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rileyslibrary · 1 year

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I love your sense of humour and have cracked up at your stories multible times. Maby you can find some inspiration in this:

Price ordering the team to an etiquette training so they know how to behave in case they have to go under cover in a more "fancy" environment (or the upcoming mission may require something like this). I'm thinking about Ghosts "sausage fingers" from the origami bit on a delicate litte cake fork... Or him needing to *converse* with someone.

I think putting these hard soldiers in a situation that's out of their comfort zone is always a fun read!

Thank you for letting us enjoy your fantastic writing! <3

Be gentle, man!

Relationship: TF141 x F!Reader with a potential Simon “Ghost” Riley x F!Reader (platonic?) on the horizon. Also there’s an OC in the story.

Word Count: 1,598 (approx. 7-8 min reading time)

Notes: I began writing this last night as a joke, and couldn’t stop. Thank you SO MUCH for inspiring me to do this, anon. It’s a crackfic btw. (There’s a part 2 now here)

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The training room feels out of place compared to its usual purpose. Bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, the once-busy gym has been transformed into a classroom for an unlikely lesson—manners, of all things. Table manners, to be precise.

“Talk about Fitness Vs. Finesse,” Soap whispers, and you playfully nudge his side. The comment reaches Gaz’s ears, and he lets out a chuckle. Yet, Price’s death stare reclaims your attention and brings you back to focus.

You all sit around a long, polished mahogany table atop the gym’s boxing ring, admiring the delicate china and crystal glassware set before you. It reminds you of Aunt Claire’s preserved collection, which rarely leaves its cabinet. Lady Theodora, your etiquette instructor, assures you that each piece serves a purpose, and you will put them all to use. Every. Single. One of them.

Lady Theodora, the epitome of timeless confidence, moves gracefully around the table. Her silver hair is slicked back, framing a face that exudes years of wisdom and experience. Her Bordeaux-coloured shawl billows behind her as she glides, catching the gentle breeze her steps create. She pauses behind Price’s chair and reveals the reason behind today’s masterclass: an undercover operation.

“In the world of espionage, where appearances can mean the difference between life and death,” she says in a soft voice, “the art of etiquette becomes a weapon, a shield, and,” she concludes, resting her hand on Price’s shoulder, “your ticket to survival.”

“Bollocks.”

All eyes are drawn to the far end of the table, where a shadowy figure prefers to go unnoticed but isn’t afraid to express doubts. The only visible sign of life is a hand fidgeting with the butterknife.

“I beg your pardon, Lieutenant.” Lady Theodora says, and Ghost leans forward, revealing his unmasked—and visibly annoyed—face.

“We’re soldiers, not knights,” he claims. “Teaching us how to use all these,” he says, motioning to the various utensils before him, “is a waste of time, both yours and mine.”

Lady Theodora regards him gently as if looking at a child throwing a tantrum. She smiles and walks behind him, gripping the back of his chair.

“You seem quite certain of your own competence and doubtful of mine, Mr Riley,” she says, amused.

Ghost tilts his head to the side, partially facing her.

“With all due respect, Lady Theodora,” he replies, “I don’t believe you fully comprehend how such missions operate.”

Lady Theodora lets a light chuckle as she moves closer to Ghost’s face.

“My record of 25 confirmed kills, three of which were accomplished with a butterknife like the one in your hand, might suggest otherwise,” she admits. “Now, would you kindly move your seat forward, Lieutenant? I’ll show you how to act like a proper gentleman.”

Ghost’s Adam’s apple bobbles as he swallows hard. He returns the butterknife to its original position and pushes his chair forward with Lady Theodora’s help.

Gaz clears his throat and looks at Soap.

“Imagine her dinner parties,” he whispers so Price doesn’t hear him, “they must be perfectly executed.”

“Bet she makes a killer soufflé,” Soap whispers back.

You look at them and mutter, “You two are beyond help.” Unfortunately, it’s your own comment that catches Price’s attention this time, and he gives you a stern warning to behave.

“Let’s get started,” Lady Theodora says. “Projecting confidence and grace requires proper posture: sit up straight, shoulders back, and imagine a string pulling you upward from the crown of your head.”

You all adjust your posture, attempting to imitate Lady Theodora. Ghost used to a more relaxed posture, finds it difficult to maintain the required formality. His broad shoulders hunch forward, and he struggles to keep his legs straight.

“Excellent,” Lady Theodora remarks, catching Ghost’s struggle but choosing not to comment further. “Next, we shall delve into the art of dining. Each utensil on the table has a specific purpose, and it is essential to use them correctly.”

She points to the array of utensils laid out before you. Multiple forks, knives, and spoons of various sizes and shapes make the sight overwhelming.

“The outermost utensils are for the earlier courses, while the inner ones are for the later ones.” Lady Theodora says, “It’s like unwrapping a gift, one course at a time.”

You all nod and place the napkin on your lap to begin the process.

Ghost’s ingrained military habits take over when food is served, causing him to devour it quickly. He shovels forkfuls of food into his mouth without looking up and barely pausing to chew.

“Mr Riley,” Lady Theodora addresses Ghost, who shoots his head up to look at her. “I understand the military inclination to eat fast, but we must remember that the food isn’t going anywhere. Take your time, savour each bite, and enjoy your meal, please.”

“Sorry ’bout that.” Ghost mumbles with his mouth full.

Lady Theodora raises an eyebrow. “Mr Riley, it is impolite to speak with your mouth full,” she reminds him. “Please, swallow your food before continuing.”

Ghost swallows and clears his throat. “Apologies, Lady Theodora,” he mutters.

Lady Theodora smiles and nods at Ghost’s response. “Very well, Lieutenant Riley,” she says. “Remember, dining is about more than just the food; it’s also about the company and the experience.”

As the training continues, you witness Soap’s attempts to initiate a proper conversation, only to subconsciously bring up military strategies. Gaz, on the other hand, struggles with small talk and, when asked about his hobbies, blurts out his love of explosions.

“Kerosene is one hell of a—”

“No kerosene talk on the table, Sergeant,” Lady Theodora interrupts. “How about we talk about something more appropriate, like, for example, what did you do today?”

“You’re not going to like it.” He replies.

“Did it involve kerosene?” She asks and receives multiple excited nods from Gaz.

Ghost forgets about his napkin while using the finger bowl and instinctively flicks his hands to dry them. Droplets of water scatter across the table, and Lady Theodora steps forward with a calm smile. She retrieves his napkin and hands it to him. “Remember, Lieutenant,” she whispers, “the napkin is your ally.”

Throughout this ordeal, Price seems to be the only one who already has a natural fluidity in his movements. Like he already knows about etiquette.

You compliment his impeccable manners, but Lady Theodora intervenes before Price can respond.

“Oh, that’s because the Captain already received my services a few years ago,” she reveals, winking.

Price, caught off guard, coughs and sputters, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. After regaining his composure, he clears his throat and grins.

“Yes, well, Lady Theodora’s guidance has been, um, invaluable,” he manages to say and lowers his gaze to his plate. Gaz raises an eyebrow, and Soap gives a sly smile.

With the etiquette training completed, Price gracefully positions his utensils on his plate and folds his napkin. Lady Theodora hands him a file stack, which he distributes to you.

“These files contain detailed background information for your assigned roles,” he explains. “Study them carefully; familiarise yourselves with the personas you will embody, and don’t worry; with Lady Theodora’s help, you’ll have plenty of time to learn how to carry yourselves.”

He watches you all as you take hold of your respective files, scanning the pages and absorbing the details that will shape your performances.

“Gaz, within those pages, you’ll uncover the roadmap to shape your tech persona, along with essential contacts and valuable industry insights,” Price declares.

“A startup entrepreneur,” Gaz mutters and nods, “nice.”

“Soap,” Price continues, “your file contains the lineage and history of an alleged oil tycoon family; you’ll assume the identity of their sole son and heir to the business.”

“Why do I get the oil-moneyed spoiled brat?” Soap protests, “Gaz is the one obsessed with fossil fuel!”

Price looks at Lady Theodora, silently begging her to take the lead.

“Focus on embodying the demeanour of an heir, Sergeant MacTavish,” she comforts Soap. “Acquiring in-depth knowledge of the business is not a top priority now.”

Finally, Price shifts his focus to you and Ghost. His voice softens, and a smile appears on his lips.

“As for the two of you,” he says, “your assignment requires a convincing portrayal of a couple.”

You and Ghost exchange a brief look before returning your focus to the files in your hands.

“Laswell will provide you with a forged marriage certificate and photos of your alleged relationship,” Price continues. “The documents will serve as tangible proof if the need to validate your connection arises.”

“Any chance to let us know who or what we’re after?” Gaz asks, and Price shakes his head.

“Baby steps, Sergeant; we’re waiting for Laswell to give us more intel,” he explains, “but as far as we know, we’re dealing with people who can buy their way out of some very sketchy shit.”

“Language, Captain.” Lady Theodora reminds him.

“Please accept my sincere apologies, Theodora,” he says and turns to Gaz. “I meant sketchy things, Sergeant.”

As they continue discussing the mission, your mind wanders on the latest information. Ghost’s partner? How? You look at the file and then back at Ghost. You see Lady Theodora walking behind Ghost’s chair and leaning close to his ear. She looks at you and whispers to him.

“I told you, Lieutenant,” she says, “I’ll mould you into a proper gentleman.”

Ghost turns to face you as well. “I’m afraid that’s impossible, Lady Theodora,” he replies.

But Lady Theodora smiles and touches his shoulder, “Oh, you’ll see, Mr Riley—you’re my gift to unwrap, one course at a time.”

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Part 2 ->

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luvangelbreak · 1 month

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Deprived | Twenty

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 matthew sturniolo x layla venita (female!oc) summary: everyone knows the story of the bad boy and the good girl but what happens when the school's most popular boy, Matthew Sturniolo, and the girl who notoriously is never there, Layla Venita, cross paths. warnings: swearing, smoking, suggestive? word count: 3.3k a/n: this series has been longer than I anticipated but I'm living for the slow burn so it's gonna be a while till we're done folks.

pov: layla

I spent the next week couped in my room, refusing to leave as I quickly smoked the bag of weed Wes had given me. Allie had messaged me in concern multiple times and I finally built up the courage to reply to her a day after her last message.

Allie <3 Monday hey girl are you okay? matt has been off all day 1:30pm Tuesday if u wanna talk im here <3 5:37pm Wednesday im getting concerned pls message me if u need anything 3:47pm

You sorry just havent been feeling good im okay just need time alone 10:21pm

Allie <3 im sorry :(10:23pm

You its okay i'll be at school tmrw 10:27pm

Allie <3 okay! see ya then <3 10:28pm

I locked my phone and threw it lazily on the bed beside me, rolling over to face the wall where my window was cracked open. I was glad my dad was out tonight, having to deal with him for over a week straight was draining and I felt like it didn't benefit my self-loathing in any way. I sighed as my mind always travelled back to the look on Matt's face, the pure hurt in his eyes that I knew I caused.

Part of me was glad he hadn't messaged or tried to talk to me. It meant that I could push him away if I wanted to. I did just that without even consciously meaning to. I got scared and made it his fault in my brain but as I continued rotting in my bed, I realised I hurt him more than I ever meant to. It wasn't his fault that I was afraid of someone being close, it wasn't his fault that I let something so small set me off. I needed to make him realise it wasn't his fault and I was just not used to the affection and accommodation he offered me daily.

I barely slept over the past week and this night was no different. My alarm went off in the early hours of the morning and I knew I had slept a total of 4 hours from the way my brain had constantly been reeling. I dragged myself out of bed and trudged into the bathroom. I took an extra long shower to attempt to rid the disgust I felt towards myself.

After scrubbing my entire body head to toe, I jumped out of the shower and walked to my room. My entire body felt heavy and I felt tears prick my eyes when I looked over to the pink sweater that was still laying over my bag. I picked it up, realising it was the only clean sweater I had since I hadn't been bothered with laundry. I quickly slid it over my head before sliding on my black sweatpants and combat boots. I slid my leather jacket over the top, not bothering with any makeup as I lazily tied my now damp hair into a low ponytail. I grabbed my bag, quickly sprayed on some perfume and grabbed my phone off of my bedside table.

I quickly exited my house without food or water in my stomach and as I began walking down the road, I decided to light one of the last few cigarettes I had pre-rolled. I grabbed my headphones from my bag, slid one into my ear and plugged them into my phone. I clicked shuffle on one of my playlists and I let my feet drag on the asphalt as I slowly made my way down the streets of Massachusetts.

After an hour, I finally arrived in the parking lot of the school and I scanned the cars, my eyes landing where I saw the familiar silver minivan. I paused, letting out a heavy breath as I collected myself and began walking to the group of people in front of the car.

Nate was the first to notice me and he just looked at me with no expression before he turned back to the group. As I got closer I noticed the fact that Mia was standing beside Matt with her head leaned on his shoulder, his arm wrapped around her back lazily and I felt a pang of pure jealousy run through me. I tried to shake it off as I got closer, knowing I had no right to be mad about it right now since I was the one who caused the riff between the brown-haired boy and myself.

"Speak of the devil," I heard Nick say when his eyes caught mine and I was a few feet away, standing uncomfortably as I looked between all of them. All of their heads turned to look at me, Allie being the only one who didn't seem like they were looking right through me.

"Matt, can I talk to you?" I asked quietly as I didn't dare to meet his eyes yet and there was an uncomfortable silence that fell over us, "Please."

"About what?" he asked, his tone short and I looked up to see his face completely expressionless but his eyes held such hurt and aggravation that it felt like it cut right through me.

"Last week," I mumbled, ignoring the pain in my chest of seeing Mia looking at me with a slight smirk. I focused in on the boy I had hurt, his blue eyes piercing in the sunlight.

"Now?" he questioned, not taking his eyes off of me and I just looked at him, the judgement of his friends radiating off of them. He sighed heavily before swinging his arm out from around Mia and I felt a weight lifted off of my shoulders but there was still a pressure on my chest, "I'll be back."

I looked at the ground as he pushed away from the hood of the minivan and he walked past me. I followed behind him, not daring to look back at his friends as we walked to the back of the parking lot before he stopped to face me.

He didn't say anything for a moment as I looked up at him and he scanned me head to toe before murmuring, "That's my sweater."

"Yeah. I left it on my bag all week but I didn't have any clean hoodies for today," I explained and he hummed as I picked at the skin around my fingers, my nails too short to bite now that I had been picking at them all week. I nervously chewed on my lip before I said, "I'm sorry."

"It took you a week to say that?" he asked, his voice quiet but his words laced with pain.

"I didn't mean to hurt you. I know I reacted to what you said horribly but I just-" I cut myself off as I took a breath and looked down at the gravel below us, "I haven't had anyone take care of me the way you do. It scares me. I'm sorry."

I squeezed my eyes closed, chewing on my bottom lip far more aggressively than I intended but my heart raced as I waited for his response. I felt his hand fall under my chin and he lifted my face to look up at him, noticing now that he was slightly closer to me. He used his thumb to gently pull my lip away from my teeth as I fidgeted with the hem of the pink sweater.

"Why didn't you just talk to me?" he asked, his tone softening as he looked down at me and I shrugged dumbly.

"I am bad at talking about that sorta stuff," I answered quietly, my throat closing from the sadness that invaded my body as I looked up at him. I had no right to be upset right now, I was the one who fucked up and made this so difficult, but I felt guilt invade my entire body when I realised I didn't want to push him away. It was habit and I was always bad at breaking them.

"Don't do that again," he demanded softly and I pursed my lips as I pushed my sadness down the best I could as tears sprung to my eyes, "Or I swear to god I won't talk to you again and I don't want to stop talking to you. Ever."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to push you away. I just don't know how to deal with everything I'm feeling and I know it's shitty but I promise I'm trying. I have no right to be sad right now because this is my fault but I feel so horrible for making you upset. You deserve so much more than that and if I can't give that to you I understand if you don't want me to be around anymore," I rambled out all of my feelings and conflicting voices in my head but I was cut off by his lips on mine.

I paused for a moment to register what was happening before my body melted into his, his arms wrapping around my lower back as I snaked my arms around his neck. I pulled him into me, missing the way his body felt against my own more than I anticipated. It felt like a breath of fresh air after being stuck in my room for the past week with smoke-filled lungs. He gripped my hips, pulling me impossibly closer to him as I tangled my hands in his hair before he pulled away to breathe for a moment.

"You're an idiot," he mumbled before he leaned back in to kiss me gently again.

"I know," I mumbled against his lips and he ran his tongue against my rough lips, the sting of his saliva hitting the open splits on my lips from chewing them. I hissed and pulled away as he looked down at me.

"You need to stop biting your lip," he muttered as his eyes travelled all around my face, "And stop picking your nails. You're not gonna have any left soon."

"I've been stressed the past week. I can't help it," I whispered as I looked up at him in awe. I had forgotten the pure oxytocin that ran through my system when I was with him and I refused to let it go again.

"Pretty girl," he gave me a sympathetic look and I shook my head as I pulled away from his face slightly, my arms still slung over his shoulders.

"Don't feel bad. This was my doing and I will make it up to you," I answered sternly and his face broke into a small smile. I sighed, the weight being lifted off of my chest now and my body tingled with joy.

"All I'm asking is that you talk to me next time," he whispered, leaning down to place a peck on my lips and I let it linger before I pulled back and nodded.

"I will try," I scratched the nape of his neck lightly and he bit his bottom lip as my face dropped, "Don't look at me like that before we have to go inside. I'll drive us back to your house right now."

"I don't see you for a week and you're ready to jump my bones already," he chuckled and I raised my eyebrows.

