#to raise her little nibbles a little different than she used to do

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Manon: Pardon me?!

Stam: What kind of a suit is that?!

Klaus-Ove: Me? Mine?

Manon: Why, yes!

Orbin: Mine, probably.

Stam: Orbin! You're positively reeking of mothballs! Don't - ugh, don't even think of coming near Rachel in that thing. You'll ruin your... why! am I even saying this?

Orbin: Sorry. It's my father's wedding suit. He wore it on the happiest day of his life. I don't own a suit myself so I figured it "suits", haha, to borrow it, for a special day like this. Don't I look, like, "flashy"?

Manon and Stam: "Flashy"?

Manon: Oh, my eyes are hurting me, Mr. Larsen. I cannot look at you. Flashy? Those colours are thunder flashes to the soul. You may be artistic, little pup, but this isn't exactly a display of good taste and modesty!

Klaus-Ove: And why not?

Manon and Stam: Why not?!

Klaus-Ove: People, look at the big picture. Squint your eyes. I am just a simplified representation of this breathtaking nature all around us: the green and mustard grasses, the grey skies and waters, my seven ginger strands of hair, hahaha. I could've gone a little more with the greys, I admit. But imagine Rachel next to me. She's got her hair up. She wears a long dress, like, teal, or soft flaxen... white? Would she not be the only one, anybody would be looking at, next to me? Exactly. And nothing would make me happier. Mr. Stam "let me show some more of my chest so everyone will notice how hot I am" Hardenes!

Stam: I.. I... Oh, shut it.

Klaus-Ove: Hahaha, just teasing, man. You don't care about looks, I know, it's okay, you probably lost a button when you changed. I'll help you look for it later.

Manon: Oh, this is terrible. Absolutely terrible. My apologies, dear Rachel, this was a true misreckoning on my part. Please, please, erase their formal appearance from your mind when this is over... They were such fine, charming gentlemen before... Do - I urge you - do take them to a taylor's first, before you'll debut with either of them in society! Now, gentlemen, let's not prolong this and take our leave. A final bow, a kiss, to our esteemed lady!

And with that, Miss Rachel Murray, I feel my little adventure, my story about love, is coming to an end.

It wasn't an easy task, but I'm honoured to feel a little of what it must have been for you. My big little nibbles, presenting their solemnest of hearts to only you, dearest and loveliest you. By now they're all behaving like loosened hosiery, pardon me, but you've seen them. Their ways and wishes, words and dreams, and in between the lines, who they truly are.

Dearest Rachel, I wish you the very best of luck. Meeting my gentlemen, and the many more that seek your friendship and affection. Have fun, dear girl, on your journey. I bow to you too. And please, let me, or let my Watcher know some day, how it all turned out for you. It's not only love, it is life.

So, good-day, Watchers, Authors and Readers! Thank you so very much for spending your time with us. And now: back to our own worlds.

(behind the scenes:)

The gentlemen: Thanks, Miss de La Haye. A bow and a kiss for you too. Here. Here!

Manon: Stop it. Stop it.

The gentlemen: Well done! Good job. Rachel will be over the moon. We'll take it from here! But we'll forever and always be your big little nibbles too.

Manon: My heart. My goodness. Give me a minute to breathe, to recuperate, before our Watcher just magically poofs us back to where we came from. Please excuse me, lovelies. This is not the easiest thing to say good-bye to...

My big little nibbles. This desolate, lovely island. My heart, my heart, connecting with these gentle souls, like it does with each and every one of my children... it's, it's - how did I ever get to experience this? How do I go back to Praaven remembering this? Knowing these kind of men exist, knowing this kind of love exists, ready to be given to one special woman... Not me...

How do I live on, with all this inside of me?

What... And what... if she makes me... forget? What if my Watcher makes me forget this ever happened, when she sends me back?!

Heavens, no! To forget what became so dear... I don't want to, no... she can't - is that hell? Will she truly send me through hell, to get back?! All of us?!

My goodness, my goodness!! May the heavens help me!!

Stam: Guys, something is wrong with our hostess. She's having a ... meltdown? Miss! Miss de La Haye, are you alright?!

Orbin: Miss de La Haye? Are you in pain?

Klaus-Ove: Miss de La Haye!

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#a man for rachel #@kimmiessimmies #intermezzo AU mini story #that's it! #we'll see what happens over on kimmiessimmies' simblr! #and don't worry about manon #she came through hell remembering nothing but she awoke with a sudden strong determination #to raise her little nibbles a little different than she used to do #she would send a whole different generation of men into Praaven's historybooks!

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Open your eyes

Hi guys!

A new one, you can find the ask in here, from the prompt here :) For this one it's the number 2 and 9.

Alexia I miss you :(

Enjoy ♥

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Alexia. You’ve known her since you were a little girl. You met her when the ball she was playing with ended up in your backyard and she came looking for it, half hidden behind her father. Yours gave it back to them and the first look you exchanged with her was separated by the two pairs of legs of your fathers.

Over the years you have developed a flawless friendship, even if the life paths you have chosen are different. Alexia is a world-famous footballer, and you decided to follow your dream to become a photographer. You studied for that and you work for an agency that offers you mandates that allow you to live in a very comfortable way. And over time you have made your own customers who don't hesitate to contact you directly. Not to mention that, thanks to Alexia’s influence, the Barcelona football club calls you whenever they need official photos.

You have been present for Alexia during her career, attending her ups and downs. You were there during her various operations and Alexia convinced you to agree to participate in the report made on her, "Labor Omnia Vincit". You even gave an interview, some of which was broadcast on that occasion. The title "Childhood Friend and Photographer" made you laugh, because Alexia is much more than that to you.

The truth is, you’re completely in love with her.

You couldn't say how long, but in your opinion always even if you didn't understand the signs right away in your teenage naivety. Lost in your sexuality, you first tried to date boys, before turning to girls. Alexia never showed any signs of attraction to you, so you desperately tried to stifle your feelings for her in other people’s arms when Alexia was cooing with someone else.

It never worked out.

In fact, you’ve been single for about four years now and you’re resigned to ending up an old maid in your apartment with your two cats.

You had the misfortune to confide in Mapi about your feelings during an evening a little too alcoholic in which Alexia didn't participate, And since, she reminds you regularly that you should do something to get out of this situation. Alexia never being very clear about it, the tattooed doesn't really know what are the feelings of the blonde for you. But she told you that anyway, if Alexia has romantic feelings for you, seeing you with someone after so many years could make her react.

You don’t believe it for a second, it never has before so you don’t see why it would change today.

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"You have to do something Y/N, it’s no longer possible" sighs Mapi.

She’s been watching you nibble the black straw of your cocktail for longs minutes, looking gloomy. Alexia has obviously caught the eye of a girl tonight, with whom she has been talking for quite a while.

"What?" You mutter mechanically in return, not listening to her at all, without leaving Alexia’s eyes.

"I feel like I’m having a drink with Wednesday from the Adams Family" complains Mapi

"Let me guess, I should "Try another girls"? "

You use your fingers to mimic quotes, making Mapi’s rolls eyes.

"Clearly. I can feel your tension from here, you need to get laid."

"Oh fuck off Maria" you sigh as you let yourself go against the backrest of your chair. "Just go with your girlfriend and leave me alone"

You finally turned your eyes away from your best friend, but that’s only because she started looking at you. I’d rather swallow your straw right away than be caught looking at her.

After raising her middle finger in your direction, Mapi actually decides to join Ingrid on the dance floor. This doesn't prevent her from fondly tapping on your shoulder when she gets up.

You sigh and decide it’s time to go home. Alexia is no longer where she was and you’re not sure your nerves will stand to see her exchanging kisses with someone else. But when you get up, you are suddenly face with young woman who looks at you with a hesitant look.

"Hi" said the young woman timidly with an uncertain air.

"Hi?"

Her timid smiles is strange, but you let her explain the reason of her sudden presence next to you.

"Um… it’s probably a little weird, but your friend over there told me you haven’t stopped looking at me all night, and you're like kind of cute so…"

You follow the direction she shows you with her head, but you figured it out before your eyes fell on Mapi. The spaniard addresses you a big smile and a sign of the hand, then a wink too exaggerated. You hold back a sigh and turn your attention to the young woman in front of you. Blonde, with some tattoos, taller than you and green eyes. You weren’t looking at her, but you see very well what Mapi wanted to do. She is unbearable.

"Were you going to go home?" continues the blonde, looking at your purse in your hand and your jacket on your shoulders.

"Um… I was, to be really honest with you"

"Would you mind staying while I offer you at least one drink? Not for long, I swear."

You hesitate for a split second, looking at her thoughtfully. She looks nice and deep down she's not responsible of you being desperately in love with your best friend. You briefly bite the inside of your lip before deciding to accept.

