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WILDEST DREAMS

a/n: soo I’ve been working on this for a little while now and I’m very excited to share it with you al!! This piece is inspired by Taylor Swift’s music video for her song Wildest Dreams. If you’ve never seen the video, or don’t remember it really well, I recommend you watch it *after* reading the story so you don’t get it spoiled! If you’re interested then you can watch it by clicking *right here!!*

Word count: 17.2k Rated: M, mature

You agree to help your friend on her film project and Harry is playing your love interest.

“You’ve been frowning a lot and haven’t said a single word in the past five minutes, what’s wrong?” You looked up to your quiet roommate sitting opposite to where you stood near the kitchen counter.

A playlist you both had made months ago, meant only for cooking days, as Nia had instructed, played faintly in the background. You hummed along to the melody of a song you didn’t really know the name of, but had listened to it enough to mumble the lyrics, as you focused on cutting banana slices.

Nia was the one who brought up trying out a new fruit smoothie recipe she had found while scrolling around on Pinterest. She was pretty excited after coming home with the groceries, ready to start the process. Which is why seeing her sitting quietly as she glared at her phone was a big sign that something was wrong.

“I think Jordan is about to pull out on us,” she groaned loudly, locking her phone and throwing it on the counter, running her hands on her face, “I can’t believe this is happening a week before filming starts.”

“Oh, that’s not good news” you said, looking back at your friend’s defeated state in front of you as you threw the banana slices into the blender. “What happened?”

“He said he decided to go with his cousin to Ibiza.” Her arms muffled her voice as she lied on top of them, sighing once again, “this is the third one that leaves, I might as well just cancel the entire thing and fail this class.”

You rolled your eyes lightly at her, shaking your head as you listened to her dramatic reactions. Being her friend for as long as you have, you knew how stressed Nia got with a project, specially something she was passionate about. She was always too hard on herself, trying to push everything to be as perfect as possible, which is a good thing when you focused on the ultimate results. But she often tended to over-stress herself, and that’s what makes you worry.

With this one in particular, you could tell how excited she was from the day her teacher assigned it. She came back home and rambled for hours on end about making her first film. Which is why when she begged you to be part of it, and you couldn’t find it in your heart to say no.

It was a small production after all, it just being Nia and her partner Evan, whom you have known had gotten close to her in the past months. She assured it would a rather simple concept, with only two characters. The trickiest part being the fact that they would film it out of town, in a camp house that belonged to Nia’s aunt. You had agreed to it to make her happy, and with her promise of buying you chocolate muffins. Most uni students, however, didn’t seem as keen to sacrifice a week of their spring break as you were.

“You’re being dramatic Nia,” you reassured, turning on the blender and cringing at the loud noise that took over the place. “Maybe they just read on the script that they would have to kiss me a couple of times and got too nervous about it,” you tried to humor, raising your voice a bit before turning the processor off. Nia looked back at you with a serious expression, making you scoff, “calm down, grumpy pants, I’m sure Evan knows someone who can do the role, stop worrying.”

“All I do is worry, you know that,” she sighed, standing up to walk towards the cabinets behind you. She selected two matching cups that she had gotten for your birthday, one had Elsa printed on it, and the other Anna. You smiled as she placed them on the counter, knowing you always thought matching friendship objects were silly, but Nia loved it, so you loved it too. She looked vaguely at the blender, letting her shoulder weight down. “At least we have a banana smoothie.”

“And something else!” You said, jumping on your feet to get to the fridge and retrieved a tupperware. You held it in her direction and smiled, “leftover spaghetti from Joe’s!” you exclaimed, attempting to brighten her mood. She looked back at you, grabbing the container from your hands, as she tried to fight back a smile.

“Yes, how could I forget the leftover spaghetti?”

As the days passed by, the both of you had gotten more stressed out. Nia was still worried about everything related to her film project. With the days passing by and no one to fill the other role on the script, she found herself on a daily cycle of stress breakdowns.

Just two days after your former cast partner dropped out on the project to spend his week on the busy beaches of Ibiza, she had bought three different boxes of hair dyes. And as you helped her turn her hair into a light shade of pink, she cried about how everything seemed to go wrong in her life.

Meanwhile, you had been struggling to fight your procrastination tendencies and try to finish as much work as possible before spring break. A task that was showing itself to be extremely difficult, considering your mind seemed more focused on binge watching true crime shows on YouTube.

The blank document stared back at you from your computer screen, as you wished that if you looked at it for long enough, the essay would somehow write itself. Writing a couple of words but soon deleting them and going back to an empty page, you signed. Why was it so difficult to introduce a topic? You took a sip of the hot drink on the sparkly Cinderella mug you had chosen for the day, another one of Nia’s Disney-related possessions.

You frowned at the blank document, your failure to write a single paragraph still open in front of you. You heard a light knock on your bedroom door, but before you could even say anything, you spotted the already fading pink hair coming into the room.

Nia walked in jumping excitedly, saying your name in little squeals and almost tripping down as she made her way to sit on your bed in front of you. Breathing out, she looked at you with a big smile and messy hair before blurting out.

“We’ve got you a husband!” you stared back at her, arching your eyebrows. You knew she was referring to the role on the film, but you still laughed off at her choice of phrasing. “Evan got someone, it’s like his old friend or something, said he trusts him not to drop out.”

“Well, fourth time’s a charm, I guess?” you smiled at her.

“We’re planning a pizza night this Friday, so we can, you know, set the details and all that.” She properly lied down next to you, playing with the strings on the hem of your pajama shorts. “Also so you two can meet each other, of course, you’re going to be married for a week after all.”

“The way you say it seems like we’re actually doing it,” You laughed, finally closing your computer, and moving down to face her. “We’re just playing characters, Nia.”

“I know, I know… You’re really no fun, aren’t you?” She moved her arm up to support her head and poked you with her free hand as you rolled your eyes at her. “Also, he seems pretty cute, Evan showed me his picture, maybe you two can hit off.”

“I’m sure he is,” you tried not to fall for her attempt on teasing you over someone you don’t even know. Sure, you’ll be playing love interests, but you’ve done this plenty of times before, back on your theatre days. Kissing someone on stage doesn’t mean you have feelings for them in real life, and you knew that pretty well. You sighed, looking down at her, not wanting to engage into this kind of topic.

“Anyway, should we celebrate your new cast member and my inability to write a single sentence about art history?” you changed the subject, trying to distract yourself from your own thoughts. “We could watch Devil Wears Prada and make caramel popcorn.”

Nia gasped dramatically, “these are the most beautiful words I’ve ever heard coming from those pretty lips of yours,” jumping to her feet as she pulled you to stand with her. She then ran out of the room, screaming back, “I’ll get the blankets and you start with the popcorn!”

It’s been years since you’ve known Nia, but yet the dynamic between the two of you has never really changed. You’ve always considered yourself very lucky for having a friend like her in your life. From the day you met her in your English class, it was like seeing someone you had already known your entire life; it was always that easy to be with her.

You two became inseparable from day one.

Looking back, it’s crazy for you to realize how well your high school plans with each other had turned out. Most people you know had those friends in school they only really talked to because they saw them five times a week. But as soon as graduation came by they parted their ways and became only good nostalgic memories for one another. With the two of you, everything just worked out.

You both got into the university you wanted, ready to get matching art degrees. On your second year of college, you moved in together. And halfway through the course, Nia just dropped out to enroll on an eighteen months film school. And that’s when she met Nate.

You always knew she was destined to be that kind of person who just has one great love in her life. Which was funny considering that anyone who spent over five minutes with her and Nate in the same room could swear they would never work together. They just were those kinds of couples who are the polar opposite of each other.

Nia was a little social butterfly, who could start a conversation with anyone about anything. She could talk for hours with the old ladies at the grocery store about how the new brands of beans are just not as good as the ones not as well known. Or chat with the yoga moms about a new reality show that had premiered on Netflix. She loved experimenting on new things, trying out new recipes or mix distinct colors together on her clothes.

Nate, on the other hand, just wasn’t much of a talker at all. Since the start of their relationship, he often stops by at your apartment -wearing a different shade of grey every time - but it would be a lot to say that you two have had a conversation for longer than five minutes. He just mostly kept it to himself.

They balanced each other, which is why they worked so well.

It would be a lie for you to say you didn’t think about having something like that for you. You thought maybe you just weren’t the kind of person to have one meaningful relationship in your life. And that was okay. You’d like to think you’re better off on your own, anyway. But now and then you wondered how it would be to fall asleep in someone’s arms every day.

But you tried your best to keep those thoughts locked away in the back of your head. You knew that for the most part love is not really meant to last, Nia was just part of the lucky few.

The atmosphere in your shared apartment was cozy, as you waited for Evan and his friend to arrive before you started the pizza hangout, as Nia called it.

You both had spent the day tidying up the place, trying to decorate it a bit with some fairy lights and nice pillows you found in your room. It had been a long time since you had done any kind of social gathering in your home, and Nia wanted everything to be perfect. She even insisted on making the pizzas herself, which took most part of the afternoon, and a lot of bossing around on her part.

By the time the food was in the oven and the only thing left to do was wait, her boyfriend joined the two of you.

She was very talkative and bubbly, as she usually is, getting the wine bottles she selected for the evening and placing them on the counter as she chatted with him. It was nice seeing her back do being her usual self after such a stressful week.

You got the right amount of glasses, placing them next to the bottles, as you hummed along to the Declan Mckenna’s voice playing in the background. You weren’t really paying attention to Nia’s babbles, catching a word or two as she rambled about some dolphin documentary she had to watch for one of her classes. Pouring out a glass for yourself, you looked over to Nate who had a puzzled look on his face, as he tried to make sense of whatever rant his girlfriend had going on. You took a sip of your wine, and laughed lightly at yourself at the contrast between the two of them, something you had always found very amusing to observe. But before you could go further into your thoughts, the sound of the buzzer took over the small apartment.

“They’re here!” Nia gushed, as she quickly made her way out of the kitchen to get the front door, yelling back at you to get the pizzas out of the oven.

“Yes, ma’am,” you teased after she left, earning a light chuckle from Nate.

Making your way around the kitchen, you took out kitchen gloves that had figures of little chicks printed on them, giving one last check inside the oven to make sure everything was ready, before opening it and taking out the food. You could hear Nia greeting Evan excitedly in the background, as she rushed him and his friend to come inside. As their voices got closer, you turned your back to the entrance, concentrating on not burning yourself while you placed both pizzas on top of the counter.

“There’s our star!” You heard Evan’s loud voice taking over the kitchen space, making you look over your shoulder and laugh at him.

You turned around while taking off the gloves, as he pulled you into a tight hug, the strong scent of his cologne invading your nostrils. He wasn’t much taller than you, making him being considered short for a man. But his presence in a room was always so loud and bright that he seem much bigger than he actually is. You pulled back and looked at him, suddenly feeling underdressed in your own home. His entire outfit was bright red, being consisted of a jean jacket and silk pants, his eyes matching with vibrant eyeshadow taking over his whole eyelids.

“It’s very nice to see you again Evan,” you smiled at him, his hands still holding onto your shoulders as he looked warmly at you. “It’s been too long! You look fabulous!”

“Oh honey, you flatter me too much! It’s why I love coming here,” he scoffed playfully, coming to your side and wrapping one arm over your shoulder as he guided you. “But tonight is not about me, unfortunately. It’s about the two of you.”

As you finally moved your attention to the kitchen entrance, you realized another presence standing there. A man, who you assumed was Evan’s friend, already smirking down at you as both of you approached him.

You suddenly felt nervous under his stare while you could hear Evan commenting on something you didn’t really pay attention to. You had been taken completely by surprise by the man standing in front of you. Sure, Nia had mentioned to you once or twice that he was good looking, but you were not expecting this.

It was a weird feeling, being this affected by someone you had just met, but you would have to be blind not to notice. His face was beautiful, a sharp jawline contrasting his soft skin, his fingers poked at his bottom lip as he smirked, you could notice the hint of a dimple forming on his cheek. His hair was short, but still long enough to see the shape of slight curls forming in it, some locks falling charmingly against his forehead. But what hit you the most were his eyes, thanks to the dim lighting you couldn’t really tell if they were a shade of forest green or more of a hazel tone, but you could feel your cheeks warming up from the way he watched you as you got closer.

His shoulders were broad, as he was leaning against the entrance, the hand that wasn’t poking at his lip resting inside the pocket of his brown pair of trousers. He wore a blank white shirt, partly tucked in, underneath a beige cardigan. The sleeves had been rolled up to his elbows, making you notice the tattoos hugging the skin of his arms. You felt a curious wish to know how many more you could find under all the layers of clothing..

As you and Evan got closer, he moved from his leaning position to stand tall in front of you. The smile never leaving his lips, and his eyes still watching you closely.

“So, darling, meet Harry,” Evan spoke up, gesturing you towards his friend. “He’s a pest, but I’m sure you’ll get along just fine”

“Way to give a first impression, E,” Harry rolled his eyes at his friend’s teasing, before turning his attention back to you. He moved closer, embracing you into a side hug “S lovely to meet you-”

You quickly cleared your throat, afraid that your voice would give you away, before saying your name. The attempt didn’t really seem to work, as your words came out higher than you had intended. You could feel Nia’s gaze turning to you on the corner of your eye, but tried your best to ignore it. He repeated it, before shooting a smile in your direction, the sound of his deep voice and the way his lips circled around the words making the hairs behind your neck rise.

“Okay! So how about we move this party to the living room?” Nia’s voice broke into the atmosphere. “Everyone can get their wine glasses and make themselves comfortable while y/n and I finish arranging the pizzas.”

She shot you a knowing look, before moving to get the wine bottles and handing them to Nate. Everyone shifted to get their glasses and settle in the other room, leaving you and Nia alone.

You moved to get the knives and looked at the pizzas standing on the counter in front of you, calculating how you could cut out even slices on each. You could see your friend from the corner of your eye leaning on the counter staring directly at you.

“You know you can’t fool me even for a second, miss,” she teased, you could hear the smirk on her voice.

“I’m not doing anything,” you murmured, still not looking in her direction. She scoffed, elbowing you lightly as she mimicked you, saying your name in a high-pitched voice. You shot her a dirty look before shushing her, afraid the guest in the other room could hear her teasing. “I didn’t sound like that!”

“Oh please! You should have seen how you looked at him!” She rolled her eyes at you, “thought you were gonna drop down on your knees right then and there!”

“Nia!” you screamed in a whisper, your cheeks warming up at her words as you pinched her, making her squeal. You quickly shot a look at the entrance to see if anyone might’ve heard her, but they seemed to be enrolled in their own conversation. “Let’s just get this done quickly before they suspect we’re in here for too long.”

“Okay, cheeky girl,” she bit her lip and moved to get a knife to cut one pizza, but still eyeing you with a slight smile, leaning in one last time, “but I told you he was cute.”

Eventually, the two of you finished sorting out the pizza slices and joined everyone in the living room. Nia then rushed to join her boyfriend on the loveseat, leaving the only spot available for you being between Harry and Evan on the couch. She shot you a teasing smile, but you tried your best to ignore it and focus on finishing the wine glass you had poured for yourself earlier.

“Okay, so I’m going to need everyone to eat the food and tell me how good it is,” Nia pointed out to the center table where the pieces of pizza laid upon, “I’ve spent the entire afternoon on these babies, so eat up!”

“You know that I’ve helped you with them, right?” you added, squinting your eyes at her, “some credit wouldn’t hurt.”

“You only laid the toppings on the dough so they would look even,” she snapped back pointing a finger at you, “I did all the hard work, so shush it.”

But before anyone could move to get a slice, Evan was already stretching out his arms to stop you from moving. “Wait a second,” he spoke, “I feel like I’ve watched enough seasons of MasterChef to be the first one to judge.”

“I mean, you are the best critic I know,” Nia pointed, leaning in to get a slice and offering to Evan, “but again, I don’t really know any other critics.” She humored as he took the food, making a show of analyzing it.

Everyone waited expectantly as Evan bit into the pizza slice, keeping a straight face that didn’t reveal much of his opinions. Nia leaned in his direction, nervously biting her bottom lip as she waited for his final verdict.

“You have to be honest,” she warned, observing him, “but know that I can get my feelings hurt pretty easily.”

“I don’t mind that,” Evan finally said, straightening his posture as he looked back to Nia’s waiting eyes, “I’ll say that it’s not the best pizza I’ve ever had,” he announced, “but it works.”

“You know what, I take it,” everyone laughed lightly as Nia visibly released a breath she had been holding in, “It’s not a bad review for a first time.”

The hours went by quickly as you eased into a conversation with everyone. It was nights like this you missed the most when the stress of all the accumulative work weighted on your shoulders. Having a more of a cool night to hangout with a few friends, drinking some wine and chatting about whatever topic came to mind.

As time passed, you could tell Nia and Evan got more agitated, probably due to the amount of wine they had consumed without even realizing. They chatted excitingly about Midsommar, their voices raising a bit too loud. But every time you tried to shush them, jokingly reminding of the neighbors next door, they would soon forget about it again. You watched them babble, giggling when they would get excited on a certain topic and start to trip over a few words.

You also felt lighter because of the alcohol, not as much as them, but still enough so you could feel your chest warmer and your mind a bit dizzy. You still felt an annoying tingle at the pit of your stomach when you felt Harry’s eyes fixating on you when you spoke, or when your hands brushed as you reached for the bottle at the center table. It was silly, and it made you feel like a teenager being in the presence of an attractive boy for the first time.

When it all quiet down eventually, Nia had dragged Evan to her room so he could give an insight on how she could decorate it. It was something she would do now and then, give her room a big renovation so the change in the space could make her more motivated, or something like that. Sometimes, if she felt inspired enough, she would change around the living area or even your own room - when you allowed her, of course.

Nate was still sitting on the loveseat looking like he was about to fall asleep at any moment as he scrolled through his phone. He hadn’t spoken a lot during the night, which wasn’t unusual for him, but he still managed to chat for a bit.

That left you and Harry alone sitting on the main couch, with one person less it left you enough space to cross your legs, making yourself more comfortable. He was sitting on his side, his back resting on the big pillows by the arm of the couch, his chest turned towards you.

You reached for the wine bottle at the center table, realizing there was just a bit left, enough for a last glass for the two of you. “Wanna help me finish it?” You turned to him with the bottle in your hand. He had a smile resting on his lips, as he raised his glass toward you so you could pour the liquid into it. You could tell his eyes were a bit cloudy, but you knew none of you had had enough to be drunk.

“Thank you, love,” he said, the raspiness on his voice as he spoke the pet name making the hairs in the back of your neck rise. You poured yourself the rest of the wine left, emptying the bottle as you settled it back where you got it. “Should we make a toast?”

“Sure,” you replied easily, smiling at him, “what should we toast for?”

He looked away, puckering his lips slightly as he made a puzzled expression, a hand scratching at his chin as if in deep thought. You giggled at his dramatics before he pointed his finger up, his face turning into a big smile. He raised his glass in your direction, as you did the same. “A toast for being husband and wife?”

You chuckled, clinking your glasses together, “that’s fair,” you said, “ ‘s why we’re here after all, isn’t it?” you joked, taking a sip of your drink before settling it down on your lap.

“Sure is,” he mimicked, rising his glass to his lips, a smirk still adorning them as he managed to not break eye contact. He took a small sip before settling his glass back on the table. He scratched the tip of his nose slightly with the side of his finger, before he relaxed back on the couch. “So” he spoke up, bringing your attention to him, “E told me you’re an actual actress,” he raised his eyebrows at you, “made me a bit nervous, love.”

“That right there is a lie,” you chuckled, biting your lip and shaking your head. “I used to do theatre back in the day, haven’t done any acting for years though.”

“A theatre kid, huh?” He laughed as you rolled your eyes jokingly.

“I’m aware we have a poor reputation, yes,” you said, “I reckon we deserve it, but we weren’t that bad, I promise.”

He giggled, making your heart skip a beat at the sound. His smile was something you could easily get used to, the way it formed crinkles in his eyes and the dimples deep on his cheeks. You had to stop yourself for staring too much, moving your gaze to the glass on your lap.

“People are too harsh on theatre kids,” he reassured, “I think it seems pretty fun — only time I did it was when I played Elvis when I was about five, I think.” He added, resting his arm against the couch, his hand just a few inches away from your shoulders. “Had the time o’my life though.”

“You got main character though, that’s impressive,” you expressed, raising a hand to poke at his side playfully. “Have you done anything since your big debut as the king?”

“Can’t say I have, no,” he chuckled, “guess this is my big comeback, maybe I’ll get a call from broadway soon.”

“I’m sure you will!” You giggled, taking another sip from the glass in your hand.

You found it easy to dive into a conversation with him. You were both giggly from the wine, but it still seemed like you could stay like this for hours on end, just talking to each other.

He told you he wasn’t planning on doing the film, considering he never really thought about acting. But when Evan asked him if he could be part of it, he saw how desperate he was to fill the role, so he agreed. It warmed your heart to hear how fondly he spoke about his friend, telling you how willing he was to help, even if it involved doing something out of his comfort zone.

You two bounded over your mutual wish to become teachers. You found out he was studying Literature, a choice that for him as an easy one, considering throughout his life he had always been an avid reader. He said no matter how harsh thing got, he always found an escape between books, you could tell how passionate he was about it as he spoke about his favorite reads.

Eventually, you could hear voices coming closer from Nia’s room, as they seemed to be gushing about the filming that was starting soon.

As Evan came into the room, he made his way to the couch, placing his hand on Harry’s shoulders. “Honey, as much as I wish we could stay here ‘til dawn, I’m afraid we must get going.”

With his declaration, everyone moved around to gather the dishes splattered across the center table to put it all at the kitchen counter. After some insisting -mostly on Harry’s part- on helping with cleaning, you convinced them you two could handle the task just fine. And they were the guests, after all.

Finally, you said your goodbyes, pulling Evan on a small hug, assuring him you’d do your best to do his script justice.

And as you came to face Harry, he leaned into a hug, giving you a last kiss on the cheek, before telling you how lovely it had been to meet you.

You had woken up with your door opening abruptly, making you jump a bit from the sudden change in the peaceful atmosphere from your deep slumber. Before you could process the situation in hand, Nia was already pulling out the covers and spitting out words at a faster pace than you could comprehend in your mind state.

“Get up already! We are very late,” She urged as you lazily scratched at your eyes before sitting up to look at her. “Evan is going to kill us!” She cried out.

Your head pounded slightly, making you search for your water bottle previously prompted by yourself the night before, knowing you would need it in the morning. You reached for it in your nightstand, taking big gulps as you watched amusingly Nia run around your room picking random clothes and throwing it in a duffel bag you had just noticed.

Resting the bottle down on your lap, you yawned lightly, still in the process of waking up. “Calm down Ni,” you mumbled, “We still have time, we’re only leaving at like, two.”

She looked back at you as if you had just slapped her across the face, your shirt falling partly from her hand. “It’s already one,” she informed, making your eyes bulge as you reached to check on your phone, confirming as it read 1:16pm. “We don’t even have our bags packed AND we got a sink full of dishes to wash.”

The minutes after that were rushed, as you two did your best to get ready as fast as possible. Mentally slapping yourself for leaving everything for the last minute, but still managing to pack your bag in record speed.

But as time passed and the list of things to do was still far from over, Nia phoned Evan and let him know you would need a few more hours to be ready to leave. To say he wasn’t the happiest about the news was an understanding, but there wasn’t much he could do about it.

A couple hours later you were finally packed, and after a quick stop to shop for road trip snacks you were off on the road.

You left much later than planned, and even if it wasn’t that much of a long drive, it was still 3 hours until you got there. The ride itself was mostly quiet, except from Lorde’s Melodrama playing softly in the background. You hummed along to the words, but apart from that there wasn’t a lot of talking between the two of you, all due to the limited amount of sleep you got from the previous night.

As you got closer, the scenery of open grass camps and blooming flowers at the peak of spring was a peaceful change of scene from the busy city streets you were used to. And when you finally got to the house, the sun was almost setting on the horizon. The sky being a satisfying mixture of blue and orange. There was a car already parked in, and as you got closer, you could see two figures sitting on the front stairs.

Getting out of the car, you quickly made your way to where they stood. “Have you been waiting long?” Nia asked as you got closer to them.

“Longer than I was planning to, I’ll say that,” Evan replied, taking off his sunglasses to greet you.

Harry came up from behind him, looking incredibly cozy wearing a knitted cream sweater. It took everything in you not to nuzzle on him as he met you with a quick embrace. You had to focus on keeping your breathing steady as you looked up at him when you parted. The sun coming from behind you doing wonders as it hit his face perfectly. His eyes were the prettiest shade of green as he smiled down at you before moving to greet Nia.

“We’ve been here fo’ ten minutes, don’t listen to him,” he assured with a small laugh.

The house itself was much bigger than you expected, it wasn’t huge, by any means, but you had pictured a small cottage with barely any space for the four of you. The place, however, was big enough for you to have your privacy but still small enough to feel cozy and welcoming.

You quickly found there were three rooms, and despite you arguing you didn’t mind sharing one with Nia, considering you two lived together, she still insisted that you and Harry had your own bedrooms. It was her way of thanking you for agreeing to help them.

After you got established in your respective room, you met everyone down at the kitchen. The place was loud with chatter as they played around while making dinner. Nia seemed to boss the boys around to cut the vegetables properly, as she concentrated on figuring out how to work the old stove. They laughed lightly as she cussed under her breath in frustration after another failed attempt. You watched quietly for a moment, before joining in to help her.