"How else can I make it up to you, ya know?" I joked as let my mouth form into a smirk and he shook his head as he pursed his lips, "Does this mean I can come to your game this week?"

"Of course baby," he smiled down at me and I felt the butterflies erupt in my stomach again, promising not only him but myself to never let myself ruin this again.

"By the way," I let my right hand trail from his neck to his chest, playing with the necklace that sat comfortably on his collarbones, "Allie's brother was just dropping me home. He tried to flirt with me but I shut it down. I wasn't lying about that."

"I know. I overreacted. I'm sorry about that," he said softly and I shook my head, twiddling the pendant between my fingers as I looked up at him.

"I know how it looked. I would've been just as upset. You don't need to apologise for it," I mumbled, trying hard to convey my feelings as best I could to which he didn't respond verbally. He instead placed another kiss against my lips and smiled against me as he squeezed my hips.

"Matt!" I heard Chris's voice call from only a few feet away and we both broke apart to look over at him, "You guys done? We gotta go to class."

"I forgot about that," I joked and Chris just gave me a deadpanned look as Matt chuckled.

"We'll be there in a sec," he called to his brother who just rolled his eyes and spun around to walk back to his friends, "They're more pissed at you than I was."

"I can tell," I mumbled as I watched their eyes pour directly into me, "Allie messaged me though."

"She was the only one defending you," he told me honestly and I hummed as I looked back up to him, "I'll talk to them."

"Don't sugarcoat it. You can tell them I'm a dumbass who doesn't know how to deal with her emotions," I stated and he shook his head with a smile, placing a kiss on the top of my head before swinging his arm over my shoulders.

"Come on," he said nodding towards the group and I hesitantly began walking with him by my side. Their eyes stayed glued to us as we approached and Mia gave me nothing but a scowl with her arms crossed, "Chill out. We talked about it."

"That didn't seem like talking," Mia spat and I remained silent, letting Matt handle the situation as I looked at Allie who gave me a sympathetic smile.

"Don't Mia," Matt deadpanned and she only scoffed with a roll of her eyes, "We talked about it and I don't wanna hear it."

"Only took you a week," Nate raised his eyebrows as he spoke and he looked at me. I pursed my lips while glancing between them.

"At least it happened," Matt retorted before the bell rang and he sighed, "We'll talk about it later. Let's go."

He began walking with his arm around my shoulder still and I followed suit, Chris moving to stand on the other side of Matt as everyone else followed behind. We made our way to our classes and once we sat down, a weight fell back on my chest.

Not only did I have to make it up to Matt, I had to win back his brothers and his friends.

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Pretty boy where did u go?? 12:23pm

You 🚬 be there in a minute 12:24pm

I locked my phone, sliding it into my pocket as I finished off my cigarette, throwing it onto the ground before I wedged it into the ground with my boot. I made my way back inside and straight to the cafeteria where I saw the group of friends sitting together.

"Hey," Allie beamed as she scooted closer to Mia to make space between her and Matt for me to sit. I smiled at her as I swung my legs over the bench and sat down. Matt placed his arm around my lower back as he continued his conversation with Nick.

"I don't want to wear a tie. That's why I got the red shirt," Matt groaned and Nick gave him a deadpanned look.

"It's prom. You're supposed to look fancy with a tie," Nick stated and Matt ran a hand across his face.

"We're all wearing a tie. Don't be a bitch," Nate pointed out and I tuned them out as Allie tapped my shoulder to gain my attention.

"You okay?" she asked quietly and I nodded with a hum.

"Yeah. Thank you for checking on me," I answered in a hushed tone and she shrugged with her sunshine smile that warmed my heart to know she wasn't annoyed with me.

"Of course. That's what friends are for," she said casually before she turned back to listen to the group conversation. I let her words hang over my head like a cloud.

That's what friends are for.

I don't remember the last time I had a genuine friend and her simple words struck me right in my heart. She had always been kind to me and from the moment we talked, she had been such a light in my life. I realised I not only wanted to share my emotions and feelings with Matt but also with Allie to show her that I appreciated her.

I wanted to be better for both of them.

"How long do we have to stay there?" Chris whined as he threw his head onto the table dramatically and Allie rolled her eyes.

"You're acting like you're being held hostage. If you don't wanna go it's fine," Allie responded, her tone quietening at the end and I could sense the slight sadness at Chris's distaste for prom.

"Al, I told you I'm going and I'll stick to that. I just don't wanna be there for five hours," he lifted his head up to look at her and she shrugged, eyes glancing at the table.

"We can leave early and go back to my house," she offered and Chris's mouth broke into a smile as he nodded.

"Works for me," he said triumphantly before sitting up again, resting his elbows on the table in front of him.

"How are we getting there?" Mia asked, looking around at the group and I just sat there in silence, deciding to go along with whatever plan I knew Allie had already set up.

"Meet up at my house at five thirty so we can take photos and make sure we have everything and then we will leave at like six-thirty to get to the hotel," Allie explained the plan and everyone seemed to hum along in agreement. I felt Matt's arm snake further around my back as he scooted closer to me.

"How are we getting there?" Nick asked and Allie smiled as she adjusted her ponytail.

"I got us a limo," she announced happily and Mia showed her first sign of happiness of the day as she squealed excitedly, "You guys won't drink right?"

Matt and his brothers shook their heads with a firm no and Allie turned to look at me and I shrugged, "Depends on what it is."

"Bottle of champagne in the limo?" Mia asked Allie and Allie nodded causing Mia's smile to widen.

"You're dad won't arrest us if we drink?" Nate asked, the half-hearted joke not landing well with Mia as she rolled her eyes.

"Not if he doesn't know," she pointed out with a slight smirk and Nate raised his eyebrows before nodding in agreement.

"Did you find a dress?" Nate asked, turning his attention to me as he attempted to make conversation. I assumed that in the time I'd been in my other classes and was outside Matt had talked to Nate, Chris and Nick since they weren't glaring at me anymore but they still felt slightly standoffish.

"No. I'm just gonna make my own," I explained and he nodded, his smile in a downturned smile.

"Mad impressive that you can do that," he complimented me and I gave him a half-hearted smile as Matt traced circles on my hip with his thumb.

"Thanks. I just hope I can finish it in time," I explained and I could sense Mia's disgust towards me radiating off of her but I was learning to tune her out like I had always done before Matt came into my life.

Suddenly the bell rang for our next classes and everyone began getting up. I stood up from the table before Matt spun me around and kissed my lips gently. I froze for a moment, shocked at the fact he did that in the middle of the cafeteria but I quickly reciprocated the action before he pulled away.

"See you after school pretty girl," he smirked at me before he walked away and I stood still for a moment as I watched him walk away with Nick, Chris, Nate and Mia.

"You guys are so fucking cute it makes me want to throw up," Allie rolled her eyes playfully beside me and I looked around to see people staring at me once again. I pursed my lips, my cheeks tinging red as I hid a smile and shook my head before I began walking out of the cafeteria.

tags:

@dsturniolo @chrisstankyleg @lov3bug @pinklittleflower @thatcrazybitch-69 @trinity2058 @alorsxsturn @chrizznmetswife @ilovechrissturniolo1 @leprechaunbirthdaygirl @sturnfix @lilsstvrn @sturniololol @sturniolowhore @jebbie-project-blog @jaxyy219

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the-s1lly-corner · 6 months

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TADC cast x supportive!reader (platonic)

except its hyper specific and applies to my oc specifically because i need a little pick me up today reader is like the circus members anchor as well as a generally serving as a support system and has been in the circus for a while. havent decided on how long but definitely getting close to kinger in terms of how long theyve been stuck. kind of gives off dad energy have not shared the oc here on this blog but i have shared them elsewhere, wont say where because im embarrassed </3 this was originally gonna be a ship chart dynamic but im too tired to draw everyone plus this feels more fun using 'you/your' pronouns for the reader even though its an oc so you guys can at least like, insert yourself REMINDER requests are closed, this is a personal request from myself. any requests sent now will not be answered even after they reopen. please respect that and understand that requests are closed

CAINE:

saved caine for last (yes i know hes the first one in the list hush i dont actually write these in order) i think you and him would have friendly back and forth banter. youve accepted your place in the digital circus long ago so you dont see much point in trying to interrogate him for information on a possible exit. and sure, i dont know if caine can abstract, but i think he enjoys the conversations between the two of you... that said, given how accepting you are with everything as well as having a "roll with it" outlook on the digital world, he probably uses you as plot stuff and props for IHA; be it as a false hostage or as a means to progress the adventure... definitely has a soft spot for you, i think... jax and bubble have a dark bet on when you will finally abstract/j

RAGATHA:

ah yes the optimistic duo, the hopeful pals, the sillies. you two are probably the main reason why everyone else is... mostly... fine, i mean i think having someone be so friendly and open cane make things a little easier for other people. as well as this you two mutually lean on each other for support and uplift one another when things get tough. i mention it in kingers part, but you too are also afraid of bugs but you would help ragatha clear her room of centipedes in a heartbeat, even going as far as to collect them with your bare hands.. so uh... take that as a testament to yalls friendship

JAX:

now im a little stumped on this one because i really dont think the "reader" would be buddy buddy with jax... or maybe they would be... hmm.. on one hand i can see them scolding him for pushing his pranks 'too far' (ex. the ragatha centipede thing, assuming he actually did it), but i can also see a "supportive figure and rebellious kid" dynamic. except jax isnt a kid but you are old enough be his dad, probably.. i think ill just leave that here since i dont have any other ideas

POMNI:

youve been here for a while, so i think naturally pomni would gravitate towards you in order for possible solutions and escape routes, perhaps she would approach kinger, too... but this isnt about kinger </3. fine line between outright shattering their hope but also instilling it, neither are great options... one can lead to despair and the other to obsession; both will lead to abstraction... but theres also the fact none of your past attempts at escape had been successful, nor did you ever find any leads. as for actual potential friendship i think you would take the same route as ragatha in the pilot; show her around and explain things to her in a fairly digestible way. as well as this you tend to gravitate towards her during her first IHA until she gets the hang of them; typically making sure she doesnt get lost or hurt, as well as giving her pointers that could help with the task at hand

KINGER:

writing kinger first, you guys are like the dads of the circus. you more so because you still have a decent hold of yourself. you were there when queener/queenie abstracted, and you were there for kinger during the still on going grieving process. as for actually friendship ideas, you two just sit and talk to one another. thats it, really. i could go on about all the things you two do together, and i probably would since kinger is my favorite and this post is literally about my oc... but i truly dont see these two getting up to anything insane outside of IHA. kinger needs someone to help him fill the silence, and you would be there. and vice versa, i think... bonus, you dont like bugs but you still grin and bare it while listening to kinger rattle on about his cool bug facts... i think that would be nice..

ZOOBLE:

optimistic dad who likes fishing and moody teen who bullies kids on roblox. thats literally the dynamic, except again, zooble is an adult and the reader has no kids... but hey its the same energy. tries to get zooble to engage with IHA but not in a pushy way but more in like... an inviting them to pair with them for comfort and security kind of way. sure you understand that they dont like them because theyre just so over everything but you want them to be included, especially since the IHA are meant to stimulate your minds and keep you guys grounded

GANGLE:

honestly i think you just adopt half of the cast at this point, the only people who arent your kids are ragatha caine and kinger... everyone else gets passed around in split custody/j now onto gangle, you probably try to give her peptalks to make her feel better as well as fixing her comedy mask anytime it breaks. as well as this i think you and her sit down and do arts n crafts together, perhaps even making new masks altogether... i like to think gangle hears a few... things about the others and knows things since shes so quiet and in the background so theres definitely some 'gossip' between the two of you... but not in a shit talking way, no i dont think either of you are like that, rather more so just talking about the others

BONUS STUFF:

you call gangle, zooble, jax, and pomni generic 'dad nicknames' so like. think sport, champ, bud, pal. stuff like that, with varying reactions... i think gangle wouldnt fight it and actually appreciates it. zooble scoffs and rolls their eyes, jax plays into it while loudly and obnoxiously calling you dad. (whenever you ask him to do something he loudly goes like "okay DAAAAAAD" before likely not doing the thing that was asked of him), pomni is just confused really since shes not all that used to it. huh. guess youre a dad of 4 now

you and ragatha tend to clean up after the others, leaving you two alone and you guys just. talk as you clean. probably do impressions of the others in a really comical and dramatic as well as exchanging stories

you and kinger hunt for new pillows to add to his fort. you try to coax him into stepping out of the tent and explore the grounds, so far you're unsuccessful

touching on the gossip thing from gangles part caine probably tries to ask you for some "juicy drama" about the others. who is having issues with her, whos crushing on who, stuff like that... i think caine would try to play matchmaker if there actually is someone who has a crush on someone else... this goes for the current cast as well as those who have come and gone from the digital circus (cough cough abstracted)

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #jax x reader #caine x reader #pomni x reader #ragatha x reader #kinger x reader #zooble x reader #gangle x reader

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Even more Trolls 3 incorrect quotes while we wait for the movie

This one’s for the gays 😎 (Ft gay moments with Venner and my Oc)

John Dory: but I’m right

Baby Branch: but your wrong

John Dory: but I’m right

Baby Branch: but your wrong!

John Dory: that’s why your the slowest out of all of us

Baby Branch: that’s why you don’t have a girlfriend

John Dory: I’m about to end your whole career, you do know Santa Claus isn’t really right?

Baby Branch: what?

Floyd: why would you tell him that?

John Dory: he had it coming, he had it coming!

Baby Branch: grandma! Grandma!

John Dory: no don’t go crying to grandma!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Val: you ever talk about your emotions Laguna?

Laguna: no

Synth: I do!

Val: I know Synth

Synth: I’m sad

Val: I know

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Veneer: *exists*

Aven: *gay panic*

Aven: *exists*

Veneer: *gay panic*

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Clay: *holding a ice cream blizzard upside down* this sh*t really just like, I mean like I’m just like in awe, I mean this sh*t don’t fall out like-

*it falls out* Clay: *gasp* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ *During the end of World Tour* Peppy: you weren’t afraid of his world, you believed that things could change

Poppy: yeah, so does this mean you won’t keep anymore mind blowing secrets from me right?

Peppy: …

Poppy: right?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Veneer: hey, let’s watch Shark Boy and Lava girl

Aven: sure

Veneer: and make out at the scary parts

Aven: th- the scary parts…of Shark Boy and Lava girl

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Branch: nothing in life is free

Poppy: love is free!

John Dory: adventure is free!

Spruce: knowledge is free

Barb: anything is free if you take it without paying

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Veneer: I wasn’t that crazy!

Aven: last night you tried to color my face with a yellow highlighter cause you said I was important

Veneer sobbing: but you are!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Veneer: I just wanted to say, I just got you a girlfriend

Velvet: I don’t want a girlfriend-I’m not gay!

Veneer: yes you are

Velvet: I don’t want a girlfriend!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Shallow: everyone has a gay friend

Aven: I don’t have any gay friends

Aven: *realization* oh sh*- I am the gay friend, oh my gosh

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ John Dory: they say one in four people is gay

Clay: well your not gay, Spruce isn’t gay, I’m not gay

John Dory, Clay, Spruce: *looks at Floyd*

Floyd: …

#trolls band together #trolls 3 #dreamworks trolls #trolls #trolls veneer #trolls floyd #memes #ocs #incorrect quotes #trolls brozone #trolls poppy #trolls velvet #lgbtq #This ones for the gays #oc x canon

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Maybe pt. 5

Pairing: Norm MacLean X Female Reader or OC if you squint

Former friends to a relationship?

Life is pretty easy in Vault 33 until you're trying to rekindle a former friendship and Raiders attack. Now, our main characters are trying to navigate newfound feelings, all while undercovering the mysteries of Vault 33. Stay tuned. Follows the main storyline of season 1; some events may be reordered for plot.

Something seems off with these dwellers from 32, what's their deal? Time for our favorite couple to find out.

Part 1 Here

Part 2 Here

Part 3 Here

Part 4 Here

Norm knew why he was sitting alone at a table of mainly residents from Vault 32, but that didn’t mean he had to like it. He’d much rather be conversing with his family or (Y/N). Hell, he’d take even Chet, who he was sure would go on about his infatuation with his sister. He’d prefer that level of awkwardness to the awkwardness associated with playing host because he was the Overseer’s son. He wasn’t cut out for this.

He looks up from the table and across the atrium to see your eyes locked on him, he offers back a wave to break your concentration on him. You return the gesture with a beaming smile. His heart thumps a little quicker. You’ve had that effect on him lately. He’s not quite sure when his feelings evolved past friendship-maybe back then, maybe in the last couple of weeks- but there’s no denying them now. He was hopeful that you felt the same; some of your interactions with him seemed more than friendly, flirty even. He just couldn’t be sure he wasn’t projecting his desires onto these situations.

His dad steps up to the stage to deliver his remarks. Thank Goodness. He was eager for any excuse to leave his assigned table.

“Good evening, and welcome to the proud denizens of Vault 32. We are bonded not just as neighbors but by a shared duty. To keep the candle of civilization lit. While the rest of the world has been cast into darkness.”

Norm can’t help but turn his attention from his father to the Overseer at his table; her intense focus on his dad’s words seemed out of place. What was her deal?

“Soon, if our measurements are correct, radiation levels on the surface are dropping fast enough that the next generation, Lucy and Monty’s children, will be able to recolonize.”

The atrium fills with cheers and applause from those in Vault 33 jumpsuits. The 32s seem less enthusiastic about the concept of recolonization. Was he reading too much into this? He feared the surface; maybe these people did, too. Perhaps he’d fit in better if he were in Vault 32.