"Great!"

After taking your order, Erika (who just told you her name) hurries to the bar. You sit back at the table, waiting for her return and you thank her with a big smile when she's back. You realize with a certain surprise that you actually get along pretty well. Erika has an easy conversation and you catch yourself laughing at what she tells you. If you don’t notice Alexia watching you from the bar where she’s leaning, Mapi doesn’t miss that little detail. Despite Ingrid who asks her to take care of her affairs.

You’ve been talking to Erika for 30 minutes when Alexia comes to sit beside you, putting her hand on your shoulder when she sits next to you.

"Oh hi. I wondered where you’ve been" you smile at her

"At the bar" mumble Alexia.

"Hum, okay" you answer before turning to Erika. "Ale, this is Erika. Erika, this is..."

"Alexia Putellas. I know" Erika smiles in a friendly way before reaching out to Alexia.

Alexia grabs her hand and smiles, but that’s not the kind of smile you like about Alexia. It’s the same kind of smile as when she forces herself on photos, not those that make her eyes shine. You wish you could question her, but you don’t see yourself doing it when Erika is with you.

"Do you want another drink?" Erika offers, putting her hand on yours.

You accept with a smile and she smiles back before getting up from her chair to go to the bar.

"Is everything okay?" You take the opportunity to ask Alexia.

"Why wouldn’t I be okay?"

The answer surprises you, you didn't expect a question back to yours, to be completely honest. Her gaze plunges into yours and you have the impression that it pierces you. You have well understood that something bothers her and as you are about to ask her if it's in relation to the girl with whom she was talking, Mapi lets herself fall loudly in a chair beside you.

"Well then? Where’s your pretty blonde, Y/N?"

"She went back to get us a drink. Besides, wait until I take care of your case" you add pointing an accusing finger at her.

"Oh, no need to thank me, it’s all natural" grins Mapi.

"I hate you" you mumble

"Besides, if I were you, I would join her rather than let her come back to the three of us. Kind of weird to find herself with your two friends."

You also don’t see the annoyed look Alexia gives her, but you’re not sure it’s a good idea. But Mapi doesn’t give you much choice again, forcing you to get up from your chair and push you in her direction. You end up going there and Mapi doesn't wait a single second to turn in Alexia's direction.

"What was that?"

"What?" Alexia groans.

"Your behavior Ale. You were in a good mood until Y/N started talking to Erika"

Alexia answers nothing, shrugging her shoulders before crossing her arms over her chest. Now she's the one looking gloomy.

"Wait, where did she go?"

Alexia’s frenetic gaze travels through the room without being able to find you, which annoys her as much as it worries her. While she's about to get up from her chair to go looking for you, Mapi puts a hand on her arm to prevent her from doing so.

"Alexia."

"You don’t know who this girl is and you’re pushing her in her arms," Alexia abruptly says. "She’s probably not good enough for her, since when do we meet great people in nightclubs? Y/N need someone who bought her flower, take her on romantic dates and who will take care of her. That's not the kind of person you met in here."

Mapi remains silent, for so long that Alexia ends up ripping her eyes from the room to report it on the tattooed girl. Who looks at her with a perplexed look.

"I can’t tell if you’re lying to me or if you’re lying to yourself"

Although Alexia’s jaw is tight, Mapi sees her move distinctly when she looks for the right words to respond.

"I don’t know what you mean"

Mapi snorts at such bad faith, gently shaking her head. Since the captain decided to be stubborn, Mapi decides to talk the facts.

"You’re in love with her, Alexia"

Mapi’s tone is accusatory but Alexia answers nothing to it, her gaze stubbornly fixed somewhere in the room and her arms still crossed.

"Why are you reacting like this? Why is this a problem, Ale?"

"She’s my best friend, Maria. She’s known me since we were six"

"Yes, and what?"

"She’ll never look at me that way. I don’t know when my feelings have changed, but I can’t tell her."

"But why not?" Mapi almost shout

"Forget it" Alexia warns.

Mapi rolls her eyes and decides to let it go for the moment, plunging the two friends into a silence for several minutes. If Alexia remains silent, always looking for you everywhere in the establishment, so Mapi takes the opportunity to check that no one tries to approach Ingrid.

You end up coming back about thirty minutes after Alexia lost sight of you. You’re alone, but she doesn’t know if it’s a good thing or not. At any moment you'll tell them you’re going to leave with Erika.

"Where were you?" asks dryly Alexia, looking at you

"Um… in the bathroom?"

"What? With Erika?" Mapi smirks, almost jumping in her chair. "Did you sleep with her?"

"In the bathroom of a bar?"

You bow an eyebrow with a grimace and the shadow of a smile is born on Alexia’s face, despite her arms still crossed on her chest. Mapi shrugs her shoulders with an innocent face and you don’t want to know what kind of things she made in nightclub's bathroom.

"Where is she then?" insists Mapi

"She’s gone home" you shrug

"Without you? Do you even have her number? Did she kiss you at least?"

You blush and it's finally Alexia who puts an end to your ordeal. You are grateful to her, even if you don't know that it's also to put an end to hers that the Catalan decides to intervene.

"Mapi, stop. Now. I’ll go home too, I’ll take you home, Y/N?"

"With pleasure" you smile affectionately at her.

You get your jacket and purse back for good this time and say goodbye to the other girls before following Alexia to the exit.

You smile when you feel her put a hand between your shoulder blades to guide you to her car, even if you know perfectly where it's parked since you arrived together. It's in silence that you sit in her car and Alexia starts it.

"You didn’t answer Mapi’s question earlier"

Alexia’s observation makes you turn your head in her direction, whereas you were lost in the contemplation of the buildings of Barcelona by night.

"And you blushed. You kissed her?"

You sigh softly before shaking your head negatively. You’re not sure that talking to Alexia is the right thing to do, since it’s exactly because of her that things didn’t go further with Erika. When she tried to kiss you, you panicked and left.

"No" you end up answering, looking out the window with a new found passion.

You miss the relief that passes on Alexia’s face when she hear your answer. She doesn’t need to know why, just to know that nothing happened is enough for her. So it's with a little more joy that she brings you home and with a real smile that she accepts when you offer her to sleep at your home again that night.

"What about you? You didn't tell me what happened with your beautiful stranger" you point out once installed on your sofa with a bottle of water in hand and a shit telenovela on TV.

"Because there is nothing to tell. We just talked"

You just hums, leaning your head against her shoulder. You sigh with happiness when she puts her arm around your waist and you don't hesitate to cuddle up against her. If you have to keep your feelings quiet, at least you have the chance to find some physical comfort from her.

"So it wasn't because of her you were upset?"

You feel Alexia lean slightly against you and you cross her eyes when you raise your head to be able to look at her. There is something special in her eyes and you can't say what it is. It's a first in your life, you like to say that you're one of the people who knows Alexia the best.

"No" answer simply Alexia at first. "I just... I don't know. It was weird seeing you with another girl again"

You shrug, not realizing what she really mean. You are too used to silence your feelings and it has been many years since you have well integrated that Alexia sees you only as a friend.

"I’m not sure I’ll see her again anyway"

"Good. She’s probably not good enough for you"

You answer with a simple shrug again, putting your head back on her shoulder. You don’t realize that Alexia is frying her brain, trying to extricate herself from the conversation you’re in. Seeing you with someone else made her realize that it was time she tried something before it was too late. But she doesn’t know how to make you understand things without being too shocking or surprising for you.

"Maybe I should try Tinder or something" you mumble.

"Don't be stupid. You're better than that"

Alexia’s answer is dry, but you don't even react, imagining that it's only the disgust that this kind of application gives her that speaks. And not the idea of imagining you in the arms of someone else who annoys her prodigiously.

"I don’t have many other solutions left" you point out to her when you stand up to put your bottle of water on the table.

"Maybe you should just… open your eyes?"

"What do you mean, open my eyes?" you ask while arching an eyebrow.

Suddenly, Alexia decides that she's tired of this conversation that goes around again and again. That seems to lead you nowhere. She doesn't want to rush you but gently make you realize the reality of her feelings for you. But she feels like you will never understand.

So, she takes advantage of the fact that you are sitting and no longer lying against her to catch the necklace that she offered you for your birthday, using her index finger to attract you against her. Without you really understanding how, her lips are against yours and the way you feel is even better than you’ve ever imagined.

Alexia’s lips are soft, as you dreamed about it. They taste like her lip balm and not alcohol since she has not consumed it all evening. You briefly wonder if yours tastes like mojito, before this question evaporates when you feel her tongue caressing your lower lip.

From there, the kiss becomes a little more intense and you forget everything else. You’re not even sure you can identify yourself if you’ve been ask when the kiss stop so you can both breath again. You keep your eyes closed for a few seconds, to soak up as much as possible of this moment and not forget the slightest detail.