You finally turned the stove on with the help of a few matches you found laying on the counter, being able to cook with no more trouble. It was already getting late when you finished eating and gathered the dishes to lay them on the sink. Still, Nia insisted on watching one of the movies she had carefully selected on her extended collections of DvDs to bring with her.

You decided to make yourself some tea while the rest of them moved around to arrange themselves for the movie night. After offering if anyone else wanted a cup as well, you were met with Harry’s warm smile as he accepted shyly.

Soon enough everyone settled down on the big couch to watch the movie. Evan took his place on one of the armchairs, while Harry opted to sit by the end of the couch, setting his legs on the footrest in front of him. As you walked in with your mugs, he gazed up at you, shooting a soft smile and muttering a quick ‘thank you’ as you handed him his drink.

He patted the spot next to him, indicating for you to sit, to which you happily obliged.

“Wanna share?” he asked, holding up a blanket that lied at the arm of the couch. “There’s jus’ three of ‘em.”

“Sure,” you replied, moving to pull the blanket, so it was covering the two of you. You knew very well you could always get an extra one from one of the bedrooms, but you would never bring yourself to suggest it.

Finally, Nia entered the room with a small pack of m&m’s on one of her hands and the DvD case for ‘Love Actually’ on the other. She was quick to insert it on the player before settling down next to you. Pulling out the leftover blanket for herself, she lied down to rest her head comfortably on top of your legs.

It didn’t take long until she fell in deep slumber, cuddling up on your lap as soft snores left her lips. You pouted slightly down at her. The poor thing was exhausted from driving all the way, and the bad night of sleep the day before.

As the movie progressed, you could feel your eyelids getting heavier as well, the words coming from Keira Knightley’s mouth becoming more of a background noise as you fought to keep yourself awake. But before you could doze off, you felt Harry shifting slightly next to you. Suddenly feeling his arm hugging your shoulders, as he gently pulled you closer.

You moved your head to look at him but before you could say anything he shushed you softly and pulled you back in. “ ‘S fine, love,” he whispered, “can see that you’re tired.”

And with a half-woken mind and heavy eyelids you laid back on his shoulder and allowed yourself to snooze.

You woke up with him shifting again from under you, opening your eyes slowly to find the end credits rolling up the screen in front of you. You yawned lightly before sitting up, being careful not to wake a still-very-much-asleep Nia on your lap.

“Sorry,” you heard Harry say as you scratched at your eyes, “didn’t mean to wake you.”

“It’s fine,” you assured, your voice a bit raspy from your nap, “would have to happen, eventually.” You looked down at the unconscious girl lying on you, knowing you had to get her to bed so she could sleep properly. “We should wake her.”

“Want me to carry her to her room?” he asked.

“I think she’ll be okay,” you replied, gently calling her name so she could slowly wake up.

Surely, it didn’t take a lot of coaxing to get her eyelid to flutter open, as she lazily rose from her sleep.

You helped her to her room, afraid she’d trip down the stair in her hazy state of mind, still half asleep as she dragged her feet across the floor.

As soon as she laid down in her bed, you made your way back to the kitchen to fix yourself a glass of water so you could go to sleep.

It surprised you to find Harry still awake as you entered the space; he looked up at you from his position leaning on the counter with his phone in his hand. Quickly placing it in his back pocket as he saw you coming in, giving you a slight smile. “Thought you’d gone to bed.”

You reached for the cabinet Nia had pointed you to earlier where the cups were placed, picking one with little thought and closing it. “Just came here for a glass of water,” you spoke, moving the cup under the tap, “always have one next to my bed, y’know, in case I get thirsty and stuff.” You shook your head slightly, not wanting to ramble about the benefits of staying hydrated during the night just to make a conversation.

“Smart girl,” he joked, causing you to chuckle as you felt blush creeping out on your cheeks. You could see him coming closer to stand next to you from the corner of your eye, which didn’t help the tingly feeling forming at the pit of your stomach. “Excited fo’ tomorrow?” he asked, crossing his arms on top of the counter as he leaned next to you.

“Guess I am,” you answered, looking up at him and finding he was closer than you had realized. You smiled nervously as you met his eyes gazing down at you, before clearing your throat lightly. “What about you?”

“To be honest ‘m a bit nervous, love,” he confessed.

“Why’s that?”

“I mean,” he started, his eyes still fixed on you, “ ‘s not every day I get to pretend ‘m married to a pretty girl like you.”

You could feel your heart skip a beat as he reached one of his hands to move a strand of your hair behind your ear. He kept his hand on your cheek just as his eyes seemed to gaze down at your lips, so subtly that it felt like you might’ve imagined it.

The silence in the room was loud as you could almost hear your heartbeat pounding in your ears, as he leaned down just barely, getting closer to you. He looked down one more time at your lips, this time making sure you realized the unspoken question behind that action. You suddenly felt water pouring through your fingers, as the forgotten cup in your hand overflowed. This caused you to jump back a bit, quickly turning the tap off and resting the glass on the counter.

“Oh my god,” you squeak, reaching out for a towel right next to the sink to dry your hand. “I’m sorry, that was-” you chuckled, glancing at Harry who seemed to watch you with an amused expression. “That was awkward, sorry.”

“No need to apologize,” He assured, picking the full glass and moving it in the counter so it was out of your reach. “ ‘t was actually quite cute,” he moved closer to you again, reaching his hand to hold at your jawline.

You held back your breath as you felt his own hitting the top of your upper lip, your noses brushing slightly.

“Been wanting to do this fo’ a bit now, love,” he spoke a bit above a whisper, his deep voice sending chills down your spine and making you grab at his sweater, ”would you let me?” his thumb caressed your cheek lovingly, “would you let me kiss you?”

You could feel your heart beating strongly against your rib cages, swallowing hard as you looked up at him. He was watching you closely, his dark emerald irises gazing down at you as your lips barely brushed. You nodded at him, trying to pull him closer.

“Use your words, darling,” he insisted, not budging from his position. “Wanna hear you say it.”

“Please, Harry I-” you moved your hand to grasp on his waist, “just —kiss me.”

Giving a satisfied hum, he finally leaned down, closing the space between the two of you. His hand remained stroking your cheek softly, as the other sneaked under your neck.

He moved his lips ever so slightly, his cupid bow founding its way above your inner lip, sucking on it gently. The kiss was teasingly slow, making you hyper aware of all of your senses. Your hands feeling the soft fabric of his sweater, grabbing at it as if asking for more.

He moved the hand on your neck, pulling gently at your hair, making you angle your head up a bit. As his tongue poked to lick at your bottom lip, you opened your mouth, deepening the kiss.

You stayed like this for a while, pressed against the kitchen wall as you enjoyed the taste of each other.

When you pulled back, he splattered a few kisses along your cheek, giving one last peck on your mouth before pulling back.

“As much as I don’t want to end this now,” he muttered, moving his hand, so they were both holding your cheeks, “We should get some sleep fo’ tomorrow.”

“We should,” you agreed.

“We’ll get the chance to do this again,” he said, making you bite down a smile at the innuendo behind his words.

He gave you one last kiss before pulling away completely, reaching for the glass of water you had already forgotten about on the counter and handing it to you.

You walked back to your rooms without saying a word, but still sharing glances and smiles along the way. And as you got to your respective rooms, you whispered quiet good nights before parting ways and closing the door behind you.

The days that followed were rushed, considering the filming had officially started. You two barely had the chance to be alone again, which was disappointing. But still you couldn’t find yourself time to miss the feel of having his soft lips against yours, considering the scenes you had with each other. What you did miss was being able to kiss him without it being written in a piece of paper, or having someone from outside tell you to. You missed the intimacy of feeling his tongue meet your own and having his hands pulling you close as you both craved for more. You missed the shared secret between just the two of you, that was knowing how it felt to have him all to yourself.

It was discomforting, earning for someone you barely even know. Jumping into a feeling you know there’s no way can end well. You both were playing characters. Lovers, yes, but it was all pretend. It didn’t help that he was so good at it. In front of the cameras he would be so loving that you often wondered how much of it was just part of the act.

It was subtle things that made you think of it, like a glance across the room between takes. Him leaning close to you every time they called you to watch back something you had just recorded. Or when he sucked in your lip during a scene, so softly you could barely notice but still made your heart skip a beat.

But as much as it was nice to pretend that you two had some shared secret, you knew that the most likely scenario was that he was just doing his work and being friendly. So you tried your best to convince yourself that all of it was just your mind playing tricks, this way you could prevent yourself from inevitably getting hurt. That encounter in the kitchen was most likely his way of making things less awkward to when you inevitably would have to do it in front of a camera. That was it, nothing more.

It seemed to have worked pretty well, you two had the chemistry Evan hoped for when he wrote his script. Nia kept teasing you with every given opportunity. You didn’t tell her about the late night kitchen situation, but you knew she could sense the ‘chemistry’ was not simply because you two were just that good at acting. No one was complaining though, considering everything was going so smoothly they suspected it could be wrapped up even earlier than expected.

Every time they would mention the possibility, you found yourself wishing deep down something would set you back on the schedule. You felt bad for it, and you never voice your inner thoughts, but you knew wrapping up early meant going home early, and you were getting a bit too comfortable getting to act all loved up on camera.

As if some kind of outer force had listened to your wishes, just as you were halfway throughout the week, mother nature seemed to be your biggest ally.

You had just woken up with the annoying tune of your alarm clock, one you had chosen for finding it soothing at first. But you soon found that those sounds are not meant to feel soothing at all, as it woke you from your deep slumber. You were quick to turn it off before rubbing your eyes softly and enjoying the warmth of your bed for a few more minutes. You could hear the gentle sounds of raindrops hitting your window, but barely paid any attention to it as you rose lazily, stretching your arms above your head.

Making your way down the stairs you first noticed Evan standing by the big window in the living room, looking out with a hand resting on his hip and the other one holding a mug. Behind him, in one of the armchairs, sat Harry, also drinking out of a mug as he read a book quietly. But as if he felt your presence as you got to the bottom of the staircase, he looked up, smiling at you as you made your way into the room.

“G’morning,” he spoke, alerting the man by the window of your presence as he turned around to look at you.

“Good morning,” you said back, before realizing the worried expression on Evan’s face, “is everything okay?”

“A disaster just happened, honey, look out the windows!” he snapped, gesturing behind him where you could see the rain hitting the glass. The sky was dark with clouds, suggesting it was just the beginning of the storm that was to come. You looked back with a puzzled expression, knowing the weather was not the best, but as far as you remembered you had already shot all the scenes you needed outside. Evan rolled his eyes, “our natural light is gone, honey, it’s too dark to shoot!” he barked.

“Hey, no need to yell at her like tha’,” Harry looked back at his friend, attempting to calm him down, “ ‘s fine, we were early on schedule anyway, one day is not gonna delay it.”

He shot a look at Harry, his hand finding its way back on his waist as he let out a deep breath. “I’m sorry, this is just incredibly frustrating.”

You smiled at him to assure it was fine, knowing how much stress he was putting on because of this project. “Doesn’t Nia have one of those light things you were using the other day to make the scene brighter?” You suggested.

Evan sighed, “that’s a reflector, it just— well, reflects the light, we would need the sun for it to work, and seems like she’s not showing her face anytime soon,” he weightened his shoulders down, clearly feeling defeated. “I guess today is our off day — we should use it to pray for sunlight tomorrow, otherwise I’m pulling my hair off.”

When Nia woke up, you could tell she was not happy at all with the news that filming had to be cancelled for the time being. She spent the whole breakfast whining and crying about the poor weather. You tried your best to console her, but knowing your friend you knew her dramatics showed off when she worried about something. She tended to overthink every scenario that could go wrong, which did nothing to help the pressure she put on herself.

The day went on as eventless as it possibly could, the rain outside just seeming to get angrier as time passed by. You did your best to distract Nia from her own head, asking her about the recent documentaries she had watched, knowing she could go on tangents for hours. You talked about crime shows you have started before filming and shared different theories you had on them. You even listened to her deep analysis of trashy reality shows she loved to watch and always tried to drag you to get into it.

You talked and talked with no end, considering there wasn’t much else to do. Nia’s aunt hated computers and refused to install any kind of wifi, leaving you with a shitty connection that barely loaded a five-minute video.

As the evening came by, and the raindrops still hit angrily at the windows, you decided to watch another movie — this time it was Evan’s choice of Freaky Friday.

You volunteered to grab the blankets from the cabinets on the second floor, while Nia excitedly announced she would make popcorn for everyone.

Quickly moving along the hallway, you made your way in front of the doors and opened them. You could hear footsteps coming up the stairs as you tiptoed to reach the top shelf where the soft blanket you had used the first night lied on top of.

“Need help?” You heard a voice approach, looking over your shoulder to find Harry walking towards you with an amused expression on his face. You nodded, chuckling as you quickly stepped out of the way to allow him to take your place. He reached up, easily retrieving the blanket and giving it to you.

“Thank you,” you muttered, looking up at him for a moment.

“No problem, darlin’,” he said, fetching two other blankets before closing one door with a swing of his hip. You closed the other one with a small giggle. You started to quietly move along towards the staircase when he cleared his throat, causing you to look up at him. He kept his gaze down before speaking softly, “After the movie, think I’ll go back to my room a bit early,” he looked at you for a moment, “ ‘f you want to join me.”

You stopped walking to look at him arching your eyebrows surprised, not expecting this kind of proposal at this moment. He stopped a step ahead of you, staring back with nervous eyes and shooting you a shy smile. “I’m not saying we have to do anything, I just-” he spluttered, “just wanted to be with you, without the camera and stuff.”

You smiled at him, “of course,” you voiced, “sounds nice.”

Shortly, you found yourself in the same position as the first day. Sharing a blanket with Harry, but this time Nia was wide awake next to you with a bucket of popcorn plopped on her lap. Some people would consider her to be the worst kind of person to watch movies with, considering she would always get too excited and comment on every scene she could. You had gotten so used to it with time, that it felt weird watching a movie without her voice interrupting a scene every five minutes.

It got hard to concentrate on this one in particular, and not because of Nia’s speaking over the lines, but the sudden feeling of Harry’s hand resting on your knee halfway through it. Your legs were crossed on top of the couch, making part of it rest slightly on top of his as he eased his thumb over your skin.

As time passed, he moved his hand up a bit, finding its final place on your inner thigh, causing goosebumps to arise on the back of your neck as he caressed it softly. You caught yourself holding your breath multiple times, something he was also probably aware of, considering the position of his arm on the side of your chest.

The tension between you two was almost palpable as the end credits rolled up. At that point you had prompted yourself to lean your head on his shoulders. He grasped your skin slightly before removing his hand and motioning his position to get up, making you pull back from him.

“‘m going back to my room now,” he announced as he got up, shooting you a knowing look, “g’night.”

You stayed back for a few minutes so as not to look too suspicious, folding up the blanket you had used and scrolling through your phone for a bit. Not long after you excused yourself, climbing the stairs two steps at a time.

You found him in the hallway, leaning in on the wall right next to his door as he looked down on his phone. As he felt your presence he gazed up, grinning softly before bringing his finger above his lips as to warn you to stay quiet.

The two rushed inside his room, trying to be as quiet as possible, considering your friends downstairs could come up at any second. He closed the door behind him, looking right at you as he leaned back. His room was similar to yours, the difference being a few more clothes lying on top of the small couch standing at the corner. The curtains hanging on the big windows were pushed open, allowing the moonlight from the now-clear sky to illuminate the place.

Your breath got caught in your throat as you stared back at him, meeting his dark irises. He started stepping closer to you until he could lean his forehead against yours. His hands found their way caressing your jawline, one of them going as far as to pulling lightly on the hair above your neck. You held your breath, gazing up at him as you waited for his next move.

He smiled lazily, brushing his nose against your softly before placing a peck to the corner of your lips. He was teasing you, his hand leaving your hair to find its way down your body, paying special attention to the side of your breast before placing itself holding your waist.

You swallowed dryly, feeling your heart speed up as you pulled him closer, wanting desperately to close the space between the two of you. Too scared that your voice would give out your desperation, you moved one of your hands to the back of his neck and pulled him in. He didn’t think twice before finally closing the space and allowing you to feel his lips against yours.

The kiss started slow, both of you still trying to figure it out how it was to taste each other like this. His lips were soft, moving teasingly as he sucked on your bottom lip. Your hand pulled his hair gently, causing him to whine into mouth, licking at your tongue as he deepened the kiss. The hand on your waist moved up, caressing the side of your breast softly as he tried to pull you in as close as possible.

He started easing you backwards, considering neither of you were willing to break the kiss to watch where you were going. You felt the mattress of his bed hitting the back of your knees. You allowed him to lay you into the bed, parting for a moment so you could move upwards, laying your head on the pillows. Shortly enough he joined you, placing his elbows on both sides of your head, not wasting any time before closing the space between your mouths again.

The two of you stayed like this for a while. Slowly kissing each other, as your arm found its way back behind his neck and one of his hand caressed your cheek. You could get used to this, with him being the only thing you could sense. His taste. His touch. His scent.

He was all you could think about.

When you finally pulled back, you could see his red, puffy lips even with the limited amount of lighting going into the room.

He looked into your eyes for a moment, “you look so pretty like this, darling,” he murmured, his voice just above a whisper, sending chills down your spine. “Could eat you up.”

A small whimper left your mouth, as he dove back in to spread kissed along your cheek and down your throat. You bit hard into your lip and swallowed back a moan as he sucked in a spot right below your jawline. You could feel him grinding his hips down on your tights, making you aware of the growing bulge inside his sweats.

You placed your hand on his shoulders, pushing him gently and disconnecting him from your neck. He pulled back, looking back at you with a puzzled look. You kept pushing him until his shoulders hit the mattress, reverting the previous position you both were in, as you stranded his waist.

Looking down at him, you wanted so badly to discover his body, to make him feel good. So you took the same position he had on you. Placing your lips against his neck and running your tongue against it, sucking in his skin. You kept doing it as your hand smoothed down his body, finding the hem of his shirt and lifting it enough so you could scratch at his love handles. He gave you a small moan, a sound so delicious to hear you that made you want to swallow him whole.

Both his hands found their place on your waist, pressing you down so you could feel his need between your tights. You quickly pulled your head from his neck, giving him a soft peck on the lips.

“Please, love, just-” he grunted, looking up at you with pleading eyes. “Just do something, please, I-“

His hands gripped tightly on your waist as you rolled your hips against him. Neither of you could contain your moans as you repeated the movement, even fully clothed his bulge rubbed deliciously against the place you needed it the most.

You leaned down again, this time pushing his shirt up as you made your way down his body, splattering open-mouthed kisses along his warm chest. You paid a special mind to the tattoos you met along the way, sucking spots over the wings of a butterfly inked on his stomach. As you licked along the leaves of the ferns that adorned his love handles, you felt one of his hands tangling in your hair, his hips rising slightly as he whimpered.

“A bit impatient, you are,” you spoke, feeling his belly tighten as you placed a playful bite under his belly button, causing another moan to leave his lips.

“Darlin’, please,” he whined, “Just- fuck, just need you right now.”

You decided not to tease him for too long, considering you needed it just as much as he did. Finally, you moved down once more to place a kiss above the hard on over his pants. He lifted his head, watching your every move as his hand that was placed on your hair pushed some strands away from your forehead. You wrapped your hand around the hem of his sweats, rising your eyebrows at him as you felt he wasn’t wearing any underpants. The thought of having such easy access to him making you press your thighs together, feeling your wetness already damping your underwear

Slowly, you bit your bottom lip, keeping your gaze focused on him as you moved his sweats down, he raised his hips as to help you out. Once his cock was fully out, you stared back down at it lying proudly against his stomach. You ran your fingers gently along his length, causing him to hold his breath, his abdomen tightening once more. He was definitely bigger than anyone you had ever been with, causing your mouth to water a bit and your thighs to press together once again at the thought of fully having him.

You could feel him peering down at you as you wrapped your hands around the base and applied the smallest amount of pressure. The precum was already escaping from the tip and sliding down the tiniest bit.

Moving your head forward you looked back at his waiting eyes, spitting on top of the head as you moved your hand up caressing it. This time he gave you an actual moan, throwing his head back at the pillows behind him.

Looking down at him, you didn’t know where to place your lips first, wanting to bite and lick every part of his body. Finally deciding on sucking a spot on his thigh, right next to where rested an ink of a tiger head.

You kept the movement of your hand, twisting it and applying more pressure eventually as you watched him shift around under you. He raised his hips slightly as he pleaded under his breath for more, his hand firmly on top of your head as the other was thrown above his own.

You moved your thumb to run across his slit, caressing the head with a flick of your wrist as you moved your mouth to place kisses at the base. At this point he became a moaning mess, throwing his arm over his mouth as to muffle the sounds while you licked up his shaft.

“God- fuck- such a good girl,” he moaned on his arm, moving it out of the way so he could look down at you. “Doing so good, you feel so good- shit.”

Smiling at him, you jerked him off a couple of times before resting your hand at the base so you could replace it with your mouth.

You licked around his head, giving it a small kiss before you moved down as far as you could go. He cried out, tightening his grip on your hair and moving his hips up to meet your movements as you sucked on him.

He was desperate to reach his climax, and you were desperate to see him cum undone under your touch. So you started speeding up, your mouth licking at his veins, your hand helping you as you moved it along his dick. He was cursing and moaning over you, pleading for you not to stop. You kept moving your hand as you licked at his head once more before detaching so you could look up at him with pleading eyes.

“Almost there?” you asked, having him nod frantically at you, “will you let me have a taste?”

That seemed to do it for him, as he pushed your head back down, making you attach your lips to his head as you felt him shoot his load inside your mouth. You milked him as he came down from his high, feeling his softness on your lips as you swallowed down.

You sat up and looked down at his hazy eyes while he calmed down with heavy breaths. He adjusted his sweats quickly before moving himself up to pull you in for a frantic kiss. “God, darling, you’re a dream,” he spoke between kisses, his hands gripping at your waist as he positioned you to lie on top of him, moving one of them under your shirt, pulling it up slowly.

You quickly placed your hand on top of his stopping him from going further as you detached from him. He furrowed his brows at you. “I should go back to my room,” you said, “got an early day tomorrow.”

He gave you a puzzled look, “but you still haven’t- “

“it’s okay,” you interrupted, moving to get up from his bed, suddenly feeling nervous under his gaze, “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay? Good night!”

You left his room before he could protest, wanting to slap yourself from running away like this.

The next morning was thankfully much brighter than the one before, with sunlight shining through the windows at the earliest hours. You didn’t get a lot of sleep, tossing and turning around, replaying the previous night in your head. The thought of what could’ve happened if you had stayed imprinted itself in your mind. You started to overthink it. What did he even think of you? After running away like that?

Your thoughts consumed you as you sat in of the stools in the kitchen by yourself, for the first time being the first to be awake. Your coffee running cold by the minute, as you frowned to yourself, taking a sip every so often.

It didn’t take long until you didn’t find yourself alone anymore, having Evan join you as he happily cheered about the nice weather. You nodded along to him, not really in the mood for talking as you anxiously poked at your nails.

It was when you walked towards the sink to wash your used mug that you saw Harry walking into the kitchen. His hair messy and his eyes sleepy, making you annoyed at how charming he managed to look even after just getting out of bed.

He greeted you with a raspiness to his voice, his eyes lingering on you a moment too long as he smirked before moving to the cabinets. He stood next to you while you washed the dishes, grabbing himself a bowl while he worked on his breakfast.

Yours arms would brush every so often as you moved while doing your tasks, making you gaze at him. He kept a grin sitting on his face as he casually made a conversation with Evan, his dimple poking out the smallest bit, but still not looking back at you.

As soon as you were finished you left for your bedroom so you could get ready for the day, but not before sparing one last glance at Harry. This time his eyes were already trained on you as he chewed slowly his fruit salad. You felt your cheeks getting a bit warm from the eye contact, making you look down and leave the room with a speeding heart.

The work started early, as you ran around to keep up with the schedule after losing one day of productivity.

Harry seemed to be in it for teasing you. His touches lingered longer than needed. His kisses were harsher, the need behind them being almost palpable. His gaze on you told you something you couldn’t really tell exactly what it was. Lust? Desire? You weren’t entirely sure, but every time you caught him watching you felt a warmth take over your face.

In one occasion, between takes, as Nia and Evan discussed the best position for the camera considering her broken tripod. You stood awkwardly waiting for their instructions as you played with the hem of your dress. You could feel him staring closely, looking up to find him with the same smirk he gave you in the morning. He looked quickly over your friends who were still trying to figure out the problem before leaning up close to you “Still haven’t let me have a taste, love,” he said quiet enough to that just you could hear, the words sending a chill down your spine and making your core twitch as you glanced back at him.

That same night, after you announced you’d tuck yourself in, just as you changed into your pajama shorts, you heard a soft knock on your door. You opened up to see his darkened irises staring back at you as he quietly let himself in. And within a few minutes he found his place between your legs, your hand gripping tightly at his curls as you moaned into your pillow.

The following day wasn’t much different, starting with a tight filming schedule that was coming to a close end. An exchanging of glances across the room and yearning touches with underlying motives behind them. Ending with you lurking into his room at the dark hours of the night, craving-filled touched and muffled moans.

The wrap up of the film was welcomed with a bittersweet feeling settling itself in the pit of your stomach. Knowing as much as you were glad everything had gone as smoothly as possible during this week, it was time to leave it all behind.