“After 200 years, we don’t know much about what’s up there: desperation, violence, lawlessness. These survivors will need to be shown a better way. I’ll admit sometimes I’m afraid that mean old world will change us instead. But then I look at my daughter, who’s such a beautiful bride, and her new husband. And I am not afraid. I feel hope. To Lucy MacLean. And to this marriage. And to hope!”

The actual celebration could begin with the closing of his father’s remark. The music started, and everyone was soon captivated by the sweetness of the father-daughter dance. His dad and Lucy swayed back and forth to the sounds of “Some Enchanted Evening” emitting from the jukebox on stage. After a few moments, the two broke away. Norm knew what was coming next; this was typical of his family. His dad and sister plead for him to join them on the dancefloor. He begrudgingly concedes it was his sister’s wedding day after all.

Now, the three embraced and rocked back and forth on the dancefloor. At this moment, Norm was grateful for the bond he shared with his family. Through all the teasing between siblings and the disapproving glances from his father, they loved each other very genuinely, and moments like this one were the manifestation of that.

As they broke apart, Lucy went to tousle his hair affectionately. He noticed her eyes widen at something across the room as she did. Lucy motioned at someone, and Norm followed her gaze. Please no. But it was already too late. Lucy was closing the distance towards (Y/N). The two excitedly embraced. Hopefully, they were just exchanging congratulations. They were friends, after all. Norm watches as Lucy whispers something to you, and suddenly, the pair is heading back in his direction. Lucy, what did you say? Norm thinks as he puts his hand up his forehead while his dad nudges him with his elbow.

“I saw (Y/N) by herself on the edge of the dancefloor and thought someone might like to invite her to dance.” That someone was him, apparently, as Lucy offered (Y/N)’s hand to Norm.

“I’d be happy to,” he replies. Norm was frustrated that his sister had to be one to ask you but wasn’t about to lose the opportunity to dance with you. With a surge of confidence, he takes hold of your hand to lead you onto the dance floor, making a little show of pulling you into position in his arms. He was hoping it impressed you.

“Sorry about that,” he confesses to you after a few moments, shooting his sister a steely glance as he does. She didn’t need to confirm that he was too chicken to ask a girl to dance. “You know how she can be when she gets an idea in her head—unrelenting.”

“I don’t mind; I was actually hoping you’d ask. Your sister just guaranteed the odds.”

Norm smiles, looking up into your eyes. You wanted to be here with him. That was enough. He eases into the moment, focusing on his dance steps and trying to burn every aspect of this into his memory. The way your perfume lingered in his nose, how your body felt leaning into his, the beating of your heart in rhythm with the music—he wants to remember it all.

The sound of a throat clearing behind him brings Norm back to reality. Please don’t let it be someone else wanting to cut in. Turning around, it was just his father, but he did come bringing bad news. “Sorry, I will need to steal Norm away for a second,” the Overseer states as he places a hand on Norm’s shoulder. “Just one family photo, and I’ll give him back,” he reassures (Y/N) with a wink.

“Not a problem,” you reply. Norm believes he can detect disappointment in your tone.

“Find you after.” Norm declares, keeping a loose grasp on your hand as the two of you pull away. He wasn’t ready to let go just yet.

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You set up camp by the main stage to people-watch and wait for Norm to return from his family obligations. Initially, you hoped to catch some laughable moments from your neighbors of Vault 33. There was just something about weddings that brought out peoples’ impulsive natures. Still, it was the behaviors of the residents of Vault 32 you couldn’t look away from.

Not even Norm’s presence back in the main ceremony space shifted your attention. Soon, he was slotted into the spot next to you on stage. You assumed he must have picked up on your body language and noticed precisely who you were observing because, without any prompting, he spoke up and asked, “Is it just me, or are the Vault 32 dwellers just a little …”

“Off?” you offer, not giving him a chance to finish.

“I noticed it first while my dad was giving his remarks; their Overseer seemed to be picking apart every word,” he said, replaying the interactions in his mind.

Without warning, he hops down to his feet from the stage and turns to you, offering his hand. “Come on.”

You take hold without a second thought. “Where are we going?”

“I think we need to explore how the other side lives.”

The two of you set off in the same direction you returned from hours ago, trying to act inconspicuously. Hopefully, the sight of two young people walking off holding hands gave a different impression than the reality of snooping around Vault 32.

Hands still interlocked, you make your way down the vault corridor, the sounds of the party in the atrium fading into the background, faintly echoing down the metal hallway. As you approach the end of the hallway, the vault door welcoming you to 32 is still open and rolled off to the side. There are no guards; all seems completely ordinary. You look to Norm and nod, confirming your commitment to enter and cross the threshold hand in hand.

The sight that greets you immediately sets off alarm bells. A breathless “Whoa” was all you could manage. Norm stays quiet, taking it in, only offering a squeeze of your hand as reassurance.

Vault 32’s primary outdoor space appears before you in stark contrast to 33’s. The Vault’s wheat crop is laid out across the atrium as a sea of decayed brown, brittle, and rotting wheat. Their Overseer mentioned a blight that had wiped out their supply, but seeing the scene before you was chilling. How did these people survive?

Continuing further into Vault 32’s atrium, you have to watch your step to avoid pieces of furniture grouped together in small huddles. The lack of lighting makes this task more difficult. Was there no power? Norm provides a steady arm as you two navigate the miniature obstacle course before you.

“Something isn’t right,” he vocalizes as he helps you avoid the plastic lawn chairs and bedding blocking the small opening to the remainder of the living area of the Vault. You’ve now moved both hands to grasp onto his bicep and forearm as you walked, nervous about the potential jump-scare awaiting around every corner.

The Vault’s living area seemed worse than the atrium, with equipment and furniture strewn haphazardly into the hallways, tables overturned, and trash littering the floor. Yet you continued. Curiosity drove each step forward while the heartbeat creeping up into your throat signaled to turn back.

“Hello?” Norm calls out as the two round a corner into one of the disheveled nursery rooms.

Panic strikes you when you realize he was calling out to what looks to be a person occupying a chair in a room ahead of you. What are they still doing in here? Panic then turns to horror when you get a better look at the occupant in the chair. The sight of the rotten, decayed skin leaves no room for interpretation, sending you and Norm scurrying to get back to Vault 33 in a hurry.

“Stay close,” Norm shouted over his shoulder from his position slightly ahead of you. As you returned down the hallway to get out the way you came, you heard the distant sounds of alarms, screams, and gunshots echoing into Vault 32. Something serious had happened since the two had left.

Norm speeds up and passes the last intersecting hallway before exiting the Vault; however, your escape becomes blocked as a knife-wielding Vault 32 dweller lunges out of the hallway junction in the space separating you from Norm. You react by putting your arms up in defense as the momentum from your body sends you crashing into your attacker, the backs of your forearms making contact with the large knife.

Your scream stops Norm dead in his tracks. He spins around frantically to see the cause of your distress, seeing you bloodied and wrestling to escape your attacker. He starts back down the hallway to intervene, but the appearance of two more 32s stops him.

“Get after him. I’ve got this,” your attacker encourages, causing the two newcomers to rush down the hallway after Norm.

“Keep going. Don’t look back!” you shout, hoping to prompt Norm to flee as you writhe free, creating space between you and your assailant. Your words have the intended effect as your friend springs to action, taking the additional aggressors out of the corridor with him.

Escaping your attacker's hold, you now need a plan to save your life. Think you need to come up with something, anything! You urge your brain in desperation.

The man comes at you again, lunging through the space between you, trying to make contact with his weapon. You narrowly dodge in time, ungracefully slide rolling to connect with maintenance equipment piled in the hallway's corner, the contact with the floor winding you slightly.

The clanging of metal tools falling on the floor draws your attention and will hopefully give you a chance. You pick up the nearest object, a pipe wrench, you think, and position yourself as your attacker comes at you again. From the ground, you lunge at their legs, knocking them off balance, and, using your body weight, pin them to the floor. It all happened so quickly that they had no time to react. The pipe wrench does the rest of the work. With a two-handed grip, the wrench rises over your head, comes back down, and connects. One. Two. Three. Four times. That was all it took to turn a human head into a bloody pulp.

You breathe out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, and your body relaxes as the adrenaline leaves. You wince, now realizing how bad the damage to your arms was. The gashes were deep and still oozing blood; you had enough medical knowledge to know you needed to treat these wounds ASAP lest you be able to use your arms again. One of the hallway storerooms was your best bet.

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Norm can’t believe he took off down the hallway without a second thought. You were in trouble and needed help, but now he was in trouble sprinting down the connecting corridor with two, who he would assume were raiders hot on his tail. Maybe he could shake these guys and bring back reinforcements. At that thought, he urged his legs to give him more speed.

Thankfully, he was quick, leaving the raiders scrambling to catch up as he exited the corridor and hid low amongst the corn stalks. Upon seeing the chaos in the atrium, that was his new plan. The raiders had descended on anyone in a Vault 33 jumpsuit, killing them indiscriminately and with a level of violence he thought was unimaginable until now.

Norm realizes his best chance at survival is escaping the atrium and hiding somewhere deeper in the vault. He just hoped you were able to do the same. He stays low among the corn and vegetable garden, paying attention to opportunities to make a break. He makes it to the central open space, ducking for cover under a picnic table, hoping for one more chance to clear the room. He has no such luck. A female raider spies him under the table and grabs his legs, pulling him out into the open. This is how I die. The raider pulls Norm up to his knees, intending to silt his throat, and Norm fights back with all the strength he can muster. It’s not going to be enough. Then, suddenly, the raider goes limp, and he can push her body off to the side as she comes crashing down. He didn’t realize what had happened until he was embraced in his sister's arms. Lucy saved him. And now it was Lucy ushering him across the lawn and assisting him into the safety of the bunker. Norm climbs down into the claustrophobic space and turns to do the same for Lucy; at least he can save her. She simply shakes her head–no. She’s not coming down without Dad. She helps Norm shut the bunker door and heads back into the fray.

Norm dwells on one thought in the confided pitch-blackness of the bunker against the backdrop of commotion from above. I let them all down.

#norm maclean #norm maclean x oc #norm maclean x reader #fallout tv series #fallout series #fallout amazon

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After the Night: Chapter 3 (Flashback)

1.5K Words. Alucard X OC!Reader. Reader is non binary with a femme body. AU but contains lore from Castlevania & Castlevania: Nocturne. Takes place during the last episode and goes from there…

Angst, Estranged Lovers AU, Soulmate AU, Alucard is a reclusive, flirtatious snarky brat. Not 18+ yet but following chapters may and will be properly tagged as such. Soundtrack: Glass Animals - Hooves (just for the vibes tbh.)

“Alucard?” You burst outside into the garden, head thrown side to side looking for him. “Alucard!!” You ran about without any sight of him. Did he go to Town? Or did he just take one of those silent man strolls he was prone to doing randomly? You were stunned, confused, you needed to know if this was true.

“You’re about to make me lose my fucking mind…” you growled, your shoulders bunching in animalistic agitation. A letter arrived, a very disheveled letter of warm love and missing of Alucard. How whoever this was missed his kind countenance and thought of their old days traveling. How soon they would be in the area and hoped to see him again, acknowledging he had every right to deny them if he so chose to…since they seemingly left without regard for him. You whip your head to see him breaking through bushes of the forest nearing you.

“Ah,” he said. “Apologies, I was around back and had walked to the river to read. I heard you calling…” in his hand was a massive, beautiful ornate collection of the Divine Comedy, ever the lover of drama to the highest degree. “You sound bothered…” he was worried. He heard from when you began stomping inside to the hard push and whack of the doors opening.

“Yeah, as hell I am!” You were angry. Your eyes staring into him. He didn’t know whether to inquire more…or disappear. Already accustomed but weary of your casual ferocity. “Who the FUCK are Sypha…” which you said mockingly, “and Tretor?! Trevor?” He was absolutely dumbfounded. How did you know about them? Did they show up? Were they here? His heart beat sped up, thumping loudly. Your keen ears caught it, lowering your possessive gaze to leer at him. While you two have not consummated anything, you ended up staying a day, a few more days, then weeks.

Now you could say it was about a month and a half since he decided you weren’t a bother enough to send into the night. This was uncharacteristic of you, somewhat scary to him. He could only muddle his own mind over his yearning for them, how you even knew of them, and why you are so damn upset about it? He wanted to set his hand against your chest to calm you. He would not let them hurt you. He would not suddenly quick you out. He thought you afraid of being abandoned, a soft sweet truly considerate thought.

“Why the Fuck,” you pull out a bunched up and admittedly clawed couple page letter. His heart sank. Was that from them? Why was it in your hands? When did it arrive? What does it say??? Really Trevor and Sypha? His heart yearned soon becoming angered. “You read my correspondence without permission?” There was some heat in his tone. That which you did not appreciate. “I sure fucking did!” Why were you so angry? You had no right. You were nothing more than someone overstaying their welcome. You be well aware you not comparable enough to question him or insult them. He was tired of you for the day.

“Give me that,” he went to snatch the letter from you but you retreated, angrily jumping away from him. “They miss you. They care about you…,” now you were being mean. “Oh how they love you…but alone you are and alone you’ve been…” it was not your place, you wanted to shut up. But how could he care? How could he get mad at you when you could see through this bullshit a mile away. “You call me a swindler?? What in the hell would you consider this!!!” You were absolutely screaming at him now. Thumbing through the pages remembering an especially enraging part. Your voice again mocking the sincerity of the authors. “Oh how we were ignorant to leave you so alone. It is with deep regret we were so selfish and did not consider you.” He wanted to snatch the pages from you as rough as needed. Only he understands…that they mean it. They have to mean it. They are the truest, most loving people he’s ever met. Not their fault he just…didn’t fit into their plans. No, at all costs you would not besmirch them.

He walked down on you easily. You soon reclining back guarding the papers to your chest. You looked to a scowl that while abhorrent was nothing…you knew he didn’t have it in him to really manhandle you. But to your surprise you were grabbed roughly and brought close to his displeased grimace by the ruff of your blouse. You wanted to bite him, bite at him. This was unlike any other spat the two of you had. Both seething mere inches from each other’s face. How upset you were he was upset you were upset simply trying to protect him! How you overheard him talking to handmade dolls or to no one at all, full blown conversations where he’d reply on the others behalf! Your eyes began to water, you closed them snatching away from his grasp and rubbing them quickly. “Are they…the dolls you talk to?”

Alucard…was flabbergasted. He ashamed and caught…exposed and disgusted. He didn’t know how lonely he opens was. He thought he hid it well. He thought… “No, they are not.” He knew you didn’t believe him. He knew you knew better. When he hastily would put them away as you’d enter the library, long after you caught him talking for hours. How you began to interrupt him—join him with the express purpose of being a real person to he could communicate with. So he understands…he could talk to you…even if he didn’t and just sat in silence. Your presence was felt…and he was grateful. But it took time. Every time you interrupt him he felt caught and confused. If you only had needed food, a place to rest, clothes…why did you follow him around? You didn’t follow him…but you did keep up with his whereabouts as often as possible.

You curious of him. Admittedly saddened on his behalf by his decayed social state. How his unnecessarily upset introduction and continued short temper made all the more sense. How you could lay off of him, just a bit, cause some days his head was heavier than others. Some days he wouldn’t look up from the ground. And others you couldn’t get him to look away from the sky. Always somewhere else…when you were right there next to him, open and willing if he just looked at you instead of everywhere, everything else. “Is it true? Are they the dolls, Alucard.”

“You have no right to ask.”

“I do not. But that’s why I push the matter. You characterize me as sneaky and always lurking about! I do nothing of the sort…and how!!! How of this? Had they not done the same? Have they not known the same warmth of your kindness? Did I leave the minute I got what I wanted? Did I?!” You lamented with the tears finally falling. What you didn’t know is they hadn’t left as soon as they got what they wanted. He sincerely understood you even if he didn’t agree with how intense you were about it. You just didn’t know them…but…he evidently had hurt your feelings by treating you with a close contempt. How he hadn’t considered his own hypocrisy allowing you to stay here, attempting to make nice, while he acted as if you were a bother. Knowing he wasn’t bothered by you at all…just…thrown off.

You didn’t know what they all had gone through. You didn’t know they saved your life and plenty others. World Savers. You didn’t know how ungrateful and insulting you sounded. You just sounded extremely overly protective, possessive, offended, excluded. “How could anyone…abandon someone like you .” You cried into your arm, shielding yourself from his now guilty eyes.

“Please…” he reached for you, much gentler, much closer to who he really was. But you turned away. “Here,” you threw the papers in the air. “You want to eat up that crap? Go right ahead.” Turning on your heels heading towards the castle entrance. He leapt for them, somewhat embarrassed at his eagerness. You scoffed unamused, “and by the date it was signed…they’ll be here tonight or late morning. I’ll be gone. I do not plan to speak, play nice, or even thank whoever they are. I hate them.” How childish of you. He knew you didn’t mean that. There was no real way to hate anyone you didn’t know. But your hurt feelings, and the failure of just demanding he acknowledged you…burning a hole into your chest. You stormed inside without another word, muffling your crying. He heard you until you must’ve ascended the stairs deep into the foyer towards the bedroom you chose. Then, with the clawed, crumpled papers in his clutched hands, he read and read and read. His heart racing. He didn’t think you actually were planning to leave. Or that he couldn’t make up to you somehow. Yet, you faded into the back of his mind, the exact thing you didn’t want as he hurried to ready himself and the manor for his long waited guests.

Next couple chapters may will be continued flashback. Smut + Action. We cooking with grease, now.