When you open your eyes, Alexia’s eyes are looking at you with a multitude of emotions. She seems to be as breathless as you. Which is probably a good news, thus testifying that you aren't the only one to be under the blow of this kiss. Moreover you don't fight yourself for long before you let your desire to start again. So you bend in her direction for a new kiss.

Alexia answers it, but takes off from you too fast for your taste. You hear her giggle softly when you whine and your lips chase hers, but you step back when you feel her hand resting on your stomach to stop you. Frowning, you look at her wondering what is more important than enjoying these new sensations.

"I just… before I go on… I mean… it’s not just like that, right? Does it mean anything to you too?" ramble Alexia.

"Of course you do" you smile softly at the blonde’s hesitation "You always meant the world to me, Ale."

"Perfect" smiled Alexia before leaning over you for a new kiss. "Now we can kiss again."

And you do. This one won’t be interrupted by thoughts of one or the other. After all, you’ll have plenty of time to discuss all this tomorrow.

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Hi ! So I just loved your Luke castellan’s stories and I was wondering if you could write a story with him starting to date a child of Athena (the reader) but she wants to keep their relationship secret because she’s afraid Annabeth would get mad at her for « stealing » her hero away. Reader and Luke get caught by Annabeth whose reaction is « Finally » as she’s seen the two of them pinning on each other for years. It would be great if it was fluffy.

Sorry for the long request and thank you for your work ! It’s amazing !

hi baby, thanks so much for requesting! this was really fun to write :) hope you like it <3

Finally

pairing : luke castellan x child of athena!reader summary : two times your relationship with luke is almost revealed and the one time when it is word count : 2.6k warnings : none

"W-wait, no, Luke, we can't." Luke froze immediately, his eyes searching yours for the reasoning behind your words. You licked your lips and leaned your head back against the wood of the cabin he had pressed you up against, letting out a small sigh. His hands were on your waist, your skin was fire underneath. You could feel his warm breath against your lips. Your hands were on his shoulders, your fingers fiddling with the string around his neck. You two had never been so close before in a context which was not sparring. And he'd been about to finally kiss you but you'd stopped him.

"I- it's just with Annabeth, y'know? I don't want her to feel like I'm stealing her away from you or anything." You worried your bottom lip, looking up at him sheepishly. His brows raised in comprehension and he nodded slowly, thumbs rubbing slow circles into your sides. "Yeah, I get it. I understand why you feel that way, but also, what I feel for you is very different than what I feel for Annabeth. I think that would be clear to pretty much anyone, love. And she's smart, she'll understand, don't you think?"

You kept quiet, still nibbling on your bottom lip, your eyes trained to the colourful beads around his throat. "Baby, if you bite your lip one more time, I'm going to do it for you," Luke warned in a low voice. You looked up at him as he pulled your bottom lip out from between your teeth with his thumb. He kept his finger there for a moment before pulling it away. Yeah, this isn't going to work for me, you thought. You couldn't imagine yourself not kissing him. Not when you'd been like this, not after the years of tension and wondering and worrying which had led up to this moment.

"How 'bout we just keep it secret?" you suggested, hands trailing down his front before stopping at his waist. You lightly fisted the material of his T-shirt, using it to slowly pull him closer. "What, us?" he whispered huskily. "Yeah." "You know what?" he chuckled, "I'll take it."

He wasted no time in capturing your lips with his, pushing himself flush against you. You let out a breath as you kissed him, your arms wrapping around his neck to pull him impossibly closer.

"God, I've been wanting to do that for ages," he groaned against your lips. Your hand tangled itself in his hair as you tilted your head to the side. "Shut up and kiss me, Castellan."

And so you kept your relationship hidden from everyone. No one could know. You both knew Annabeth well, her being your actual half-sister and like Luke's little sister, so you knew that if anyone got the gist of what was happening between the two of you, she'd know. She would find a way to know. She always did.

So you were careful. You knew how much your half-sister admired and respected Luke the last thing you wanted was to take that away from her. She'd been through a lot, more than she should have ever gone through, and you knew having Luke as an older-brother-figure was very important and healthy for her.

At first, you allowed yourselves nothing more than knowing glances across crowds or rooms. Lovesick smiles and faint blushes. Maybe a hand brushing against another when you crossed each other. Sometimes, Luke's hand on high up on your thigh underneath the table. But despite this caution you both took very seriously, you had almost gotten caught a few times.

The first time had been entirely Luke's fault. You'd been teaching a new camper, Nate, how to use a spear. You were just as good at Clarisse, if not better, at wielding the weapon, it being your mother's go-to choice. The sun was getting low and painting everything gold, showing just how much time you two had been training for.

"Yeah, that's good. Do it again." You instructed as you walked around Nate in a circle. He was repeating the stabbing and slashing movement, though he seemed a bit distracted as he kept looking past you. You turned around to see Luke leaning against a pillar a few meters away, eyeing you. Your stomach flipped and you beamed, sending a warm wave his way. He returned the smile and the wave.

You turned back to your student, leaning against your spear. You suddenly felt eager to call the training session to an end. "Nate, I think we've done enough for today, yeah? We can continue tomorrow afternoon." "Whatever you say, doll."

Luke watched from his spot as Nate helped you undo your breastplate, his brows raising. Oh. He observed closely when the boy pressed a hand to the small of your back to direct you out of the training ring, lowering his head closer to yours to hear what you were saying. The child of Hermes was positively fuming by the time you both reached him.

You sped up the pace to give him a quick hug of greeting. "Hi, Luke!" you greeted cheerily, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Hey, baby," he spoke into your hair as he returned the embrace tightly. He kept you under his arm even after you pulled away. If you noticed his unusual behaviour, you didn't mention it. "Hey, man." Nate greeted with a grin, his eyes trained on you. Luke set his jaw. "Hey," he spoke icily. You frowned, Luke was never this cold with anyone. You sent him a confused look but he just kept staring at Nate. A short moment of awkward silence passed before Nate inhaled sharply. "Well, I'll be off, then. Y/N, I'll see you at dinner?" he asked, looking expectantly at you. Luke answered before you could. "Probably not, man." "Oh... uh, okay. See you both 'round, then." Nate nodded towards the both of you before walking off, head bowed and hands buried deep inside his pockets.

You pulled away from Luke, looking up into his face with furrowed brows. "What was that?" you asked, your head tilted to the side. "What was what?" Luke shrugged innocently. "That!" You pointed at Nate's retreating form, scoffing. "You're never so blatantly cold! Not to mention rude!" Luke raised an unimpressed eyebrow. "I don't like his vibe." "You-" you let out a disbelieving laugh. "You don't like his vibe? C'mon Luke-" "I didn't like the way he was with you."

"What do you mean? He was-" You were interrupted by Luke. He folded his arms over his chest. "Touching you, unnecessarily. The hand to your back. And he undid your breastplate, Y/N." "So? You do that too... oh." You shut your mouth as you came to the realisation that maybe, just maybe, Nate had been hinting at something other than friendship with you. "Yeah. Oh." Luke scoffed icily. You frowned and touched his arm. "Luke, baby, there's nothing to be upset about. We're just friends." "Yeah, but does he know that? I'm not worried about you, love."

You nodded and passed your arm through his. You started walking back to where you would have dinner. "Look, forget about him, alright? Let's go to dinner, 'm starving." "Yeah, you're right. I'm sorry for acting-" "Jealous?" you interrupted with a small laugh. Luke stopped in his tracks, a dramatic hand splayed over his heart. "Me? Jealous?" he gasped, shock written all over his features. He thought for a second and then shrugged. "Maybe a bit, yeah."

The second time you'd almost gotten caught had been pretty much your fault. Luke had been wounded in capture the flag. It had been nothing too serious, merely a superficial wound, but he'd still been brought into the infirmary. You, having been on the opposite team and at the other end of the forest, were part of the last campers informed.

You'd heard the first three words : "Luke was hurt..." before you'd totally lost it. Cursing loudly, you immediately bolted in the infirmary's direction. You had never run as fast in your life as you did that day. Mere seconds went by before you skidded to a halt right outside the infirmary, where three quarters of the camp was hanging around. You cursed Luke's popularity and the campers' curiosity as you pushed your way through the crowd.

"Excuse me... sorry, sorry... could you move please?" Your patience was wearing very thin by the time you got to the door separating Luke and the rest of the world. Your hand was on the handle, hear hammering inside your eardrums when you were stopped. "He's not taking any visitors at the moment." You recognised the daughter of Apollo but couldn't be bothered for pleasantries. "He'll take me," you replied strongly, twisting the door handle. The girl let out a small huff and placed a hand on your shoulder, keeping you in place. You felt your blood starting to boil. "Look, he just got stabbed, give him a bit of space to breathe, okay?" You harshly pulled her hand off your shoulder and ignored her indignant look. "Honey, I'm going in and you're not going to stop me." You raised yourself to your full height and glowered down at her. It was times like these when you were grateful for your godly parent's mightiness and for your own reputation. She swallowed before shaking her head. "Hey, don't make me call-" "HE'S MY-" you lowered your voice, which had gotten surprisingly loud, and cleared your throat. You felt heat rise to your cheeks. You had almost blown your cover. You recovered. "Step aside," you sneered, "now."