You were nervous about how it would be with Harry after you got home. Was this the start of something that could potentially become a warm and beautiful feeling? Or was it just a lust-filled affair that would end as quickly as it had started? It made you anxious to think about it, not wanting to let go of it just yet.

Nia walked into the living room with two champagne bottles that had been brought up for this exact moment. The atmosphere was filled with chatter as everyone celebrated the end of the hard work.

You were dressed in the fanciest clothes you had brought on your rushed-packed bag, which consisted itself in a black blouse and a loose pair of pants you stole from Nia’s wardrobe a couple weeks prior. But you once again could not compete with Evan’s sense of style, as he seemed right out of a cover with a hot pink turtleneck under a sparkly black dress that hung all the way to his feet.

But you still couldn’t keep your eyes off of him.

You watched as he laughed along at something that had been said, his eyes meeting yours for a moment before fixing on Nia as she offered to serve him the champagne she had just opened.

He looked so good.

Like you, he didn’t opt for a very glam look, wearing a simple graphic white tee with a rainbow printed on it, and a simple pair of checked trousers. But as plain as someone could argue it was, he still managed to look incredibly inviting, which made it harder for you not to latch yourself onto him.

You were coming into your sixth or seventh glass when it all died down. Your head was fuzzy, and you felt giggly as you cheered along with everyone about the successful week you had. Nia had already gone back to her room. She didn’t drink as much considering she would have to drive early in the morning, wanting to leave most of the celebration for the premiere day.

The glances stolen between you and Harry were getting more frequent, the longing in each other's eyes visible with the effect of the alcohol.

He had you pressed up against your bedroom door as he sucked in your bottom lip harshly. His hands gripped at your waist tightly, putting his weight against you.

You wrapped your hand around his neck as the other pulled at his shirt desperately with the need of having him close. You felt overwhelmed by him in the nicest way. Having his hips pressing against your own, making you open your tights slightly as you felt his arousal straining on his trousers.

You whimpered into his mouth at the feeling, suddenly needing him as close as possible. You could tell his desperation matched your own by the way his hand pressed on the side of your body and his mouth moved against you. His groans getting lost in your throat every time you tangled your fingers on his roots, pulling at it.

“You’re gonna kill me like this, baby,” he breathed out, his lips moving against your wanting ones, “so fuckin’beautiful.”

You tried to keep your shaky hands steady as they travelled down his chest, scratching as his tummy lightly under his shirt before you began pulling it up. He detached from you to quickly reach over his shoulders and pull it off completely. He didn’t waste any time bringing his hand to unbutton your blouse, peppering kisses along your lips as he moved it down your shoulders, only to be met with your bare breasts underneath.

“Fuck me,” he groaned staring down at you, attaching your lips once again as he pulled you from the door as he fiddled with the zipper of your pants. You stumbled on each other's arms across the floor until you were met with the plush feeling of the bedcovers on the back of your thighs.

You stepped out of your pants as they got loose around your waist and fell damply to the floor, allowing Harry to push you gently into the mattress. He quickly got rid of his own trousers, wasting no time before towering above you, connecting your mouths once again.

It was like no matter how close you were, it still wasn’t good enough to satisfy the craving you had. You still wanted more. Needed more.

He was fully licking into you, his hands gripping your tights as he rolled his hips to meet yours. You moaned in unison at the feeling of your arousals meeting deliciously as he repeated the movement once more before parting your mouths so he could spread kisses along your neck.

“Harry,” you breathed out his name, dragging your nails along his back as you moved your hips up eagerly.

He moved his head from your neck o hover above yours, licking his lips teasingly as he looked down at you with dark eyes. He moved one of his hands to caress your cheek lovingly, as the other found your breast, his thumb grazing over your nipple. “Can I have a taste, baby?” he leaned his forehead against your, not breaking eye contact, “just a fo’a bit, then you can have me.”

You nodded frantically, brushing your nose against his. He gave you one last peck on the lips before moving down again to lick down at your skin. He pressed open-mouthed kisses at your chest, sucking harshly between your breasts. His tongue moved along your belly, craving his finger into it playfully like you had done to him, making you squeal above him.

He finally settled down between your thighs, his hand gripping at them to keep it apart before moving teasingly slow to the hem of your underwear. Your breath got caught in your throat as you moved up to lean on your elbows, gazing at him, hyper-aware of his every move.

He looked up, grinning like a devil, before moving his face down to nose gently at your mound. Pulling away, he pressed his hands on your sides, sliding your underwear off your legs as you helped him, raising your hips slightly.

You whimpered as you felt him kiss along your inner thigh, meeting your middle as licked you once. Your hips raised impatiently, making him smirk at you again before completely diving in.

You got lost in the pleasure as he licked his tongue into you, letting yourself fall back in the cushions behind your head. Your hand moved to grip at his hair tightly as he sucked in your clit, making you yelp and call out his name. His mouth was warm as his saliva mixed with your own wetness every time he licked into you.

Feeling your arousal pooling on your folds, you desperately needed to feel him as close as possible. Wanting every inch of him against you.

You pushed him from you, grabbing at his shoulder so he could move up to face you again. He didn’t protest, spattering quick kisses along the way before pressing his mouth against yours. The taste of champagne still lingering on your tongue mixed with your own taste on his as he licked into your mouth.

“y’taste so good, baby,” he groaned, parting from you as he moved to remove his briefs. The limited amount of light illuminated his face beautifully, making you able to notice the glistening of your juices down his chin. You felt your core twitch at the scene above you, desperate to have him fill you up.

“Please,” you urged him, grabbing at his hips to pull him down.

“Can I have you, darlin’?” His voice was raspy, as he looks down at you with hooded eyes, “‘d you let me?”

Your arousal blurred your mind, your grip on his waist tightened as you raised your hips impatiently, nodding along to his question.

“Have to hear you say it, love,” he spoke, leaning down to place kisses along your neck, “just say it, and you’ll have me.”

“You can have me, please, I-” you moaned desperately, babbling words without thinking, “I need you, please.”

He raised his head from your shoulders, giving you a quick peck before reaching down to guide his length between your folds. Your belly tensed as he rubbed his head against your clit, holding back your breath as he finally slid in you.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” he choked, pushing his hips all the way, allowing you to feel every inch of him fill you up. You breathed out a moan, reaching your hand on his back. “‘s this all fo’ me?”

You whined out a ‘yes’, rolling your hips as a way of urging him to move.

His movements began slow, his cock rubbing heavenly against your walls, making you clench around him. You both moaned and whimpered as your lips brushed.

“Can feel me deep?” He asked, resting his forehead against yours as he pushed his dick all the way in. You nodded, yearning for him to start moving again. “Can feel me in y’belly?”

“H, please,” you begged, gripping your nails on his shoulder blades.”Want you.”

“y’have me,” he kissed you hard before moving again, rolling his hips as he picked up the pace.

The air around you was hot as you threw your head back with the delicious feeling of him hitting the spot inside of you. He was addicting. The salty taste of his skin. The touch of his hands gripping on your sides. The smell of his cologne faintly mixed with sweat. The sound of his skin meeting yours. It made you earn for him in every possible way.

You felt your wetness dripping out of you as he pulled your leg up to your chest, allowing him to effectively hit deeper spots. The new position made a cramp start to creep up on your thight, but you ignored it to focus on the way his hips met yours.

Time seemed to pass like a blur as you pleasured each other, but soon enough you felt your orgasm building up. His thrusts became more frequent and smooth as he felt you clench more around him.

“that’s it, baby - fuck,” he grunted, moving his hand down to flicker your clit, causing to arch your back, moaning loudly. “Wanna feel you come for me.”

His cross necklace dangled over you as he watched you closely. You kept your gaze locked on his as you felt the feeling deep in your tummy take over your entire body. A moan got stuck in your throat as you opened your mouth to an ‘O’ shape, digging your nails further on his shoulders as you reached your high.

Getting home, you soon realized that throughout the week you had been so lost in your feelings with Harry that you didn’t even think of asking him for his phone number.

The month that followed passed by surprisingly quickly. During the first week you were swiftly thrown back again into your old reality of course essays and textbooks. You hadn’t heard a word from Harry, and the most frustrating part is that he seemed to have settled his place inside your thoughts. You tried asking about him to Nia once or twice again, but every time she seemed to come up with vague answers and change the subject, so you figured she had other things to worry about.

It was a disappointing end, to say the least. Even knowing from the start that being let down was the most possible outcome, it didn’t hurt any less. You often wondered if it had been something you’d done that made him pull away, or if he just wasn’t in it from the start.

By the second week you had gotten a job at a tiny local cafe you used to go after class to study and eat cinnamon rolls. That’s when time starting to rush by, as you found yourself busy through most of your day. Nia was working more than you’ve ever seen her. You two barely talked as she spent most of her time with Evan or inside her room editing. And as the week at the camp house got further away, it started to almost seem like you had imagined all of it.

Having a lot of distractions helped, but you never seemed to push the thought of a certain curly-haired boy completely away. Sometimes during a tedious lesson you would daydream about the feeling of his lips against yours. Or right before you fell asleep you would think about the taste of his skin, how strong his hand were gripping on your thighs. Maybe even at work. When there wasn’t a lot of movement, you could almost hear the sound of his voice.

It was aggravating, the effect he left on you. It got to a point where you got angry; sometimes at him but sometimes at yourself. He was the one who had gone after you, and yet he was the one who disappeared. But again, he didn’t really owe you anything, and that’s what’s frustrating. You were the one who allowed him; you knew from the start that you would get hurt but you still went for it, anyway.

As you got closer to the premiere night that was planned, you started to get anxious. You would catch yourself daydreaming more often, not being as focused as you were. You even started picking your nails again, which is a habit you thought you’d kick it a long time ago. But truth to be told, you were nervous.

The thought about seeing him again made your heart race. You wished that you could somehow find a way not to go. Maybe ask Nia if the two of you could have a private viewing. You had even thought about bribing her with making your mom’s brownie recipe. But you already knew the answer before you even suggested it. This was an important night for her, and you would be there to support it.

You were overthinking this. Was it going to be awkward when you met him? How would you even greet him? Would he kiss you? Would he ignore you? Should you ignore him? All the scenarios in your head made you want to throw up and run away.

When the two of you finally arrived, you were greeted by a cheerful Evan, who jokingly teased you for being late. As you got into his house, you found a bigger group than you expected. It seemed like you and Nia were the last ones to arrive, as there was around ten other people in there. Some of them you recognized from being Nia’s friends, others you had never seen, but none was the one you earned to see the most.

Evan guided you across the living room area, “I’ll show you the kitchen so you two can get some drinks,” He held up his glass as he spoke. Gesturing to the entrance of the room, “We’ll start everything in around ten minutes, so get ready.”

As you entered the kitchen behind Nia, you could feel her stiffen her posture a bit, before looking back at you. You frowned lightly at her, confused by her behaviour, gazing inside the room and finding immediately a pair of green eyes already watching you. It made you think back to the first time you were in this exact position, except in your own kitchen. This time, however, he was the one to approach you.

He looked really good, which did nothing to help the butterflies flying relentlessly in your stomach. He was in all black, a buttoned up shirt with a few buttons open, exposing a bit of the skin on his chest where a silver necklace laid upon. You swallowed dryly at the sight of his hand running swiftly through his hair, with a ring hugging each one of his fingers.

As he got close, he greeted Nia first, giving her a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek, before turning his attention back to you. He shot you a shy smile, before embracing you into a hug. You didn’t really know if it was your mind playing tricks but you felt him a bit hesitant as he greeted you and placed a kiss on your cheek. Pulling away, he cleared his throat, running his hand again through his hair, he almost seemed… nervous?

“‘S nice seeing you again,” he mumbled, “this uhm… ‘s my girlfriend, Jess.”

You could felt your heart drop with his words as you finally noticed a smiley girl coming to his side.

She wasn’t much taller than you, her red hair pulled back in a perfect ponytail. She matched him with a small black dress that annoyingly hugged her body in all the right ways. You could barely register her greeting you, as you tried your best to keep a straight face to hide the shock that took over your body. You felt a heaviness at the pit of your stomach, a feeling so distressful that made you want to scream as an attempt to make it go away.

You didn’t pay a lot of attention as Nia made a conversation with the girl, knowing that’s what she did best. You kept your gaze directed to Harry, your eyes asking a million questions - you didn’t even think you wanted to know the answers to. But he kept his eyes locked on the floor, eventually looking up at the girl in his arms as she seemed to mention him. But never meeting your own. Her hand was caressing his chest lovingly while his found their way on her waist, keeping her close.

“I think I’ll get something to drink,” you announced, realizing you might’ve interrupted the conversation as they stopped talking. You turned to Nia, “do you want something?”

She looked back at you with sorry eyes, “I should go with you,” she quickly turned back to the girl, “It was lovely meeting you, Jess.”

“Oh! Sure,” she smiled brightly at you two, her hand moving to rest on Harry’s chest, “we should go get our seats as well, right, babe?”

You left the scene as quickly as you could, not wanting to hear any more of it. Looking at all the drink options on top of the counter, you tried to think which one could get you drunk enough to stop feeling hurt over someone you spent just a week with, but still sober enough so that you could pretend everything was fine. Before you realized, Nia was standing next to you, getting two plastic pink cups before she stared at you with guilty-filled eyes.

“I should’ve just told you about it,” she sighed, “I didn’t want to make you sad, but looking back it was probably best if you already knew.”

You turned your head to look at her, “so you knew it all along?” You swallowed the lump in your throat as you felt it close once again.

“Evan told me like a few days after we got back!” She rushed, “I don’t know if they were together while we were filming.”

You took a deep breath, knowing Nia was probably blaming herself for putting you into this situation. But you knew it wasn’t her fault, she would never purposely put you in this position if she knew about it before.

“You know what, it’s fine,” you tried your best to cover up the hurt and gave her a weak smile, “it’s not your fault Ni. It’s okay. I’m fine.”

She pulled you into a tight hug, “I’m sorry, bubba,” she said, “let’s get you something to drink so you can enjoy this party like the star you are!”

The two of you decided on the vodka mixed with watermelon juice, something you had never even thought of trying before but seemed to be ideal to handle the situation you found yourself in. You walked back to the living area, where people were already beginning to settle on the chairs.

Following Nia, you prompted yourself on a seat at the edge closest to the door, opposite to where Harry sat with the girl. His girl. You thought bitterly, taking a big sip from your cup and cringing at the strong taste.

There was a speech you didn’t pay much attention to before they started the film, only giving a slight smile when you realized the mention of your name.

Before you knew it, the lights were out and your face took over the screen.

It was harder than you thought it would be. Looking up at the scenes you had with Harry, knowing everything that happened behind the cameras. Knowing every touch and every kiss felt more than just playing a character. You knew the actual feeling of having him to yourself. But now staring at it right in front of you, it just left a sour taste in your mouth.

You finished your drink barely ten minutes into the film, the feeling of your chest aching starting to become overwhelming as you watched your shared kiss on the big screen. You could feel your throat close once more, your eyes watering a bit.

“I’m gonna get some air,” you whispered to Nia sitting next to you, who gave you a sympathetic smile as you got up. You glimpsed quickly to Harry who had his eyes trained on you, the girl next to him leaning to whisper something in his ear.

You could feel the tears falling down stubbornly as you left the room. Standing in the hallway, you made the decision to turn to the front door instead of the back, not wanting to face anyone with reddish eyes.

You left the house, picking your phone with shaky hands as you managed to call a ride home, sighing in relief as your screen told you it was just about three minutes away.

You heard the door open behind you as stood on the sidewalk hugging yourself to get some warmth on the chilly night. You tried your best to swallow back your tears as you turned around, expecting to find Nia looking at you with pitiful eyes.

To your surprise, the person standing there was Harry, looking like a deer caught in the headlights as he took in your tearful eyes. He spoke your name in a soft voice, causing you to look away.

“Don’t-” you interrupted, raising your hand at him, “I don’t wanna hear it.”

He frowned at you, not wanting to upset you more. “I’m sorry,” he hesitated, taking a step forward.

Your phone buzzed in your hand, as you watched your ride pulling in front of you. You looked back at him, “I’m sorry too,” you said before moving to enter the car.

You spared him one last glance through the window as the driver pulled away.

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Kiribaku - In The Rain -

I’ve had this written for a few days now, and I’m so happy to finally share it! This was inspired by a beautiful kiribaku fan art piece by the lovely modsisawesome on TikTok. ❤️

You can see it here:

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Please check his art out; it is wonderful. ❤️

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It was raining again.

Any other day Kirishima would not mind.

But today was not a good day. This was the fourth day in a row of it raining. It was so bad that all classes had to be inside and everyone in the class was beyond restless, including Kirishima.

Bakugou was definitely taking it the worst.

He was being more explosive then usual, which was saying something considering how explosive he already was on a daily basis. It was safe to say everyone knew to stay out of his way today. Even Kirishima.

Kirishima would be lying if he said he was keeping his distance because of Bakugou being extra grouchy. The red head had no problem handling Bakugou at his worst. Even when the blonde was being snappy, Kirishima knew never to take it to heart. That wasn’t the problem.

Something had happened last night between him and Bakugou that he didn’t know how to explain. Or even comprehend.

It was no secret to Kirishima that Bakugou still dealt with nightmares occasionally. They had started getting better a few months ago, but he still got them every once in awhile. Kirishima noticed when the weather was bad, Bakugou usually had a nightmare.

Whenever it did happen, Kirishima would wake up to a yell or a bang, as if someone was hitting a wall. Kirishima knew it was Bakugou. It took awhile but the blonde got used to Kirishima shuffling over to his room whenever he awoke to a sound coming from Bakugou’s room.

Bakugou would never admit it, but Kirishima laying in bed beside him afterwards always helped ease him back into sleep. Bakugou was thankful for it, Kirishima was just happy he could help Bakugou.

Last night Kirishima had woken up to a yell. One of the loudest he had heard come from Bakugou’s room in awhile. Within a second Kirishima was wide awake and jumping out of bed. He made sure to knock so as not to scare Bakugou by just barging in. Usually the blonde would open the door for him or bang on the wall again as a way to tell him he can enter.

But this time there was only silence and it made Kirishima’s heart sink. Without hesitation he opened the door and quickly closed it behind him. It was dark in the room, in that moment Kirishima realized it was raining heavily outside. There was a flash of lightning that lit up the room for a second, letting Kirishima see Bakugou sitting up in bed against his headboard, he was gripping at his throat with wide eyes.

Kirishima was in front of him on the bed in an instant, slowly bringing his hands up to Bakugou’s which were still around his throat. Even through the heavy rain hitting his balcony doors, Kirishima could hear the blonde gasping for air.

Bakugou hadn’t had a panic attack in months, and this was probably the worst one he had ever seen the blonde experience.

He gently took Bakugou’s hands in his, bringing them to his chest so the blonde can feel his heart beat. Kirishima felt tears well up in his eyes when he heard Bakugou attempting to speak.

“I-I.. can’t..” it was broken off with a sob.

“I know, I know; it’ll be okay. Remember, try to copy my breathing, okay?”

Bakugou nodded through his tears, slowly attempting to copy Kirishima’s breathing pattern. A few minutes passed and his breathing was finally starting to even out but it did not stop his tears. Kirishima had never seen Bakugou look this broken before.

He kept his hands over Bakugou’s that were still laid over his heart, and slowly scooted closer on his knees before bringing a hand up to the blondes head and guiding him to lean his forehead on his shoulder. To Kirishima’s surprise, Bakugou didn’t try to resist. If anything, he brought Kirishima even closer by removing a hand and bringing it around the red heads waist.

Bakugou was technically hugging him, Kirishima had no idea what to do but to make sure Bakugou’s breathing returned to normal. It took a few more minutes before the blonde gave a large sigh as he sniffled and wiped at his eyes. He kept his forehead on Kirishima’s shoulder, and they stayed like that until the blonde slowly lifted his head up.

There was another flash of lightning, allowing them to stare at one another for a second before the room returned to pitch black.

“Do you.. want to talk about it?” Kirishima asked softly. The blonde sniffled again as he stayed silent, Kirishima reached a hand out to Bakugou’s face, gently taking his hand in his before using his other hand to wipe the tears off the blondes cheeks.

“Shigaraki.. hand around my throat.. woke up and couldn’t breathe.” He said slowly in a hoarse whisper.

Kirishima nodded even though he knew Bakugou couldn’t see. His hand stayed on Bakugou’s cheek before slowly removing it to lay a hand on the others knee.

“Are you hurt?” the red head asked, concerned. If so, it wouldn’t be the first time Bakugou had accidentally hurt himself during a panic attack.

“No.. I’m good.”

“You’re really not.’ Kirishima thought sadly. He knew this would be something that bothered Bakugou for days, if not weeks.

“I’m here, Kats.”

It happened so fast Kirishima had no time to think when he felt Bakugou lay his hands on either sides of Kirishima’s face.

“Why do you do this for me?” Bakugou asked in confusion.

Kirishima’s heart raced at the question, because there was no way he could tell Bakugou the real reason why.

“You’re my best friend..” the red head trailed off as he took Bakugou’s hands in his.

“Fuckin why?”

Kirishima blinked in confusion.

“Why what?”

“Why the fuck am I your best friend?”

The question isn’t asked in anger, much to Kirishima’s surprise. All he hears is confusion and frustration. Before Kirishima can reply, Bakugou tears his hands out of his.

“I’m a fuckin’ asshole, Ei! And for literally no reason. I’ve hurt people.. I ended Almight. Apparently I’m seen so much as a villain that the fuckin’ League of Villians kidnapped me to try to recruit me into their bitch ass group!”

By the time he’s done talking, he’s standing beside the bed. Kirishima wishes he could see his face. Before he can think he moves closer to the headboard and leans over to turn on the small lamp on Bakugou’s nightstand. It shines just enough light for him to see Bakugou’s face which is full of frustration, so much that the red head can see tears of frustration in his eyes.

He’s silent for a moment as he processes everything his best friend just said. Kirishima’s heart clenches painfully in his chest. He really thought Bakugou stopped seeing himself as a villain. He really thought Bakugou had stopped blaming himself for Almights retirement.

Had he continued to feel like this this whole time?

Before Kirishima speaks, he moves to sit on the bed in front of Bakugou who is still standing. Their eyes lock on one another and the look in the blondes eyes causes something to shift in Kirishima,

“Katsuki.” He says softly, as he continues to stare up at his friend. He takes Bakugou’s hands in his, squeezing them gently before speaking.

“As much as you may want to believe it, you are not an asshole. Maybe you were back in first year but you’ve changed, I’ve seen you change in the last year and so has our classmates. You hurt people in the past, yeah. I know you still feel guilt over bullying Midoriya but you apologized to him, remember? You took the step needed to fix your friendship with him.”

The blonde looks away, giving a huff. Kirishima keeps a hold of his hands, running his thumb over Bakugou’s knuckles.

“You are not a villain, Katsuki. You’re the strongest, manliest hero I know! I’ve never known anyone else so completely dedicated to being a hero! The League knew how strong you are, they kidnapped you hoping you’d join their side because they knew they’d be fuckin unstoppable with someone like you in their group! They never knew who you truly are, which is a hero.”

By the time Kirishima is done, he’s practically out of breath as he continues to stare up at Bakugou who’s looking off to the side. Even with the blonde looking away he can see the tears that are so close to letting loose.

Bakugou’s hands are shaking.

“You’re such an idiot.” The blonde growls out before whipping his head back to glare at Kirishima.

“You’re fucking blind.”

Kirishima sighs, wanting nothing more then to hug Bakugou and get him to understand. It hurts so much seeing the blonde struggling so much, it literally brings tears to Kirishima’s eyes.

“I don’t think I’m the blind one here.”

Kirishima says it softly but in a way Bakugou knows he’s being dead serious. Hearing the red head holding back his tears makes Bakugou react in a way he didn’t want.

Before Kirishima can process what’s happening he’s on his back on the bed, Bakugou looming over him with his hands on either sides of Kirishima’s head.

Kirishima’s eyes widen in shock before he feels his heart break, because Bakugou is crying and apparently Kirishima is too.

“What the hell are you even talking about?! You’ve always given me to much damn credit! You’ve always fucking been there and it doesn’t make any fucking sense!” he’s yelling with tears falling around Kirishima, the red head is speechless.

“I’m not.. I’m not a good person, Ei.” it comes out as a broken whisper as he closes his eyes, his head bending down causing his bangs to cover most of his face from Kirishima’s view. Kirishima isn’t even attempting to hold back his tears anymore, it’s impossible after seeing his best friend break like this.

Because for Kirishima, Bakugou has always been so much more then just his best friend. He loved him so much it physically hurt.

With a shaking hand he slowly reaches up to tilt Bakugou’s face up so he can see him again. His hand lingers on his face, softly running his fingers over the blondes cheek.

Kirishima has to remind himself to breathe because the way Bakugou is looking at him is doing things to his heart.

“You are the greatest person I’ve ever met, Katsuki.”

It comes out as a whisper that’s laced with tears but he knows Bakugou hears every word, because his eyes widen and something changes between them in that moment.

Kirishima can’t help but notice that it looks like Bakugou had a life changing realization, and Kirishima watches him go pale as he continues to stare down at the red head.

“Kats-“

“Get out.”

Kirishima blinks and Katsuki is back to standing beside the bed, eyes still wide but with a far away look in them.

“What?”

“Get out, Ei. Please get the fuck out.”