(Only tagging who have liked both published chapters, thank y’all! Otherwise please comment cause I will not add all them people over and over again…💕) taglist: @grimmbunniee @clevereclipsecloudcop @lifefullof-depression @nicolls187 @kindadolly @kkeidawrites @catarsis96

#castlevania x reader #castlevania nocturne #castlevania #alucard castlevania #alucard x reader #x black fem reader #black fem reader #black fanfic writer #adrian tepes x reader #adrian tepes #alucard #he about to sex the next chapter 🤷🏾‍♀️🤫

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kyber-kisses · 1 year

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Into Your Arms (Part 3)

Captain Rex x Jedi Reader

Summary: as you slowly begin to heal from your injuries, Rex continues to worry about you.

Warnings: descriptions of injuries, angst, worried!rex

A/N: funny story this is basically part of my Jedi!OCs background but I chose to make it into a reader fic. Anyways enjoy the final part!

Thirty six rotations. Thirty six rotations since Rex held your dying body in his arms. Thirty six rotations since you went unconscious.

Nineteen rotations since they took you out of the bacta tank. Nineteen rotations since he watched the medical team take you out of that awful tube.

Seventeen rotations since he watched in absolute horror as you began seizing, the medics surrounding you and making him fear the worse once again.

Thirty six rotations of not having you around.

The latest scare had been somewhat predictable to the medical team- that sometimes after prolonged exposure to bacta the persons body goes through withdrawal symptoms. Sometimes it was vomiting, other times it could be mental confusion- but it would seem you had gotten the short end of the stick and that was the explanation for the seizure.

But Rex hadn’t known that at the time. All he knew was that one minute he was standing in the med-bay talking to Kix about how your recovery was going and the next alarms were going off and people were yelling and you- you were-

“Hello? Cody to Rex-“ a gloved hand waved across Rexs vision, successfully pulling him from his thoughts as it did.

And with that the veil was lifted and the captain of the 501st found himself back in the almost empty mess hall of the Resolute. Only a few table lights remained on, the rest of the room having been plunged in darkness due to the time of the evening. Most of the ships occupants were on their way to bed by now—

Clearly Rex had been stuck in his own thoughts again.

“Vod, you were doing it again.”

Letting out a deep sigh, Rex rubbed at his temples, the cup of caf in front of him having gone cold ages ago. “How long?”

“Well I was calling your name for a good minute or two.” The clone commander spoke, lowering himself into the seat in front of his brother as he did.

The last few missions had been different to say the least. Without you to help lead troops the 212th had been called in to aid the 501st in the last several missions since your accident.

Rex was greatful for it, really he was. He could use the help, plus- it was nice to have Cody around. In truth he was one of the only things keeping him from going completely mad.

Without you around things felt different. Things ran different. Rex didn’t like different.

Yet here he was.

“Rex, you gotta refocus your energy. It’s doing neither her nor you any good if you keep retreating in on yourself. Focus on the upcoming missions. That’s what she would want you to do.”

In truth Rex knew his brother was right but he said nothing, instead focusing in on his cold cup of caf. He was a good soldier and he had been trying his damnedest to remain that way. He worked on battle plans and he focused during strategy meetings. . . But that didn’t mean you weren’t on his mind constantly. When he wasn’t planning for the next fight and he was alone with his thoughts they always went back to you.

He worried non-stop which resulted in endless visits to the medbay, and a handful of those visits were late in the night when he couldn’t find sleep due to worry and the only thing that calmed him was seeing you.

For those first two weeks you were in the bacta tank he would find himself alone in the medbay in the late hours of the night (which would drag into the earlier hours of the morning) seated on one of the wheeled stools, his knee restless as he bathed in the hazy blue glow of the tank, watching over you, despite the medical droid that still buzzed around. He was afraid if he left you would stop breathing, that something would happen and you would be ripped away to a place Rex could not follow.

And then you were taken out of the tank and transferred to a medical bed and all those nights spent separated by glass were gone. And when no one was around and the medics had all clocked out he held your hand. wether it was for your comfort or his own he didn’t know.

“She’s getting better each day. Kix has been telling me about her improvements.” Cody spoke again, his words earning a tired sigh from the captain.

“Yeah but she’s still unconscious.” Tiling his cup slightly, Rex watched as the cold contents within sloshed around. “It’s all my fault Cody. I should have been paying more attention on the battlefield. If I had she wouldn’t have had to jump in and save me. I’m the reason she almost died-“

“Woah, stop right there. None of this is your fault. It’s not anyone’s except the damn Seppies. You got that?” The slight shift in Codys voice made Rex look up at his brother, only to find his own eyes looking back at him.

Rex opened his mouth to respond but was cut short by the sound of a pair of feet running towards the mess hall, making both clones pick their heads up towards the door as a figure raced into view.

—————————

Death wasn’t like you imagined it. Ever since you were little and still trailing behind the robes of your master you had always thought death would feel like a warm embrace, like the feeling of curling up next to a fire after being out in the cold, or being given a hug after being alone.

But it felt like none of those.

If anything it felt the exact opposite.

It was cold. Not so much to the point where it was unbearable but to the point in which you felt like you had been submerged in a cool stream. The air smelled far too artificial as well and the only noise that could be heard was the rushing of water in your ears and the faint sound of some sort of rhythmic beeping.

And it was dark. So very dark. . . And lonely. If this is what waited everybody in the end then you felt horrible. If this was what it felt like to become one with the force in death then. . . The rest of the Order was going to be in for a rude awakening.

Though despite the cold and the dark there was something that did bring you comfort. It was almost as constant as the other things- though there were times where it was gone for what felt like forever.

You didn’t know what it was but you could feel it in the force when it appeared. It was like a faint glow, like a candle being lit in a darkened room. When it showed up it brought with it a sense of warmth, the type that could only remind you of being wrapped in pure sunlight. Whatever it was it kept you sane and it made you feel protected. . . Even if you were dead.

And then as just as sudden as it had all begun. . . It stopped.

One minute you were adrift in the dark expanse of death and nothingness and then like a slap to the face you were pulled into somewhere else entirely.

Suddenly your body was hurling forward in an upright motion and your lungs felt as if they hadn’t breathed real air in years. Your eyes flew open only to be met with harsh white lights and your ears were pelted with the sounds of beeping monitors and distant voices along with the heavy and steady hum of a ship.

If any words had left your lips they only came out as a sharp wheeze, lungs still grasping for fresh oxygen.

“Woah there, Commander! Calm yourself, everything’s alright.” A pair of reassuring hands went to your shoulders, gently guiding you back onto the bed you currently occupied, you resisted the best you could but your body felt like it weighed three times what it was supposed to.

And the aches? Kriff the aches currently running rampant through your entire body were not ideal either. The pain causing a deep groan to leave your lips as whoever was at your side readjusted your pillow for you.

“Wish I could give something for the pain, Commander, unfortunately for the next few hours I can’t put any more meds in your system.” A gloved hand took your wrist gently, fingers pressing down to check your pulse no doubt. “Other than the aches and pains how are you feeling?”

“Where am I?” Still squinting from the harsh white lighting, you turned your head slightly, pressing your cheek into the soft material of the pillow.

“Level 7 medbay of the Resolute. Gave us quite a scare there Commander.”

Medbay. That made sense. Nowhere else in the ship had lighting as awful as this. Sure enough as your eyes began to adjust you were able to identify where you were.

The medbay was unusually quiet and empty, save for a passing medical droid and two clone medics, one which was hovering over you as he continued to check vitals.

“Kix.”

The medic gave a soft smile. “The one and only commander. I’ve been taking care of you for the last month, no offense but you proved to be quite a handf—“

A sick feeling suddenly twisted in your gut as Kix spoke, and when he saw your eyes widen in confusion all other words on his lips fell silent.

“Month? Kix, what do you mean month? How long have I been out? What even happened to me?”

“Your guts got scrambled that’s what happened.” A second voice entered the conversation and as you looked up towards the doors to the mostly vacant medbay you watched as Anakin strode in, a soft smile on his lips as he did. “It’s good to see you awake my friend.”

“I wish i could say it feels good to be awake.” As you spoke you realized how hoarse your voice was, your throat dry as you let out a cough. Guess that was a side affect of not having said a word in over a month.

As Kix continued with his test, Anakin moved to your side, a glass of water in hand as he did. “Small sips, you hear me?”

“Yes sir.” Giving a mock salute you allowed him to lift the cup to your lips, your head still too heavy to raise it from the pillow.

Though you only caught the tail end of it over the lip of the glass, you watched as Kix and Anakin shared a look before the medic nodded and swiftly moved beyond your sight.

“Is everything alright?”

Lowering the cup, Anakin placed it on the table besides you. “Of course, why wouldn’t it be? Just happy to have you awake. Though full warning; Ahsoka will be showering you with get well cards and gifts when she finds out you’re up.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” You mused slightly, sending him a tired smile as you continued to fight the aches in your body.

“Well, we both know she can have way too much energy at times.”

Yeah, he wasn’t wrong there.

As a silence fell over you, you swallowed thickly, mind moving elsewhere. “Have I really been out as long as Kix said?”

“. . . Yeah. You got pretty banged up on Ryloth. Had you in a bacta tank for a couple weeks. There was discussion of transporting you back to Coruscant to recover at the temple but—“

“But what?”

Anakin was silent for a moment. “I spoke against it. I would match rather have you here under the care of medics I actually know and trust.”

In truth that wasn’t the main reason. Anakin knew that if he had sent you back to Coruscant, Rex would have become even more distant that he already was. Having you here at least allowed his captain to have a sense of peace being able to check on your condition.

Opening your mouth to spout some sarcastic comment you were stopped short by the sound of someone running down the hall towards the medbay. They were moving quick by the sound of it. . And at this time of night? Well it made you pick your head up from your pillow in curiosity.

And that little warm glow you had felt all those times before in your unconsciousness? It returned with the approaching footfalls.

A moment later you watched along with Anakin as a very out of breath and wide eyed clone practically slammed into the door frame, his arm going out to brace himself against it as he stumbled to a halt, chest heaving as his eyes found yours.

Never in all your life had you seen the captain of the 501st in such a state. He looked. . . Well he looked as if he was watching a ghost.

And with just one look at him everything came rushing back to you.

Ryloth.

The burning battlefield.

The Sepratist tank.

The explosion.

The twisted chunk of metal in your abdomen.

. . . And Rex. Rex. Your fierce blonde captain who you swore could have hung the stars themselves—

Kriff., know that you were thinking about it it You had said somethings. Some very, very emotional and true things.

You didn’t notice the way Kix and Anakin quietly slid from the room. All you could see was Rex and the worried yet surprised look on his face.

And something inside you broke. You could feel a difference in his force signature. He was worried and he was scared— and between it you could feel a sense of guilt that gnawed at him from within.

He was blaming himself for this.

Your eyes suddenly burned as tears gathered and a choked cry left your throat. Squeezing your eyes shut you let deep sobs rack your chest.

Across the room Rexs face fell and he was rushing across the polished floors in an instant, his gloves discarded from his hands as he placed a palm to your cheek. “What’s wrong? Are you in pain? Do I need to grab K-“

“I’m sorry-“ you gasped for a breath, eyes opening slightly as tears carved tracks down your face. “I’m sorry-“

“For what?”

“I scared you. I never meant to scare you. I only ever wanted to keep you safe.” You breathed, unable to stop yourself from leaning into Rex’s touch as he thumbed away your tears.

“You’re not supposed to do that. I’m a clone. I’m expendable.” Rex spoke the words plainly.

And At that your face shifted and the anguish and guilt on your face was replaced with confusion. With red eyes and tears stained cheeks you slowly grabbed Rexs wrist, removing his hand from your face.

“Don’t ever say that.”

“Commander-“

Sitting up as much as your body would allow you shoved him slightly. “Don’t ever say that again! You are not! You never have been! And none of your brothers are either!”

Rex was silent, turning his head to avert his gaze to the polished floors of the medbay. He had made you upset. He never wanted to do that.

“I love you, you know that? I know I said it that night on the battlefield but I need you to know it.” You breathed deeply, your voice cracking with emotion as and other wave of tears burned your eyes. At that Rex looked up, deep brown irises filled with surprise. “And you don’t have to say anything because I would never tell you that just to hear you say it back. I just need you to know that you are loved, and by no one more than me.”

To you it seemed in your eyes as if Rex had frozen, but in truth the second you had spoken those words Rex fucking melted. Because here you were, this beautiful, kind and fierce Jedi and you were looking at him in a way no one vet had before.

You had him wrapped around your finger without even realizing it.

Principally he had wanted to be mad at you. To yell at you and tell you to never do something so stupid again, but he couldn’t. Not now. Not ever.

Not when you were here in front of him. Alive. Breathing. Awake.

“I know you are my superior but I’m going to make a command and that is to never scare me in such a way ever again.” Though he tried to mask it, Rex heard his voice crack ever so slightly. “I can’t recall a time I had ever felt so scared in my life. I need you safe. I need you alive.” The last words left his lips in almost a whisper.

And then you watched as a single tear made it’s escape from one of Rexs deep brown eyes and everything in you melted into a puddle. Both your hands slowly and cautiously went to his face, giving him every opportunity to pull back, but the only thing he did was bring his eyes to yours as you thumbed away the tears before slowly pulling him down to rest his forehead against your own. You knew deep down that a part of Rex blamed himself for what had happened to you.

“Forgive me cyar'ika.” You spoke the words in almost a whisper, a message only him.

Thats when Rex did something you never expected. His palms cradled your head gently and and pulled you in to close the remaining gap between you in what was the most gentle and sweet kiss you had ever experienced in your life.

On the other end Rex swore he never felt so at peace in his life. You were safe and alive. . And you loved him. Kriff, he never even entertained that thought in his life that someone could love him, but here you were and he was kissing you and—

“Don’t go far from me.” Your words were like a ghost against his lips as you pulled back just enough to speak.

“I never left. I’ve been here all along.” Rex paused for a moment. “My whole life my duty has been to the Republic. . . But now I know, my duty is also to you.”

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four: awakening

pairing: doctor!mingyu x potter!female reader

genre: fluff, angst, mature 18+

word count: 3.6k+

WARNINGS: age gap (mingyu is 34 while oc is 27), mentions of food & eating, smut (nothing descriptive though), marriage and meeting the parents kind of talk (let me know what i missed please!)

💌: finally, part four. i sincerely apologize for the long wait. a lot has happened over the months that passed, but we are finally here. thank you for patiently waiting. please be mindful that their relationship has taken a leap on this part. i will probably write one more part, then an epilogue. we’re nearing the end :( please enjoy this part and tell me what you think about it! <3

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You keep thinking about it. The last conversation you had with Mingyu, that is. You know he means well and he’s nothing but a sweetheart about it. He’s not necessarily putting any pressure on your shoulders to give him an answer immediately. But, in the past five months you have known your boyfriend, you know he’s going to want to move forward. Level up. And that’s a really good thing. In fact, you want the same thing. It’s just… you’re not yet ready.

“What were you going to tell me again?” Seokmin asks, mindlessly flipping through the binder of artists that’s going to participate in one of his upcoming exhibits.

You swallow the lump at the back of your throat and slowly release a breath. Your eyes look up from the floor and your lips finally answer, “Mingyu wants to introduce me to his parents.”

Seokmin’s hands pauses and by the way his lips purses, you know you got him thinking as well. He closes the thick binder, propping his elbows on top as he clasps his hands together.

“He did?” He asks, needing some confirmation as if it would do any help.

Well, Mingyu did not exactly say so, but it was along the lines of, “He said, “My mom would love you.””

“Oh,” Seokmin utters, cheeks blowing like a puffer fish as he nods. “Is there something wrong about that?”

You bite your lip and sigh, defeated. “Nothing at all.”

“But, there’s something to be afraid of, I guess?”

Bingo.

“Y/N,” your friend calls for you and you’re quite aware of what he’s about to say next. “Introducing you to his parents doesn’t immediately translate to getting married in an instant.”

You frustratingly nod. You don’t disagree with him. But, what if you want to marry Mingyu? Isn’t introducing yourself to the rest of his family part of that? And now that your boyfriend seems to be giving you the signs that he wants what you want, why are you afraid? Why are you suddenly stuck and reluctant to move forward just like he does?

You hear Seokmin finally stand from his desk and make a beeline to where you’re sitting. He exhales a breath as he pinches the bridge of his nose. You’re grateful for him trying to help you in the kindest way possible because he knows what you’ve been through. But at the same time, you’re dreading his next words because no matter how harsh nor kind it will sound, he’s always right.

“Talk to Mingyu,” he says, his tone final.

Your heart beats a hundred times faster at what he just said.

Seokmin nods firmly as he sees the conflict in your eyes. The conflict in your eyes screaming about the hows and whats. The conflict in your eyes that’s fearing for the worst of them all. The conflict in your eyes that’s begging to not go through the same heartbreak all over again. The conflict in your eyes that’s protecting Mingyu’s heart.

Talk to Mingyu.

—

Mingyu is simply the happiest man to be with you. Scratch that, he’s simply the happiest man to have met you. Maybe it’s what every person would say if they finally meet the one that they’re more than content with. Or maybe, it’s just him. He really doesn’t know.

That being said, he also just wants things to be simple with you. He trusts that you’re committed to the relationship you have with him. After all, you were the one brave enough to ask him to be his boyfriend. That’s why he’s also brave enough to mention, little by little, his intentions on introducing you to his family that he believes without a doubt would love you.

It started when he went to your shop after his shift to pick you up. It became a routine for him whenever his schedule is free and even though you have insisted that you could manage to go home by yourself, the stubborn yet caring person in him disagreed.

You were doing some last minute cleaning as he waited for you to finish. He obediently sat at the counter and just watched you fondly, eyes following your every single move. It wasn’t a moment of realization. It was a gradual thought that smoothly slid inside not only in his head, but in his heart as well.