The girl finally seemed to get the message and stepped to the side, lips curled in a grimace. You ignored her and darted inside the room. You saw Luke and gasped, slapping a hand over your mouth. His waist was wrapped in bandages and he looked awfully pale. "Oh my gods, Luke," you cried, feeling your legs get weak at the sight. "It looks worse than it is, I promise, love," he assured. You sat down on the side of his bed, looking him over, subconsciously checking for any more injuries. When you found none, you took his hand in yours and intertwined your fingers.

"Did they take care of it correctly?" "Yes, baby." "They gave you stitches?" "Yeah, four." "And they wrapped it tight enough?" "Yes, baby." "And-" "Baby, look at me." Luke's warm palm pressed against your cheek, guiding your face to look at him. "I'm fine. I'm okay. It was an accident. I'll be okay. It's just another scar."

You inhaled deeply, nodding slowly. You quickly wiped your eyes. You'd been so scared, you had immediately imagined the worst. But he was okay, he was here, with you, alive and well. "I almost hit the girl outside, she didn't want to let me in," you chuckled wetly. Luke cooed and wiped a stray tear away with his thumb. "Baby, don't cry. I'm okay, I promise." He sat up with a wince and pressed a short kiss to your lips. "And I forbid you to get into fights over me." You chuckled dryly. He had no idea. You'd get into fights with literal gods over him without a second thought. "Now," you ran your thumb over his knuckles, "tell me who did this to you."

The third time you almost got caught, well, you actually did get caught. And this time, though Luke would argue the contrary, it was totally, entirely and unarguably his fault. Really.

"Hey." A smile made its way onto your face at the sound of that voice you knew so well. You and some other campers were sitting around a fire, chatting and laughing. You turned around to see Luke and immediately opened your arms to hug him. He chuckled and bent down to hug you. He brushed his lips against your neck as he did so and you shivered. He sat down next to you, your thighs pressing against each other.

"Haven't seen you all day, love." He spoke quietly as he looked down into your eyes. You huffed and ran a heavy hand over your face. Luke tilted his head to the side. "I know," you groaned, "Mr. D has me doing all these stupid chores because I said something about Coke being a poor dietary choice or something. And apparently he took that personally." Luke couldn't help letting a chuckle slip. You gasped.

"Are you laughing at my demise, Castellan?" you asked, feigning an indignant look. He laughed, pressing a hand against your knee. "You have to admit, it's kinda funny." "Me shovelling pegasus poop because I said that edulcorants and aspartame are not good for your health is not funny!" He snorted a cute laugh and you had trouble keeping a straight face. You lightly hit his chest. "Screw you, Castellan."

His hand came up to keep yours pressed against his chest. You could feel his heart beating rapidly. "Yes, please." Your eyes snapped up to his and heat rushed to your cheeks. You rolled your eyes, shoving him back. "Shut up."

A few moments later, Luke and you had bid the other campers good night and started heading for the cabins. It was dark, so you and Luke allowed yourselves to hold hands. "I miss you, y'know," Luke spoke softly. "What d'you mean? You see me every day." You cocked your head to the side, looking up at his moonlit face, his scar being made more apparent by the white light. You thought he looked beautiful. "Yeah, but we don't get many moments to ourselves these days, there's always other people around and... I dunno, I guess I'm kinda tired of the whole 'keeping this a secret thing'..."

"Luke, baby, y'know I would love to not keep it a secret, but-" "Yeah, I know, baby, I'm just being fussy, I'm sorry." He stopped in front of the Athena cabin, turning to stand in front of you. "No, don't apologise, because I'm the one who-" You were interrupted by his lips on yours. Warm, soft and your favourite taste. The rest of the words died on your tongue as you wrapped your arms around his neck, standing on your tiptoes.

Luke pulled you closer by the hips, one of his hands resting on the skin of your waist underneath your shirt. You shivered happily and pressed yourself flush against him. Goosebumps erected everywhere he touched you and when he pulled away to kiss your jaw, your eyes fluttered closed at the pleasure of feeling his lips on your skin. You tangled your hands in his hair, twisting and lightly pulling at the soft strands. You pulled him back up to your lips, desperately wanting to kiss him again. He happily obliged and lightly bit your bottom lip. You couldn't help but let out a moan at the feeling. You felt Luke's grip on you tighten at the sound.

"What the-"

Luke and you froze on the spot at the sound of a voice you both knew too well. Slowly untangling yourselves from one another, you tried to fix your appearance before facing Annabeth with a nervous smile. "We can explain-" "Don't." She stopped you with a raised hand. "I'm just glad y'all finally got it outta your systems before I dropped dead from the mutual desperate pining. Good night."

You let out a small, breathless laugh as she disappeared inside the cabin. Luke ran a hand thought his hair, letting out a slow breath before cupping your cheek and stepping closer to you.

"So, now that that's cleared, where were we?"

#luke castellan #luke castellan imagine #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan x y/n #luke castellan x you #percy jackon and the olympians #charlie bushnell #pjo series #pjo

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

the girl next door 2

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as age gap, manipulation, chronic illness, noncon/dubcon, coercion, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: A new neighbour moves in and upends your already disarrayed life.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself.

This lewk but silverfox

You gnaw on your cheek as you read over the letter. Final warning. You really didn't think much of the first five but that word catches your worry; litigation.   

Your mother grunts and clicks her pen, dropping it as she curses under her breath. She tosses the crossword book away from the chair. For all your life, you remember her working on her puzzles. Now, she can hardly hold pen steady enough to put in a single clue.  

"Mom, you want another coke before I head out?" You ask.  

"Where are you 'headed out' to?" She scowls.  

"Just outside. Try to figure out the mower."  

"Piece of shit," she sneers and for a moment, you're not sure if she means the machine or you.  

"So..."  

"Just go," she snips.  

You purse your lips around the cut of her tone. You leave her in her recliner and you go down the hallway to the back door. You shove your feet into your stained vans and let yourself gently outside.  

You come down the steps and cross the overgrown grass to the garage. You prop the door open with an old paint can and drag put the mower. You haul it over to the little patch of pavement by the house as the sunlight raises beads of sweat across your forehead.  

You shade your eyes and squint. You don't get the thing. It's not even motorized, it just started catching. You can't push it hard enough to make it go. It only bounces uselessly across the ground.  

You squat and put it on its side. You examine the blades, nervous to dig between the mulching teeth. You grab a stick and poke around. It breaks and you rip it out.  

"Dang it," you whisper.  

You stand up. It's too hot to think. As much as you miss the sunshine in the grim winters, the heat is less than welcome.   

"Hey, excuse me," a voice startles you. You ignore it, thinking maybe it's just the neighbours on the other side of the fence. "Um, miss?"  

You turn towards the voice and find a man peeking through the loose slat in the fence. You sigh. Yeah,   

that needs to be fixed too.  

You stare dumbly. You recognise the man. It takes a few seconds to remember where you saw him. He was with the realtor. You hadn't see much yet, not that you ventured outside often. The sign changed to sold and that was that.  

"Hi, uh, so this," he touches the plank, swiveling it on the hanging nail.

You nod and go to the edge of the patch of pavement but no further. You nibble your lip and search for something to say. Talking to mom is easy, you know what to expect, but strangers are different.   

"Gonna fix it," you assure him flatly.  

"Yeah, well, I was actually thinking, I'm just doing a few touch ups right now and I could spare a couple nails or two."  

You tilt your head and bring your hands together, mashing your palms anxiously, "it's rotted."  

He wiggles the wood and little slivers fall away. He hums disappointed, "sure is." He smiles as his blue eyes shine in the sunlight, "no problem then. I'm sure I can find something at the hardware store."  

You hesitate. You should mention you can afford even half a plank. Grandma left you the house and enough to cover property taxes, but mom's monthly cheques are already stretched thin. If he doesn't ask, you won't offer.  

"Steve," he stretches his arm through the opening.  

You look at his hand. Your stomach flip flops. You don't want to be rude as much as you don't want to touch this strange man. Well, no use in making another enemy around here.  

You lift your feet as you trudge through the high grass. As you near, the sweat slakes down your back. You gently shake his hand, just for a second, and pull back.  

"And your name? Neighbour?" 

You stare at the collar of his grey tee shirt and eke your name out. 