Kirishima slowly sits up, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. Was Bakugou just really mad about what he had said? He hadn’t been trying to piss him off.

“I wasn’t-“

“Leave the fucking room, Ei!”

The words felt like a slap to the face.

With teary eyes he slowly got off the bed, continuing to stare at Bakugou who was glaring at the wall; refusing to meet his eyes. Kirishima gave a sigh before nodding and walking to the door. He didn’t look back as he opened the door, softy closing it behind him.

It was safe to say Kirishima didn’t sleep the rest of the night as he listened to Bakugou’s crying on the other side of the wall.

After that, Kirishima was beyond confused. All the time he had known Bakugou, he had never seen him break like that. He couldn’t get the blondes facial expression out of his head. The way he had been looking at him before darting off the bed..

Kirishima didn’t really know what to make of it.

Kirishima started to wonder if maybe he should have just told Bakugou the real reason why he cared so much and saw him as a good person.

Kirishima was completely in love with him, of course he saw the good in Katsuki. How could he not?

You see the best in the people you love, and Kirishima saw the best in Bakugou better then anyone else.

Blinking out of his thoughts when he heard the bell ring signaling the end of their last class, he looked up just in time to see Bakugou dart out of his seat and out the classroom door.

Kirishima frowned before giving a sigh and looking at his desk.

“Kiri..”

The red head looked up to see Mina standing in front of his desk, Denki and Sero behind her.

“Are you okay?” She asked softly. Kirishima noticed the concerned look on her face as he stared up at her. He gave her a small smile.

“Yeah, I’m okay. I’m gonna finish this up and then I’ll meet you guys at the dorms.”

Mina laid a hand on his shoulder and squeezed before nodding her head.

“See ya back at the dorms!” Denki said with a wave, as Kirishima waved back.

He loved his friends. They knew when he needed some space.

After finishing up his worksheet, he quickly put it in his bag along with his pencil before getting up and throwing the bag over his shoulder. He walked out of the classroom, and began his decent down the now empty hallway as he stared at the floor. Once he made it to the exit, he pushed them open and was met with the sight of none other then a torrential downpour.

“Shit.” He cursed.

On the one day he forgot his umbrella too. At least he wouldn’t have to worry about scrubbing the gel out of his hair tonight. It’ll be completely rinsed out by the time he made it back to the dorms in this rain. He took a deep breath and was about to make a run for it, when he noticed someone in the distance.

They were just standing there in the middle of the downpour, looking up at the dark sky.

Kirishima felt a chill go through him when he realized it was Bakugou.

What was he doing standing in the rain?

Without thinking further about it, Kirishima quickly jogged out into the rain, stopping behind Bakugou who still had his head tilted up towards the sky.

Even in the pouring rain, Bakugou was beautiful.

“Hey, Kats!”

Kirishima had to almost shout just so Bakugou could hear him over the rain and even then he was doubtful the blonde would hear him considering he was hard at hearing. To his surprise though, Bakugou tilted his head back down and turned around to face Kirishima.

Later on Kirishima would remember this being the moment things changed.

Bakugou was giving him the most vulnerable look he has ever seen on the blondes face. It made him freeze. It made him realize maybe Bakugou was just as confused as he was.

He knew then. He had to tell Bakugou how much he truly meant to him.

Kirishima gulped, taking the few steps needed to be right in front of Bakugou, who was still staring at him with that same look in his eyes.

“I’m sorry for upsetting you last night. I swear that wasn’t my intention. I just worry so much about you.” Kirishima said over the rain as Bakugou continued to stare at him before scowling.

“That’s the point, you shouldn’t! Even with everything you said last night, i don’t understand why you care so damn much!”

It came out as a yell but Kirishima knew it was so he could hear him over the rain. Kirishima bit his lip, noticing the feeling of his hair now laying flat and soaked around his face due to the rain. He was soaked head to toe, same as Bakugou. It was freezing.

This was not how Kirishima pictured confessing to Bakugou.

“You’re kidding yourself he-“

Kirishima refused to let him finish that sentence.

“Because I love you, Katsuki!”

It was silent accept for the sound of the rain around them, although Kirishima could swear he could hear the racing of his heart in his chest.

He watched Bakugou’s eyes widen. Kirishima expected him to get angry. To ask him once again what the hell he’s talking about. But instead the blonde takes a step closer.

“What?”

He doesn’t yell it so Kirishima has a hard time hearing him over the rain, but he understands. Bakugou is speechless. He still looks so vulnerable, but he also looks like he is in complete disbelief over what Kirishima just said.

“I-I’m in love with you! I’ve been in love with you for so long now, a-and I know I should have been honest with you and told you sooner, and for that I apologize. But, that’s why I see you how I do. I’ve always seen the best in you, and I love you because of all of it, Kats!”

Bakugou remains frozen in place, eyes still wide as he stares at Kirishima. He blinks rapidly and Kirishima thinks he may actually be crying, but it’s impossible to tell with the rain drenching them. Kirishima stays in place, afraid to say anything else. Doubt starts creeping in the longer they stand in front of one another, Bakugou silent as ever.

Kirishima wonders if he just fucked up their friendship.

Before he can say anything else, Bakugou takes the few steps needed to be standing right in front of the redhead, and before Kirishima can even blink Bakugou has a hold of his tie and pulls him closer causing Kirishima to gasp in surprise.

What is happening?

“Uhh..”

“Shut up. “

Kirishima sees something other then vulnerability in Bakugou’s eyes now. Maybe it’s always been there and Kirishima just couldn’t tell because he wasn’t really looking for it. But he definitely sees it now.

Bakugou is looking at him with fondness and dare he say it, love.

It makes Kirishima’s knees shake. His heart starts racing even faster and he has to remember to keep breathing but the look in the blondes eyes is literally leaving him breathless. What Bakugou says next has everything fade around them because in that moment all Kirishima sees is him.

“Kiss me right now, or I’m blasting your face off.”

That is the most romantic thing Kirishima has ever heard the blonde say.

The words cause Kirishima to feel like the world just tilted off its axis and he seriously wonders if this is all just a dream. Because Katsuki Bakugou just told him to kiss him.

Before Kirishima can think further on it, he does what he has wanted to do for almost a year now and grabs Bakugou’s face in his hands and brings him close to kiss him.

And it is so much better then Kirishima had ever imagined it would be.

The blonde does not hesitate in responding back, as he keeps one hand clutching Kirishima’s tie and the other wrapping around Kirishima’s waist.

It’s so hard to believe that it’s actually happening but when he feels Bakugou deepen the kiss he loses all thought process and eagerly kisses back.

They’re both unsure how long they stay like that. But by the time they pull away, the rain has stopped. They’re still soaked head to toe, and everything in their backpacks is more then likely ruined. Neither care.

The rain is the last thing on their minds.

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extemely-thoughtful-person · 3 years

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On The Possible Students, Staff, and Ideals of Royal Sword Academy

Before you read this, just know that I don't hate heros. They stand for some good morals at times and they have their moment to shine. What I don't like is the character flaws that don't get resolved towards the end of the film.

I'm was bored, Okay?

With the recent conclusion of chapter 5, we were given a lot of new grounds to to explore and new information to apply and expand for the world building of Twisted Wonderland. The most important thing I believe chapter 5 has done is set the stage for what is to come in the future chapters. With the VDC, we got to take a quick glance at not only the students of RSA, but also it's Head President, Ambrose the 63rd. But, now with the chapters conclusion, what should we expect from the people of RSA in Chapters 6 and 7? Are the students any good? What kind of lessons are taught by the teachers? Is the overall morral of the academy is good or bad?

There are a lot of things we still don't really know about them, so I'm gonna try and figure out more about them through sources of current information and other things that we should be looking at. (Though there is a high chance that everything I'm saying is not going to happen, as everytime I make any kind of prediction, it never happens.😑)

Now, there are two things we need to look at before we actually start guessing what the school is like: the base of inspiration of RSA, and what we know from what we were given in the game.

Starting with the inspiration of RSA. The school is basically the twst base for all Twisted Disney protagonists, like the princes, princesses, heros, and their sidekicks. Basically, if a villain based character attends, or attended NRC, then their protagonist counterpart attends, or attended RSA. Simple. Because these are two rival schools, I have no idea who thought it was a good idea to build two academies that want to rip each other to shreds on the SAME F*CKING ISLAND!!! I feel really sorry for the town that's separating the two schools, because a lot of battles must take place there during the school year.

But back to the point, these RSA students are going to be based on the Disney protagonists, which is actually very important to note. This is where we dive into the films that the characters are based off of.

Disney inspiration

The old Disney films are some of the best pieces of animated art ever to hit the big screen, and I'm positive many of you reading this grew up with these movies. They always make up some part of your childhood. But, unlike you all, I never got to experience all of the Disney magic as a kid. There were only two or three original animated films that I ever got to see: Cinderella (the one I've seen a dozen times), Pinocchio ( the one that gave me nightmares), and Beauty and the Beast (I only ever saw this movie once or twice). There were certain movies from the famous Disney collection I was never allowed to watch, however: Aladdin, the Little Mermaid, Sleeping Beauty, Snow White, Alice in Wonderland, Hercules, and a lot more. Now that I'm older, and have the resources and time to watch what I've been missing, I'm starting to realize why I was never allowed to watch those movies as a kid.

Now, I'm sure you all thought this way at one point: as a little kid, you've always cheered on the protagonist, you've always said that the good guy is good and the bad guy is bad. You see the situation as black and white. One person stands for something great, while the other wishes to harm others for personal gain. You vote for good, you hate the bad. And in the end, the bad guy gets punished while the protagonist emerges victorious, loved by everyone, and always rewarded with a happily ever after.

However, as you get older, the line between good and bad starts to blur. You begin to realize why the "bad guy" is doing what they're doing, and starting to see that the "good guys" aren't always making the right choices. You start to see there is more to the people involved than them just being good or bad. Ever notice that the protagonists look more or less the same? Their always thin, white, royalty, or heros (not all of them are white, but I'm trying to prove a point.) They always have a charm that makes them stand as protagonists, but when brought together, they look more or less the same. They even have similar personalities to an extent.

The villains on the other hand are much more diverse with design, they have a unique appearance and personality that sets them apart from the "good people". Some are larger, others are taller, a few are very charming and manipulative, while others seem more comedic. They have a wide range of personalities and designs that make them recognizable to the audience. But there is also something else you begin to see as you become older, their motives. Not all of them have the worst intentions in mind. Many of them were wronged for being different. Some even fell from grace by suffering tragic events. Now, I'm not saying everything they do is right, and they still did awful things that merit some kind of punishment, but you start to see why they do what they did. You start to understand them more, and sympathize with them. Not every villain is good, however. There are some cases where the wrong doer gets what they deserve, but there are cases where they didn't deserve what they got.

Flipping to the protagonists, not all of them are great. And, again I'm not saying that to hate on them, but you need to remember, they may be the protagonists, but are they really doing the right thing? There are a bunch of times where the hero is dumb and stupid and replies on others to do everything for them because they're innocent princesses who are good and pure and don't need to do anything because they're perfect. Sounds like a Mary Sue, but sad to say, there are Disney protagonists who fit this description (looking at you Snow White). But not every protagonist is dumb, on the contrary, but their actions are a bit on the selfish side of things. Heroes like Ariel and Hercules made selfish choices for the sake of ✨LOVE✨, but in all honesty, they should've known better. Others hammer on the villains for self enjoyment, and when the villains bite back, they never once considered that the situation was partially their fault. The only thing they can say is " Op, this guy's messed up. Time to beat his @$$!" And then proceeds to kick them all the way to Hades (Sometimes literally in this case). And these characters are supposed to be role models for children! Now the good news is not every protagonist is like this, there are actually a few very good ones who mean well, still have flaws that make them relatable, and are rightfully rewarded.

My favorite example of this is Mulan. She wants fight on behalf of her father, works hard to pass the trials of war, and comes back in the end even though she was left to die. The villains she faced were blood thirsty and wanted to conquer more land and take lives. The Huns die in defeat, while Mulan is called a hero. In this case, the formula for good and bad makes sense and puts the characters in the right positions.

But sadly, there are cases where the villain gets wronged by the good guys, goes bad, and then gets punished because they were bad and wrong, and the "good guys" are always right even if they do something that's questionable. This is what we're focusing on, because 1: we have yet to see Mulan in TWST, and 2: because this case makes up at least a good portion of the movies used in the TWST universe. The movies listed here are in the TWST verse, and are what I consider to be in this category: The Little Mermaid, Aladdin, Snow White, and Hercules.

The RSA we know so far

Now basing the interactions we received from the VDC, we have met what I like to call the Snow White Package of students from both schools. On the "hero's" side, we've got Neige, our Snow White, and his seven dwarf companions (I'm not going to name them all, because so far, their names are irrelevant.) On the "Villains" side, we've got Vil Schoenheit, our Evil Queen, Rook Hunt, our huntsman, and Epel Felmier, our adorable poisoned apple.

Now from what we're shown, Neige is a young, talented actor and influencer at the rank of number 1. He's also a bit naive and seems to trust others way to easily. I'm not saying that's a bad thing, but this can become a problem. I wrote in a theory about Neige failing the VDC that everything is decided for him, and that he's controlled by the people he agrees to help. There are two things to take away from this if this is true.

Firstly, how he responds to the situation. If he's naive about the whole thing until someone points it out to him, then that would make sense. But it would make even more sense if he is already aware of what's going on around him, but he continues to act nice and pretends that he's not bothered by it, when infact, he is.

This leads to the second point, his unique magic. Though we haven't gotten a formal name or power, I believe that his unique magic is called, "Sing with me" Which gives him the ability to get others to sing and dance along with him when ever he preforms. The base of inspiration for this magic would be Snow White getting the animals to sing along with her, and help her with whatever she's doing, (read: do things for her). As for why, his awareness that he's being controlled subtly plus the fact that it bothers him is given away from the fact that he can subtly manipulate people to sing and dance along with him wether they like it or not. Basically, it would make sense for him to be able to manipulate others as he is manipulated on a daily basis.

The dwarves don't hold any importance right now, but if my theory about Neige's unique magic is true, then that would explain the shaky performance given at the VDC. The dwarves probably didn't rehearse very well, if not at all, so a unique magic that can make someone sing along with someone else regardless of whether or not they heard the song before would explain it.

As for Vil, well, he reminds me of Mega Mind. He always wanted to do something great, but he was always categorized as a player for the Villain role at a young age and was never given the chance to prove himself capable of the hero's role. His unique magic isn't just a reference to the Evil Queen, but also a manifestation of what he doesn't want to become, but was always the roles he was set as in front of the camera: a curse. Something unwanted, an obstacle, a disposable, selfish person who only wants to get in the way of the protagonist. What makes this so sad is that he was never given the chance to be something else, something better. People would always categorize him as the bad guy and never give him the opportunity to something greater. It's no wonder he hates the role so much. He wants to survive till the end instead of constantly being defeated.

What they could be

So, what about the rest of the students of RSA? (Besides Chenya. He's cool. I like him.)

Comparing the depressing and traumatic lives of the NRC students, the RSA students... well, it really depends. I could be wrong about this, but...

They could have two sides to them. One side that shows the world that they are the best, that they are successful and they always win. That their lives are perfect and that anyone who wants to be successful must follow their example.

The other side shows what's really going on on the inside, away from the adoring public. And that...is that their lives aren't perfect at all. They have trauma, or bad experiences that they try to cover up with a facaude that hides their true emotional pain. What other things could come out of this side?

A desire...no, a need to try and make their ideal images a reality. To show the world that they are right and they are perfect. That anyone who doesn't agree with them are wrong. They feel the need to cover up all of their pain, and continue on the path that the world sees them taking, the path that the world believes is the path of betterment. They are desperate to prove that they are perfect and successful in any and everyway. And they work together to support each other, making it easier for them to handle their pain and move on.

NRC doesn't, or didn't have that support. But unlike RSA, they aren't desperate to prove that their way of life is perfect, they're more focused on their individual futures, goals and objectives. They are more independent and creative on their own lives and march to the beat of their own drums. When a fellow student is doing something, and helping them benefits the assistant, then they will help, not for the sake of kindness, reputation or perfection, but for the purpose of getting themselves closer to their goals. This isn't a bad thing, but if you try to bring others down so that you can go up, then that isn't good.

But they don't have the same support system RSA has, meaning that instead of sharing their pain to make it easier, they are forced to bottle it up. And we all know how well that ends up going sooner or later.

But that leaves the question: Why does NRC want to beat RSA in the Magift tournament? Or anything else, really?

There are a few reasons. One, for honor's sake, of course. You'd definitely want to beat the people that won last year... and the year before that... and the year before that...

But this is a better reason for wanting to win besides just petty feuds and honor: personal goals and agendas.

Think about it. If a well assembled and trained team managed to beat a seemingly flawless academy's team that's been victorious for almost a century, then that would put you on a pretty high pedistal. You would be incredibly famous and popular. New opportunities would open up for you and your teammates. You could meet your goals and your dreams a lot faster and easier. And your life would improve greatly.

But, do you know what that means for the losing side?

That they were wrong. That they don't always win. That their lives are flawed. That the path they follow doesn't always guarantee success. That they aren't the best example to follow. RSA and it's reputation would decease considerably if they lost to their rival school, making NRC the better academy, making them the perfect academy. This means only one thing for RSA...

They can't afford to lose. Even if it means using tactics that involve questionable actions.

Like CHEATING.

That's right. I just accused the very popular and professional academy RSA of an act as large as cheating. Why? I must have some pretty solid evidence for them to do such a nefarious act. And I do.

Firstly, the fact that despite the constantly changing students and staff, RSA has won the inter school Magift tournament for 99 years in a row. That's a pretty weird fact. It must mean that either the players are really good, or they staged it with tactics that are against the rules.

Second, think about the next chapter. This theory about cheating would fit in perfectly with the character story arch for Ignihyde. I believe that the next chapter is going to be about fitting in. Belonging somewhere. Idia and Ortho are our protagonists. Both are charecters who like games. I imagine Idia having family issues with his cousins constantly playing games with him and Ortho as kids, but Idia always seems to lose to them because the cousins or family members change the rules of the game so that it turns in their favor. They do this for their own amusement and to make themselves feel like winners while Idia and Ortho are always left out of the fun, and called the losers. The Shroud brothers are cast out, only to discover later that they were playing a game that they could never win because it was always rigged against them. And this makes them mad. Idia vows to go above and beyond to be better than them in every way and to win fairly for once. Besides losing against his relatives, what else do you think he lost? Any chance for friends, his brother's life, maybe more. And he is not about to lose anything else ever again.

He works and studies hard and in the end he ends up winning, but also going a little bit to high at the same time. He maxes out on technically and magical power making him better than his competition, but also putting him in his own class of competition. This makes him feel nervous and unworthy of those who are higher than him, and distant from those beneath him. So he's basically drifting in the space between earth and mars.

If he ends up competing in the tournament, only to discover during, or worse yet, after the tournament that the game was rigged against them again, that they were never going to win anyways again, then the flashbacks would race over him with the speed of a bullet train, and he would snap. Hard.

It would make things worse if Ortho was also there and they both Overblotted together. It would be our first match against two dangerous Overblot victims, and it would be all RSA's fault.

Not only that, but it would send an even more dangerous message to the people than the one RSA sent at the VDC about not needed effort to accomplish your dreams. It would be: In order to succeed, do whatever it takes to win. Remember Kronk's New Groove? Where the little kid cheats so that their team can win that competition? Yeah. We would see the same thing happening here. This is a very dangerous way of thinking because that means that if you're crafty enough, then you can win anything and get whatever you want. Not only that you don't have to work hard, but you can take the easiest way and cheat your way to the top.

And how would that sit with the parents of the mages attending RSA? The school teaching their students, their children, that cheating is the only real way to win? That lying and stealing from those below you is the only way to succeed in life?

"But wouldn't NRC be the most likely school to pull a cheat move in the tournament? Heros don't cheat."

...(*pulls the wallpaper back and peeps a concerned face through*) ..."ARE YOU SURE ABOUT THAT?!"

Because last I recall, I've seen numerous cases where the hero manages to outsmart the bad guy, pull out a trump card to cheat the system and do whatever the heck they want, and get away from the consequences of their actions because they are protagonists who are ment to win from the start. I can think of an example for all three of these, and all examples are from the movies twisted into twisted wonderland.

Aladdin outsmarted Jafar and Jafar turned into a genie and got trapped in a lamp for the rest of time. Alice angered the Queen of Hearts, but managed to escape the consequences of her actions. (Who was right or wrong in these scenarios isn't the point. What they did is.) And Hercules pulled the "I'm a god" trump card out of his back pocket at the last possible second to throw Hades off and get away with Megera's ghost. (This last scenario about Hades losing against a trump card and losing his temper afterwards is a great example of what could happen at the Magift tournament.)

And HOLY COW!!! I thought Crowley was the one who needed an interview about questionable morals, because if RSA was caught cheating against their rivals, who are completely oblivious to the fact that they were being played this entire time for a century, then it would make the students of NRC look like saints compared to their competition.

So wouldn't cheating be a terrible idea? If they got caught the consequences would be dire. But they've been getting away with it for almost a century now.

It's a risk they're willing to take to protect the reputation of their perfect academy.

But does this look perfect to you?

Thanks for reading!!! I stayed up really late to get most of this down sacrificing valuable sleep! Have a great day!!!☺️☺️☺️☺️

Eh... sleep is for the weak, anyways...zzzz.

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riisinaakka-draws · 3 years

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Part 4 of my old Black Sails scraps and doodles from 2016–2021. Not in any particular order.

And of course, please do not steal and repost elsewhere. But if you do get inspired, feel free to make your own interpretations! :D

This post contains chicken on Walrus doodles, lots of touching faces, mustache shenanigans and grooming, inktober plans, surprisingly many parental moments (?) etc.

Under the cut, because this is another very long post!

Old plans for the “chickens on the Walrus” serie (2016) inspired by [THIS] @balloonstand’s post (s4 ideas) where The Walrus crew aquires lots of chickens and here are some scenes I imagined could further happen, lol.

The fluffy chicken and those rubber ones were a hot thing at the time, so I tried to incorporate them somehow xD Also I think only one person “got” my joke of “c*ck between his legs” but I guess it was also because I didn’t really draw a proper rooster... Here the chicken have occupied the cabin and are looking at maps:

Max trying to console Anne while Jack looks, snuggled in a hammock. This was right after the episode 7 of season 4 and I had no idea how things would go - but I wanted them to make amends :) I like this sketch more because the end result (2017) became quite murky and blurry :/ (I think my screen wasn’t calibrated properly, lol)

I drew this in 2016 and I remember how paranoid I was after the series ended (in 2017) because I was so afraid that some anti-silver people would be mad if they stumbled on this and didn’t read the caption properly and somehow took this like I was trying to replace Thomas (yeah I know I was overthinking things wayyy too much but things were quite heated after the finale).

But anyway, the sad hidden truth is that the ref for this was the moment when Flint is grieving Mr Gates in s1 and holding his body... and I drew this because I was just wishing there would be at least a hug in season 4 (because who else would be there to hug Flint now that Miranda was gone too? Well now we know!). Still wish there had been also a silverflint hug...

Now moving on!

“That’s my wee lad, Gimli.” (2017) This is one of the early drafts for Woodes Rogers and captain Berringer. Idk why, but I laughed when he was looking at that locket in the show and it reminded me of the Hobbit movie scene with Legolas and Glóin... Woodes regrets asking about the locket, lol. This was around the same time as the MaxAnneJack+hammock, because the lantern is very similar here. And I was drawing these right after the episodes.

Next, the grooming shop at the Nassau’s market (2019):

as you can see, the original sketch was mirrored. Another one, thinking about the values and adding Anne:

There were other versions too. One where Flint is twirling Thomas’ (?) new mustache and one where Flint is playing with Silver’s hair/mustache while they are in bed, one with Jack and his mustache and one where the Brothel Blackbeard, Silver (still clean faced bb) and Max have fun after the orgy with fake mustaches made of their long dark curly hair and Jack stumbles on them (shocked, when he wasn’t asked to join) - but the timelines were all over the place and one art was enough, lol. Although this idea grew into another piece with Flint, Thomas and Silver but I have not finished it yet.

This is original plan I had for the Abigail and Miranda piece (2018):

The ref was from the show but for some reason I ended up changing quite a lot. Although I like the colours and the ship in this one a bit more than the final result.

I just realised that this post has a lot of touching people’s faces! xD

As does this one too, lol. (finally posted the finished art in 2021)

The original working title was “PinkyChair” because the idea was that Flint was tied to the chair and Silver was teasing him, but Flint still managed to touch with his pinky, lol.

The parallels, lol ~ This is just a sketch with no further development. It had something to do with the funny pose when 1) Flint is fighting Teach on the beach and falls on his back, leg kicked straight up 2) and what if Silver used his peg leg as an extra blade when he and Flint were training.

Next, some plans for inktober 2017. I was planning to draw Anne and was trying to figure out which prompt would fit. I brainstormed almost all the prompts so I wouldn’t have to spend time thinking about them daily during the month, but never really got into it after all.

Some ideas I did use later, tho, like the De Groot and “SCREECH”:

Same batch, prompt “TRAIL” (Dooley and Flint carrying the treasure chest and Silver, Israel and company going after them).