Mingyu wants to marry you.

“My mom would love you.”

He said it, convinced that it’s the best way to start the conversation. To take the first step. Interrupting your quiet hums and busy hands. He said it and you stood up straight, eyes confusedly blinking, lips awkwardly smiling.

And, he’s regretting it now because your reaction seems indifferent.

“You two,” Seokmin grimaces as he sees his friend upon his entrance to the quiet coffee shop. “What am I? A friend that’s stuck between a couple that can’t seem to figure their shit out.”

“Hey!” Mingyu whisper shouts. “Who said we can’t figure our shit out?”

Seokmin rolls his eyes and sits on the vacant chair on the other side of the table. He doesn’t go to hospital coffee shops often, not that he has reasons to thankfully. But he must say, it’s fairly cozy. None of that though, he’s here to visit and help his friend who looks like he hasn’t showered or slept for two days.

“You know what,” Seokmin says, “You’re the one who looks like shit.”

Mingyu almost decks his friend.

“Alright, alright, geez.” Seokmin raises his hand, finally ready to take his friend’s dilemma seriously.

“Has Y/N spoken to you yet?” Mingyu asks.

“She has and I won’t tell you anything about it.”

Mingyu groans, but he understands. It’s not like you’re not talking to him. In fact, nothing has really drastically changed in your relationship. You’re not saying anything about it, but he just knows that he put you in an uncomfortable position and he wants to fix it.

“Don’t worry about it Mingyu,” Seokmin assures him. “Y/N will talk to you about it sooner than you think.”

Mingyu nods, understanding what he’s trying to say. “I just can’t lose her ‘Min.”

“I know and trust me, she doesn’t wanna lose you too.”

Mingyu badly needs to talk to you.

—

Mingyu finds you sitting in front of your pottery wheel and he’s going to sound annoying, but you honestly take his breath away. Looking so gorgeous in his eyes despite the sweat trickling down your forehead and hair loosely tied to not get in the way. And when you pause what you’re doing to check who has arrived, he swears he could rip his heart out just to give it to you because of how bright your eyes shine upon seeing him. He’s smiling as he drapes his coat on the counter before rolling his sleeves up.

Meanwhile, your clay stained hands hang in the air as you wait for him to come closer. He does immediately, though and that makes you smile just like him. You stand on your tippy toes to give his lips a sweet peck, a welcome of some sort.

It’s only a brief yet sweet gesture and Mingyu already feels like he can take on the world.

“I could kiss you longer, but I’m in the middle of something,” you joke, making your boyfriend giggle. His nose nudges against yours, his lips giving yours another smooch.

You sit back down in front of the wheel without noticing your boyfriend already rolling his sleeves further up to his forearms, getting ready to join you even without the invitation. As you continue what you’re doing, Mingyu is already taking the small stool behind you to sit on.

“Maybe you should go first–” Your sentence goes unfinished, gasping in surprise at the sudden warmth engulfing your whole body. Mingyu’s lean arms wrap themselves around your waist while his thighs, which are as lean as his arms, settle on each side of yours.

“Hmm?” He nonchalantly hums, nuzzling his nose on the crook of your neck. “You were saying?”

Your hands remain frozen as your heart pumps blood so fast, you’re sure your face is not the only part of your body that’s warm.

“Babe?”

You’re not that strong, you realize.

You take a deep breath and press on the wheel again, acting like you weren’t just about to melt into a puddle. “I was saying, maybe you should go home first. It might take a long time to finish this vase.”

Mingyu audibly whines, you can feel his lips against your skin. “I want to stay with you.”

“What’s gotten you so clingy today?” You tease, leaning slightly back to him, your back meeting his chest.

“Nothing. Just really want to spend time with you,” he replies, bashful yet honest.

You have thought about it. The last conversation you had with Mingyu about meeting his parents. Again, he didn’t exactly say he wanted to introduce you to them. But, you’re more than aware of how your boyfriend became extra careful around you as if he committed a grave crime after that and you want to ease his mind from worries because he doesn’t deserve to feel insecure about anything at all.

You have thought about it and, “Then, be useful and help me out with this vase.”

“What?” Mingyu asks, tone so lost and confused.

Your smile is small and nervous as you continue talking.

“What design do you think your mother would prefer? Flowers? Animals?”

Mingyu’s arms tenses, but doesn’t let go of you. When he doesn’t answer, he hears you continue still.

“How about colors? White would be good, right? Or would a pop of color be better?”

“Y/N,” Mingyu calls for your attention, voice suddenly stern.

“Hmm?” Now it’s your turn to hum, bravely tilting your head to the left to meet his eyes. “What do you think?”

Mingyu knows you’re not one to play around his feelings, you having a hatred against such. But, he can’t help but wonder if you’re being serious with him right now because he swears he could go down on one knee and ask your hand for marriage with what you have been saying.

“Are you saying you want to meet my mom?” Mingyu finally asks, his eyes lovingly gazing on yours. “How about my dad?”

You pause to think, biting your lip along the process. “I could ask Seokmin to find me a painting. You’ve mentioned your dad has a small collection, right?”

Mingyu smiles and leans closer to kiss your lips, but pulls away all too quickly. “I need an answer, babe.”

You smile back and kiss his lips as well. “I’d love to meet your parents, Mingyu.”

“Okay.” Mingyu nods once before kissing you again and this time, he takes it slow.

He’s aware your neck is craned uncomfortably that’s why he carefully maneuvers your body to face his properly. Although you're still sitting on your stool, his arm is now cradling your back while his free hand caresses your cheek as he kisses you deeply.

“Mingyu.” You try to pull away, but he’s relentless. “Let me wash up so we could go.”

Again, he’s relentless. Kissing and kissing you, rendering you breathless. You let him be, wrapping your arms around his neck but at the same time making sure you don’t let your hands wander anywhere else on his skin.

Your kisses become fervent under the dim light of the store and it doesn’t fail to cross your mind what if someone suddenly enters. Your store is yet to be closed after all. But, Mingyu’s teeth nipping on your bottom lip hypnotizes you, eliciting a whimper from you.

Mingyu is no different, groaning at your moans and whines. It’s impossible for his body to not overheat, like it’s about to burst into flames.

“Mingyu,” you call again, leaning back.

Your boyfriend whines and dives once again. But you move further back. That doesn’t stop him though, trailing kisses from your cheeks to your jawline down to your neck instead. It’s not helping that you can’t touch your boyfriend because of the drying clay on your hands.

“Okay. I really need to wash up now.”

Mingyu pouts, but stops nonetheless. “Fine. But, be quick.”

You kiss the mole on his nose and nod. “Promise.”

—

The first time you stepped foot inside Mingyu’s apartment, you immediately told him that his taste is sexy. You actually blurted it out, but you needed to keep your dignity intact so you’re going to lie that you described it in a sophisticated manner. But, back to his apartment. He just chuckled embarrassingly at your words, touring you around and telling you the how abouts.

This time around, nothing is different. You have been to his apartment countless times before, but rarely stayed over. It’s still sexy. He’s still sexy. You can’t help but ogle at him as he places your takeout dinner on the dining table and removes his coat to drape on the chair.

It’s pretty late in the night and you hate yourself for having an impression that you will sleep over. It’s not that you don’t want to sleep with him. Mingyu’s mattress is the best mattress you have ever slept on. It didn’t take you a while to fall into deep slumber the first time you laid on it. Plus, it’s no secret your boyfriend’s arms are the warmest blanket.

It’s just that there’s something in you, something searingly hot and tense, that makes you believe you’ll do more than sleep tonight.

“Babe?” Mingyu calls for you and you're snapped out of your trance. “Are you okay?”

You blink away your thoughts and nod. “Yeah. Just… I’m going to wash my hands first then I’ll join you.”

Mingyu smiles, proud that you already know the drill. If he knew what you’re going through at the moment, you think you’ll combust. But, if you only knew what he's going through, it would be a whole different story.

You’re not the only one with the heart racing and whole body heating up. Mingyu thinks he’s about to lose his mind over the events that occurred at your store earlier. He knows he’s exaggerating when all you said was you wanted to meet his parents. Well, you kissed so that’s an added factor. But, the two of you always kiss! What’s so special about tonight that’s making him all anxious yet excited at the same time?

You return not more than five minutes later and you find Mingyu opening a bottle of wine. He even looks good by just doing such a simple act with his sleeves rolled up to his forearms, a few buttons of his loose. You’re most definitely gone.

You pinch your hip to wake yourself up. Now is really not the time to be hot and bothered.

“Wine together with tteokbokki and fried chicken?” You ask, finally taking a seat. “Interesting.”

Your boyfriend playfully shrugs his shoulders, pouring you a glass before planting a kiss on the crown of your head. He takes the chair beside you, hands busy opening the containers one by one.

Dinner is served and the two of you become preoccupied on making sure both of you are eating enough, mindlessly putting food on each other’s plates as you chat. Finally, the tension, although still lingering, relaxes a little.

“Hey.” Mingyu tugs at your chair, pulling you closer to his side. “About our conversation earlier. I don’t want you to feel pressured into doing anything you don’t want to. I can wait, I promise.”

Your lips grow into a smile and you’re suddenly feeling warm all over again. You place your glass back on the table before gently holding his cheeks with your hands, chin tilting up to press a chaste kiss on the corner of his lips.

“It’s nothing like that,” you assure him, thumb rubbing soft circles on his cheekbone. “It’s not like I’m introducing myself to them tomorrow. I just wanted you to know that I’m more than happy to meet them someday or… I don’t know. Soon?”

“Okay,” that’s all Mingyu says with an enthralled smile before leaning closer to your face, lips sealing yours with his. Your eyes close in bliss, basking in the feeling you’re sure only Mingyu can ever make you feel. You have figured it out, it’s just that you don’t want to go ahead of yourself.

You’re hoping Mingyu is feeling it too.

You return Mingyu’s kisses softly, but your boyfriend is eager. His kisses grow passionate, almost knocking your chair down with his body wishing to be closer and closer. You gasp, hands pushing at his firm chest to pull away. He’s as surprised as you are, you can’t help but giggle.

“There’s sauce all over your lips,” you point out, wiping his lips with your thumb.

What he does next is beyond your imagination.

Mingyu holds your wrist, preventing you from having your hand back. You look at him confusedly. But when you catch the different glint of his eyes, you’re hypnotized. Once he senses you relax, he kisses your thumb. You swallow the lump at the back of your throat. You’re afraid you just liked what he did.

Mingyu doesn’t engulf your thumb with his mouth, but his kisses, at least thrice, drops a heated sensation down to your body.

“Stay over tonight?”

It scares you how quickly you say yes.

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Mingyu makes you feel small from time to time. You don’t mean this in a bad way, you promise. It’s just that, sometimes, when he gives you all of his attention, you grow bashful. It makes you wonder about what’s so special that he sees in you that he never fails to maintain eye contact, regardless of what you’re doing.

And tonight, right at this moment, he’s making you feel small over again with added warmth. You swear, your heart has never beat so fast. You keep on swallowing the invisible lump at the back of your throat as you try your best to scoot up on his bed. You're sure your palms are already sweating and it’s not helping that you’re still looking up to Mingyu’s eyes as he joins you.

Mingyu’s huge hand smooths over from your knee to your thigh, making your breath hitch. He gives you a small smile, kissing your cheek lovingly.

“We can just go to sleep. I don’t mind,” he says and that catches you in a state of panic.

“No,” you immediately say. I want this.

Your boyfriend tried to hold it, but you can see the smirk forming on his lips. “Will you tell me what you want then?”

“I–...” You barely utter, word failing to come out of your mouth. You bite your bottom lip and take a deep breath, closing your eyes. When you open them again, you see the patience evident on Mingyu’s face and that’s more than enough to give you the courage to say what you want.

“Can you… can you take this off?” You whisper, toying with the collar of his long sleeves. “Please?”

Mingyu chuckles and you almost call him out on it, but he beats your open mouth from saying anything further by kissing you.

You and Mingyu have had your fair share of intimate moments over the course of your relationship. Hot make out sessions that last who knows how long. Soft touches that are not slow to turn into something heavy, leaving the two of you a hot mess. They are all deeds not out of the ordinary for the two of you.

Sex, however, is something that the two of you almost touched on. If it wasn’t for Mingyu’s emergency calls or Seokmin cockblocking the two of you, you two would have been far off right now.

But, that’s the thing. You are here right now on Mingyu’s bed. Mingyu is also here with you right now, lean and strong arms holding his upper body up to not crush yours as he continues kissing you passionately.

You didn’t even notice his long sleeves getting discarded, left to be on the floor.

You’re panting when Mingyu pulls away briefly to make you sit up. Embarrassingly enough, your mouth waters at the sight of his toned chest and abdomen, your fingers tracing over them.

Mingyu smiles, holding your cheeks to gently make you look at him and answer his question. “Can I take this off?”

He’s referring to your blouse and well, if he’s already without a top on, you might as well take yours off. After all, you do want this.

You nod and that has Mingyu shaking his head. Your eyebrows furrow, knowing what he wants.

“Take them off, please.”

“Good girl,” Mingyu praises, hands quick to their job. Your pupils blow instantly and before you could react, he’s kissing you again.

The long night continues without knowing the passing time. It wasn’t your concern if you have to wake up early tomorrow nor was it your boyfriend’s, lips making sure covering every inch of your body with his kisses (of course, with love bites here and there).

You’re no different anyway. Stopping him from taking your pants off and pleading him if you could make him feel good before he takes care of you. Who is Mingyu to deny you?

Mingyu was a panting mess after you made him cum, but that didn’t stop him from pulling you up and smashing his lips against yours. From then on, he took matters into his own hands, leading you to pleasure that has you writhing all through the night.

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oc inspired paintings :D

lyrics from "Message In A Bottle" by The Police

lyrics from "Tonight, Tonight" by The Smashing Pumpkins

see more about these pieces under cut :]

you don't have to, i was drinking melisa and as such was a bit sleepy while writing it. might not be very detailed or sensible lol

so, these are actually my ocs inspired paintings! first one is for haru and second one is for primrose. they are 'mirror characters' as i like to call them.

they were created alongside (more or less, the concept for them was anyway) and share themes and arcs in a way :)

now a little bit about the landscapes i picked and the songs.

"Message In A Bottle" is one of the songs from haru's playlist. There are a couple of reasons for why i chose it. First it's about loneliness which is a central aspect of haru's arc. they are a character who hates being alone and tries their hardest to make sure that doesn't happen. However in their pursuit of social renown and validation of a collective, they abandon the only people who loved them in the first place.

Loneliness is one of the things that prompted them to change in a way that would earn them approval of strangers and aquaintances. But their transformation ultimately didn't lead to them feeling better, instead it made them even more lonely - not able to connect with their newer friends and not able to open up to the old ones anymore.

The lyrics i chose have sort of a double meaning. It's how haru was feeling before their change begun. but it is also the way they are continue to feel, no matter how badly they deny it. the lyrics are also a contrast to their actual situation - they are surrounded by people who don't understand them - wether because they don't know them or don't know them anymore.

Second is the imagery. Haru was created for Our Life Beginnings and Always. While they are a spring themed character, i view them as the period of ending of spring and beginning of summer, so they embody both seasons to a degree. A castaway island in the song is something that i definitely associate with summer. And a summer, beach, california child is what haru tries to emulate, even if it's not truly what they are.

Third, it's a little inside joke with myself i have. i'm developing a pirate au with olba characters and ya know. bottle messages.... pirates......

Almost forgot but the last thing is that haru listens to a lot of 80s & 90s music, and this song came out in 1979 so. they definitely have heard it before. not their vibe but they thought it was okay.

anyhow, that song is fucking good, go give it a listen <3

and now for the second painting.

"Tonight, Tonight" is a song from Primrose's playlist. I think this song describes the uncertain nature of the future, but regardless of that, at this moment, tonight is tonight. There are things to come but not now. later. tomorrow. It ties into Primrose's arc.

At their core, Haru and Prim's stories are about change. Haru who rushes into things, changes themselves almost mechanically - with no regard for themselves or others, just to achieve their short-term goal. Primrose is going to be the opposite. A character who clings to the way things were, who never wants to plan for the future, afraid of what might change.

She is content to pretend that everything is just fine and things will go back to the way they were, losing herself in the comforts of her stories, books and the internet. Primrose is my Our Life Now and Forever character who is also spring themed except it's the winter-spring period. The change of the season is more visible and that makes her even less likely to accept it. The spring connection and imagery is more important here because spring is in a way a season opposite of fall. So part of the reason Primrose is afraid of change is her awareness of the fact that she doesn't really fit in Golden Grove.

Her journey will be about accepting that change in inevitable. And Haru's journey is about letting things be the way they are.

Her aversion to change is especially highlighted in her teenage years - everyone around her seems to be changing yet she is staying the same, not knowing if it's a bad thing or not, but not willing to find out either. I connect this song with her, because i feel like this is her expressing that she is not clueless about change but won't easily accept it either.

The lyrics are a bit of a foreshadowing to Prim's state as a young adult. People around her are figuring out their post high school plans, but she doesn't want to leave her hometown. "You can never ever leave without leaving a piece of youth." is the way she feels about leaving for university/college right away. It's also a bit more subtle in a way how growing up makes you leave some pieces of yourself behind, wether you want it or not.

I've been listening to other songs by The Smashing Pumpkins and what i like about them is that they aren't very direct with their meaning. It's a little bit how i want this character to be too. Maybe. Primrose isn't nearly as developed as Haru at the moment.