“Is it just you over here?” He asks. 

You shake your head. You bend your arm to pick at your sleeve. You don’t mind introductions but you’re not much for conversation. You don’t need him prying into things. If anyone really saw inside those walls, they’d only feel bad for you. You’d rather their apathy. 

“Oh, you got kids? A husband?” 

You wince. It’s almost a flattering assumption yet a reminder of everything you don’t have. You’re not old enough to really think about all that anyway. 

You glance back at the side of the house. You should hose that down and get rid of the mildew. Another tick on the endless list. 

“Mom,” you say. 

“Ah, makes sense. You in school?” 

You shake your head again. He’s quiet. You sway listlessly. 

“Anyway...” he says. 

You put your head down and back away. You go back to the mower, bending down to fiddle with it again. You could see if anyone would lend you one but that means asking and as much as the neighbourhood paints itself in friendly smiles, they aren’t genuine. The letter on the kitchen table is proof of that. 

“Not working?” The man, Steve asks. You cringe and stand up. He’s still there. 

You shrug as you look at him. You turn back to the mower and lift it by the handles. You try to ignore the nosy neighbour and line it up with the grass. You push and it doesn’t move easy. You grunt and it rolls over the grass. You think maybe it’s working but as you turn, you notice the grass stands back up, only slightly bent. 

“You know, I got a nice electric one. Isn’t here yet but I can bring it tomorrow on the truck,” he offers, “I wouldn’t mind doing a once over, if you need.” 

You huff and push the mower over. 

“Can’t pay you,” you stomp back towards the house. 

“I didn’t say anything about money,” he chimes. 

You stop by the steps and cross your arms. You look at him, “too much.” 

“Well, if you change your mind, you can just come knock on my door,” he says. 

You nod and spin around again. You climb the steps, fighting to keep your steps even. You want to run inside and hide but you don’t want him to see how desperate you are to get away. 

The screen door snaps shut behind you. You kick off your shoes and go down the hall. Your mother huffs from her recliner. 

“You figure it out?” She asks. 

“No,” you flop onto the couch. 

“Knew ya wouldn’t,” she snorts as she stares out the window. “Man’s back. Musta bought the place.” 

“Uh, yeah,” you lean back, pulling the collar of your shirt over your face to sop up the sweat. “It’s hot.” 

“Nah, you’re just whiny,” she snickers. 

You don’t respond. You know better than that. You let her have her truth. Whatever she thinks of you, you can’t disprove. The world is she says it is. 

🏠

Your bedroom window shines yellow with the noon sun. The heat beams down on the folding table, warming your hands as you scratch charcoal onto thick paper. You still have grass stains on your fingers from another fruitless attempt at fixing the mower. Another day and you expect another letter isn’t far behind. 

As you focus on the lines and curves left by the pencil, your anxiety subsides. Drawing is the only thing that helps you forget. Really forget. You don’t think about the house or the lawn or the HOA or your mom. It’s just you and the pencil. 

You lean your forehead in your hand as you cross hatch the shadows. The chirping birds and the soft breeze deepen your trance. The world around you is distant and dim. You’re only awoken but the sudden and unfamiliar ‘ding dong’. 

You sit up. It takes a moment before you realise what it was. The doorbell? No one ever rings it. No, even Marge from the HOA waits until you come out to get the mail to accost you. 

You put the pencil down and get up. You go out and peek down the hallway. You creep along and stop at the doorway to the front room. You mom sniffs and wipes her eyes. She must have fallen asleep in her chair. 

“Who is it?” She snarls with grogginess in her throat. 

“I don’t know,” you go to the door and pull the curtain away from the long window beside it. You peek out at the figure on the porch and quickly hide behind the fabric. Too late. “It’s... the neighbour. I think he saw me.” 

“Ergh, don’t be stupid, girlie,” your mother barks, “help me up.” 

“Oh, uh, okay.” 

You go to her and offer your hand. You get her to her feet. She slightly hunched and slow but she makes her way to the door. She pauses and turns to the mirror above the little bench against the wall. She tidies her hair and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. 

She leans on the door as she grips the handle. She opens it and the man from next door, Steve, greets her with a grin. 

“Hello?” She sweetens her tone. 

“Hello, miss, sorry to bother you,” he says, “I just moved in next door and I’m getting settled in. I was just about to do some lawn work and I thought maybe I might offer to do yours? It’s no trouble, I just thought I’d offer.” 

“Oh, what a honey you are,” she preens, “of course, that would be lovely of you. My daughter,” she sighs and shakes her head, “I’ve been nagging her for weeks to get it done.” 

“Really, it’s not a bother,” he assures her, “I’m Steve by the way.” 

His smile is just as charming as his introduction. 

“Holly,” your mother returns, “I’ll make you some lemonade for your trouble. It’s a hot one, isn’t it?” 

“Sounds good,” he agrees, “I’ll try not to make too much noise.” 

You peek out from behind your mother. Steve’s eyes meet yours for an instant before she blocks her out, no doubt eager to hide the state of the house from him. You back up as she turns to you.  

“What’re you doing hanging on like a rodent?” She hisses, “go make some lemonade.” 

#steve rogers #dark steve rogers #dark!steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #drabble #series #the girl next door #mcu #marvel #captain america #au #silverfox au

[fruitcoops]

You have some awesome friendship fics when Remus and Lily do manis and go shopping. Have you thought of one where Remus is there when Lily gets her wedding dress or she is there to get him fitted for his suit for his own wedding. Or the same with James/Sirius although I’m not sure how that would work with Reg.

Fic O'Ween Day 2: Candle Wax to continue the excellent friendship vibes from yesterday. Big fest thanks to @noots-fic-fests and character credit goes to @lumosinlove.

TW brief mention of alcohol

“Give it a spin.”

“…I don’t want to.”

“Then put it back.”

“What if it’s the one?”

Remus’ entire face scrunched with a frown in the mirror behind her. “Lily,” he began, with as much concern as if she had just told him the sky was actually emerald green. “Why would you buy a wedding dress you don’t want to spin in?”

“He’s right,” Natalie chimed in, swirling her rosé with a critical glance over Lily’s skirt. “You deserve better.”

“What if—”

“Literally your one requirement was to be able to spin, babygirl.”

Lily studied herself in the mirror again. The dress was pretty and creamy and light around her legs. The bow at the back wasn’t bad, perhaps a little oversized, but that could be fixed. It was already five o’clock, anyway. Two hours should be more than enough time to find a wedding dress.

“You don’t like it,” Remus said gently.

“No,” she sighed. “Not that much.”

“Then try a different one.”

Natalie brightened. “Yeah, what about that off-the-shoulder number? With the sweetheart neckline?”

Lily tipped her head back and forth. “My tits were falling out.”

“Exactly.”

“You do love when James makes a fool of himself,” Remus added.

The fabric slid in a smooth cascade beneath her palms. Probably damp palms. Was it alright for her to touch this fabric when she was nervous? Why was she nervous, anyway? It was her wedding. Her James. Natalie was right—she deserved the dress of her dreams. Lily knew her dreams better than anyone else and always had, through Petunia, through her Master’s, through a whole-ass baby. A dress should be the easiest thing in the world to choose.

“You liked the flowers, right?” Remus suggested, picking at the edge of his phone case. “On the…what was it, the third one?”

“The fourth.” Natalie nodded. “That’s the one with the sweetheart neckline.”

It was a nice dress. And she did like the florals. “Yeah, I guess.”

“Never mind.”

“What?”

“You’re not getting a ‘yeah, I guess’ dress,” Natalie said firmly. “Fuck that. You’re getting an ‘oh my god, I love this, I’m going to make every single guest cream their pants when they see me’ dress.”

“I—”

“What did you like about them?” Remus asked. “The other dresses.”

“I…” Lily trailed off. Her raw inner lip pinched when she nibbled at it. Jesus, her palms really did feel fucking soaked. “I don’t like this fabric. Or the bow. I liked the flowers from the other dress, but I want them smaller. The buttons on the bodice were nice.”

“Remind me what the bodice is?” she heard Remus whisper.

“The top,” Natalie whispered back before raising her voice again. “How about you take that thing off and we look together, hon? Three pairs of eyes are better than one.”

The surge of relief in her belly was a surprise, but not unwelcome. Lily examined the way it lay against her thighs for a moment longer before pursing her lips. “I don’t know, you guys have better things to—”

Immediate protests—far too loud for the pristine establishment—burst from both. “I’m not listening to that,” Remus warned. “Nuh-uh. This is a Lily day and I have the calendar invite to prove it.”

Natalie watched her in the mirror with a dangerous arch to her eyebrow. “You gave me rosé, my hot bestie, and pretty clothes to look at. Don’t take this from me. Now, tell us where to go and we will be your little wedding minions for as long as your heart desires.”