The next sketch is quite old (and never continued) and had something to do with the interview where Toby talked about eating his kids candies secretly or something? and how hard he found lying to his mom about things? I don’t quite remember anymore. But of course here’s a combination of Captain Flint and his mom, the dowager from Downton Abbey, heh.

Thank you for checking this out and I hope you had fun! <3

#black sails #black sails doodles #tag for Block Spoils doodles #<- if you want to black list #random sketches and wips from the past years

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mortedeveles · 4 years

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Perfectionist

SUMMARY: You had been caught up with your art for so long that you forgot about your school duties...but fortunately, your crush and friend Izuku Midoriya comes over to lend you a hand.

TW: nothing tbh? cursing and a bit of suggestive content?

Genre: fluff, humor? just pining in general

Pairing: Izuku Midoriya x artist!gn!reader.

a/n-please read: i’ve noticed that my activity of likes and reblogs on my content has lowered recently. is there anything you guys would like me to write in particular? please let me know ^^ (i already published an aizawa oneshot and will be doing one for shigaraki later on.) as always, please leave a like, reblog, comment and/or follow me if you enjoyed! xx

If you could describe your art in one word, you'd choose the word perfectionist. It wasn't like you liked being a perfectionist, but that's just how you were.

While some artists worked for recognition, fame, and others simply enjoyed making art, your case was... a little bit different.

When you did art, you strived for excellence. Perfect. Not one mistake. A smudge of dirt? Unproportional objects? It looks terrible. Think you can do better? You have to make it perfect. That didn't mean you did art out of obligation. It was your favorite hobby, but your perfectionist tendencies with your art knew no limits.

Though, you really wished that the perfectionist tendencies you had with your art would translate into your daily routine. Because outside of your art, you were a fucking mess.

You weren't the tidiest person, and your parents had given you hell because of that in your childhood. While you were responsible and kept your word, there were other instances where things slipped from your mind and you felt like the biggest, useless idiot in the world.

Today was one of those days. After a tiring school day from U.A, you retreated into your dorms, determined to spend the rest of your free time into your art.

You had rolled out your mixed media notebook, opened your soft pastel package and opened your laptop with a compile of several reference images, and got to work.

Your artwork's inspiration was the one and only- Izuku Midoriya-, who happened to be your long term crush and close friend.

His green hair sparked so many ideas and inspiration in your mind, you had to control yourself and pay attention in class and not drift towards his messy hair. His wide and bright green eyes made your stomach twist like an acrobat, making you feel like so flustered that your face would heat up to no end.

You let out a soft laugh and shook your head, deciding to stop all your endless thoughts of Izuku. It was time to focus on your artwork. You were about two hours or three into your work, blending with your finger and smoothing outlines when your phone rang.

A shocked gasp left you when you noticed the caller ID. It was Tsuyu!

''Fuck!'' you cursed. You had forgotten that you were going to help Tsuyu out with a school project! Fuck, fuck, fuck!

''Oh my god Tsu, I'm so sorry-'' you began to apologize quickly, feeling shame and regret bubble in your stomach.

''It's okay, Y/N. Ribbit. Don't worry about it, Uraraka came over and she's helping me out. Though, you should start on that school project Aizawa-sensei gave you,''

Panic began to take over your body as your breathing became heavier and slower.

''Um, y-yeah. You're right. Th-thanks for reminding me, I'll see you tomorrow.'' You quickly ended the call and threw your phone on your bed. Muffling a scream, you began to pull at your hair as you walked in circles in your room.

''Oh my fucking god,'' you breathed. ''Why do I screw everything up?''

You bitterly stared at the incomplete artwork that sat on your desk, Izuku's bright smile staring up at you. You had been drawing Izuku in a sunflower field, but now it seemed that your project would be paused.

Your choice had been based on the thought that Izuku was like a sunflower. He was beautiful, warm, and bright, and he would always face the sun. Determined to reach light and happiness. And where there wasn't any sun, he would reach out to those who surrounded them. Izuku was an inspiration- he would always help those in need, no matter who they were or the consequences he would receive.

A strangled noise of sadness escaped you as you began to close and put away your art supplies. Once your desk was clear, you began to pull out your school materials. You glanced at the time and much to your dismay, it was 9 PM.

It was so late! And you still had to write down that essay that Aizawa had tasked you with- the history and categories of quirks.

''Oh god,'' the words left your lips as a weak whimper. ''How am I supposed to finish this and get some sleep?'' you sighed as you rubbed your temple. ''I guess I'll just pull an all-nighter.''

A defeated sigh left your lips as you began to write the essay, feeling your eyebags become deeper and more pronounced with each hour of sleep that you missed. It wasn't until three hours later that you heard a soft knock on your door. You jumped in your seat but made no noise as you approached your door.

''Who is it?'' you called out warily. Who in their right mind would visit your dorm at midnight?

''Oh, it's me, Izuku, Y/N!'' Izuku's cheerful and soft voice called out.

A bright smile took over your lips as you opened the door. ''Hey Izuku! What brings you to my dorm at midnight?'' you cock an eyebrow at him, smiling at his bashful reaction.

''U-Uh, I just wanted to help you out!'' he stammered. The tip of his ears burned red and you chuckled. ''I thought you might need some help with your essay...?'' he cocked his head to the right and smiled sheepishly.

Eyes widening, you nodded vigorously as you opened the door wider to let him.

''Of course!'' you exclaimed. ''Thank you so much! I was caught up with my shitty artwork, so I totally forgot about the essay,'' you huffed, shaking your head in disapproval.

Izuku offered you a small smile and opened his mouth to intervene, but he was too late since you had already sat down and looked at him expectantly.

''So, I have about a third of the essay done, but I'm not good in this area,'' you scratched the back of your neck sheepishly. ''Do you know about quirks and all that stuff?''

Know about quirks? Izuku nearly scoffed. He was an expert in quirks! His entire life had consisted of writing down notes, rambling like a madman, studying his favorite heroes, and their quirks. Quirks were such an interesting and diverse subject, how could he not know about them?

''Of course!'' he said with a bright smile. ''So we should start with the origin of quirks and that means...'' Izuku continued talking, but the way his eyes shone with passion and how his green curls bounced constantly had you distracted.

How could you focus on what he was saying when the mere sight of him left you speechless?

''-N? Y/N?'' Izuku's confused expression snapped you out of your trance. You straightened your posture as you blinked and nodded several times.

''Huh? Oh, sorry Izuku,'' you smiled awkwardly. ''I got distracted.''

He nodded and continued to explain and this time, you tried your best to listen to his words and not focus on his bright green eyes. They shone like the most beautiful emeralds-

Stop it! you scolded yourself. Focus.

Once Midoriya finished his explanation, you had a decent grip and idea of the subject and the two of you began to compose the essay. Hours flew by as the two of you chattered and wrote down parts and bits of the essay in your notebook.

''Okay!'' you exclaimed. ''I think we have everything covered...now I just have to glue it all together and make it cleaner...'' your voice trailed off. Staying up late drained the energy out of you, and you could feel your eyelids drooping.

''Y/N?'' Izuku cautiously reached out his hand and tapped you on the shoulder. ''Are you feeling okay?''

You coughed awkwardly as you nodded and began to write down the essay quickly, despite the lack of energy in your body. You refused to meet Izuku's gaze.

''Yeah!'' your voice was unnaturally squeaky. ''I'm just a bit tired, but I'll get this done quickly.'' you offered him a quick smile before returning your gaze to the paper.

Midoriya nodded and stayed at your side as you wrote down the essay, much to your dismay. Now that the two of you were quiet, you became painfully aware of how close Izuku was. Your arms brushed against each other and his warm breath hit the side of your neck. You slightly squirmed in your seat. His breath made you ticklish.

The last thing you remember from that night is writing the essay but the more you wrote, the tired you felt and before you realized, you had fallen asleep on Izuku's shoulder.

The boy frowned when he noticed you had stopped writing only to realize that you had fallen asleep against him. His face reddened and his heart sped up. You were so...so...close to him!

Your body was so warm. With a shaky breath, he inched forward and made sure to not wake you up. Izuku figured that you had worn yourself out today, so he decided that he would finish your essay. He spent another hour sitting next to you, trying his best to replicate your handwriting and carefully choose his words to finish the essay.

Once he was done, Midoriya slumped back as his body relaxed. He carefully maneuvered around you and picked you up. Once he had laid you on your bed, he quickly turned off the lights and ran out of your room. It took him a lot of courage and strength to carry you and now his face was beet red. Izuku sighed loudly as he speedwalk towards his dorm. Your perfume was all over him and now he couldn't think of anything but you!

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When your phone began to ring with your alarm, the first thing that you noticed is that you were in...your bed?

You groaned as you tried to collect your memories from yesterday. Midoriya was the first thing that came to your mind and a smile tugged at your lips.

The essay! You jumped out of bed and stared at the piece of paper on your desk, only to find it complete? Your eyes widened as you stared at the details of the handwriting. Midoriya must've finished it! you thought as you shoved it inside your backpack.

''Oh man...'' you mumbled as you raced around in your room, preparing to head out for class. ''I have to thank Midoriya for this! He's so thoughtful...''

You raced out of your dorm and picked up your speed when you noticed that nearly everyone had already left for class. Once you reached the U. A building and spotted a familiar green-haired boy, you raced towards him and wrapped him in a tight hug.

''Hey, Izuku! Sorry for dashing in like this, but thank you so, so much for this! I owe you one!'' you continued to blabber and once you finished, you pressed a soft and tender kiss on Izuku's freckled cheek.

You pulled away with a wide smile. Izuku's jaw had dropped open and he could only stare in you in shock as his entire face bloomed bright red.

''Oh! I'm sorry! Did I make you uncomfortable?'' you mumbled. You wrung your hands together and lowered your gaze to the ground. You felt your once ecstatic heart drop to your stomach.

''No! No, no that's not it Y/N!'' Izuku's voice was squeakier than usual and you raised your head with a frown. ''Um, I'm very glad,'' he smiled softly.

''Could you um...'' he scratched his head and lowered his eyes to the ground.

''Could you make it up to me with a-a da-da...'' he stammered several times. You grinned and tilted your head to the side.

''Do you mean a date?'' your grin grew wider when you saw his bashful expression.

''Yeah...'' he mumbled.

You giggled happily and pressed a kiss on his cheek. Izuku's eyes widened and you could sense the waves of heat from his face.

''I'll be glad to go on a date with you, Izuku.''

i hope you guys enjoyed!! have a good day!

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crimsonbluemoon · 4 years

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6, 3, 7 H2OVanoss! You know me heh ( •ॢᴗ•ॢ⋈)

Ahhh Owlbun! So I hope this fits the perimeters of a cute-meet cause I don’t know if it does but I think it does? Idk, its cute, please enjoy this mess of a story. >.> It’s a diff style than I normally do, but….hope it works out!

AU: Coffee shopTrope: Meet cutePrompt: “You had no idea, did you?”

Pairing: H2O Vanoss

If Evan was being honest, he hadn’t expected the chalkboard wall at his coffee shop to make much of a difference. The Owl Cafe was a staple in the community, and he had an okay group of regulars that liked to come in and check out his new blends on the daily. There were ones he knew by name, like the 6 year old girl Momo who loved Brian’s hot chocolate, or the late-night writer Kryoz who always seemed to appear when the place was deserted. Some regulars he didn’t catch names for, so he titled them as he saw fit; Runner man, vlogger teen, cute sweatshirt guy. All had their place in his cafe, which was steady in its sales. He wasn’t rolling in cash, but it was enough to pay Brock and Brian, so he felt that he was doing alright.

The chalkboard had been something of a whim. A friend when he was younger had a wall in his bedroom with chalkboard paint that Evan had always enjoyed drawing on before bed. When he’d bought the cafe two years ago, he hadn’t really remembered the fun times he had scribbling across the bedroom wall. He was too focused on payments and attracting customers to stroll down memory lane. That had changed three months ago when bumping into Lui, the two speaking about their times as a child. The wall came up, of course, and Evan couldn’t let the memory go for days after. Lots of his customers had children, and college kids were always quick to bore when waiting for coffee. So one night, after a really good week at the shop, Evan went out and bought the paint in order to make his wall next to the waiting area a drawing board.

The result was amazing; people loved coming by and adding their own doodles to the wall, filling it with different styles of art or funny sayings. There were always the punks who tried to draw dicks or write derogatory marks, but street justice tended to stop the crimes far quicker than Evan or his friends picked up on them. Evan enjoyed looking at the board at the end of the night, seeing what secrets it held from the customers he served. He tried to guess who drew what, or where each blurb of inspiration writing came from. Was the struggling mother of three the one who drew the calm beach? Did the preppy college girl express her darker thoughts in the corner of the board? Or was that old couple who shared a coffee really sweet enough to write their 70th anniversary with a heart around it? All of the pieces of the board was a collection of minds, hearts, and souls, and the nights didn’t feel complete for the shop owner without gazing at them in appreciation.

His favorite part was the confessions; like an anonymous message board, people left words of secrecy every day. Evan felt it was a safe way for customers to express themselves without having to reveal their identity, and so far he hadn’t gotten any confessions that worried him. Brock always enjoyed reading the romantic ones where someone would claim their love for a friend, an ex, or a person they could never have. Brian’s favorites were the weird claims; he made Evan keep the ‘I like smelling feet’ confession up for three days. Evan couldn’t really say he had a type he sought out, because all of them were fun to read. If anything, he liked taking in the handwriting of the confessions, seeing whose were quaking with fear or more broad with confidence that only anonymity provided.

It was nearly two months into owning the board that a message caught his eye; it didn’t have much color or outlandish design to it, so Evan wasn’t sure why it stuck out to him so much. But the writing just…looked different. Friendly. A little messy but with long enough strokes to show some care went into it. The words only took up a small part of the board.

I come here every day because I think the owner is nice. And maybe cute? I wanted to ask for his name, but I’m too nervous.

Evan blinked in surprise, feeling his face heat up when he read it again. Someone…confessed about him? It was sort of risky, since this was his shop and he could have checked in on the board at any time, but it was also endearing. Someone was too shy to approach Evan, but felt strong enough about him to confess on his wall? He read the line two more times while he cleaned off every other drawing and confession, leaving the words in the middle of the board. Slowly, his eyes dropped down to the basket of chalk at the bottom of the wall, fingers twitching by his side. Despite having it for months, he’d never actually written on it. He left designing the morning greeting to Brock, as he was the artistic one of the three. But now…

He kept the confession where it was, drawing a little circle around it with the red chalk. Then, with block letters bright enough to catch any returning customer’s attention, he wrote out a simple reply.

It’s Evan. Nice to meet you.

He didn’t think about the teasing Brian would rain on him, or how unlikely it was for him to get a response. The confessions were meant to be anonymous, not openers for conversation. So sure that his words would be left unanswered, Evan didn’t look once at the board the following day, trying to keep focused on making his customer’s happy. Any time he wasn’t working, he rushed into the back, trying to stay occupied so he didn’t stare at the wall. The day dragged on forever, but when the final customer was out the door, Evan nearly fell flat on his face vaulting over the counter to move to the board.

“Desperate much, buddy?” Brian’s shout from across the shop went ignored when Evan scanned the wall, looking for any sign of a response. At first, the words around the response were disheartening; nothing connected to what he’d said. The drawings were still cute, and he wanted to read the confessions, but his heart slightly dropped at the sight. Had he scared off the anonymous messenger? He felt his frown start to capture his lips, but then his eye picked up on something. A blue circle had been wrapped around Evan’s words, and a line of chalk was drawn to the left of the board. Curious, his eyes tracked the line. Like thread in a maze, Evan was led to a familiar handwriting.

Your name fits you! I’m…Jonathan. Is that okay?

“Jonathan.” He rolled the name around in his mouth, his smile small when he finished. He knew instantly what his new secret penpal was asking, and he found the red chalk from before in order to scribble out his answer.

That’s totally okay. I bet your name fits you, too, though I’m not sure who you are. Care to give me a hint?

And for the next two weeks, the hints poured out.

I like to wear blue a lot. Luke says it matches my eyes. But I think yours are prettier.

Evan counted seventy three customers with blue eyes who wore blue that day, but it did little to limit his search.

I saw you drop that lady’s coffee on purpose. She deserved it for treating Brock like that. You’re a really good boss.

The incident had been in the morning around rush hour, which probably meant his penpal was at least his age.

You only wear hats when you clean the mocha machine; it really looks good on you.

Except this was something he did at night, so maybe he had different shifts throughout the week?

Whenever little Momo comes in, you always give her the best smile. Sometimes I wish you’d smile at me like that.

Evan’s face hurt from how many smiles he gave out that day, but there had been nobody who hinted at knowing why he’d been grinning so much.

You’re so beautiful. I really want to ask you on a date.

Evan’s face flush red for the rest of the night.

After the days of trying to piece together just who ‘Jonathan’ was, Evan was almost ready to throw in the towel. The little banter between them was fun, and peeks of Jonathan’s personality came out with doodles or smilies at the end of his sentences. He mentioned his friends, his dog, and if Evan closed his eyes, he could almost make out a voice to the words. Everything just felt so familiar about this guy, like he was already seated comfortably in Evan’s life. But he just couldn’t come up with a name, or anything to sink his teeth into.

So, with a shot of courage (Brian may have supplied the alcohol) and nothing to lose, Evan wrote out one final message.

Anything but coffee, and I’ll say yes.

Evan tried not to look at the board, just like the first day, hoping he wouldn’t scare away his crush by staring the wall down. Brock and Brian helped distract him, jokingly picking out old men and toddlers as ‘his secret admirer’ before laughing at the outlandish suggestions. Evan tried to smile and joke with them, but his shaking hands when giving out the orders always proved how nervous he was. Each time a customer came up to him, his back tensed, wondering if it’d be his penpal. But they never were, always asking for sugar or a bag for their half eaten muffin.

When the last minutes of the day ticked away, and just a few regular souls lingered in the cafe, Evan finally broke. He left Brian and Brock behind the counter to walk up to the wall, hands shoved in the pockets of the apron to hide his twitching fingers. Slowly, his eyes scanned the board, trying to find the blue handwriting he’d grown to adore over the couple weeks he’d gotten to see it. But there was nothing; his crush hadn’t replied.

“I scared him away.” Evan sighed and pressed his head to the chalkboard, eyes closing in defeat. His shoulders slumped down, unable to hide his disappointment. He’d just wanted to know who this guy was, because starting to fall for a chalkboard he technically owned was starting to feel a little creepy-

“Um.” An unsure voice made Evan bite back a groan, trying to keep his composure. Even if he was being ghosted by an anonymous customer, it didn’t mean he could ignore his other ones. Pulling back from the wall, Evan turned to catch sight of a familiar face. Cute sweatshirt guy had been a regular for months, always polite but never one to really engage in much conversation with Evan or the others. He always contributed it to the slight stutter in his speech, which only seemed to come out in longer sentences. It was actually kind of late for cute sweatshirt guy to be at the cafe; he’d bought his coffee close to an hour ago, and though he normally left right after, he’d seemed to linger now. He’d been one of the people who’d come up to Evan, looking like he was going to burst out in a confession, only to ask for creamer.

And sugar.

And a new cup.

…And more creamer.

For a coffee he always drank black.

“Wait.” Evan’s breath hitched in his throat as his eyes widened on the blue gaze nervously watching him, fingers curled into the worn down sweatshirt that was identical in color.

“Yeah, I’m-that was me. Jonathan. Who you were-I’m the guy tha–that, um, fuck. Luke said I should’ve just-but the wall was…was our thing.” Jonathan’s face lit up in color at the confession, the nervous laugh that poured out loud and uncontrolled. It echoed from the emptiness of the cafe, and both men jumped when Brian swore and knocked over a stack of cups in surprise. Tagging that as future Evan’s problem, he turned his attention back to Jonathan, who looked ready to let his sweatshirt swallow him whole. The smile he gave only lifted half his mouth, proving he didn’t feel confident. “You had no idea, did you?”

“None,” Evan admitted, hands pulling out of his apron at the defeated look that sunk over Jonathan.

“Right, that’s- I don’t have to ask you on a date if this isn’t what you…if I’m not who you-”

“Ask me!” Evan cut him off fast, not wanting to let Jonathan feel rejected for a second longer. He rushed forward, snagging hands that tugged the end of torn sleeves to entwine their fingers. Blue eyes widened above him, but Evan refused to let his racing heart of reddened cheeks stop him from repeating his confession from before. “Anything but coffee, and I’ll say yes.”

“Dinner? Can I-would you like to get food with me tomorrow?” Like a puppy, Jonathan’s body perked up at the possibility. Evan laughed before lifting their hands to cup Jonathan’s cheeks. He pushed up onto his toes, feeling the slight intake of his customer’s breath before he answered with a kiss.

But just to be safe, he wrote ‘yes’ on the chalkboard the next morning.

#kihoori #H2O Vanoss #H2O Delirious #VanossGaming #OTP boys #<3 #Crimson drabblez

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stories-i-spin · 3 years

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A Breath of Fresh Air: A Formal Intro

I was recently given an essay prompt that led me to start this very blog.

The purpose of the assignment was to understand myself as a reader and writer; to reflect on my literacy and writing experiences so I can further understand and refine my writing. I began writing my essay about my struggles with writer's block. As I began brainstorming on a Google doc, I started ranting about how frustrating it was for me to write because I was a perfectionist. I then took a step back and asked myself who was I trying to be perfect for and what was “perfect”?

At this moment I felt like writing was simply transactional; I’ll be assigned a prompt, do it to meet my teachers' needs exactly, and repeat. I began writing my essay falling into the same repetitive habit, which was writing “perfect” and “good” to please my teachers. As a young student I recall reading and writing a lot. I would write stories and journals daily which were often encouraged by my teachers and family. In elementary school I felt like my creativity and freedom in writing was nurtured and flourished, and I genuinely enjoyed writing.

As I began middle school, my perspective of writing was forcibly changed from a creative fun outlet, to an academic task I never wanted to do. It went from something I enjoyed to something I only thought about as academically because I was forced. I have always felt like my creativity was inhibited when I wanted to write, even to this day.

I then said, f**k writing about writer's block and what my teachers want me to write about I want to write for myself. When I graduate I want writing to still be a part of my life.

Teachers drilled in my head that good writing was a necessary skill to academic and career success, but they forgot to mention the personal benefits of writing. But first, who is anyone to tell me what good writing is and what isn’t? And who is to tell you? Writing is a form of art and I wish I remembered to continue to harness and capture my creativity and express myself through writing.

Although I do understand the important aspects of writing my teachers failed to teach me the true importance and meaning of writing. My teachers can continue to teach me grammar, mechanics, organization, y'know good writing things but why hasn't a teacher told me about how healing writing can be? Why didn’t they teach me how to take a break and write for myself sometimes?

I felt silenced and I didn’t even realize it. Why do we even write in the first place? How would anyone have motivation to write for someone else always? I silenced my creativity and wrote solely to please others.

Writing this blog feels like a breath of fresh air, a place where I can finally write for myself ( and to anyone who wants to listen). Writing for myself freed me from the pressure to impress. It released me to write what I need to write - good, honest material that will truly impact people. Isn't that the whole point of writing? Here I am making an effort to write for myself for once. Writing for myself allows me to turn off my internal critic and be more sincere in my writing. It unlocks my passions like connecting with people. Writing comes from the heart. But sometimes I lose myself in the craft.

In the whirlwind of essays, research papers, and other writing assignments I lost inspiration, but I learned that my inspiration can be found by writing for myself. If I look at writing in a completely fresh perspective - one where I see writing as a healing activity I realize so many benefits.

Writing for myself made me remember why I love writing.

When I write for myself I am able to...

Improve my mental health. When I reflect on my past, I notice how healing writing has been for me. In my past I have used writing as an outlet for stress. When my dad passed away when I was 16 my mom encouraged me to write about it in my journal to cope through my grief. Being able to write my thoughts and feelings about that experience was the most healing thing I could have done. I would also doodle and journal about my daily life when life seemed chaotic. The fact I felt a sweet release when I was able to write about my feelings and experiences was something that stayed with me to this day.

To document. When I reflect on my past I realize how much my older sister Taryn journaled. She has journals dating back to middle school; she is 28 now and a PE teacher, which has been her dream job since high school. When I see my sister writing, it immediately inspires me. I get inspired because she has her life documented. When she reads her journal she is transported to that time she can read exactly how she was feeling, what she was thinking at the time. Besides photos, I want to be able to document my life like my sister.

As a young adult, I have gone through a lot of things in that past I wish I wrote about. For example, although it isn’t too late, writing about my experiences with the pandemic. Being able to document my experiences throughout the pandemic would be super interesting for myself to reflect on, especially in the future. I also plan on writing about my college experience. Since I am a first-generation college student, I think it would be important for me to reflect on my college experience because no one in my family has.

Moving to Pullman and starting school at Washington State University has changed my life in ways I did not think were possible. I could write a novel so far about my experiences living here and being a part of my sorority.

My fear is that my life passes me by too fast and I don’t have anything to remember the movements by.

One of my favorite and most important things to me is reflect on my life and remember my life. I hope that by starting my blog I will have a place to talk and reflect about my life and connect with others.

I urge everyone to take time and write for yourself for once. It can start anywhere. A piece of paper, a doc, a sticky note. For me I wanted to try a blog! If not a blog, a poem, a novel, a story, a journal, an email, a diary. It’s exercise for the soul to flex and feel and let it all out. Just take a piece of paper, a pencil and write. Get a small notebook and start writing words down. Things you feel, sentences that don't make sense, words that sound cool, your favorite memories.