Some smaller things about the second painting. This song reads to me as Qiu/Primrose song specifically, step 2 one probably. I chose a forest with those type of trees because Rosie is Canadian and they have boreal forests there. Also i liked this imagery for her.

this song is good too, although i like "1979" from the same album more. still, give it a listen :3

i wanted to post some oc stuff, cause i get distracted by my other characters easily and start working on them, but i still wanna yell into the void about Haru and Rosie :]

toodles~

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a-world-of-whimsy-5 · 20 days

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Changes afoot

Day 3 prompts: Family | Loyalty

For: @silmarillionepistolary

Rating: General Audience

Characters: Maedhros, Fingon, Nerdanel, Maglor

Epistolary format: Journal entries and letters

Themes: Soft | Fluff | Hints of Russingon

Warnings: None

Wordcount: 2.2k words

Summary: Fingon writes to Maedhros telling him to expect a visitor. A feast is held in honor of this guest, and both Maedhros and Maglor write their observations of what takes place before and after it begins. Maedhros later writes to his mother about their new guest, and his fears about his father.

A/n: OC name meaning

Indilien, wife of Maglor - Indil (Lily) | ien (suf. feminine ending; feminine patronymic).

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Letter from Findekáno to Nelyafinwë

249th day of Y.T. 1492.—

Beloved,—

I trust I have not wounded you by my delay in sending this letter, for my tasks have been many of late. Father cloisters himself often with my uncle, talking, but I fear such talk will bear little fruit. My uncle has grown weary of the many quarrels between your father and mine; he wants no part in them, and I am beginning to think he is wise to keep away. My mother, however, is afraid. She believes this all portends to some dark and terrible doom that is yet to reveal itself, but my father does his best to comfort her, saying all will be well in the end. Perhaps he is right, but my mother’s words weigh heavily on my thoughts. What if she is correct and my father is wrong? What if there is something dark and dreadful hiding in the shadows, biding its time until it is ready to consume us all? I try not to think too much about such matters, and I will write no more on them. Morgoth’s lies have already poisoned what we once had, and I will not give him the power to taint what we have slowly begun to rebuild.

The cherry trees are in full bloom. My mother’s garden is aflame with brilliant little white flowers. Soon, that white will give way to crimson fruit. Do you remember, my love, how we would lie beneath those flowers while the others were away? How we admired the stars and talked and laughed and loved each other without a care in this world? I still go to those trees and lie beneath their laden branches. I think of your hand over mine, your lips warm against my own. I try to make myself content with the memories of you and me, but I find it is not enough for me. I will try anyway and bear up as much as I can until your father is released from his exile and I can take you into my arms again.

Yours in all things,

Finno.”

P.S.—My love, pray do not allow your heart to grow troubled when you find this letter being borne to you on swift wings. A change is afoot, and whether it is for good or bad, I cannot say. A visitor rides for Formenos even as I write this letter, and you will see them standing before the gates of the great keep your family calls home soon enough.

Letter from Nelyafinwë to Findekáno

251st day of Y.T. 1491.—

Beloved,—

I am not wounded in the least, my love, by the delay in your last letter. You are your father’s oldest, his heir. You cannot shirk your duties toward your family; it is something I understand. I must confess, your forewarning has roused my curiosity as to who this visitor might be, but I will not press you for more on their identity. We will learn of it soon enough, and we have room enough to spare in Formenos for a great many people. I hope my father will be pleased with this intrusion into our lives. Few things bring him joy now, save for us and the hallowed jewels. Forgive me for not writing more on this score. Fëanáro is my father after all, and he would not think highly if I revealed too much of his struggles to you.

I, too, think of the blissful moments you and I spent beneath the branches of those cherry trees. Sometimes, I sit by the window of my bedchamber and look at the sky and the many stars that adorn it. I think of the stars you and I would try to name whenever we caught sight of one we had not seen before. Then I wonder if you are looking at the heavens at the exact same moment as I am and if you are looking at the same stars as I am. I feel your absence so keenly, my love. I cannot rest or eat, or set my eyes on any task; you are a constant in my thoughts. I will try to endure our separation as much as I can until this dreadful exile is over and we can see each other again. Pray do not allow yourself to be troubled by talk of dark portends and signs of doom. Morgoth’s treachery has been exposed, and we are whole and well. Once we are reunited, I intend to show you that you had no cause for fear.

Written by the hand of he who loves you,

Nelyo.

Maitimo Nelyafinwë’s journal

258th day of Y.T. 1491— Just as my beloved wrote in his letter,a visitor rode up to the gates when Telperion reached his greatest bloom. It was grandfather, no less. He decided to come to Formenos and live with us after father sent him word of its completion. Other members of his household, his steward and household guard, and other servants mostly came with him.

Father was delighted. “Our family is now complete again!” He cried and embraced his father, our king. “Just as it should be! Come, my lord. Come with me, and I will take you to your chambers, so you can rest.”

Grandfather was just as pleased, though I thought it all rather strange. He left his queen and their children in Tirion and followed my father into exile. True, his other children were all grown and they were no longer elflings in need of a father’s guiding hand, but it still left a strange taste in my mouth to see grandfather leaving his other family behind so easily. And it must have wounded Uncle Arakáno to see my grandfather choose my own father yet again. Still, I kept my own counsel; now was neither the time nor the place for such questions. It would darken everyone’s mood—my father’s chief of all. Nevertheless, I will still listen to what they say; perhaps I will hear something useful.

Father commanded that we have a great feast in honor of grandfather’s arrival. There would be fine wine and delicate pastries, roasted deer and boar, and even fish caught from a nearby lake. Káno and his bride will sing and play the harp for us. Our little songbird and his wife, the Lady Indilien, ensconce themselves in their chambers, composing music and a series of verses in honor of the occasion. Once, I stopped by the door to listen. Káno was singing, and his lady strummed the harp for him while he did so. What I heard moved my heart in a way I could not imagine. My brother truly is the most gifted among minstrels—he is an elf who could rival the Vala ómar himself.

His skill with the sword also improves. I teach him as much as I can; one never knows when one will need the use of one, now that Morgoth has escaped and returned to Endorë. During the first mingling of the lights, we make our way to the sparring yard before our other brothers have even opened their eyes, and engage in swordplay. Lady Indilien often joins us, but only to watch. My sister-by-marriage has little interest in hunting and fighting; music and singing are her greatest delights. She keeps herself content by sitting on the side and cheering for her husband. Káno made a wise choice, I think, by taking the lady to be his wife. She is patient and uncommonly kind, traits my brother desires greatly. I pray their marriage will be a happy one and that no misfortune darkens their doors. Now I must set aside my quill and ink. The hour of the feast is almost at hand, and I must prepare myself for it.

Makalaurë Kanafinwë’s journal

259th day of Y.T. 1491— The feast was splendid. Everyone dressed in their finest robes, and even Tyelko conducted himself in a manner befitting a lord of high birth and rank for once. The cooks surprised us all by setting a tasty table. There were rich stews, soft bread, and fresh fruit, as well as meat and mead and wine for anyone who desired them. Father said little. It displeased him to hear that my uncle Arakáno now rules Tirion as its regent, for it was supposed to be him ruling in grandfather's stead, not his half-brother. Nevertheless, his mood revived not long after. Grandfather joining us in exile cheered him in no small measure. Perhaps he thinks that this is yet another victory over my uncle, another sign of how he will be first in grandfather’s eyes even when he is in exile, even after he threatened my uncle’s life. I like it not. Strife within our family grows day by day, and I fear it bodes ill for us all. My lady urges me to take no part in the quarrels of others. Alas! If only I could do such a thing. Fëanáro is my father. He is my father, and I love him just as much as I love my mother. I must, however, hold onto the hope that he will free himself of his anger and resentments and that our family can be whole again once this dreary exile of ours is at an end. Now I must go. There is something father wishes to show all of us.

Letter from Nelyafinwë to Nerdanel

261st day of Y.T. 1491.—

Beloved mother,—

We were told of uncle Arakáno’s change of station. Pray offer him felicitations on my behalf, and tell him I wish him nothing but success.

Mother, you will be pleased to hear that grandfather arrived safely and that all is well with him. There was a splendid feast. Káno sang for us, as did Lady Indilien. You should have heard them. They sounded so sweet together. Everyone cheered and asked them to sing and play for us again. The day after the feast, father took us to the cave that was found during the building of Formenos, and threw open high, iron doors to reveal a great vault.

“After toiling many a day, it is now finished,” he declared with a great flourish, and he led us inside. Father had labored over the vault in secret, and none of us witnessed its transformation until he opened the doors for us. I wish I could write more on its many aspects, but father forbade us from doing so. Forgive me for saying this, mother, but father’s sense of mistrust has deepened even more. He bid Lady Indilien to wait outside while he brought forth the silmarils. Káno was ill at ease with this, for father’s wish sounded more like an order and less like a kindly appeal one would make to another. Still, he held his tongue, perhaps for his lady’s sake. Lady Indilien, however, did not seem to be offended by father’s command.

“It is quite all right, my love,” she said, squeezing Káno's hand. “I am content to wait outside.”

After she took her leave of us, father revealed the hallowed jewels. They were as glorious as always, and their radiance was a wonder to behold.

“My greatest work,” father said, lifting them one by one for us to admire. Each jewel glittered like they possessed the light of a thousand stars, and their light shone like gold and then silver, and they bewitched us all with their beauty. “They must be guarded at all times, for never again shall I make anything to match their likeness and glory.”

We admired them one final time before father returned them to their secret chamber. The vault felt strangely darker in their absence, and the air grew a little colder. Then father rejoined us, and we departed.

Write to me when you can, mother. I long to hear more from you and of the great city I once called home.

Your son,

Nelyo.

Letter from Nerdanel to Nelyafinwë

263rd day of Y.T. 1491.—

My son.—

The days seem to last longer here in Tirion. Perhaps it is because I am here, and you are all in Formenos. I miss you all so very much, but it heartens me to know your father is not alone, and you are all with him.

I rejoice to hear that Lord Finwë is safe and that his journey was without trouble. I have also passed on your kind words to your uncle; it lightened his heart to hear them. His task is not an easy one; the lies and false counsels of Lord Morgoth hold sway over many hearts, and discontent is still strong. We help him as much as we can to ease the many burdens that have been placed on his shoulders.

Queen Indis has taken her place as one of my students, and she is proving herself to be an apt pupil. We spend many wonderful hours together, and I am pleased to claim her as a friend.

As for your father, pray do not take his actions and disposition to heart. Lord Morgoth’s lies brought about a profound change in many who gave an ear to his false counsels, your father most of all. Perhaps, with him no longer under the influence of Lord Morgoth’s words, your father’s nature will return to its former self. I will write to your brother and I will counsel him as best as I can. I am also glad Káno has Lady Indilien, and I am glad you can call her sister. Listen to her, my son, and take care of your father. Write to me about anything that troubles you, and I will do what I can to aid you even from afar.

Your loving mother,

Nerdanel

#silmarillionepistolary #epistolary #fingon #maedhros #maglor #nerdanel #fëanor #the silmarillion #the silm fanfiction

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Ghost of the Ten Horizon: Forbidden West Hekarro x Fem!OldOne OC Action/Adventure/Romance/Hurt/Comfort Chapter 17

Part 3: Ghost of the Ten

"But I could have sworn there were galaxies in her eyes." -Wordsarelimitless

The blades of grass pricked at Hekarro's skin as he lay next to Victoria, side by side, until time itself ceased to have any meaning. The lush field faded in a blur when he turned to look at her, the contours of her face illuminated by the soft radiance of the stars and moon above them. As he gazed at her tear-streaked face, he could feel the weight of her emotions—a mix of sorrow and awe that threatened to overwhelm him. It was a stark contrast to the tempestuous fury that often burned within her, but in this moment, she was stripped bare, revealing a raw vulnerability that both terrified and enraptured him. And in the midst of this moonlit field, he realized the sanctity of this wordless connection and etched it deep into his heart so that he would never forget it.

He realized he should have gone back to the Grove a while ago, but the idea of hurrying back no longer held any significance. When was the last time he felt so at peace and relaxed? The silence around him seeped into his bones, lulling him into listless tranquility. If there wasn't for the slight chance of being discovered by a wandering machine, Hekarro would have easily dozed off.

After a while, Victoria broke the silence with her soft voice and turned to him. "You're quiet."

"I do not think you enjoy my company when I speak." A scoff escaped her lips as Hekarro smirked, but he did not miss the subtle curve of a smile that just barely reached her eyes. "What do you want to talk about?"

She shrugged. "I don't really know. I've never been good at making small talk. It's just fake conversation to try and get on someone's good side before asking for favors."

It was Hekarro's turn to scoff this time: "On that, I am all too aware." He muttered, listlessly gazing at the night sky while he reached with an idle hand to brush his fingertips against the soft petals of the flowers. "Every Sun Priest who comes crawling to my throne, trembling in fear of me and my tribe; every Utaru farmer pleading for my aid against the remnants of my Marshal's rebellion while I struggle to protect my people from the machine threat. Even my own tribe still chafes at my guiding hand."

He released a heavy sigh and let his hand fall back down by his side. "It matters little as to why; there is always someone—somewhere—who needs something from me, and they always feel the need to dress their favors up in empty words of flattery."

As the words left his lips, Hekarro felt a surge of relief mingled with guilt. He understood the weight and obligations that came with being the Chief of his tribe. It was a role he had taken on willingly, but how long had he suppressed his frustrations and uncertainties, afraid to speak them aloud for fear of judgment or appearing weak? With her, there was a sense of freedom in expressing these thoughts. She held no stake in the welfare of his tribe nor any motive to sway him, save perhaps for the benefit of her own survival, which he was willing to provide for anyway.

When he turned to glance back at Victoria, she was already watching him with an expression he couldn't quite decipher. But before he could dwell on it, the look was gone, and she shifted slightly on her back as she asked, "What is a Sun Priest?"

Hekarro paused for a moment, taken aback by the question, but quickly composed himself: "There is a kingdom far to the east. The people call themselves the Carja. They have a strong devotion to the sun, and their Sun Priests are considered its voice and messengers of the Sun King's will."

"And Utaru?" Victoria remarked slowly "They're another tribe of humans?"

"Yes. They also reside to the east, but much closer to my tribe than the Carja. The Utaru people are mostly farmers and known for their peaceful ways. However, I have seen how fierce they can be when pushed to their limits. They have a strong reverence for the machines that help them tend to their fields around their capital city, Plainsong. To them, these machines are like gods, providing for their tribe for many generations."

Victoria blinked, wrinkling her nose slightly as if awestruck and confused at the same time. "How many other tribes are there?"

Hekarro chuckled at her. "That I know of?" She nodded at him. "Well, there are the Utaru and the Carja. The Nora are even further east than the Carja, and I've seen for myself the ferocity of their hunting skills. The Banuk reside in the far north-east, where they endure brutal winters that would put our hardiest Sky Clan soldiers to shame. To the west, across the ocean, are the Quen. Although I have yet to meet one myself, Marshal Kotallo speaks highly of their honorable and curious nature. They have a camp on the Isles of Spires, as far as I know. And if you choose to stay here in the Grove, you'll likely come across the Oseram tribe as they work to rebuild our arena."

"If I choose to stay?" She repeated it softly, turning her gaze back towards the stars above. "I really don't have a choice in that, I guess. There isn't anywhere else for me to go…"

"You always have a choice, Victoria," he replied. "I would not keep you here against your will."

"Still, it doesn't change the fact that I have nothing out there for me anymore."

He could hear the hopelessness in her voice, and it pained him deeply. He pondered quietly before offering, "You could always live with the Utaru. I am certain they would welcome you with open arms if I requested it. Or, perhaps you could venture further east to Meridian and live among the Carja and Oseram."

"Eager to get rid of me, Hekarro?"

The subtle tease of her voice saying his name felt like a burst of light after a long night. His heart skipped a beat as he met her piercing gaze, reflecting the starry sky above them. He simply gave her a gentle smile.

"Please do not misunderstand, Victoria," he said softly. "The Grove is not just the home of my tribe; it is your home as well. Your blood is deeply intertwined with these roots, and your memories are held within them—both good and bad. I understand that they may bring you pain, and I would not hold it against you if you wished to leave this place and never return."

Victoria sat in silence, her mouth working as if she wanted to speak but was unable to find the right words. Eventually, she stood up with a sigh and brushed herself off. "We should probably start heading back before someone comes looking for us."

Hekarro pulled himself up from the ground and took a final glance at the peacefulness of the lake. He saw her gazing out as well when he turned to face her, a distant expression in her eyes. Then she blinked and spun on her heel, starting their quiet stroll back towards the grove. He walked leisurely by her side, leading her silently through the thick foliage towards the dirt path. Occasionally, as they made their way through the tangled vegetation and towering trees, something new caught Victoria's attention, and she paused to observe it. She seemed particularly drawn to flowers, like the vibrant summer orchids blooming abundantly on the jungle vines, heavy with evening dew. Her fingers delicately touched their lush petals, as if she were afraid they would break like fragile glass under her touch.

It was a calm evening, with only the faint sounds of birds chirping and crickets singing in the distance. Occasionally, they caught the watchful glances of guards stationed at their posts as they walked by. But Victoria paid them no attention, simply following him up the stairs and through the archway until they finally reached the foot of her Mother's Vision in the antechamber. Once again, there was that strange, distant expression in her eyes as she gazed at the empty platform; a mix of anguish and sorrow reflected in her oceanic blue irises that threatened to drag him under and drown him if he stared too long.

Hekarro pivoted on his heel, ready to walk away and leave her alone with her thoughts, when he heard her gentle voice call out to him. "Thank you, Hekarro." It was barely a whisper, heavy with the unshed tears she was holding back. "Tonight was… it was nice."