Lily loved her. Dearly. She glanced back once more and caught Remus’ eye, and his encouraging smile. “Calendar invite?”

“Midnight to midnight, Evans.”

“Florals, buttons, and something I can sweat in. Oh, and spin.” She shook her head. “Why did I pick a July wedding?”

Natalie stood and placed her hands on Lily’s shoulders, leaving them nearly eye-to-eye with the help of the pedestal beneath her. Her palms were pleasantly cool on Lily’s overheated skin. “Because you can’t fucking wait to marry James Potter, you utter legend.”

--

Two hours.

Fourteen more dresses.

Lily rolled a fine satin petal between her fingertips, dragged her palms up her waist, down over her belly, across the swell of her thighs. The pale green chiffon faded to blush and back in loose waves over the solid ivory beneath. She rested her weight on her other side and followed the tender shimmer where the light caught each movement. The straps were broad, yet elegant—fawn-colored buttons tracked from the valley of her chest to the top of the skirt, where small flowers had been stitched in rows that dripped through the folds like warm candle wax.

“She looks so fucking gorgeous, I’m gonna cry.”

“I know. Jesus. That’s gotta be it.”

“Did you find that one?”

“Mhmm.”

“Nice, Lupin. Hook it up.” A soft high-five interrupted their muttering. “Can you pick out my wedding dress?”

“Propose to Bliz first. Then we can talk.”

“What do you think?” Lily called over her shoulder. She didn’t bother looking away from the mirror; she looked too good for that.

“Stellar as always, Lils,” Remus answered with a firm thumbs-up.

“Creaming myself as we speak,” Natalie chimed in. “Honestly, babe, you’re beautiful beyond belief. The dress just makes it even clearer.”

She gave a little sway to watch it ripple around her ankles—Remus’ sharp whistle made her jump, though it soon turned to laughter. He drummed his hands on either side of the armchair. “Come on, come on, do the spin—oh, there she goes!”

Natalie whooped. “Throw that ass in a circle, baby! You and me are getting down at that reception.”

A blush heated Lily’s face and neck as she laughed, still spinning, but it looked—fuck, it looked so pretty when Lily caught herself in the mirror again. The dappled colors of the dress warmed her away from fire-engine red, highlighting the pinks of her skin and auburn of her hair where it fell over her shoulder. I want pictures of this, she thought. I want a photo album of pictures where I’m in this dress, and I want James Potter to cry when he sees me in it. “I look so hot right now.”

“You so do,” Remus agreed. They were both leaning forward in their chairs, hands clasped. Lily briefly imagined asking them to find her another dress, just to watch them goggle at her.

But she wasn’t sure she’d take this one off for a million dollars.

“Is it…” Natalie pressed her lips together, eyes gleaming. “Lily?”

She was nodding before the words even began to come out. “This is my wedding dress.”

“Yes!”

“This is my fucking Stanley Cup, oh my god.” Natalie held both hands to her cheeks and turned to Remus, bouncing on her toes. “Oh my god, oh my god, wedding dress—”

“Wedding, wedding, wedding, Lily don’t you dare make us celebrate without you—”

Lily laughed and gathered the skirt up off the floor; it was only a short step to the ground before they were on her with all the force of an ecstatic hurricane. Natalie’s arms were a vice around her waist while Remus held them both and pressed a smacking kiss to the top of her head. She hoped this bodice had proper boning, because her chest was simply going to explode with the light radiating inside her.

“I’m so happy for you,” Remus mumbled against the side of her head. “And I’m so excited, and you look so pretty, and I’m so proud of you.”

Natalie was there in half a second to brush her thumbs over Lily’s cheekbones and ease the lump in her throat. “Look at you,” she whispered, beaming. “Look at you!”

“I know.” She laughed again and it came out a bit choked. Natalie made a small, sympathetic sound as Remus pulled a pack of tissues from his back pocket, but Lily waved them off with a few fast blinks. “God, it’s—happy tears, I promise. I’m so happy. Can I get married tonight?”

“Yes,” they chorused.

Remus nodded, still offering the tissues. “Say the word, I’ll call James right now. I think he wanted to get married the night of the Cup.”

“Only took him eight years to ask,” Lily grumbled.

Their burst of laughter made several people across the store glance over, reducing them to hushed giggling in the best huddle Lily had ever been part of.

--

Soft, pastel thread bumped beneath James’ thumb as he ran it along the cuff on his suit. The pockets and lapels held much of the same—microscopic flowers, leaves, and patterns stitched into matte black fabric under Lily’s incredibly cryptic guidance.

“Looks damn good.”

“Ahblahablah!”

James tilted his shoulders this way and that. There had to be some square inch he was missing. Nothing in the world could possibly be this right. Then again, he was marrying Lily Evans, and that was pretty damn perfect. “D’you think her dress matches the suit?”

Sirius’ eyes flickered to the ground for a half-second. “…probably.”

“You’ve seen it?”

“Maybe.”

Something in James’ stomach gave a funny swoop. A Lily swoop. “How did she look?”

Sirius’ laugh made Harry squeal around the fistful of t-shirt (definitely Remus’) he had shoved in his mouth. “Dude,” Sirius said, shaking his head. “You’re going to lose your mind.”

#lily evans #lily potter #james potter #remus lupin #sirius black #natalie darcy #coops #jily #baby harry #sweater weather #lumosinlove #my fic #fanfic #fic o’ween 2023 #fluff #wedding shopping

[looseratinthegarage]

Yautja reacting to S/o’s cute aggression

A distraction from my troubles, I’m still working on asks don’t worry! But mental health come first baby <3

(Not prof read, my gf was being needy lol I love her sm tho)

Tw: insinuated smexy time at the end, always assume foul language :)

•You were visiting his sister, she just had another suckling and the both of you were invited to meet him. After a couple of hours traversing the galaxy, you landed on Yautja Prime. The home world of the Yautja. Luckily she lived in a remote village, not a large city, which would have been problematic.

•Your mate opened the hatch and you began descending the ramp of his ship. You used to get dirty looks, but these Yautja are all used to you by now, not that they like you, some do! But most don't… You interlock hands and walk to her home. She’s the chieftess of this clan, so she basically lives in a mini tree mansion.

•You both walk in and see beautiful chaos. Some of the other, older, younglings were wrestling and hadn’t noticed your presence yet. You cleared your throat and they quickly stopped, fearing their mother was upset, but at seeing the both of you their faces lit up.

• “Sute! Y/n!” The rambunctious twins yell in unison

•They run and practically tackle you to the ground, not your mate, he seemed unfazed by the climbing. You picked the boy up and nuzzled your face against his.

• “Well, well, looks like they missed you both.” Shev’a held her tiny suckling in her arms

•You both put the younglings down and approached her. Your mate rubs his head against hers and your heart practically melts, you love seeing them interact. She then looks at you and leans down, allowing you to greet her the same way.

• “It’s a pleasure to see you and your lineage again, Shev’a.” You politely bow your head, she smiles fondly and hands you the newest member

•You smile, you’ve never seen a baby Yautja, only kids and older. You wiggle your finger in front of him playfully. He reaches up and grabs you with his tiny hands, brings your hand to his face, and begins to nibble. You chuckle and let him suck on your finger for a moment, considering he only had gums, there was no issue, but when his teeth come in…

• “Excuse me for a moment, I must attend to something.” Shev’a excuses herself and walks up the tree’s stairs

• You couldn’t handle how cute this baby was!! So much cuter than human babies, at least in your opinion. You say, 'Oh, you are so cute I could just eat you up!’ or ‘I just want to squeeze your little mandibles!’

•Your mate is rather concerned by this, looking at you with a face of disbelief and his mouth agape.

• “Why do you wish to harm my sister's offspring?” He whisper-yelled to you almost in a panic.

•You raise your eyebrow, then remember the cultural difference. You giggle and shake your head.

• “We humans get something called ‘cute aggression’, saying you want to pinch a baby’s cheeks, or mandibles, signals to the mom your intention to approach and engage, or cute aggression might be a kind of coping mechanism for those of us who feel emotionally overwhelmed by cuteness. One theory is that it ‘reminds you how much bigger and stronger you are physically than this cute little thing,’. It’s a very interesting subject actually.” You ramble, but this puts your mate's mind at ease

• “Humans are starting to interest me.” Shev’a steps down the last stair, cleary had been listening to us the whole time

•Sute seemed to tense up at her presence, but she seemed rather calm. She walked over to you and nuzzled your head as she purred. She lightly took the suckling back and kissed his forehead.

• “Oh calm down brother, I find y/n’s human custom cute, I don’t think they’d hurt my offspring.” Shev’a’s laugh bellows through the house

•He seemed to greatly relax after hearing this. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you close.