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daydreamindollie · 4 years

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+idea/teaser ⏤ bts ot7 | seven cursed princes

⇢ hi there :3

⇢ sooo...i have another idea based on yet another manga that I am currently obsessed with

⇢ I recommend you all to check it out, it’s currently on a hiatus for season 2 but after only reading season 1, I’ve been struck with inspiration!

⇢ the manga is called ‘Sincerely: I Became a Duke’s Maid’ by Jooara/Juara

⇢ give it a read, you won’t regret it!

⇢ ANYWAYYYYY!

⇢ lemme give you all a rundown on what I have in mind for my fanfic based on this amazing piece of art!

⇢ be warned, there will be spoilers/hints on the general plot of the manga so if you would like to read the first 45 chapters aka season 1 of the manga first then feel free!

⇢ this 👏🏼 is 👏🏼 going 👏🏼 to 👏🏼 be 👏🏼 a 👏🏼 reincarnation au 👏🏼 people! 👏🏼 - something i never thought i’d play around with in this lifetime but here i am, inspired and ready to write an entire multichapter fic on this

⇢ 👏🏼 LETS 👏🏼 GET 👏🏼 IT!

⇢ to start with, reader is reading a novel about BTS ⏤ all of whom were cursed and, therefore, ridiculed by society despite being a part of the royal bloodline, in fact, they were going to be the crown prince of their kingdom

⇢ note: all of them come from different kingdoms (all of which i do not yet know the names of) that are under massive tension around each other - their relationship with each other isn’t very good, lets just keep it at that, no trust, no solid alliences, no nothing.

⇢ their (bts’s) curse was the only thing that brought the kingdom’s leaders/kings and queens together for only a breif moment

⇢ The princes were born at different times and since the curse was the same for all of them, they were all forced to live in the same secluded mansion deep in the woods, owned by some insignigicant and greedy count/baron (clearly i need to research these terms of heirarchy so ignore me for now)

⇢ after each new prince of a different kingdom was born with the same curse, they were immediately sent away to live in the same unkempt mansion, however, most of them never knew of each other’s existence as no grand welcoming ceremony/party was hosted for their arrival

⇢ lemme give you some details of the curse, this is going to be fairly similar to how the curse affects the host in the manga i read so be warned :

⇢ the curse makes the princes look younger in terms of their body size as they can’t stomach any food ⏤ this stunts their growth and makes them look half their age so jinnie who would be 20 years old at first meeting actually looks like a 10 year old instead

⇢ they have constant bags under their eyes, unhealthy pale skin bc they can bearly walk outside for their daily dose of vitamin D

⇢ one hald of their skin is slowly rotting off corresponding to the side that has the curse marks circling their wrist, kinda like a singular hand cuff

⇢ they are always weak, dizzy and just really really unhealthy, as a result, they can’t ever bring themselves to look in the mirror from how hideous they look ⏤ their appearnce makes the maids and servants vomit

⇢ their eyes are dull and faded in colour because of the lack of nutrients and their hair is spindly thin too

⇢ sometimes, they can’t even drink water and puke it up despite how incredibly thirsty they are

⇢ because they were ostrasised to such an extent, they never knew love or were showed any affection when growing up ⏤ this seemed to make the effect of their curse worse

⇢ not only that but the maids and staff never approached them willingly or treated them well because of how disgusted their appearance made them feel

⇢ this only made our beloved bts princes feel worse about themselves

⇢ an untimely storm, thankfully, was able to give them hope because it made them realise that they weren’t the only people in the world that had the horrible curse inflicted onto them

⇢ the storm forced the count/baron to renovate the mansion as the roof fell through and the princes were sent to another one of his properties where the count’s niece was visiting

⇢ i am naming her Areum, okie? (don’t blame me if your name is Areum, blame on of the many korean birthname websites out there)

⇢ upon seeing the princes, she screams and calls them disgusting monsters, this helps the princes lean on each other for the support and love that they were deprived of since young

⇢ this ultimately leads to them developing an open/poly relationship with one another

⇢ note: poly relationships weren’t uncommon during these times as many royals had concubines and such, it was only uncommon that the partners were all the same gender

⇢ the knowledge of no longer being alone helped them recover from the curse. They also gave and recieved love from each other which vanquished the curse enough so that they grew healthy and finally looked their age

⇢ their recovery was only to an extent however, as they still felt weak and still had the curse marks as well as some rotting skin on areas they were able to easily hide

⇢ eventually, word of their recovery from the curse came out and they were welcomed back into their kingdoms and invited to the annual celebration in worship of the holy beings

⇢ in this celebration, they meet Areum once again, who they had long since forgotten because of their love for each other

⇢ in this meeting, Areum actually acknowledges them as ‘human’ bc their curse wasn’t as bad. she shows them an act of kindness that was never shown to them before so they instantly fall in love with her

⇢ since falling for her, they strieve to win her heart as well but were rejected as she was already engaged to the crown prince

⇢ this crown prince is taehyung’s younger brother, who had ‘replaced’ him because he was cursed and the kingdom still needed an heir to the throne ⏤ this was the same case for all of the princes as they could no longer be the crown prince of their kingdom due to their curse

⇢ when the new crown prince (taehyung’s younger brother) found out that tae was actually his brother all along, he was overjoyed and tried to get close to him but was treated bitterly by tae and the rest of bts bc of Areum

⇢ despite taehyung projecting hate onto his younger brother, his younger brother only admired him and wanted to get to know him as he grew up lonely and craving an older sibling

⇢ bts ended up leading a rebellion in order to win Areum’s heart but their attempts failed and led to their execution

⇢ while reader was reading this novel, she cried and felt only pity and a want to help the fictional cursed princes bc she was able to see how truly sweet they were and reasoned that they deserved so much better than how they were treated

⇢ however, reader knew that she couldn’t do anything as they were just characters in a fictional world

⇢ thankfully, there was a sequel that was published just as reader finished reading the first novel. in this sequel, some type of redemption was given for the accursed princes

⇢ unfortunately, just as she finished the prologue and was midway through reading this first chapter, reader got caught up in an accident (maybe i’ll make it a car accident but that’s too cliche for me so i don’t know...)

⇢ and when reader wakes up she is in bed being nursed by a character from the novel ⏤ the kind hearted chef of the baron/count’s manor who hoped and wished her cooking helped the boys recover somewhat from their curse

⇢ the chef told her that she found her out in the forest in the heavy rain and was about to shout to her when she collapsed

⇢ to thank the chef for saving her life, reader became a maid of the manor as they were fairly understaffed. after stumbling into one of the prince’s rooms she realised that she was reincarnated into the novel

⇢ it was strange though bc she doesn’t remember a maid being called (Y/N) in the novel ⏤ she was possibly a new side character or another insignificant role of the plot...

⇢ that didn’t matter though bc no matter who she was or what she did, she wouldn’t be able to return to her original life as Charlotte the aspiring singer and musician that had yet to make it big

⇢ since she had died as Charlotte in the real, modern world, there’s no way she could ever even think of going back

⇢ instead, she’ll become the best maid and best companion the princes had ever had

⇢ she’ll change their pitiful fate and give them the happy ending they deserve

A/N: NOWWWW THEN! If you’ll all excuse me, I’ve got some major planning to do!

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#i wish this manga plot was my idea #but i gave it a twist of my own #that i'm not revealing here bc i'm planning on making this a fic #bts ot7 x reader #bts poly au #bts prince au #remember the novel's sequel - that's important

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elmidol · 4 years

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Slayer of Monsters (NSFW)

Three Blind Tooke Part Three Death is an Art

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Warnings: death, sex, oral, lightsaber sex, multiple orgasm

Three Blind Tooke

Part Three: Death is an Art

Chapter Fifty-Four: Slayer of Monsters

Haunted by this gift of hate,

From slayer to monster I may become;

But know now that this is fate,

I will find and slay you one by one.

Time during a war had a funny way of either flying past or dragging on. The first night cycle felt as though it lasted an eternity. You had woken numerous times covered in sweat from nightmares. On each of these occasions there was disorientation. The walls were in the wrong place. The chair was unfamiliar, these sheets too soft. As memory resurfaced, a numbness would creep forth. Silence clung to the small space of your quarters, although this was intermittently broken by the air vents or else the sounds of footsteps on the other side of your door. When it was the latter, you tended to hold your breath and wait for them to pass. Once, the footsteps had paused. You waited for someone to steal inside and try to take your life. No one did. Slipping back into a state of unconsciousness, the process would begin anew.

The second cycle and its night transpired more quickly. Urvno visited you to draw blood and check your vitals. You endured his examination without a word. There was a kindness to his mannerisms that you remembered from before. He had somehow grown to care for you. You imagined that your absence from his life for that stretch of time you were with the Resistance had influenced his feelings. Absence made the heart grow fonder; not that he loved you. Surely not.

Four cycles went by during which time you did not see hide nor hair of Kylo Ren. The guard posted outside your door never once entered. The amulet remained in your drawer. As for meals, those were delivered to you by droid. The majority of them were ration bars and water, which for some reason gave you a sense of comfort. These were more in line with what you had consumed during your time with the Resistance. It offered you a sense of normalcy that had not existed when you had been a captive of the First Order. You did not ask to see the Supreme Leader until the night of that fourth cycle. He came within the hour, at which point your dinner was delivered.

The lights in the room were on the dimmest setting. He raised the brightness one level, which allowed you to see his eyes. They were two different colors. The right was their normal brown, and the left retained that amber hue. Both of them were dull. You squinted to better inspect them. Observed him tilt his head to the side and narrow his gaze in return.

“How’s your sight?”

“That’s not why you called me here.” It was not, this was true. It did not mean that you had no desire to hear his answer. You held your tongue until he humored you. “It wavers. Sometimes there are only shadows.”

He did not sound angered by this fact, nor saddened. Kylo had accepted the possibility that he would again lose his vision, and how quickly he had done so made you question his motivations behind searching for a means of restoring it. He had mentioned that the war had more layers than you were aware of. Now that you had witnessed the First Order’s new ships, you knew this to be true. They would not have hidden such a powerful weapon when it could crush the remnants of the Resistance otherwise. The Order of Ren would have made it a priority to steal these weapons away from the First Order when they first splintered away.

You picked up the tray of food that the droid had brought in then watched the droid leave while setting the tray on the edge of the bed next to you. Your hand went to the piece of bread that was on the tray. It was fresh, warm to the touch. You cupped it, set it against your lips without opening your mouth to take a bite. By doing this you were able to inhale its scent. Baked bread, not some ration. You looked at Kylo, well aware that this was his doing. It had you on your guard, waiting for the news that Luke Skywalker had passed away.

“He is one with the Force now,” he said, reading you as well as he ever had. “There is no peace.”

It sounded like something a Sith would say. It equally sounded like something someone who no longer believed in hope might say. You could understand the words, the feeling, on a visceral level. Dropping your hand, you stared at the bread and listened to the silence of the room. It was quickly interrupted by his sigh. One of his gloved hands enveloped yours, urging your limb upwards until you obeyed the nonverbal command that you eat. You nibbled the very edge of the bread. It was not dry, yet still you found yourself thirsty. You reached for the bottle that was on the tray and used your teeth to unscrew its lid. The lid was connected to the bottle by a short chain. When you released it from your mouth, it tapped against the side of the bottle. You took a drink then a second before you ate a proper bite of the bread.

While you chewed, you extended your arm to set the food in front of Kylo’s face. He pulled back for half a second before allowing you to place it at his mouth. A moment of trust between the two of you. An acceptance of the change in your relationship. You were at a point where you could sit beside him and not feel so small. You felt that he viewed you as more of an equal. You felt like his wife.

Once upon a time you had grabbed Hux’s hand to remain away from Kylo Ren. What a fool you had been, you thought.

“You wish to make the recording for your mother.” You nodded in response to his question. It had taken you much consideration to decide what it was that you were going to say to her. First and foremost you wanted your mother to know that you loved her and that you understood if she was angry that you had left.

Kylo withdrew a recording device from a pouch attached to his belt. You set aside the bread, took another drink, and started the recording. The words slipped more easily from you than you had believed they would. Part of this was due to not having to face her. If this had been some face to face transmission, you would have broken down. Would have stared at the ground while you spoke, while she spoke. As it was, you focused on saying what you could. There were no lies. You did not apologize for leaving, not once. That would be a lie, you had realized a day before. You felt no regret for placing yourself in a position to avenge the planet of your birth and all those who had died as a result of Phasma’s demise.

When you had said all that you had wanted to, you reached forward and shut down the device. Kylo pocketed it again, but did not leave your quarters. “Our spies within the First Order have discovered the suppliers of the ysalamir.” His words caught you off guard. You had not known that the Order of Ren had even a single spy in such a position. Then again, it made perfect sense. On the other hand, it brought to light that the First Order might have a spy in the Order of Ren. “Hux has more at his disposal. That will not stop you.” Kylo gestured towards the tray, specifically the protein thereupon, with a hand. “Your body, on the other hand…”

It did not bother you that he mentioned the struggles you faced on a daily basis with your weakened body. You had to take better care of yourself, as you had been doing these past four days. More than that.

“Am I allowed to use the training area?”

The Supreme Leader of the Order of Ren considered the request before he offered a reply. “In time. Placing a weapon in your hand again involves a level of trust that you are slowly earning. Those that would be present would not trust you. One move, they would take your life.” He did not have to explicitly state that he was speaking of the Knights of Ren for you to know their identity. You exhaled through your nose, shaking your head in frustration over these admittedly logical precautions that were being taken.

You consumed the remainder of your meal, drained the bottle of water, and went into the refresher for a stretch of five minutes. During this time you opened the drawer to check that the amulet remained. In spare moments, you still worked through various methods of destroying it. At the first chance you had with a weapon, you intended to see what damage you could do. The tray and Kylo Ren were also where you had left them. You paused in the doorway that connected the two rooms and met the man’s stare.

There was an unspoken understanding between the two of you that led you towards him. Kylo rose to his feet. He placed his hand in the correct position for the dance that had been shared more than once in the past. The back of your hand met his. As you began to move in the first steps of the dance, you listened to him speak of Finn and Rey. Mentions of the stormtroopers that had deserted the Order of Ren on the stolen transport made you falter. They were all welcome to return. His words in regards to what he hoped to achieve, his ideologies, were no longer some mirror reflection of the First Order. Where once you had heard bitterness and hatred towards Finn, now there was more than mere intrigue. There was respect. Finn had become more of a focus than Rey in some regards in that Finn had broken away from brainwashing since childhood due to his sensitivity in the Force.

“He required no assistance from some Master or old relic.”

It truly was amazing what some people were capable of, you marveled. Finn was one of your inspirations. That was another area that you felt guilt over, having left the man when you knew he wanted to stand together with you against the First Order. You could have trusted Finn to not hold you back. In some ways you liked to think that you would have stepped aside to allow him the chance to kill Armitage Hux if the situation allowed for it. He was one of the few that you felt this way about.

The other individual for whom you would step aside for was the man that you were dancing with. You asked him at long last why he had sought a means for restoring his eyesight. Kylo did not answer your question immediately. He led you in another step of the dance. Next he broke away, withdrawing his hand from yours and walking behind you. You started to twist to follow him, however he used the Force to keep you there. Invisible hands walked their fingers along your thighs. Kylo’s voice was calm as he began to speak. The artifact was one that had interested him even when Snoke had been alive. Its location had only more recently been revealed. Even then it was not one he had intended to actively pursue. The sound of your laughter with Finn had changed that. It felt like a hand wrapped around your heart and squeezed at his words. This was not the Force; that remained on your legs and shifting closer and closer to the apex of your thighs. You hung your head. Panted and closed your eyes to try to gather yourself.

He was far too skilled at unravelling you for your attempts to meet with success. Just as he was using the Force to toy with you, so too was he using it to keep you from collapsing to your knees.

Luke Skywalker had perished and here you were with his nephew, the cause of his downfall and quicker demise, finding pleasure in the hands of a Resistance enemy. You might have laughed at that had not a moan spilled from you instead. No longer did you want to be objectified by the hands that touched you. At one point sex, for you, had been nothing more than an alternative to fighting. On rare occasions it had been a means for comfort. Sometimes it had been both. Now? You thought of the dead and remembered death, remembered dying. You wanted to feel alive. This man that had murdered so many of your allies, you wanted him to touch you and anchor you to life.

The Force on your legs multiplied, slamming you to your knees. Your eyes snapped open and you stared at Kylo. He stepped nearer to you. His footfalls even, sluggish, dragged out motions that caused your chest to rise and fall more heavily. Your pupils dilated. Despite his wavering eyesight, he clearly saw your expression. Kylo gave a predatory grin. He lifted his hand where you could see it. Twisted his wrist, curled three fingers. The invisible pressure delved between your outer lips and toyed with the sensitive flesh therein. A plea from you, beginning for him to give you more.

You wanted him inside of you; his body and all the power that he represented. You wanted to kill with him, kill Armitage Hux and fuck in the pooling blood that spilled from his corpse. Your mind flashed to the furnace wherein your allies had burned, where you had almost burned, as the heat within you intensified. You ran a tongue over your lips to wet them and then pleaded for Kylo again. He used his free hand to touch the front of his pants. He pawed at himself. Your thoughts flashed to the woods, to the memory of how his cock had felt in your mouth that first time. There was no resentment in that memory, simply a familiarity. You opened your mouth without him having to ask or demand or use the Force.

A soft swear of delight left him. Kylo pushed open his clothing as he arrived in front of you. You drank in the sight of his erection, the thickness making you run your tongue along the roof of your mouth. You slipped out your tongue, reaching for the head of his cock with it. He was so close, but far away enough that you could not make contact. Kylo wrapped his hand around his cock and began to pump himself at a leisurely pace. “You can’t stop looking at it.” You nodded in admission. “Would you like it?”

“Please.” Another stroke, his wrist twisting and the leather glove sliding up and down his length. “I want you and all the power you’re offering. I want… I want to touch you.”

Those in the Resistance would have looked at you with the disgust you had seen in their gazes after you had returned from being the First Order’s prisoner. It was not that you had stopped being Resistance; they had started to pull away, with the exception of the individuals you would never betray. It did not begrudge you to beg for him as you were. The more time that you spent in the Order of Ren, isolated though you had been, the more you had come to terms with the fact that you had been turned into a random, meaningless pawn by returning to the Resistance. Everything that Kylo Ren had told you would happen had. No more.

“I need you…” He was a part of you. The worst part. The best part. You tilted back your head as Kylo waggled those three fingers back and forth, pleasuring you with the Force. It undulated against your entrance then wormed up towards your clitoris. Your vaginal walls gripped at the emptiness between your legs. “Kylo.” You shuddered, your jaw falling slack as he repeated the gesture, this time more quickly. It felt rougher, more exact.

Kylo shifted forward, thrusting himself into your open mouth and grabbing hold of the back of your head with the hand that was now free. You gagged initially as his cock hit the back of your throat, and then you moaned while pressing upwards with your tongue to better feel the sensitive underside of his erection. The pressure between your legs, the invisible one at least, faded away. Kylo placed his hands on either side of your head and began to thrust in and out of your mouth. Saliva dribbled past your lips with each thrust. You whimpered as best you could as his cock stretched your jaw. Tears gathered in the corners of your eyes, started to fall down your cheeks. You tried breathing through your nose only to inhale his smell with each and every roll of his hips.

The next thing you knew, you were shoved backwards, your head almost hitting the floor. His hands slipped underneath your head before that could happen. He was faster than you remembered him being. Another benefit of the amulet? You stared with wide eyes into his. Kylo clawed at your bottoms, forcing them down your hips and out of his way. His legs spread between your thighs until you were at the angle that he wanted. Using one hand to keep his balance, Kylo looked down at your nakedness and started to fuck into his hand. You shyly slid one of your hands down your stomach, three fingers finding your clitoris. The hungry look in his eyes intensified, and he bared his teeth. So feral, you thought.

Your fingers slipped down again until they were coated in your juices, which you noisily dragged up and used to toy with your clit. “This is what you do to me,” you whispered, your voice shaking as you spoke though you wished it hadn’t. He had something similar to you what felt like ages ago; at the time, you had hated the words. Kylo did not share that disgust. On the contrary, it made him swear again then groan as he ejaculated. His cum spilled on your cunt and stomach. You kept your fingers moving until you came as well.

Kylo unclipped the lightsaber hilt from his belt. You chewed on your bottom lip when he started to gently work it into you. It was thick, filling you beyond what you would have sworn your limits were if it weren’t for the fact that you had taken the lightsaber before. You had taken his fist before. Your legs were shaking. Your breaths coming out in quick pants that were punctuated by nonsensical noises and his name. Kylo started to withdraw it, pushed it into you again. You arched your back, toes scrambling against the floor. It did not hurt, but it did not feel good either. Not until he rotated it in unison with stroking your clit.

“Oh!” You broke off into a chant of his name. The various edges of the lightsaber hilt did not cut into you. They stroked your inner walls, every sensitive surface. The hard metal casing. The coated wire.

“Cum for me again,” Kylo said softly, deeply. “Cum for me, and we will destroy the amulet together.” He needn’t have spoken at all. His actions were enough to bring you over the edge. It was his words, however, that did have you screaming as you came for a second time.

Your lungs were burning as you worked to recover. You greedily gulped at air, swallowed, blinked, tried to get the room to stop spinning. The darkness played at the edges of your vision. You shot out a fumbling hand to try to touch something, anything at all. Smooth, cool leather wrapped around your searching limb. You entwined your fingers with his.

“Is it where you left it?” You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak just yet because you were only then remembering how to properly breathe. Kylo tugged his hand out of yours. You placed both of your hands over your heart, thumbs toying with the tattoos as they were wont to do. It was only when Kylo Ren returned with the amulet in his grasp that you recovered enough to sit up. You tugged your clothes back on, never once taking your eyes off of the Sith artifact.

Kylo extended the hand that held the lightsaber. You reached out with both of yours to take the weapon that had once been a source of nightmares. Now you wielded it with a certainty that it would not be used against you, not by him. Kylo’s eyes were more brown now, which you noticed once the lightsaber was activated and red played along the room. Your gaze locked with his. He tossed the amulet into the air, ducking to avoid the lightsaber as it arced to slam into and slice through the Sith artifact. The redness intensified, a loud, bloodcurdling scream ripping from the destroyed jewelry.

You looked quickly at Kylo’s face. He was straightening and looking at you as well. It was now as you watched him that you appreciated the extent of Luke Skywalker’s final sacrifice. Your hero had not stopped you from joining Kylo Ren though he must have known what it meant for you. It had been his nephew that he had focused on. Keeping what remained of him as whole as possible. Those eyes would never be the same as they had been before, yet they were more brown again. They were also no longer glazed over in the least. Master Skywalker did not want his nephew blinded to what his actions did to the galaxy. The First Order would aim to enslave the entire galaxy; the Resistance was fighting to save it; and the Order of Ren was something between.

Deactivating the lightsaber, you cradled the weapon’s hilt in both of your hands while staring down at it. “I need your power to kill him.” All those times, you’re mine tooke. Now you were. You lifted your chin. “I will not destroy the Resistance. I believe in them. I will destroy the First Order. Let me hunt those monsters, let me slay them.”

You would devour them, and you would enjoy it.

#kylo ren x reader #kylo x reader #kylo ren smut #kylo ren imagine #three blind tooke #elmidolfanfic #death is an art

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permets-tu-not-permettez-vous · 5 years

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Awake My Soul

Chapter 1: Midnight

Enjolras was lucky he had a backbone of steel or he would never have made it as a concert pianist. Or rather, it was more likely that this backbone of steel is precisely the reason he was one of the foremost concert pianists in the world. That and his stubbornness, which was almost as well-known as his deft and light touch on the keys, especially among conductors. The days were long, the hours grueling, and often the last thing that Enjolras wanted to do was sit on that cushioned stool that knew him so well and make music once more. And today, standing in his crisp freshly dry-cleaned suit, he dreaded the performance that was to start. He could hear the crowd buzzing outside, and as he peeked out from behind the curtain, he saw a large mass of people mingling through the red cushioned seats, talking and laughing. Probably trying to impress each other with how many composers they could critique without ever having touched an instrument, Enjolras thought cynically. It wasn’t that he was nervous. Enjolras was never nervous, and certainly not about playing the piano. It was that the thought of having to socialize with people after the performance, people who were all scraping to impress him by speaking abstract music theory, making him want to tear his hair out. It hadn’t always been this way. When he was young and had first discovered that he had a talent for producing emotion out of so many gleaming keys, he had been overjoyed. He spent hours in front of them, losing himself in music. He hadn’t ever looked at practicing as a chore; he had always loved those hours he had to himself, stroking those smooth ivory keys. He hadn’t really considered becoming a professional pianist until his eighth grade piano teacher Mabeuf had encouraged him to think about it, to go on tour and do various performances, to work with his local symphony. It had been hard, but it hadn’t been a struggle. Anyone who heard Enjolras play could tell he had a natural talent, and there was no question of them wanting to continue his path. His difficulties did not stem from piano playing; they stemmed from the culture surrounding the piano. From his youth, to his inexperience, to his penchant for picking eccentric composers to perform, the music world was shaken up by Enjolras’ refusal to stick to convention. This event was one that had been unavoidably cliché. He was doing a short Christmas tour performing Tchaikovsky’s Nutcracker, accompanied by symphonies dotted throughout the country, and even the world. Tonight he was in Paris. Enjolras would complain more, but he had to admit that though The Nutcracker was too commodified for the time of Christmas, he truly and sincerely loved Tchaikovsky’s genius. Now there was a man who didn’t give a rat’s ass about the “rules” of classical music and composed primarily from his human experience in order to make some of the most incredibly moving and evocative music ever played. So though Enjolras loved Tchaikovsky, he just hated that every Christmas the classical world trotted out the tired Nutcracker and then put it back in its box to gather dust until the next winter. Tchaikovsky had written such transformative music, and he was remembered for a toy that came to life to visit a Sugar Plum Fairy. He was such a brilliant three dimensional person, and the consumerism of art had made him two dimensional, flat, and worn-out. He shook himself. He needed to get out of this headspace before the concert. He always didn’t play as well when he was in his head. He checked his watch. Soon he’d be stepping out on the stage, and seating himself before an expensive piano as the entire room filled with costly clothes and extravagant jewelry held their breath in anticipation. He headed back to the dressing room. On nights like this, he wished Joly hadn’t made him quit smoking.