"It was my pleasure, Victoria." He nodded in response, watching her turned back before a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, and he left her in peace.

#horizon forbidden west #hzd #horizon zero dawn #hfw #hfw fanfic #my writing #hekarro #chief hekarro #ghost of the ten #old one oc

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lalaluuz · 1 month

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Name: Emily

Age: 32

Pronouns: she/her

Timezone: Central

Where are you from?: Chicago Suburbs of Illinois

Characters in the group:

Luz Noceda (this blog!)

Lucia Chauvet (@cerruleanmonarch)

A little about yourself:

Howdy y'all it's me Emily and welcome to my weird yet relatable downward-then-upward spiral!

Anyway I've been RPing since like 2012ish? And I've been in Isola since before it was Isola, as part of the initial migration. If you've been here a while, you may remember my stints as Marceline (Adventure Time), Brooke Page (Ever After High), Ryuko Matoi (Kill la Kill), or Cinder (The Lunar Chronicles). Some of those adventures lasted longer than others, but that's pretty much everyone I've had rolling around in here over the years. I'm a librarian! I'm working on finishing grad school so I can have my Masters in Library Science, and it has been a struggle--school does not agree with me at all, but I need this degree. Anyway, I love my chosen career and I love my library and I'm always happy to talk books or give readers advisory/recommend books for you!! When I'm not doing school, work, or RP, I have an eclectic mess of hobbies. I'm AuDHD (Autism + ADHD) and that has a huge affect on my entire life, of course, but I'm also late-diagnosed so I'm still learning about what the diagnoses mean for me. ANYWAY I like to play casual video games, rewatch the same YouTube videos over and over, write for OCs, play D&D, Cosplay, and color/attempt artistic endeavors. I'm a Disney fan, and I love Disney movies, and I have a big special interest in Disney Park Attraction History--I've actually made a whole bunch of programs at my library a la Defunctland about 3 of the 4 WDW parks, and I'm currently working on making one about the hotels of WDW. If given half a chance I may accidentally talk your ear off about the vast amount of random facts I know. Sorry in advance. I can be found on twitter (@/wickedlysecret)! I'm USUALLY locked, but at the time of posting I'm not. If you find me locked, don't be afraid to request to follow, I'm happy to be moots with other Isolans!

#isola munday #isola mun intro #dunks an icon of my d&d oc at the beginning of this. ps please ask me about asumyn i would love to talk about her #also fun fact the icon is from a commission i got from diz who's accepting commissions rn so go gogo gog o #real quick throws a cut in there i forgot to do that before lmao

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thetruearchmagos · 5 months

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15 OC Questions!

Thank you kindly @theprissythumbelina for the Tag!

You mentioned my MCs, but I wouldn't say I have any considering how I do the whole writing thing. So, for the sake of actually having something to talk about, I'll go with Gustav J. Schmidt, specifically in his post-Wars iteration.

1. Are you named after anyone? No, no, I don't believe so. 2. When was the last time you cried? Last week, and I'm not afraid to say it. We'd just wrapped a memorial, you see, and that night I suppose it all washed over me, as strong as ever. It was, nice, and at least I had Higgs with me... 3. Do you have kids? Oh, no, none at all! But, well, I've always... that is to say, we're not old crows yet, if you get my meaning! 4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Too often, and yet at the same time not enough. 5. What’s the first thing you notice about people? How they dress, followed by how they walk. 6. What’s your eye color? Blue like clear skies, and as sharp as they were a decade ago. 7. Scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings, any time. Never quite understood the appeal of horror, once you've seen enough of the real stuff cheap gore is soft stuff. 8. Any special talents? I'll have you know I played for the Army team at the Services Billiards Tourney for three years straight when I was a Captain at GSI, and we won the whole run! Oh, those were the days... 9. Where were you born? Well, that is for me to know, and for you, not to. 10. What are your hobbies? Well, these days I've finally found the time to polish off some old writing I left unfinished back at GSI- the General Staff Institute, that is. It's work, but the sort I for the passion of it more than anything else. 11. Have you any pets? Never could stand animals, myself. We had Ol' Sarge Scalie back in Shatihab, the Corps mascot, but I left him in the care of the veterinary folks as much as possible. Cute creature for a desert lizard, but acidic bile never had a place in my tent. 12. What sports do you play/have played? My old Colonel put me on the Battalion rugby team for a game, and that accounts for the sum total of my sporting career. Damn near broke my back that day... 13. How tall are you? Oh, last I checked I was fifteen short of two metres, which isn't much less than when I commissioned. The difference being that I was considered lanky at 19, and now decidedly less so. 14. Favorite subject in school? Oh, I adored history! Majored in it at Northrop, and whenever I was out of field work I tried to get sent somewhere academic to get more of it. Military history, for the most part, though I suppose that comes with the uniform. 15. Dream job? Well, unless another war breaks out and my services find themselves in need, I'm hoping to keep where I am now. A permanent residency at GSI would be nice, or perhaps the new Combined Services Staff Institute they're opening. I've every confidence that our new officership will prove themselves to be every bit our superiors, and I'd like to help make that happen.

I, myself, will be Tagging @hessdalen-globe (For you nagging!) @athenswrites @thatndginger @avrablake @coffeexafterxmidnight and anyone who'd like to take part!

#writeblr #writing #writeblr stuff #my ocs #my wips

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aheckinmess · 2 months

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Hollow Harmony || Present Mic x OC

(One-shot series 3/3 chapters posted - posted regularly on Saturdays.)

Read on AO3.

Tags: Graphic violence, Hizashi Yamada x OC, Present Mic, Present Mic saves the day, Hizashi Yamada is a ray of sunshine, angst, hurt/comfort, smut, fluff, pro hero to the rescue, learning how to people again, no longer a puppet, wedding time

Word Count: 5,127 words

Summary: One year after breaking free of a horrible life, Ichijiku has made great strides in her mental health and trauma, as well as her relationship with Hizashi. As their impending wedding approaches, Ichijiku starts worrying about the possible roadblocks intimacy could create. One apathetic Aizawa lends his aide and advice.

Author's Note: I haven't posted fanfiction in years, but after a two-year obsession with My Hero Academia, I have more than enough content to share. This first series is pretty dark, but there's some comfort and sweetness along the way. Enjoy.

Content Warning: Smut included in this chapter.

Chapter 3: Harmonious Happenings

Ichijiku (Tigress)

"Are you ready to head home?"

"No. I need to walk around a little bit. I want to talk to you about something, but I'm not sure how to bring up the subject."

"Is this about physical intimacy with Hizashi?"

I look up at Shouta with shock and disbelief. I knew even before we became friends that he was good at reading Hizashi's mind, but damn! Is he sure erasure is his only quirk? Telepathy seems to come in at a close second. But I can't help it. Such a topic while walking down the street makes my cheeks turn pink. "Y-Yes. Am I that obvious?"

"That...was just a lucky guess." He admits with a drawl. "You've been acting a little off since he proposed to you. It's been, what, six months?" As if you're not keeping count, Logic Boi. He's your best friend.

"Yeah...the wedding will be coming up any day now." That's brought on a whole new wave of conflicted emotions. "I guess I'm just starting to get really anxious. I'm scared."

"About the preparations or about marrying Hizashi?"

"Well, a little of both. But mostly the marrying Zashi part." I admit, fidgeting with the ends of my sleeves in the autumn breeze. "This time last year I almost cut him out of my life entirely for similar reasons. But it's not the same. I'm scared because if he ends up like Kigai–"

"I'll personally wring his neck for you." Shouta finishes for me. "Hizashi is one of the most easy-going people I know. He won't take advantage of you like that. You've been with him long enough to know that. There's something else you're afraid of then, right?"

Damn Logic Boi.

"Right..." I sigh, wondering if this is a conversation I should be having with him and not my therapist. Ms. Sheila said having friends and confidants to talk to are just as important. "I'm worried that...I won't be able to be that intimate with him like he wants right away."

"Okay. Why does that worry you?"

"Because I," Warmth starts creeping into my neck. "Because I've...been able to tell that he gets excited...ahem and I've been privy to that too. So I'm scared that he'll think he's obligated to it once we're married."

"When he first wanted to kiss you, did he seem to think he was obligated to it?"

I blink up at him. "You know about that?"

"Ichi, Hizashi was bouncing off the walls before he went to that hibachi place with you. I'm surprised you got through the first three minutes without him confessing his love on the spot." It sounds so amusing with his dry delivery.

"Oh." Was I really that oblivious? Wow, guess you really are more stupider than I thought. You were still hypervigilant and afraid. It's only natural you'd have missed the signs. "Well...no, he didn't seem to think he was obligated to it, I don't guess."

"Then what makes you think he'd feel obligated to sex?" His tone isn't judgmental, just curious. I'm grateful for it.

"Well, it's different than a kiss, you know? I mean people kiss each other all the time. It's a lot easier to say no...or to stop if it gets too scary." My poor sleeves go through the wringer as I start rambling. A man passing by yells so loudly that I flinch. "B-But it's much harder with sex. If I think I'm okay to start but have to stop, I can't just tell him no in the middle like when we kiss."

"Why not?"

"Because then he'll be mad." I whimper. Eucalyptus tickles my nostrils and I grip my chest and the front of my shirt. "He'll be mad and then he'll hit me and leave me alone."

"Ichi, you're gripping your shirt. Take a deep breath." Shouta instructs.

"Shit. Not now. I'm sorry." I put my face in my hands and grip my hair. "I'm so sorry."

"Take a deep breath. You're safe. He's not here now and you're walking on the sidewalk with me. There's a fire hydrant coming up and a woman rocking her baby while she waits on the bench for a bus. The streets are chatty but not bustling and the wind is cold. Someone's selling fried rice because I can smell it from here. Breathe." He says, immersing me in my present surroundings like my therapist has advised me to do.

Rough sidewalk. Red fire hydrant. Baby crying. Screeching bus tires. Cold wind. Fried rice...with shrimp and broccoli. The visual and sensual cues help me the most. It helps ground me in the present. I inhale and I exhale and the eucalyptus starts to fade. Kigai's hand ghosts my shoulder but I focus on the white lines drawn on the crosswalk and a little girl's cheerful laugh as she swings her doll around. It was the guy yelling that sent me out of it. We're still in the present. Everything is okay. That's it, Little One. Good job.

"Thank you." I take one final breath and glance at him for a moment before I regroup and go back to my original conversation. "Anyway...it's just not the same, Shouta."

"Of course it's the same. You're allowed to tell him to stop at all times. Whether that's before or during the act." Shouta reassures me.

This is new information that makes me pause. You're being a little tease, aren't you? Telling me you want it and changing your mind? Bullshit! You're mine and you'll do exactly as I tell you! I nearly halt right in the middle of the sidewalk, but I power through, needing to have this conversation. I need to talk to someone and hopefully get some coping strategies before I have to pull through this with Zashi. Shouta's probably one of the best people to do that with. He knows him so well.

"Kigai...stopped caring about what I had to say the first time I tried to resist." I admit, tapping my teeth together in my mouth as I purposefully avoid eye contact.

"That's rape." Shouta's voice changes. He still sounds apathetic, but I've learned there are certain intonations where I can tell he's upset. This is one of those times. "Only a scumbag would do that."

"So if I decide to try but...we're in the middle...erm, doing stuff and I get uncomfortable...I can tell him to stop?" I rub my arms nervously, but not because I'm flustered about the subject now. It's because ghostly memories haunt the edge of my mind. "He won't...be angry with me?"

"Let me make this abundantly clear," Shouta begins as I unlock my door to my house and he helps me bring in my wedding finds. I have him set them on the counter while I close and lock the door. "Hizashi can be balls deep inside you and you're allowed to tell him to stop. Knowing Hizashi, who knows about your situation, he'll communicate with you how he needs to stop. If he needs to pull back entirely, if he just needs to wait for you to take a breath and continue, that sort of thing. Hizashi's not going to be angry at you for needing time to work through anything. You lived through hell for three years, Ichijiku. Both he and I and our other friends know that takes time to get over."

I can't help but laugh. Not only because it feels like a weight's been lifted from my shoulders, but also because I'd never expected to hear Shouta Aizawa say the words balls deep inside you to me of all people.

"That's encouraging to know. Thanks, Shouta."

"Of course. And if he ends up whining about it, I'll threaten to cut the circulation from his testicles and he won't have to worry about it at all."

. . . . .

Time flashes by until I'm adorned in a beautiful white dress with my hair twirled and curled in intricate fashion to frame my features. Anxieties ripple through my skin until I see Hizashi standing at the end of the aisle. My heart grows and swells inside my chest until I make it to his side, glowing with joy that he looks so awed and proud as I step up beside him. I give Shouta and Oboro a wave. Nemuri winks at me when I turn back to that side.

And then everything rushes by in a blur. We repeat our vows to the ordained and God, exchange a kiss that makes me dizzy, and then suddenly my last name is Yamada. The after party flurries by because I'd asked for a smaller ceremony, to which Hizashi thankfully obliged.

It's when we start getting closer to our honeymoon destination that I start getting nervous. Just breathe, Cub, remember what Shouta said. He won't do anything you're not ready for. That's the problem. I want to be ready for that. I have a high libido. I'm more than ready physically...but...I'm not at the same time. It frustrates me. Why wouldn't it frustrate him? Everything is going to be okay. When we finally make it to the beach house, Hizashi fully picks me up bridal style to walk me through the threshold. "I heard this was a tradition, so I thought I'd treat you." He laughs, setting me down once we get inside. He looks around. "Damn. This place is nice!"

He's not wrong. I look around and instantly feel the comfort of being in a large space to call my own for the next two weeks. "Oh, look!" There's a little basket setting on the coffee table in the living space. When I pad over to look at it, I flush with a nervous chuckle. "Eeps. It's from Nemuri." I can already see the pink thong sticking out in a folded flower and quickly walk in the other direction. "Y-You can look at that. I'm going to go try and get out of this dress."

"Would you like some help? Can you reach the zipper?" He asks as he also forgoes the gift offering for now.

I swallow, take a deep breath, and nod. "Yes, please." As much as I'm scared of what might come next, I can't get my dress off alone.

We make our way to the room we'll be staying in. My anxiety heightens as I'm innately aware of how close Hizashi is. I pull him into the master bathroom so I can start working on getting all of the pins out of my hair while watching him as he works the zipper.

"Hey, are you okay?" He asks me once he's got the dress hanging open for me to step out. I notice he's looking me over from the back, but he doesn't touch me. "Your breathing is off."

"I'm a little nervous." I don't feel the need to elaborate.

I wring my fingers and twist my newly acquired ring as I look down at it. Then I step out of my dress and start looking for my overnight bag full of clothes.

"Nervous?" Hizashi asks before his eyes widen and he seems to understand. "Oh! Oh. Hey, you don't have to be nervous, lovebug." He crosses over to me as I rifle through my bag and kisses my cheek, but doesn't even move to hug me while I'm half naked in front of him. "I won't do anything you don't want to. You excite me, sure, but tonight doesn't have to be about anything sexual if you don't want it to be." He chuckles to lighten the atmosphere. "Just don't mind me if my body responds. I'm a big boy, I'll be able to handle it even if I can't help what my body does."

I start pulling on some lounge clothes, exhausted from the long social day. When I turn to him, I carefully plant myself against his chest.

"That's...that's the problem. I want...I want you. I'm just scared of wanting you, because I'm scared of how I'll respond. I'm scared I'll disappoint you. I'm scared you'll be mad and it'll ruin everything." I swallow thickly.

He's quiet for a moment, which means a lot coming from Hizashi because he's usually so vocal. It makes me feel good to know he's really thinking this over and choosing his words carefully for me. His hands rub my back and I feel him plant a kiss on the top of my head. Safe. He's safe.

"Well, let's talk about how you want to address it then." He holds my chin delicately to make me look up at him. "Is it something you'd like to try tonight? Or something you want to try sometime this week? Or even further down the line?" He pauses before adding. "Before you answer, know that any of your answers are acceptable, lovebug. I'm willing to work with you. I know it's hard for you."

My eyes get glassy. How is he so wonderful? I have to push forward again to hug him tight, sniffling as I'm overwhelmed with affection that over three years ago I thought didn't exist - or if it did, I thought I'd never get to have it.

"I want..." I take a deep breath and gauge the swirling emotions in my gut. "I want to try...tonight...and throughout the week?" I pause again. "I don't want...to let Kigai influence how I react to you because I know you're not him." I squeeze him in my arms and am rewarded with a squeeze back. "But I don't know...how...to try it. I don't know what I'll be comfortable with or if I'll freak out. And that scares me."

"Hmm," He hugs me for a moment as he thinks. "Why don't we start with baby steps, lovebug? Would you like to try a shower together? That way you can just get used to me in your general vicinity without making any moves on you? Or do you need a smaller step than that?"

I think it over. That should be fine to start...knowing if I can handle him naked in my proximity...that would be good to know to begin with. And if you can't, just tell him that. He'll slow down for you. He's already made that pretty clear. Right...right. "I think we can try that." I agree, before pulling back and fidgeting with my pajama sleeves.

"Alright, well...how do you want to start this, then?" He asks, before he leans over to start the shower. "I guess to start with I'll let you choose the water temperature."

"Thanks." I focus heavily on my breathing for the next few moments, reaching in and adjusting the nozzles until I'm ready to turn on the shower. When that's done, I take a deep breath. "Okay...okay." Ms. Sheila said a good tip was to relax and start with what I'm comfortable with. "Can I have a kiss?"

Hizashi finally breaks into a smile and leans down to close the distance and set his hands on my hips to pull me closer. I'm used to this by now, it feels safe and familiar. I tug at his lip and run my hands along his chest over his shirt. As I feel more comfortable, I tentatively move my fingers under his shirt to do the same thing, just against his skin.