• “I want a suckling or three someday.” You absentmindedly spoke then gasped at being picked up

• “We will visit again soon, Shev’a, I must breed my mate.” Sute proudly states, causing you to blush madly

• “I wish you luck and fertility!” She shouts as you leave the house, hoping you’ll hear it

• “T-thanks Shev’a!” You stutter as your mate practically sprints to his ship

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[shelbgrey]

Love Story(Jackson Avery X reader)

Paring: Jackson x Sloan!Reader

Summary: Jackson's mother is paying him and Seattle grace a visit. Y/n also has to meet her boyfriend's mother dispite her fears of Catherine's disapproval.

Warrings: none. Catherine talks trash a bit but that's all

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You really don't know what someone else is going through till you walk in their shoes. Y/n was a simple person. She didn’t really care to become a top tear or known person in the surgical world, she just wanted to help people. That's what made her different from the other residents and her friends. She was also different from her older brother Mark. While he worked hard to make himself big in the plastics world she planted her roots in the OBGYN world. She liked helping babies. They were pure and innocent in her eyes, she also wanted to help mothers. It was a coping mechanism for her because she didn't have a mom to call her own…like ever, Mark raised her and so did Derek’s mother.

(1st pov)

Me and Jackson were both still young in both the medical and mentally when we both met. We were also expected to be sworn enemies the moment his hospital merged with mine. When he first joined my friends looked down upon him and his friends. To Mer and the others the Mercy westerns were invaders in orange scrubs. They weren't to me….well Charels Percy and the Reed girl maybe.

The day Jackson got paired up with me was quite impressed. Not with his looks or the fact he was an Avery but because of his skill set. I also felt bad about the presser that was clearly on his shoulders. He stood there carrying the Avery name expecting the best. I grew a soft spot and I started showing the respect he deserved.

Since this is our story I might add the first thing I noticed about him was his eyes. He had beautiful eyes. And his smile…when he smiled i couldn't help but smile too, he had that effect on me and everyone else seemed to notice the effect we had on each other…everyone except us at the time. At the time not too many people didn’t want to believe it and even tried to sabotage it at times.

Mark and Derek were the first to accept it, them being my brother and best friend why wouldn't they. The two were also the first to see me have my little freak out about a certain woman coming to visit the hospital. The night Jackson told me his mother was coming to the hospital I didn't sleep the rest of the night, I just couldn't. I thought about the disappointment on her face when she was the type of girl Jackson chose to be with. I was smart and pretty, yes, but I didn't come from a wealthy family like Jackson did and I didn't have a last name everyone knew. I also wasn’t obsessed with winning a Harper Avrey award like most doctors my age. I kept asking myself ‘what if she hates me?’ I didn't dare ask Jackson that because I knew he’d just tell me what I wanted to hear despite his fear of his overbearing mothers arrival.

The day of Catherine Fox’s arrival I was quieter than usual. Jackson noticed first as I got ready. He even questioned why I was doing my hair and make-up differently. My hair was usually in a pony-tail but today it was down and slightly curled. When we got to the hospital Jackson kissed me good-bey once the elevator opened and we parted ways.

As the day went on I successfully avoided her. But I also hadn’t seen Jackson all day, which probably meant Catherine found him and is dragging him around despite his pleas of being left alone. I was quietly doing charts at a nurses station when Mark came up to me with a confused face.

“What did you do to your hair?” he asked. I sighed and started nibbling on my pencil, a nervous habit I had since the 2nd grade.

“Jackson’s mother is here” Mark rolled his eyes.

“So I've seen, she was quick to say Jackson was wasting his time in plastics” Mark sighed. I knew Catherine’s snide commits about the Plastics industry might have gotten to him a bit. Some people miss the fact that my brother does more than just face lifts and boob jobs.

“I haven’t run into her yet…” I said carefully not wanting to jinx myself. It's not that i didn;t want to met my boyfriends mother, I just kept imaging the worst when she meets me.

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“You want to scrub in on a surgery? Mark said you needed something to do” Derek said coming up to me and handed me a chart with a smile. Derek and I are thick as thieves. Don't tell Mark but me and him have always been a bit closer.

The patient would be needing a OBGYN on stand by(meaning me) and a neurosurgeon both. The mother had been in a car crash and had suffered a brain bleed while being 7 months pregnant.

“Sure I’m not busy” Derek smiled and we both headed towards OR3. We scrubbed in and I tied my Ravenclaw scrub cap on while Derek grabbed his furry boat one.

Not long into the surgery the women I've been trying to avoid joined our little surgery with Bailey. Me and Derek shared a quick glance as Cathrine put on a pair of gloves. “I heard about this poor girl and I had to see if you needed a hand.”

Derek being the head surgeon of this surgery he looked up then nodded. “Sure, why not”

Cathrine nodded and put a mask on. She unknowingly chose her spot next to me. I froze up slightly as I watched the fetal monitor for the unborn baby.

(3rd pov)

Since filled the OR except for Derek’s occasionally mumbling and the beeping of the heart monitor. Breaking the silence Bailey looked among the other doctors and spoke. “Does anyone know about her husband?”

y/n looked up from the fetal monitor and spoke. “We're trying to contacted him now, we haven't had an answer for over an hour”

The doctors later found out the woman was divorced and the father of the unborn child couldn't care less. With Derek being the family man he was, it didn't set right. y/n looked at the sonogram of the baby sadly knowing what it's like not to have a dad around.

Bailey sighed. “I couldn't imagine being left by the one person i thought loved me”

Catherine was next to chime in. “it's a shame but sadly not all relationships last forever” she glanced around again and continued. “Are you married, Dr. Shepherd?”

Derek glanced up. “Yes I am” he smiled through his mask at the thought of Meredith.

Somehow the conversation shifted back to Catherine and she brought up Jackson and his girl. She was unknown to the mother and had no idea y/n was standing next to her. All she was to Catherine was a resident surgeon in a ravenclaw scrub cap.

“I'm not saying love is a waste of time but I have yet to meet this girl my son seems to be so infatuated with…” Catherine said, making Derek and Bailey both look at y/n.

“Dr. Sloan is a good surgeon…Avery and her make a good coupe” Bokie smiled through her mask as she handed Derek another tool. y/n smiled softly at the older women but not ready to introduce herself to her possible future mother-in-law.

Catherine raised her eyebrows, surprised at the last name the girl shared with another certain plastic surgeon. “Oh she's a sloan” she didn’t mean to sound the way she did, we’ll give the benefit of a doubt but she sounds annoyed and possibly disappointed.

“Can only imagine what she’s like,” Catherine continued. Derek and Bailey shared glances as y/n kept silent. While Catherine believed Jackson had more potential than just plastics her mind geared towards the thoughts and feeling that y/n was a distraction for Jackson and someone who convinced him to go into plastics. The last one may be true but she only supported jackson on what HE wanted to do.

Derek knew y/n wouldn’t speak up and he wasn't gonna stand by while a woman who he did respect tarnished his best friend's names. “y/n is en excellent surgeon and trust me your son and her are meant to be”

Catherine scoffed at that. “All due respect dr. shepherd i think jackson is a bit too naive and i believe that she maybe a distraction”

Distraction…is that all she saw her as? y/n thought for a moment and all the old insecurities came flooding back into her mind. y/n looked back at the fetal monitor gulping nervously. She started tapping her foot as the anxiety started to get to her.

“love blinds us” she said like she was speaking from experience.

Derek sighed in frustration and y/n quickly shook her head to shut him up. He took a glance at their patient then back at y/n. “How’s the baby doing doc?” he repreced from saying her name but it was safe to say he was talking to her.

She looked up and adjusted her ravenclaw scrub cap. “B-baby’s heart is getting stronger by the minute.” she stuttered.

As they continued Jackson walked into the gallery to see what his girl was doing. He smiled happily at her as she continued to watch the baby’s heartbeat. I didn’t seem like much but he was always proud and would point out the talented OBGYN he got to call his girlfriend. Him being up there was unknown to both her and his mother. What was unknown to him was the comments his mother was throwing to the girl she didn’t even know was there.

Jackson then frowned when he saw his mother down there too. She had pestered him most of the morning and he feared she was doing the same to y/n before he could even introduce her to Catherin.

Derek just shook his head as he listened to Cathrine harmless but also off hand commits about Jackson and the relationship that probably won't last. Her words not anyone else's.

After the successful surgery was over y/n delivered the baby and took the little girl to the nursery while Derek and bailey closed up. y/n smiled softly as she cleaned and dressed the new life and put her in the nursery with the rest of the babies. After she was one she watched the baby through the nursery window for precaution.

“Hey baby” Jackson whispered and wrapped his arms around her from behind. She sighed and rested the back of her head on his shoulder while rubbing the muscular arms that were around her.