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The afterparty was about as dull as Enjolras had expected. For a blessed two hours he had practically forgotten the audience was there and immersed himself in Tchaikovsky’s bold chords and tender melodies, only resurfacing at the thunderous and yet politely refined applause that followed his final piece. Then it had been back to the reality of old white people who were bowing and scraping and using large words to impress him. That wasn’t even the worst. Enjolras detested those who knew nothing about music giving overly loud commentary on music that they had clearly read from the Le Monde or some other critique because it was incongruent with what they thought or said. This party had all of his least favorite things, people who wanted him to meet old friends, who asked him about his inspiration, who probed his opinion on the “death of appreciation of the fine arts that is currently occurring.” When Enjolras saw Combeferre from across the room, he almost melted in relief at a familiar face. He excused himself politely from his insipid conversation and made a beeline towards Combeferre, who was speaking with one of the cellists in Paris’s orchestra. Seeing Enjolras coming his way, he also disentangled himself from his conversation and met him halfway, champagne flute clutched elegantly between his fingers. “Thank God you’re here,” Enjolras breathed, feeling the anxiety in his chest loosen at just the sight of his face - calm brown eyes framed by neat horn-rimmed glasses, smile lines beginning to form at the corners of his mouth.

“That bad tonight?” Combeferre inquired coolly, taking a neat swig from his champagne flute in a way that looked elegant but conveyed to Enjolras that he too was tired of the elitism and racism that he had faced that night. “I’ve had several people look away and clear their throats or straight up leave every time I even allude to the fact that Tchaikovsky was gay.” “I see. Pretty bad, then.” “I need to get out of here,” Enjolras said, more to himself than Combeferre. “Want to go catch a drink at some hole in the wall bar where no one knows shit about classical music?” Combeferre quirked his brow. Enjolras calculated quickly - he had definitely spent enough time at this party to argue that he hadn’t skived it off. “Give me ten minutes to change and get my shit. Meet me in your car by the green room.” “It sounds like this is a high-stake diamond robbery.” Combeferre set his now empty champagne glass on a nearby table, nonchalantly, as if he planned on spending the entire evening here. Sometimes Enjolras truly and deeply loved Combeferre. “You haven’t met Javert,” Enjolras said soberly.

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Combeferre drove them through the rain-washed streets of Paris after the hasty getaway that had included creeping through the parking lot without their lights on, despite the fact that Combeferre had adamantly wanted to obey the law. Combeferre was himself a classical musician and a fellow Frenchman. He played the viola, and though Enjolras knew relatively little about the viola, he loved the way that Combeferre played it. He was currently at the Lyons Symphony, but had come to Paris just to see Enjolras. They had played together in the Berlin Symphony for several years, and had bonded over their position as outsiders, fed up with the snobbery and elitism that pervaded the entire institution. One night they had openly admitted to each other how often they had almost left the music world behind because of the exhausting pace that it set for everyone, but more importantly because of the micro aggressions they saw daily. They had vowed together on that night to tough it out together - to stay to welcome the other “outsiders” that would come. And they had been fast friends ever since.

They found a little bar at a safe distance from the symphony hall, and ordered some drinks. They settled in, shedding their various layers. Enjolras was relieved and also impressed to see that Combeferre had managed to change out of his well-tailored suit and into a sweater and jeans. It made them more inconspicuous. “So - how are you finding Lyons?” Enjolras asked without preamble. He was curious. Combeferre had been there about three months, and Enjolras was itching to hear about it. Combeferre toyed with his drink, poking the straw at the ice that was sticking to the sides. “It’s alright. It’s always a little hard in the beginning. It’s nice to be in France again, quite honestly.” “I can believe it. France has its problems, but I would take it over Berlin most days.” And it was true. Enjolras like Berlin, but something about France made the fire reignite in his blood. Combeferre grinned. “I almost forgot how much you love France.” “Impossible. I’m told I’m very memorable.” “And modest too.” Combeferre shot back, before closing his mouth around his straw for a pull. “My enviable qualities aside, how is it besides being in France?” “Better than Berlin I think. Don’t get me wrong - the social circles like the donors and the regulars - they are more snobbish. But the people in the actual symphony and the conductor are much better than they were in Berlin.” “There’s always a trade-off,” Enjolras commented, rolling his eyes slightly. Combeferre shrugged. “I’d rather get shit from people I only have to see once a month than every day.” “Yes, but since they are the ones with the money, we let them think they’re right and let them act however they want even though they don’t know shit! It just means the institution of classical music never changes because none of us ever get the courage to tell a few rich people off now and again!” Combeferre shot him a look, and Enjolras deflated. “Yeah, I know. Not tonight.” “Tell me about how it’s going on your end,” Combeferre said, switching the subject. Enjolras exhaled loudly. “I feel so exhausted and worn out. I think my music has lost some of its edge because I’ve let all these toxic experiences associated with my playing seep into it.” “What do you mean to do about it?” Combeferre met Enjolras’ gaze steadily across the table, both an acknowledgment of the difficulty it had taken for Enjolras to utter those words and a steady encouragement. “I don’t know. Why do you think I will do something about it?” Enjolras asked, surprised. “Because you’re a man of action. You see a problem - you do something.” “It’s just such a big problem,” Enjolras said, trailing off. “Maybe I just need a different scene.” Combeferre sat up straighter. “Wait! I know just the thing!” His face was alight with possibility, and Enjolras felt himself being drawn in. Enjolras shot him a confused look. “What do you mean?” “When does your tour finish?” “Next week. And don’t get me wrong - I am counting the days.” And he was. Just six more days and then he was blissfully free of the Nutcracker. Javert already had a lot of plans for things to do next, but nothing had yet been finalized. “Well….” Combeferre lowered his gaze, stirring his drink with a straw, collecting his words carefully. Enjolras could tell he wasn’t sure how he would take this suggestion. “Well, what?” Enjolras said, slightly curious, but also impatient. “Out with it.” “One of my friends, Courfeyrac. I think I have mentioned him to you.” Combeferre met Enjolras’ eyes as he racked his brain. Then it came to him. “Kind of short? Curly hair? Everything he says is a rainbow?” Enjolras asked. “You could say that, I suppose,” Combeferre laughed. “He’d love that description.” “What about him?” Enjolras asked, his curiosity only heightening. “He’s a ballet dancer at the Ballet de l'Opéra national de Paris.” Enjolras whistled. “Good for him. That takes hard work. Isn’t it the oldest ballet company in France?” Combeferre nodded, his smile fading from his face. “And he puts the hard work in - he’s amazing. But anyways, I was talking to him earlier and he said that they are looking for a pianist for their upcoming performance. They want a live pianist. It’s a performance of Giselle, but they wanted to try something a little different. They haven’t found anyone yet, so Courfeyrac said to keep my ear out for any dissatisfied concert pianists who wanted to try something new.” Enjolras considered it. It was an interesting thought, and he always wanted to fly in the face of convention. But also, he wasn’t sure how much of the ballet world he could take either. That industry wasn’t exactly welcoming – it went through dancers more quickly than pointe shoes. “I don’t know.” Enjolras said simply. Combeferre nodded. “Just think about it. I mean, it can hardly hurt your career. You’re one of the best pianists in the world.” Enjolras blushed slightly. He wasn’t modest, but it made him uncomfortable when people made those kinds of comments to him. They moved on to different and lighter topics, but he kept the thought in the back of his mind even after he and Combeferre parted ways and he went back to his empty and muffled hotel room, feeling almost separate from the world that continued to move around him. The next day as he disembarked from his plane on to the soil of Copenhagen, he gave Combeferre a call. It looked like Enjolras was about to enter the world and tradition of ballet. He didn’t let himself think about it too much. He just wanted a change of pace, to be able to stay in one place for an extended period of time, avoiding the public eye for a couple of months. Or so he told himself. At the pit of his stomach he felt a clench of nerves that he hadn’t felt in years. He could only hope it was a good sign.

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#I hope you guys like it #please come yell in my inbox about this so I get ideas/inspo/motivtaion to keep going #have a good chunk of the second chapter already written #my writing #awake my soul #enjoltaire #exr #les mis #les miserables #les amis

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theparaminds · 5 years

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When in growth, the individual is left unsure of their endpoint, whether the fruit of their personal efforts will be of value. Lontalius knows the future is a foggy mystique in many different forms, yet that excites him. For the first time in a while, he will walk into the fog and allow questions to find answers in its endless whispers. He will speak out to silence and allow the response to be his own echoes and the shaking branches.

In many ways, this process asks of Lontalius to shed who he thought he was and to allow a new form to grow. In a sonic sense, this means clearing the slate from a past artistic vision and bringing forth a newfound ideology to sound and art itself. There is now the daily task of clearing the constantly rising bar, seeing the heights he sought impossible become yesterdays success.

Is this to be his final entrance into the fog? Definitely not. One day there will be a return and only the sky knows how endlessly confusing that next journey will be. But in the now, the choice is clear, it is time to step outside of comfort and into development. Lontalius is becoming all that he has ever wanted to become and tackling the difficulties that weighed upon him heavy. And yes, the process is scary and at times blinding, but that is only because the light it creates true and for once tangible.

Our first question as always, how’s your day going and how have you been lately?

My day’s been okay - pretty slow. I’ve been finishing the album and I don’t really know what to do with myself when there’s downtime. Gotta start some new things I guess.

To really begin, what would you say is the most consistent idea you’ve been having as an artist lately? What concept springs back up time and time again?

I heard an interview with Ed O’Brien where he talked about songs having ‘truths’. The idea that a song can come out of nowhere but it already knows what it is, you just have to find it yourself. I mostly create small pieces of work then expand on them, and it’s always difficult to know exactly where to take them. There’s one song I’m really proud of on the album that always felt like it could have a really big pop chorus. I tried so many iterations with different people but it just never worked, it’s not what the song wanted.

How would you personally compare your current artistic vision to when you first began? Is there a difference from personal or environmental changes to you?

I would say it’s more serious now, or I take it more seriously, but I tried my best not to be flippant about it when I was a teenager either. I’ve just always wanted to make great music. Living in LA for a few years helped me work a lot better, and make my ideas clearer.

And on the topic of comparisons, what differences do you see in your inspirations from when you began music to your current ones, as you’ve been focused on this new work?

I’ve gone back to the start, a little bit. When I was in LA I was feeling generally uninspired by the music around me. It’s a great place to work but, if we’re all listening to the same music and idolizing the same musicians, it all starts to sound the same right? I just adjusted my path a bit, listening to more of the music I loved when I grew up. My reference points have changed a bit now and my instincts are a little different.

Within your youth, what was the initial moment or influence that put you onto the path to becoming an artist and how do you reflect on that initial root?

I remember watching TV early in the morning to watch music videos. I remember a lot of boy bands, the first cassette I owned was Westlife. My dad had instruments around and would listen to a lot of music. I always just wanted to be a part of it. It took me a while to start singing though, at first I wanted to be a lead guitarist in a band.

To speak on the new work as well, where did the initial spark for this new project come from? What experiences or mindsets birthed the commitment to the piece?

It started just as a bunch of instrumental music I made with Om’Mas Keith. I don’t think I wrote any words for a few months. The spark came mostly from wanting to expand musically and lyrically on the first album. The idea has always been to write honestly about growing a bit older and experiencing new things.

You’ve at times spoken about this new EP as a closing of a chapter. A real summation of a part of you as an artist. Do you feel that sense of catharsis is the underlying theme to the project, or is there a larger story you’re hoping to tell about you and your space as an individual?

I’ll be honest and say that the EP is partly superficial, people have been wanting these songs on streaming services for a while and it felt right to do it now. But yeah, this music is representative of something I’ve moved on from. I wanted to mark that. This EP and the stuff I’m working on now, they both sound and feel like ‘Lontalius’, but it’s different. This music is quite small and rough, not a lot of thought went into it. The music that’s coming is bigger and more considered. I think the vision is clearer, too.

Beyond the ideological shifts in the work, what tangible sonic shifts are you working towards and how do you want your personal soundscape to develop?

It has more energy. My biggest personal breakthrough was realizing I don’t want to be making entirely ambient/beat-less music. I love the way that music feels but I think I can exist in that world while also making something people will want to move around too, you know? Live music was such a big thing for me as a kid but I moved away from it when I discovered recording and producing.

Do you find yourself to be stuck with fear for the next step of your artistic career or is it more exciting as you’ve come to understand yourself? And is there any sense of melancholy in hatching from this new egg?

I guess it’s like anything, you put yourself out there and you feel vulnerable. There’s a risk in not doing what’s easy, but that is exciting in itself. There was a version of the album I could have put out a few years ago, and I think people would have liked it. It just wasn’t lining up with where I wanted to be. It’s easy to regret not following that path then...maybe I’d be more popular, have more money, whatever. But I wouldn’t be happy.

In your eyes, what are the large and small personal, not artistic, steps you need to take in the coming future to find peace and truth? What universal questions do you still require the answers to?

There’s still so much confidence I need that I am trying to bring to the surface. I was a very shy kid.

What’s your personal mantra? What is the line that you find playing like a broken record in your heart?

I wrote “I wish that I could make sense of love” on That Includes You last year and that’s on my mind more and more often.

And what, to you, is the milestones and goals you hope to achieve and conquer with this new set of work and specifically with these projects?

There aren’t really any specific milestones. My hope is that people love it and want to follow me as I keep moving forward.

To really wrap up, what do you hope for the Lontalius mark upon the universe to be when it's all said and done?

As I said before, I just want to make great music. Music that helps people and works as a soundtrack for parts of their lives. I want it to stand the test of time, so when I’m on my solo acoustic tour in my 50s I can play some of these songs…

Do you have anyone or anything to shout out or promote? The floor is yours...

Warren Wolfe did some backing vocals for me on the album. He’s a beautiful soul with some really stunning songs.

Follow Lontalius on Instagram and Twitter

Listen on Spotify and Apple Music

Words and interview by Guy Mizrahi

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mommywrites2 · 5 years

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The Unicorn Princess

Marinette was in school on time, well, barely, running up the stairs of the Francois Dupont College, carrying a box of croissants, just as her BFF Alya decided it is time to climb up the stairs and enter the building, Nino and Adrien following her. This was a small miracle, considering her usual after school activities included finishing some designs for the ‘Kitty section’ band, tonnes of homework, helping out in the bakery and fighting akumas.

So there she was, fighting supervillains on a daily (and nightly) basis, but facing ger crush in school squeezed all the bravado from her. Except she knew that her dreams would never be, they were to be friends. When treating him as a friend, she would not stutter or trip over the thin air, so she decided she could do this.

“Hey girl” sad Alya, hugging her and sneaking a hand into the box.

“Hi Marinette” from Nino, his hand sneaking into the box together with Alyas, when both hand got out holding a single croissant, there was an exchange of looks between the two, until Nino let go, and sneaked a hand again to get another one.

“Good morning Marinette” from Adrien was met with blushing Marinette, spinning quickly with the box towards him and offering him the contents (no words, just a shy smile and pushing the box towards him). He smiled and helped himself with one that quickly disappeared in his mouth, within a few bites. She is his friend. He is her friend. They are friends. She can do it.

Alya is not asking anything, suggesting to go for Adrien, pushing her towards him nor suggestively pulling Nino away leaving the two alone, as they all reach for the box in turns. This is good, she can do it, if it means having enough treats from the bakery every morning dan make it easier to survive, she can do it.

They quickly emptied the box and ate the contents while chatting before entering the classroom just as the bell rang. Alya leaned over to Marinette and whispered something about the way to man’s heart through his stomach that made Marinette blush even more. “I texed you, we are just friends, he loves some other girl” she whispered to Alya. Adrien decided it is excellent time to turn around and face Marinette and thank her for the pastries one more time (and check if there are any more left).

“Thank you Marinette, these were delicious” he spoke, but then noticed the colour in her face intensified as Alya was elbowing her under the desk. Marinette’s vocal chords were not able to produce any meaningful output so she just nodded and wished that sometimes Alya would be less eager in encouraging her romantic wishes, as now it was perfectly clear, they are to be ‘just friends’.

Therefore, a friend that she is, she is going to be the best friend to Adrien one could ever wish for.

Miss Bustier called everyone in the class and announced that by the end of the morning classes they will get their assignments to be completed in groups of four, Alya, Marinette, Nino and Adrien made one group, and they were to cover history, art, literature and modern aspects of the subject that will be assigned. Four aspects, four people, no real need to work in a group, but it was obvious several students in their class were eager to divide the work differently.

After covering several works of literature and important events in history (and the fact that the literature works also covered these events in history was more or less helpful to understand the chain of events in the minds of young adolescents with hormones and attention span of a goldfish). Quarter of an hour before the bell announcing lunch break an alarm on Miss Bustier’s watch interrupted her talk. She announced that one student from each group should come to the box on her table and take one piece of paper with a subject for the group.

Adrien, as the closest and possibly the most agile at the moment, got there first, put the hand into the box that contained more pieces of paper than there were groups in their class, put his best modelling smile and pretended to mix the pieces of paper until he got one into his hand. What is it? Julius Caesar and the Roman empire? The Greek tragedies or Gods? Egyptian rulers and deities?

Adrien gave the piece of paper to miss Bustier, who read it out loud: “Unicorns”. Alya facepalmed, Nino was cool as ever looking back at his girlfriend a bit surprised by her reaction, Marinette was on cloud that nine, she was on the group project with Adrien. It could be about the sewers or the catacombs for all she cared. She was just looking at Adrien, as he was standing in front of the class, he was smiling towards her and she kept her shy smile, blushing and barely registering what was their subject. Adrien returned to his seat, but leaned over to Marinette

“You designed those unicorn inspired outfits for the Kitty Section, I guess we have the art covered”. She smiled and blushed a bit more.

“I … I think this is not the art Miss Bustier was thinking of when she designed this assignment ...” was her reply, almost no stuttering, the word order correct, she was proud of herself, if only she could talk to him like that when she was not thinking of him as her eternal just friend. But that was useless, he loved some other girl.

Other groups also got similarly broad subjects (elves, dwarfs, fairies and mermaids) and miss Bustier distributed worksheets with a list of questions and particular assignments, Marinette looked at the list of questions and there it was “Name a work of art, painting, music, or other non literature that features your subject” and pointed that to Adrien. Alya quickly snatched the list and decided that it would be the best to spend the lunch break going through the list of questions to see how to distribute the work between the four. Adrien quickly sent notification to Nathalie.

The lunch bell rang, the four of them went out of the school, waited for Adrien’s car, driven by his bodygouard, who brought Nathalie who delivered Adrien a box of his father and nutricionist approved tasteless and calorie-less meal in a plastic grey box. With a stern look on her face, Nathalie reminded Adrien of his diet and upcoming photoshots and other events where she should look his supermodel self. Strange and a bit disgusted looks toward the box from Alya and Nino made Marinette even more determined. They walked over to the bakery.

“Hi maman, hi papa, we are going to work on a group project together, it is nice outside so we will go to the park and have the lunch together there …” she recited while she collected a box of food from her father who was in the back side of the bakery preparing the next tray to put in the oven. Alya and Nino have greeted Sabine and without any word asking for permission or explaining their actions grabbed few more items and added to the box Marinette was holding. Adrien just stood there with his grey box, Sabine looked through the transparent lid of his grey box, eyed him from head to toe, grabbed a few tarts and pies, put them in another box and simply put this box on the top of Adrien’s grey one. This time he was smiling shyly and blushing. Alya and Nino thanked Sabine, and with a small nod and “Thank you” Adrien was pushed out.

They continued to the sidewalk on the bank of the Seine, sat on a bench, chatting on the way. Nino and Alya were walking in front, turning regularly and taking different items from the box in Marinette’s hands. She held the box with both arms doing her best not to trip and fall. Adrien was just admiring the food he got from Sabine.

“My father and Nathalie should never learn that I eat this, especially with the forthcoming summer collection photoshoot “ he whispered to Marinette, she looked at him, looked at the food and

“Eeerrr if you do not like this, … you can take anything from this box, if you like it, … maybe I can run back for something else?” Marinette offered.

“It is fine, I will definitely like it, I just do not remember eating some of these treats, like ever” Adrien answered and Marinette was determined, as his fried she is going to feed this boy! At least she has resources for that. She just hoped he will not get into trouble with his father and Nathalie for that, she will talk to him about it later. Then she focused on the food he had in the box and explained what it is, then started explaining how it is done … and Adrien could not resist any more, he just took one piece out of the box and started to eat it while carrying the other two boxes in one hand. After eating several pieces they reached the embankment.

Meanwhile, on the embankment of the Seine, a mother and her five year old daughter were waiting. The grls blonde curls were tied with a pink ribbon with printed unicorns on it. The pink t-shirt had a large glossy picture on the unicorn in front, her grey tights had prints of unicorn heads and her pink shoes had a picture of a unicorn over the toes.

“Is grandpa going to bring me a unicorn” the child asked the mother.

“Yes Patricia, this is what you asked your grandpa and he told me on the phone he god one unicorn for you” the mother answered patiently, but the tone of her voice made clear she repeated this sentence already a number of times.

“Is it going to be a big unicorn?” the girl asked excitedly.

“He said it was the biggest he could find” the mother answered, clearly annoyed by the fact that that is true “I just do not know where we will keep this unicorn of yours”.

“Is it a pink unicorn? With wings? Coloured in rainbow? And stars? And long eyelashes?” the questions just pored from the little girl.

“You will see when your grandpa gets here ...” the mother trailed off, not trying to finish the sentence since she was interrupted by even more questions from her daughter.

Soon, an elderly man approached from their back carrying a large box wrapped in light pink wrapping paper with violet unicorns printed on it, tied with a pink ribbon. The man plastered an artifical smile of a car salesman on his face and kissed the girl on the cheeks and gave her the box and then kissed her mother on the cheeks.

“Sorry I am a bit late, but this was the last one in the shop, it is really big, but it is inflatable, she can use it to sit or lay on it as if it is a piece of furniture, it is pink as she asked, and it has wings, but the tail was not in all the colours of the rainbow ...” the man was rambling further explaining his shopping experience “ … and it was really crowded and I was waiting in a long queue and then after that I was waiting for the box to be wrapped and ...”.

“Why did you not come to our house for her birthday?” the woman asked, obviously collecting courage to continue with this “all family was there, we could have met in the park or ...”

“I can’t be seen in public with that husband of yours, and you were surely taking photos during the birthday and probably posting them over social media” the man responded to the woman sternly.

During that time, the gril has unwrapped her present and inside she found a cardboard box containing … a pink inflatable flamingo.

“This is not a unicorn” she said. The mother just said “Oh no...” and her hand reached for her head.

“This is a very nice pink unicorn ...” her grandpa started.

“This is not a unicorn” the girl said a bit louder. Her mother held her head a bit tighter, the other hand on her daughter, already anticipating what is going on next.

“… the largest they had in the shop … “ the old man continued.

“A family argument” Hawk Moth said in his lair, fetching one white butterfly “this is a sure source of many negative emotions” he spoke as he turned the white butterfly into a purple one “fly away my little akuma, and be ready to evilize”.

“This is not a unicorn” the girl was almost screaming. Her mother held her daughters shoulder tightly and did not let go of her own head just closed her eyes.

“… and the most beautiful pink unicorn ...” the old man continued.

“This is not a unicorn” the girl screamed louder. Her mother not moving.

“… look, it even has wings, pink wings ...” the old man continued.

“This is not a unicorn” the girl screamed even louder. Her mother let go of her own head and held both her daughters shoulders.

“… and you can sit on it ...” the old man continued.

“This is not a unicorn” the girl screamed even louder.

“… and ride it ...” the old man continued.

“This is not a unicorn” the girl screamed even louder.

“… and all the girls love it!” the old man finished, huge artificial and insincere smile plastered on his face.

“This is not a unicorn” the girl screamed stomping her feet on the ground.

“Please Patricia, grandpa did not mean anything bad, he got you a toy to play with ...” the mother continued, but thinking, probably the largest pink toy he could grab in any shop on the way …

“Look, it is a unicorn, there is a horn, over there” the old man said and pointed to the beak.

“It is not a horn, it is a beak, that is not a horse, that is a large pink bird” the girl screamed.

“It is a horn, the horse is just … looking upwards!” the man looked at the girl with a smile of a man selling used cars.

The girls face was red in anger, she looked at the old man “Grandpa, I am not stupid! This is not a unicorn!”

“Do not be ungrateful child” the old man keeps looking at her with the same smile “it is the best and most popular toy on the market”.