We're okay. We've done some of this before. I'm safe. This is Zashi. I move my fingers up his chest and around his neck. helping him wiggle out of his shirt. When I pull back for air, I'm rewarded with a delectably handsome sight that fills me full of longing...and fear.

I have to remember to breathe as I drink him in. Even though it's just his top half, I can already feel my tummy flipping and warmth make my body tingle. My fingers tremble when I rub my fingers over his abs.

"Are you okay?" He asks me through heavy breaths. "Do you need a minute or can I take off the rest?"

I squeak and hide behind my hands for a moment. It's okay. He's okay. He's safe. Breathe.

"Y-Yeah. If...if I need you to stop, I'll tell you." I promise.

I'm both fully and not at all prepared for when he pulls down the rest of his clothes. My breath gets shaky, but not for reasons I thought it'd be. My body is flooded with desire and eagerness. A soft sound escapes me when his cock starts to harden. Glory, glory what a hell of a way to die, indeed. I want it. You're mine, slut. Shut your fucking mouth, fiend. I tense involuntarily for a moment.

Hizashi clears his throat and asks, "Do you want me to watch you undress too? Or would you rather I hop in the shower first and wait for you?"

"Can, um," I hold my shoulder shyly and flush darkly. "Can you hop in first?"

He kisses my cheek. "Of course." And then he takes off his glasses and disappears behind the curtain.

It takes me a few moments to re-coordinate my mind and breathe, but when I do, I feel comfortable enough to strip down and ready myself. It's going to be fine. It's going to be okay. He won't hurt you, Cub. He's safe. And then I step into the shower.

As promised, Hizashi keeps his distance. He doesn't even look at me for a while as he just lets the water run over him. When he finally does catch my eyes, I don't miss how his eyes widen. He makes a little grunt and his cock twitches again, but to his credit he restrains himself.

"Didn't know it was possible for you to look even more gorgeous without clothes, but here we are." He teases with a wink, before going back to getting cleaned off.

His comment simultaneously fuels my lust and allays my fears. He...he didn't just grab me and have his way. He's being very careful and sweet and...god, it's hot. I manage to make it through the entirety of the shower without feeling too uncomfortable or having a panic attack. The closest I get to panic is when he asks about a scar on my back where Kigai threw a book at me. Somehow, though, I manage to get through an explanation without crying.

When we hop out and dry off, my emotions begin growing more intense. There's a wet place between my legs that I simply can't dry off. We get dry and I stand up on my toes to pull him into a fiery kiss that draws a moan from deep inside. God, that feels better than I ever expected.

His response is eager but hesitant. He doesn't fully touch me until I guide his hands to my bare hips. His arousal presses against my belly in a mutual desire as I move my arms back around his neck and grip him tight. All of the hot and heavy needs rolling around my body have me seeing stars. I pull back with heavy pants and press my forehead against his to look at him hungrily.

"W-Why don't...we move this to the bed?" My neck heats up as I ask.

"Are you sure?" Worry flickers in his eyes.

"I'm sure. I'll tell you if I'm not."

"Then, may I carry you?" He asks first, hands hovering until I nod. Only then does he pick me up with a flourish and carry me over to the bed. He gently lays me across the pillows. "How do you want me?"

Not Kigai. Not Kigai. Not Kigai. I remind myself as he looks down at me so softly. I rub his arms and pull at him to urge him further down. Okay. It's fine. This feels good. He feels warm. "Kiss me more?" I request.

"Happily." He obliges, tasting like spearmint gum and wedding cake.

We make out like this for at least five minutes, though it feels like an eternity of blissful intimacy. I can feel Hizashi get harder the longer we go, and I could swear I've accumulated a little puddle between my thighs by now. So I brave the waters and skim my fingers along his sides, up his arms, and guide him to squeeze a breast.

The jolt of excitement I feel draws a moan from me. The surprise I feel is so palpable my eyes flash open and I grip his hair to pull him closer. I like that. I'm not scared of him. I want more. This is nothing like it was with Kigai. Good job, Little One. But be mindful; don't let your guard down. I heed the tiger's voice. As much as I want to go feral and pick up the pace, I want to be cautious. I've learned through therapy and non-sexual experiences that even when it starts out easy, sometimes my trauma hits me out of nowhere.

Thankfully, Hizashi's gentle hands help keep me in a right frame of mind. He squeezes my breasts again before pulling back for a moment, rubbing his thumb slowly over my nipples.

"Is this okay, lovebug?"

"Yes." I purr, arching up into his hands eagerly. "I like that a lot."

"Tell me if it becomes too much." He reminds me, before he kisses the little valley between both breasts. "Is that okay?"

"Mhmm..." I massage the hand massaging me. "You can use your mouth, I think. It should be okay."

Even though I assure him, he still moves slowly as he puts his tongue to work. He starts on the least sensitive spot on the soft flesh outside of my boob and slowly works back in to my nipple, asking before he moves in each time. Once he seems to think I've been properly doted upon up there, he pulls back with that familiar worried glaze in his eyes.

"You think you'll be okay if I work my way down? I don't want to rush you."

I gauge my emotions and arousal. My heart's haywire, but not from fear. I'm pretty sure I'll orgasm if he plays his cards right (something Kigai never managed despite touting his conquest of me anytime he could).

"I think it'll be okay. But can you keep moving slowly?" I plead, looking up at him with all the fondness and vulnerability I can muster.

"Of course. I never want to hurt you." He kisses me sweetly, moves up to press another kiss on my forehead, and then moves his hand to rub over my belly while he move his head down so our tongues can dance again.

Soon, his fingers find their mark.

"Fuck, you're soaked." His cock twitches against my thigh as I flush and hide my face behind my hands. His soothing voice lilts into my ear to comfort me. "Hey, hey, it's okay. I'm glad I make you feel so good. Can I move my fingers?"

"Mhmm..." Even though I don't really say words, my voice still quivers. Not Kigai! I take a few deep breaths to drive my orgasm away so I can talk better."Just...start with my clit a little bit. Don't go straight in yet. I-I need a little more work-up so it'll feel better."

"You got it, lovebug."

His fingers play me like an instrument. And I've learned by now just how good he is at playing any instrument he gets his hands on. He plucks and presses my buttons experimentally until I'm singing out his composition. His finger rings around my clit as he bites my neck. The flurry of pleasure rushing down between my legs surprises me. I didn't think I'd like biting, but color me hot and bothered!

"Zashi!" I yelp out as my back comes off the bed. Endorphins rush through my body as I nearly cum right then. "A-Almost. So close." I pant, trembling under his hands.

"Good, lovebug. Do you want me to rub your clit some more or cum on my fingers?"

I squeak in embarrassment and I give him a half-lidded smile. "I want to feel your fingers...to see if it's going to be okay."

"I'll go slowly. Tell me if you're uncomfortable at any point." He coos, before a finger caresses my entrance. We watch each other as my orgasm builds and he seeks to please me without hurting me.

"I'm going to two now..." He breathes, eyes dilated and hungry as he pushes in another digit and I moan.

My fingers grip his hair and the sheets. So close. Almost there. Please. He keeps the pace slow until I beg him to move a little faster, unable to wait any longer. Almost as soon as he picks up the pace, I'm driven over the edge.

Only right before I cry out his name, I stop. If Kigai knows I'm feeling this good...he'll get jealous. Instinctively, I find my head lulling back as I stare blankly at the ceiling even as sweet bliss floods my senses. You know how good I made you feel, little whore? And you're giving HIM your orgasm?! STOP! You only brought my cub sorrow, bastard. At least Hizashi knows how to please her before himself, you selfish fuckboy.

"Ichan?" Hizashi notices the change instantly and pulls back completely. He turns on his side and covers his bottom half under the covers as he looks at me. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Was that too much? I should have–" But he never finishes.

A sob bursts out of my chest. I cover my face with my hands as the aftershocks of my orgasm bleed into the discordant notes of trauma wracking my body. I want to focus on the pleasure but only pain drips down my cheeks.

"He never made me orgasm." I blubber out, whimpers trickling out of my throat. "I-It felt...like I was going to get in trouble because that was the first time...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I'm sorry."

"Hey, shh..." He rubs my shoulder and kisses my cheek. "I'm here. No one's going to hurt you. You're allowed to feel good, lovebug. I'm glad I could make you feel good."

I sniffle as I turn over each of his words, breathing through each of them.

"You're not upset...that you didn't orgasm first...?" I ask fearfully.

"Ichan, if I had my way, I'd make you orgasm until my name was the only thing you could say. It's my pleasure to make you feel good. If I orgasm, that's an icing on the cake, but your happiness will always come first for me." He places his hand at my cheek as he looks at me in earnest.

In a tentative attempt at shouldering past the trauma Kigai left and recapturing the mood, I wrap my arms around his neck and tug at his lip with my teeth.

"Thank you." The sentiment hangs in the air like a comforting shroud for a few moments as we just hold each other. I stare up into the tender yellow of his eyes until I think I'm ready to continue. "I'm ready to try more...if you are?"

"I'm ready only if you're sure you're okay." He kisses my forehead again and combs his fingers through my hair. "How do you want me?"

Kigai's voice still tickles my ears as I think about my next request, but I grit my teeth, take a deep breath, and surge forward. You're mine, whore. You don't get to tell me that I'm yours anymore. Because I'm not! "Can...can you kiss me a little more and then...maybe try...going inside?"

It's a big step. I know it's a big step. But my stubborn determination and Shouta's reassurance ringing in my head that Hizashi will stop anytime I ask him makes the decision. Besides, I've always been driven by my emotions. And right now I'm high on feel-good hormones.

"Are you sure, lovebug? I can move slower if you need me to." Even as he says it, I can tell from his expression that he's eager. And who could blame him? I feel the same.

"I'm sure. I'll tell you if it's too much." I promise.

He doesn't go in right away, even after I reassure him. He's good to me and smatters kisses all over every inch of skin he finds while his fingers work me up again. I close my eyes and allow myself to feel good for once. This...this is what intimacy is supposed to feel like.

"I'm going to move in, lovebug." His voice is strained and I feel his hand on my cheek.

I open my eyes and give him a flushed grin. "Okay, Zashi. I'm okay."

As he moves in, I go from okay to good to great to exquisite. It takes some time - he's still very hesitant - but by the time he's fully buried himself inside me, my thoughts are a mixture of electricity and heady clouds. I start realizing why people call it cloud nine.

"Shit..." He breathes in my ear, sending a pleasant tremor straight down my shoulders and spine. He tries to move away from me but I hold him closer. "You okay?"

"Can you...talk in my ear some more...?" I squeak out, my hips already moving to try and get some friction. We've learned auditory cues are a big trigger for me. I wonder if having some positive auditory cues will help me relax? It's worth a shot. But be on your guard.

I can hear him smirk before he chuckles and gets in close again.

"Like this?" He purrs softly, sending my eyes rolling in my head. "Do you want me to tell you how much I love you? How sweet and loveable you are? How gorgeous?" With each word, he washes away my inhibitions and I feel my muscles relaxing. "I'm going to move now, lovebug. You still okay?"

"Yes." I groan, craning my neck over to indulge in a hot kiss.

I pull back and start trailing my fingers around the shells of his ears resulting in a response that makes me feel good inside. I feel his hips spasm and the high-pitched whine he unleashes in my ear has my body shuddering against him.

"So good...touch me more." His pace grows, and so does my need. "Make me feel good with those delicate fingers. Let me make you feel good, too."

"Zashiiiii..." I whine, moving up to lick his ear to see if that makes him feel good too. I'm not disappointed with the sounds he makes. "You feel good...it doesn't hurt...I love you so much." I whimper as he moves faster and harder.

When we're both at our limit and our orgasm begins to clash together in perfect harmony, Kigai's voice tries to interrupt again. No! You're not in control of me anymore. She's not your puppet!

So when we finally break together? Hizashi's name is the only one in my mind and on my lips.

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gotta know everything about via! also u & me 🤝 winchester half-sister ocs ✨ via and jude should vibe. and via and kat can have curvy girl solidarity.

what’s her relationship like with the brothers and her dad? what about with bobby? what’s her favourite animal? does she accessorise her stuff (phones, laptop, etc)? what monster is she most and least afraid of? — @xoteajays

AHHH, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING ABOUT MY BABY, TJ!!! I am also gonna tag @endless-oc-creations and @aceyanaheim since they also asked about Via’s relationship with her brothers, and @goldheartedchaoticdisaster and @ginevrastilinski-ocs because I know they love my girl. <3

Her relationship with her brothers:

Via’s relationship with Sam is actually pretty sweet, considering that they didn’t even meet until Via was fifteen and that first meeting was the first time Sam had even been made aware that she existed. It’s a bit awkward at first, sure, but they bond pretty quickly over being Certified John Winchester Haters, and even though Via isn’t very good at research or the more academic parts of hunting, she’s very fascinated by it and is always willing to listen to Sam’s rambling. They also get to bond later on over being Winchester siblings with inhuman powers (or magic, in Via’s case), and overall their relationship is just really sweet and awesome siblings.

Her relationship with Dean is… a lot more complicated than with Sam. They’ve known each other for several years longer than Via and Sam have, but since, as I said, Via absolutely hates John and can’t understand how blind Dean’s faith in him is, and Dean sees Via as being ungrateful that John took her in and taught her something as noble as being a hunter, so they get into a lot of arguments. They definitely get better about that, though, as Dean slowly starts to see John for who he really is, and even when they didn’t get along they would have done anything and given their lives to protect each other - after all, Via is Dean’s baby sister and Dean is Via’s big brother who was her only source of comfort during the darker days after John took her in, and at the end of the day that’s just how Winchester siblings work. (Plus, they eventually get to bond over being in love with angels, and Via’s the one who eventually helps Dean to realize and accept that he’s bi, so while their dynamic is sweet in a totally different way than her and Sam’s is, it is still sweet.)

Her relationship with her dad:

Oh ho ho. When I tell you that Olivia Winchester hates John Winchester with every fibre of her being, I am not kidding. She didn’t hate him from the first moment they met, certainly, but she didn’t exactly ever love him - she wasn’t sure what to make of him when he first picked her up, not understanding why he had never tried to seek her before if he had known she existed. And then he pretty much immediately tells her all about the supernatural existing and starts her training as a hunter, and as soon as she realizes that he and Dean aren’t just crazy, all that confusion turns into resentment, which then turns into hatred. She hates that John cares so little about her mother, so little that he doesn’t even remember her last name when Anne cared enough to give her daughter his last name, and she hates that he forced his children to become his little soliders rather than letting them have a normal childhood (a hatred which only grows when they meet Adam and she learns that he got to live normally), so much that she only ever refers to him as John, never Dad, and only sometimes sir through gritted teeth when he forces it out of her. John, in turn, thinks she’s a defiant, ungrateful little shit and strongly regrets ever taking her in… so, yeah, their relationship isn’t great.

Her relationship with Bobby:

Oh, you mean the guy she wishes was her dad? And who also wishes he was her dad? Yeah, she and Bobby really love each other. They first met shortly after John took Via in, when he dropped her off at Bobby’s house because he was going off on a hunt with Dean and she wasn’t ready to go along with them yet. From the very first moment Bobby laid eyes on that skinny little girl with bags under her eyes from all the nightmares she’d been having, he swore that he would always protect her, even as she got older and sassier and more capable of protecting herself. They tend to trade sarcastic, witty banter back and forth whenever they meet up, and sometimes they really do annoy each other, but Via would still go to Bobby’s house whenever John sent her away for annoying him, and she associates the taste of the shitty dollar-store tea he bought just for her with warmth and love, and they’re both the only person besides the boys (and, later, El) that the other will accept hugs from. Just like with Sam and Dean, Bobby is Via’s dad, no matter what DNA they both have and no matter if either of them ever acknowledge it. (Which they do, anyway. Once or twice Via’s even done it in front of John, both because it’s true and to watch the vein pop out in his forehead.)

Her favorite animal:

Oh, Via loves bats. They are her absolute favorite things ever, besides her sawed-off, and she would very much keep one for a pet if it was safe and allowed. She thinks it’s super cool that they’re the only mammals that can fly and the only flying creatures with thumbs, and besides that, she just thinks they’re the most adorable little guys ever. Dean thinks she’s weird for it and Sam very seriously worries that she’s going to try to pet one one day and have to get a rabies shot, but she’s never going to let that stop her.

Does she accessorize:

Listen. Via is totally a stickers girl in a life that does not very often allow for stickers. She loves them, especially the cool personally designed Etsy ones with Vine quotes and stuff on them, and she’ll buy ones that catch her eye at truck stops and gas stations when she can, but she doesn’t really own a lot that she would be able to decorate with them. Sam does let her put a few that he approves of on his laptop, though, and eventually after she comes out to her brothers, Dean pays someone to sew a lesbian flag patch onto her favorite denim jacket for her birthday. So she does get some opportunities to accessorize, even if it’s not as often as she’d like.

What monster she’s most afraid of:

Very definitely vampires. For as much as she makes a bunch of Dracula jokes whenever they go up against some, it really scares Via that these blood-suckers are so vicious and that there are so few ways to kill them, and that you have to actually get up close to cut their heads off most of the time, which she hates.

What monster she’s least afraid of:

Probably ghosts, although that still depends on the type of ghost and how angry a spirit they are. Mostly, though, they’re pretty easy to deal with and can’t cause too much physical harm, so Via’s usually relieved when they get a ghost case because it’s something of a break from all the shit they usually have to deal with.

Again, thanks so much for asking about my girl!! It means a lot. <3 <3

#asks about my ocs #oc: via winchester

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