“This is not a unicorn” the girl screamed “you promised me, you told mommy you got it!”.

The man straightened his back and said “you are a naughty girl, ungrateful and disrespectful of your grandpa”, then he just turned around and left without saying goodbye.

The mother sighed, took the girls hand and went in the opposite direction.

“Ooooh I feel anger of a little girl” said a purple man and he caught a white butterfly, turned it into purple and released it “Fly away my little akuma and evilize her”.

A purple butterfly lands on the box the girl held in her arms. A purple mask appears in front of her eyes and a sweet voice tells her “Unicorn Princess, you were promised, you were cheated on what will you get, I give you the power to turn everyone into a toy you wish and all I ask in return are Ladybug’s earrings and Chat Noirs ring, will you give that to me?”.

“Do the earrings and the ring have unicorns on it?” the girl asks.

“No” was the Hawk Moths answer with a smile but wandering why the girl would ask such a question.

“I want the power to turn everyone I see into a unicorn, as soon as I see them” Unicorn Princess demanded.

“As you wish, Unicron Princess” Hawk moth answered with a wicked smile “you will be touger to beat with such a strong power”.

“Then, OK, I will play with you and everyone I see will become unicorns and they will play with ” the girl answers.

And the box with the toy inflates into a giant pink unicorn with a golden horn, rainbow tail and hair and large wings and long eyelashes and blue eyes and the little girl was riding it holding the unicorns hair.

“I am the Unicorn Princess” was echoing the street as Ayla, Nino, Adrien and Marinette were approaching the embankment.

“An akuma” all four of them pronounced at the same time. Alya pulled Nino with one hand, the other already holding the camera and ran forward. Adrien quickly pushed the piece of food he held in one hand into his mouth and pushed Marinette to the relative safety of some shop they were just passing by. They alerted the people in the shop of the akuma and started frantically to look for cover to transform.

They left their boxes on some shelf and Adrien whispered “It is probably safe to stay here right now, but I will check if it is safe to go out the back door” and left towards the back end of the shop. As she found herself alone, she ducked behind one shelf, then another, until she was out the front door, since she was afraid of surveillance cameras inside the shop, and transformed between two cars in the street since the street was already abandoned. Adrien exited through the back door, stood behind the dumpster and transformed.

Ladybug and Chat Noir met on a rooftop of the same building. They saw a girl riding a huge inflatable unicorn just looking around but did not see what was below here, so they approached closer and landed in the street. There were many unicorns around, they were not so much shaped as horses, but more just like large stuffed animals shaped as cute fluffy horses with horns, some with wings, in different colours, walking or jumping around.

“This is just uniquely corny” Chat Noir said.

Suddenly, the girl turned around and said “oh, Ladybug and Chat Noir, you are already here” and the moment she saw them, Ladybug turned into a cute fluffy unicorn, red with black spots, with wings, blue eyes and long eyelashes while Chat Noir turned into a black fluffy unicorn with green horn, wings, and several green paw prints on his side, while his tail was long and moved almost as the Chat Noirs tail. Ladybugs earrings were on the unicorns ear just as Chat Noirs ring.

“Ladybug, you are even cuter in this shape” Chat unicorn said to the Ladybug unicorn “I can’t believe it my Lady, you must be the cutest unicorn here” wiggling his eyebrows and grinning.

Ladybug rolled her eyes, but asked “You can talk?” surprised a bit that she also had her own voice,

“How do we get ourselves from this situation?”

“Oh, My Lady, you mean” Chat unicorn smiled widely, “How do we get ourselves from this unique-corn situation?” he stopped fo her reaction, then continued with a wink “ with your brains and my looks … well our looks, we will do it in no time” Chat answered reassuringly.

Ladybug worried “How much of our powers do we have left?” she said.

“Ladybug and Chat Noir, you are now unicorns and you will play with me, of course you have voices, I like to talk to you while we play” the Unicorn Princes said as a matter of fact.

Chat Noir unicorn just had a same smirk on his face as in his usual boy-cat form, looked at the girl on the unicorn, winked and asked “If an adult is called a unicorn, are children then called puny-corns?”

The girl answered “I am not a pony, I am a Unicorn Princess!”

Hawk Moth was angry “Do not make jokes with them, take their Mraculous!”.

Then Chat turned to Ladybug, referring to all the unicorns wandering around and asked “How do you catch so many unicorns? Simply, herd them into uni- corn-er!”

Ladybug rolled her eyes again, then just watched the surroundings .

A group of small unicorns run around happily, screeching with joy and admiring each other looks “you have pink wings” “you have a golden horn”. Several unicorns watched their reflections in the shop window nearby commenting on what they see “I like my rainbow hair better than your pink one” “why do you have hearts on your side and I have a rainbow?”.

“Most of the people just kept strolling around and chatting as if nothing had happened” noticed Ladybug while Chat continued “there are several groups of smaller unicorns covered in more glitter than the others running around and cheering happily, it seems some of them are happy with the transformation”.

One man entered the street carrying a large trumpet. The girl turned to him and the man immediately transformed into a unicorn with a horn in a shape of the trumpet.

“That is quite a unique horn” Chat said. The girl on the unicorn smiled and continued.

“Do you know anything about unicorns?” Ladybug asked Chat.

“Not much, but I am about to learn today” (in more ways than one he thought for himself) Chat answered.

However, the girl has overheard the question and started “Unicorns are magical creatures, they are always good, they are not misbehaving, everything they do is right!”

Soon, a group of girls exited one street, one of the girls had a hairband with a pink horn and ears, others had a t-shirt with a unicorn, or a bag with a unicorn print or tights with small unicorns and other clothing items and acessories with unicorn themed decorations. Unicorn Princess just looked at them and they all turned into cute fluffy unicorn stuffed toys, glossy, with wigs and different decorations on them. The group started cheering in excitement and running around in a circle.

“See how I bring happiness” the Unicorn Princes said proudly.

Ladybug quietly talked to Chat “It seems this akuma is a dream come true for some!”.

The next person to be turned into a unicorn was Andre, the ice cream man, he just looked at himself and replied “What do you call a one scoop of ice cream? A uni-cone!”

Chat was annoyed “You stole my line”.

“This is becoming really difficult acuma to deal with” Ladybug complained to herself. “Chat, we are not making any progress here and this akuma is rather popular”.

“Uni-corn? I thought that would be a single grain of maize” Chat shouted. He had to maintain his level of puns through the battle, there was no way that an occasional bystander would out-pun him. Then he turned to Ladybug “What a scary villain we have here today, all the little girls seem eager to confront her”.

“Do we still have our superpowers?” Ladybug was turning and shaking and discovered that she still had her yoyo, it was on her back, attached to her back, she shook it down and grabbed it with her teeth. This was good she now had her yoyo, she could throw it in the air and call for Lucky Charm or use it differently.

“Most unicorns start as poor hunters until they can really horn their skill” Chat said as praise to Unicron Princess.

Ladybug concluded that the downside of carrying the yoyo in her teeth was staying quiet. She looked at chat and noticed that his baton was still attached to Chats back. She nudged him a bit on the side and raised her yoyo to show him.

“Oh great, you have your yoyo, so you can call your lucky charm” Chat was relieved.

She pointed to his back, but he turned completely, did not see anything interesting behind him, so turned back to Ladybug unicorn “Do not see what you mean”.

Ladybug rolled her eyes, turned to him, dropped her yoyo to the ground and fetched his baton with her teeth and dropped it before Chat unicorn. They both felt clumsy in their new bodies, not sure how to use them not how many of their powers they have left. Well, at least the insecurity in her physical abilities is nothing new to Ladybug, at least her civilian self, but this was different.

“Oh, I see, why, thank you Ladybug!” Chat said gratefully and grabbed his baton with his teeth. He immediately realized that this means he cant talk while holding his baton and gave Ladybug unicorn a knowing look. Ladybug just smiled and took her yoyo. She tried to throw it, it caught up on one lamppost and she was soon below the lamppost. She pulled the cord that was somehow attached to her back and the yoyo dropped to the ground for Ladybug to retrieve with her teeth.

“Great, it still works” Ladybug noticed. Relieved and encouraged, she beamed forward, blue eyes focused on the Unicorn Princess and the whole situation, the wheels in her head started moving.

Chat pressed his baton and it extended a bit, he jumped biting his baton harder and then softer ad in one jump he was beside the Ladybug unicorn.

“My Lady you really look cute and fluffy in this new outfit, but I did not know unicorns know how to play with yoyo” Chat teased. Ladybug fluttered her eyelashes (probably unintentionally as it was followed by her surprised facial expression, her body features still new to her).

One look at the side revealed one brown unicorn with orange hair and a phone around her neck and another brown unicorn with red hat and glasses looking at Ladybug and Chat unicorns. The unicorn with the camera. Probably Alya, yelled questions and encouragement while the unicorn with the red hat, probably Nino (ladybug assumed) tried to keep her from disturbing the action, not that there was much action from our heroes, but he at least understood that it is not so simple to get used to this new and substantially different body shape, especially if you are a superhero and supposed to act like one.

Ladybug just asked Chat “Do you have any idea where the akuma is? She is turning people to unicorns by looking, there is no weapon, there are many items on her, but none of them is glowing purple”.

They were both standing still as Unicorn Princess was moving away.

Hawk Moth was angry “Unicorn Princess, stop turning everyone to unicorns, get me the Ladybug and Chat Noir’s Miracoulouses”.

“What are miracoulouses?” asked the girl.

Hawk Moth was desperate “Ladybugs earrings, Chat Noirs ring”.

“Oh, OK” Ladybug Princess replied calmly and turned around towards the place where she last saw Ladybug and Chat Noir unicorns.

Ladybug and Chat Noir were watching Unicorn Princess turning around.

“The akuma might be in the unicorn she is riding, it has some glowing purple marks” noted Chat.

“I am not absolutely sure but I trust you this time.” replied Ladybug unicorn “do you have any idea if you can activate cataclysm? Perhaps you should raise on your back legs when doing it.”

“I will do it, but your lucky charm might help us” replied Chat.

Ladybug grabbed her yoyo from the ground, thrown it to the air and called “Lucky Charm”. In a swirm of ladybugs appeared – a stuffed animal – a red unicorn with black spots.

“Well, I guess we did not have enough of these” Chat said.

Ladybug was first puzzled “if I knew what to do with these, I would not need one in the first place “ then she looked around, everything was grey, but in her vision Chat and Unicorn Princess appeared red with black spots.

The wheels were turning behind her blue eyes. “OK, I have a plan” Ladybug said and explained to Chat “It is very simple, I will play with her, you just cataclysm that unicorn she is riding”.

“Got it” Chat answered. But does he have the power of cataclysm? He did not know, and he can activate it only once. so no test, and he is using all four to walk, so really no early activation, perhaps he could devise some way of moving by using his stick in his mouth and other three legs? He was trying, clumsily, without much success, and the amount of attention received from other unicorns and the unicorn princess made it clear to Chat that this is definitely not a way to sneak on someone.

Unicorn Princess was approaching and Ladybug asked her “Look what I got here Unicorn Princess, would you like to play with me?” and showed her the unicorn she got as lucky charm. The eyes of the Unicorn Princes were glistening with joy, “Finally, I get to play with Ladybug”, she was hoping up and down on her unicorn with joy.

Hawk Moth was angry “No, Unicorn Princess, it is a trap! Take her earrings! And watch Chat Noir!”.

But Unicorn Princess just smiled “Ladybug unicorn! You got your baby Ladybug unicorn! She looks just like you! Is she your baby? Lets play with her, lets feed her and put her to sleep!”.

Ladybug was a bit puzzled how to do all that in her shape, so she pushed the toy around a bit.

“No, you do not know how to do it, let me!” Unicorn Princess protested.

“Excellent, my little Unicorn Princess, now stop horsing around, get of your horse and take her earrings!” Hawk Moth was glowing (pun intended by author but not Hawk Moth).

“This is not a horse!” Unicorn Princess protested “This is a unicorn”

Hawk Moth just facepalmed.

Ladybug grabbed her yoyo threw it at her lucky char unicorn and the with the yoyo tried to throw her unicorn to the Unicorn Princess was sitting high on her unicorn. First time it did not reach, but Ladybug was trying and Unicorn princess was encouraging, but also worried:

“Yes, give small baby Ladybug unicorn to me … nooo … not to hard, it fell it will hurt, poor baby Ladybug unicorn … careful, ...” Unicorn Princess was giving instructions and Ladybug was trying.

Then, behind the Unicorn Princess, Chat extended his baton in his teeth to raise himself to his back legs, dropped it from his mouth just enough to pronounce “cata..” and then the unicorn carrying the Unicorn Princess flapped its wings and she took off in the air, only few meters up, but sufficiently for Char unicorn to hit only thin air and land on his all four legs, still unnoticed by the Unicorn Princess.

“I can fly! My unicorn can fly” Unicorn Princes screamed in happy smile on her face, looking gleefuly at the Ladybug unicorn she ordered “Fly to me Ladibug and bring me my toy”.

Hawk Moth facepalms first but then looks with hope “This is great, make them come to you” even sound encouraging.

Ladybug unicorn managed to get a few clumsy flaps with her wings. Chat unicorn noticed and with few violent flaps he was in the air too, but overshooting the Unicorn Princess and this time noticed by her.

“See how Chat is flying” Unicron Princes pointed provocatively, but Chat was spinning without much control, but a smug smile on his face showed he enjoyed every moment of it. Flipping, turning, even upside down, apparently everything worked as flying, except there was apparently not much control of his movements, while every move seemed to bring more fun and joy to the boy’s, well in fact unicorn’s, face.

Several small unicorns around had wings and began flapping immediately, rising in the air and started zooming around cheering with joy “look at me, I am flying” “I am faster” “I am higher” “let’s go over there” and the few without wings who stayed on ground were dissapointed “why she got wings and note me?”. Their movement in the air resembled the whirlwind while the unicorns tied to the ground jumped up and down forming a circle below them.

One big unicorn with no wings tried hopelessly to catch a small flying unicorn nearby “Please baby, come byck, get down, you will hurt yourself” the big unicorn was talking to the small one “But momy, I am flying” the small one answered.

Ladybug unicorn managed to grab the toy unicorn with her teeth and with a few flaps raise to the level of the Unicorn Princess, then she flew around her to get her attention. Other winged unicorns started to float around, some small specimens flying around quickly and bouncing off each other.

“Stop playing around and get the earrings from Ladybug and the ring from Chat Noir” Hawk Moth was loosing his patience.

Ladybug looks at Unicorn Princess, trying to get her attention, going up and down, left and right, waving the toy unicorn in her teeth. She gave Chat several pointed looks and he managed to lower himself to their level, behind the Unicorn Princess and this time pronounce “cataclysm” his right front leg started to radiate black energy. While falling forwards, he hit the unicorn that the Unicorn Princess was sitting on, it disintegrated and a purple butterfly flew away.

Ladybug pulled the string of her yoyo, it unwrapped from the toy, then grabbed the toy with her teeth and said “Miraculous Ladybug”. Everyone turned back to normal, she grabbed her yoyo, captured the purple butterfly and released the white one with “no more evil doing for you little akuma”.

In the meantime, Chat was jumping around fetching the akumatized girl and other small girls that suddenly materialized from the flying unicorns as they began to fall. Several were caught by adults nearby and none got injured. one

Hawk Moth was angry “the akuma was winning over people of Paris by popularity but by luck you defeated her, Ladybug and Chat noir, I will get your miracoulouses tne next time

Ladybug recognized the girl as a friend from Nadia Charmack’s daughter Manon, but said nothing. The mother of the little girl, who transformed from one of the unicorns nearby, quickly run to the girl. Ladybug and Chat Noir looked at each other and approached closer “Pound it” and a fist bump for the celebration were followed by Ladybugs slightly puzzled face, several girls around were severely disappointed that they were not unicorns anymore “I lost my wings” “I had sparkly hair and tail” “My hair was a rainbow and I had stars on my sides” they complained.

“Well, as much as I love horsing around with you My Lady, my lunch break is almost over and my timer is activated” from Chat

“and my timer is even lower, Bug out!” from Ladybug.

Both of them quickly flew and vaulted away. They were not far from the shop so Chat vaulted quickly to the back door of the shop where he left Marinette and de-transformed behind the same dumpster, while Ladybug hid behind a van on the street as her earrings were beeping the last warning and entered the shop from the front door as Marinette.

Marinette and Adrien met in front of the boxes with food they left in the shop, picked them up and started towards the exit.

“Were you ok?” Adrien asked.

“Yes, the streets were full of unicorns” Marinette started.

“We needed them for our project in school, we should have kept some!” Adrien exclaimed dramatically.

“Yes, what a waste of perfectly good akuma” Marinette replied and both of them were laughing.

Adrien just took one more piece of food from the box Sabine gave him and smiled to Marinette. They were friends.

Marinette smiled to him back, he was looking at her with those green eyes, she could just stare at him and smile and everything was right in this world, she could just be his friend like this forever.

They found Alya and Nino on the embankment, Alya was frantically checking her phone, apparently she took a few photos of Ladybug and Chat Noir as unicorns but the photos were taken randomly, accidentally and they were barely useful, but in the absence of better ones, Alya finally picked a few and posted on the Ladyblog.

“Can we use these photos to cover the contemporary part of our unicorn project?” Marinette and Adrien were talking almost simultaneously.

Alya just smiled “Well then, Marinette and Adrien can cover the history and literature and Nino and I will look through the other arts”.

“Adrien, is there some classical music related to unicorns?” asked Marinette.

“I have no idea, but I can ask my teacher during the practice this afternoon.” replied Adrien.

“Great, then there are just paintings left to search for and perhaps Alya and Nino could go through literature?” proposed Marinette. Her plan was to ask Tikki for the help with history.

“Right, the lunch break is almost over, let’s go back to school!” Nino was checking his phone.

“You two could go to the library and work on this together” Alya said turned to Marinette and Adrien wiggling her eyebrows. Marinette’s heart sunk a bit, blush on her face, the gift of speech forgotten.

“Actually I can stay in the library for about 20 minutes this afternoon, I have fencing after that” Adrien proposed.

They continued walking towards school, Adrien turned to Marinette “we could talk on the phone this evening and exchange our findings?”

“Sure” Marinette smiled, biting her lower lip to prevent herself from keeping talking any nonsense.

“I will text you first, to check if you are not busy with something” Adrien concluded.

Marinette’s phone rang, it was Nadia Charmack, she showed the ringing phone to Adrien and noted “I do not know how much will I be working on the project, I might be babysitting” and then answered.

“Hi Nadia … yes she is righ here … I will give her to you … Alya it is Nadia Charmack … “ and gave her phone to Alya.

“Hello Nadia “ Alya answered enthusiastically “ I have the pictures from todays akuma, not fantastic, but I was there, turned into a unicorn, … yes … yes … ok … I will give you Marinette back” Alya returned the phone a bit disappointed.

“Yes Nadia, it’s Marinette back … ok … yes … I can do it … thank you … see you soon!” Marinette stopped the conversation a bit confused, then slumped her shoulders and exhaled tiredly.

“I thought she wants me for the news” Alya was talking not hiding her disappointment “but all she wants is to give the photos of Ladybug and Chat Noir unicorns to Marinette so she can design and make the toys in that shape as gifts for Nadia’s daughter and her friend!”.

“Are you going to make them?” Adrien asked Marinette, hopeful look in his eyes.

“Well I said yes to Nadia already” Marinette answered.

“Could you make one Ladybug unicorn for me?” Adrien asked, the green eyes beaming at her with hope. How could she say no? But how could she speak while those eyes look at her that way? She is just staring at him. “that is if you have the time, and when you have the time, and they can be small and .. “ Adrien continues, hope in his voice. Finally, she can do it, she is his friend!

“O...of course, o...one Ladybug and one Chat Noir unicorn for you!” Marinette smiled.

She got a huge grin from Adrien and a quick side hug “Thank you Marinette, I am sure they will look amazing”.

They had little time for the project and with a little help from Hawk Moth, the project was rolling out already.

The afternoon lessons were a bit lost for Marinette, they got an assignment and she finished it as soon as she could and started to design the toys in her sketchbook. Adrien turned around as they were supposed to check each others work, noticed what Marinette was doing and decided to help her with her schoolwork.

“Marinette, if you are designing the toys during classes I will have to show you how to solve these tasks in the library, these will be in the exam next week!” he whispered.

Marinette blushed since caught by her crush and even felt a bit criticized for her actions “S…. sorry, I … I w...will try to do better” and took back the assignment sheet trying to concentrate on the questions. Adrien took her design sketchbook and studied her very detailed picture of Chat Noir unicorn and then noticed that Ladybug unicorn had much less details.

“I did not notice that Alya had more useful photos of Chat than Ladybug from the last battle” Adrien whispered, then pretending to go through the photos on Marinettes phone that Alya sent her “here, Ladybug had larger spots and less of them, one was here on the head, the others were here and here“ pointing with his finger as Marinette made notes, her hand holding the pencil shaking a little from occasional touches with Adrien’s hand, blushing severely and just nodding to his suggestions.

The final bell rang and the four friends headed towards the library, they found a desk where all four could sit. But, as soon as they left their bags on the floor aside, Marinette and Adrien pulled out their notebooks and a sketchbook to the desk, Alya winked and pulled Nino away with a remark of “going to look for some literature” (and leave you two lovebirds alone was unsaid but unfortunately understood by Marinette, making her nervous).

Adrien proposed to search the internet for some clues and Marinette quickly started through a list, adding a few items after every search and making notes, trying really hard not to look at Adrien (too much) and definitely not talking. She was so determined to focus on the research subject that she completely missed how he took her sketchbook and a sheet of paper from his notebook and started making notes on the look of the Ladybug unicorn. He remembered vividly all the details of the Ladybug unicorn but he could only describe the details, propose a list of corrections. He wanted the toy to be perfect, his Lady deserves it, and he wants a small toy in that shape, to remember her. Adrien was so concentrated on the task that he completely forgot to pretend that he is looking at the photos of Ladybug unicorn, but Marinette on the other hand, was trying so hard not to notice, that it was not even needed. Then an alarm on Adriens phone went off.

“I am really sorry Marinette to leave you to work on this alone, I have my fencing now, I can come back after the training to check with you how far you got but then I will have to head home right away … “ Adrien started to ramble but Marinette was a bit impatient to head home and start working on the Ladybug and Chat Noir unicorns.

“A...actually, I should head home, my parents … design, homework, dinner. “ she was lowering her head a bit disappointed that she would miss a few minutes with Adrien “can I send you my notes in a message and a list of items to continue searching for?” The prospect of exchanging a few messages with Adrien having surprisingly little effect on the girls self control.

“OK, great, I will probably not start before dinner anyway, due to my schedule” (my fathers schedule actually, Adrien thought, but there are details he preferred to leave out from time to time).

Later, in her room, Marinette was cutting pieces of red and black fabric. She looked at her designs of the unicorns in her notebook. “Adrien is very observing” Marinette said “look at how many details he noticed on Ladybug unicorn” she showed the page with the notes Adrien wrote to Tikki. Tikki smiled knowingly and nodded.

“I never noticed these details while I was watching Alya’s footage” Marinette said, “it was not her best, good thing I could remember most of the details of Chat Noir as unicorn from my memory,” Marinette smiled .“Alya’s film is mostly blur and shaky” Marinette waved her head “but I needed it for the Ladybug unicorn. I was searching to see how it really looked frame by frame,” she sighed “I will just create something using Adrien’s description” Marinette finished. Tikki just looked and nodded the whole time, keeping herself busy eating her cookie.

“Tikki, it was so nice talking to Adrien today” she sighed.

“Yes it was” the little goddess chirped from her cookie.

“I almost did not stutter” Marinette remembered “and did not get flustered so much”.

“Yes, Marinette, you were great!” Tikki chirped.

“And we spent lunch break together” Marinette smiled, but then frowned “well almost” and smiled again “and we have a project together” her eyes wandered on one of the pictures of Adrien above her wall “And he asked me to make him these unicorns” Marinette continued arranging red and black pieces of cloth and sewing them together by hand. “And all I had to do is to treat him as a friend”

Marinette spent the rest of her afternoon chatting with Tikki and making the stuffed unicorns in the shapes of Ladybug and Chat Noir.

Adrien was in his room sitting at his computer desk. The screen showed pictures from todays akuma battle, Ladybug and Chat Noir as unicorns.

“Aren’t you supposed to work on your project?” Plagg asked from his piece of cheese on a plate on the end of the same huge desk.

“I am” Adrien smiled “but internet search brings me to these results” he waved to the screen and smiled mischievously. Then he turned back to the screen and browsed through more pictures.

“You promised your girlfriend that you will work on the project” Plagg was teasing.

“She is not my girlfriend, Plagg” Adrien responded.

“No?” Plagg asked “Really?”

“No we just hang out, and go to school together and she is my friend” Adrien smiled.

“And she is making you some stuffed toys” Plagg said mockingly.

Adrien opened one of the pictures of Ladybug as unicorn on the screen, it was mostly blur, but he sighed with a smile on his face “Most of the pictures from today are low quality, it was good that I could describe all the details from the Ladybug unicorn to Marinette from my memory”

“Yes, it was really swell” Plagg responded and took another bite of cheese.

“But she managed to resolve many details of Chat Noir as unicorn from these photos, she is really good!” Adrien continued.

“I need more cheese for this” Plagg said and put the whole chunk into his mouth.

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