“How’s the baby?” he asked, looking over her shoulder through the window. y/n smiled and pointed out the baby. “Pretty strong for a 7th month old…she’s right there” she chuckled.

Jackson smiled and kissed the side of her head. “Did my mother play nice?” he asked. Her mood quickly changed and it didn’t go unnoticed by Jackson. Jackon sighed and turned her around to face him.

“What did she say?” he asked, placing his hands on her shoulders. She didn’t meet his eyes and looked everywhere except for him. “N/n?”

“She didn’t even know i was in there…but i guess she already a had a pretty good idea of who i was” she knew if she told him anything more he’d only get more pissed and the last thing she wanted to do was break Jackson’s relationship with his mother.

Jackson took a deep breath and looked down. “I'm sorry-” y/n started but Jackson cut her off with a soft kiss. He held her face in his hands and kissed the part of her forehead that was still coerced by her scrub cap.

“I don't care what my mother thinks, I love you and that's what matters” he spoke softly.

From afar Cathrine was walking alone till she stopped suddenly at the sight of her son with a girl. Not just any girl, it was the girl with the ravenclaw scrub cap that was with her in surgery. She quickly hid behind the corner and peaked behind it just as Jackson gave her a kiss goodbye.

She sighed realizing the things she said in front of her. She watched her son leave and y/n started to walk towards her direction and that's when Catherine hid around the corner letting y/n pass. As y/n stood at the nurses station filling out a chart for the baby girl Cathrine approached her.

“Hello y/n” she said softly. y/n gulped and awkwardly smiled.

“Oh hey Dr. Avery, how are you?” Catherine shook her head with apologetic look.

“Dear call me Cathrine and I want to apologize for my actions” she put her hand on y/n’s shoulder and smiled. “Why don't we start over hm? Clean slate”

y/n nodded and smiled. “Sure, i’d love that”

Catherine nodded. “If it's alright with you i’d like to take you and Jackson out to dinner tonight…I'd like to get to know you better” y/n nodded with a smile still slightly afraid of her disapproval. She nodded and told her she’d pass the message to Jackson.

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Later that night y/n stood outside under the entrance arch sheltering herself from the rain. The sound calmed her as she leaned against the was waiting for jackson.

“Hey beautiful” Jackson smiled and leaned against the wall next to her watching the rain fall. y/n smiled and rested her head on his shoulder.

“You nervous?” he asked, referring to the dinner they were supposed to attend with his mother.

“Kinda, are you?” she asked. Jackson gave her a serious expression. “I'm not, no matter what she think won't change anything between us”

She smiled lovingly at him then looked back at the rain until Jackson tugged her arm pulling her towards the rain. She giggled. “What are you doing?”

He pulled her into the partly empty parking lot and twirled her around in the rain. “We're dancing it out, come on” he laughed. She laughed and danced along with him as the rain fell around them.

She danced with him a little longer till she bumped into his chest, shivering. Jackson chuckled and kissed the top of her head. “Okay, come on, you're shivering” he pulled her into his car and turned up the heat. Silence fell until they looked at each other. Both in their Navy scrubs soaking wet. They burst out laughing savoring the moment.

“Well let's go get some dinner” he said, letting his laughter die down. y/n’s eyes widened.

“Jacks, I can't meet your mother like this! I smell like rain and hospital” y/n slightly laughed.

Jackson kept one hand on the wheel and sniffed the inside of his elbow. He looked at his girlfriend and shrugged. “I do too”

y/n sighed and rolled her eyes with a smile. “Trying to prove a point or something? I want to at least look decent”

Jackson shrugged and placed her hand on her knee. “Well, we're doctors, she'll understand,” he said simply. He simply didn’t care about their appearance at this point. Yes he does want his mother to like y/n but then angina he doesn't need her approved. Hell love y/n no matter what anyone else says. But he also wanted his mother to see exactly who she is. The kind and laidback girl he fell in love with and them going to dinner in the condition they were in showed that.

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[moomoosomniatales]

Secret Lovers

A little imagine

Ryujin x female reader

Summary: You fall in love with her and she falls for you but your relationship must stay a secret at all times. For the sake of both of you.

Word Count: 3055 words

⚠️ might contain smutt ⚠️

You've been the backup dancer of Itzy ever since their debut. You were about 170cm tall, about as tall as the tallest member of the band, Yuna. But it wasn't until about a year ago that you started developing feelings for one of the shorter members. She was just about 164cm but she was pretty fierce yet so sweet. She had constantly been flirting with you ever since you two met, at first you wouldn't take it seriously, you had been warned about Ryujin's flirty personality and the rumors of her being a player were entirely known not only by fans but within the industry as well. Working with her came with a caution warning whether you were another female idol or a stylist. You'd be warned.

There you were, at the dance practice doing the choreography you had previously been taught, as your body moved to the song, your eyes followed Ryujin without you even realizing but it did not go unnoticed by the petite female who discreetly winked your way with a sly smirk lingering on her lips for no longer than a few brief seconds. As the practice came to an end, you reached for your towel and water bottle. Wiping the sweat off your forehead and arms, you established your breathing before opening your water bottle and taking a big sip of the refreshing water. You hadn't realized everyone had already left, not until you felt a pair of hands being placed at your hips startling you.

❝Shhh. It's just me... Jagi.❞ a soft, seductive voice whispered in your ear trailing off at the end with a smirk you couldn't quite see. Her warm breath brushed against the skin of your neck, you tried to turn around but the pair of hands held you in place, ❝Tsk, tsk, tsk. Trying to run away already? Did you think I wouldn't catch you staring at me?❞

Oh shit... you thought to yourself, you didn't know how to react but you quickly responded, ❝If you caught me then you were staring too, miss Shin.❞ although your words seemed unbothered and merely flirty, your rosed cheeks suggested otherwise.

Instead of getting shy and backing away, she had a completely different reaction to your words and a bigger smirk grew across her face, ❝Oh, I was. You know... I've had my eyes on you for a while now.❞ her hands spin you around to face her, her eyes quickly met your gaze as she now pinned you against the wall.

❝Unnie...❞ you trailed off, it all happened so fast you were caught off guard.

❝Don't call me that.❞ it came out as a growl and you frowned in confusion. You were nearly a year younger than the beautiful lady pinning you to the wall.

❝S-Sorry...❞ you stuttered out, gulping as you felt her body press against yours, her head raised just enough to look at you.

❝Couldn't you have been shorter?❞ she teased in a low voice, her lips attaching to your visible collarbone giving it wet and warm butterfly kisses all the way up your neck to your jawline stopping herself with a kiss on the corner of your lips. Your eyes had closed as you now nibbled at your lower lip. She knew she drove you crazy and she knew exactly how to use it to her advantage. You longed to feel those plump lips of hers pressing against yours but she had other plans and started walking away. As she was about to reach the door, she looked over her shoulder with a devilish smirk on her lips, ❝Wouldn't want to get caught, right?❞

You stood there dumbfounded, your body against the wall just as she left you while your gaze was staring blankly at the door. You knew she could be quite bold with her flirting, she had been, but you never imagined it to go this far. Was she this way with everyone else she flirted? You were left wondering, making question after question in your mind as you quickly gathered your things and left in a hurry, hoping you wouldn't run into her again but just as you were walking down the last corridor, you got yanked into what seemed like a storage room and before you could react you felt a pair of lips attack yours as the door was kicked shut and you were pinned against it. Your eyes opened wide and that's when you realized who it was, your body melted under the touch of her hands releasing yours and pulling your body to hers by the hips.

❝I want you, yn.❞ she whispered next to your ear now that she broke the kiss. You were left frozen in place, the feeling of her lips just now pressed against yours, they were soft, tender yet left you hungry for more. You wanted more. You wanted her. And she wanted you. But you wanted her to be yours and she wanted a taste of you.

❝Ryujin...❞ you weakly trailed off, your body shivering to the feeling of her hand reaching your inner thigh, squeezing it.

❝I've wanted you for a long time...❞ she continued, making your body weaker. You could feel the growing feeling between your legs that wanted her too. But you couldn't. It would only hurt you. ❝Why can't you be mine..? Why won't you let me take you..?❞ her words left you speechless, at the same time, frozen. You didn't know how to take those words, afraid you'd be taking it out of context. She couldn't possibly mean it the same way you wanted her. Could she?

❝Ryujin...❞ you trailed off again, hoping she'd back away. You had been hurt before, you didn't want to go through that pain again.

❝Yes.., jagi?❞ she whispered against your ear.

❝I can't...❞ her face dropped, the smirk was gone and now it looked emotionless. You dared to try and look into her eyes but she looked away.

❝Why..? Why can't you be mine..?❞ she mumbled, her back now facing you. ❝I won't touch you if you don't want to... I just wished you were mine...❞ she was talking to herself as if she had forgotten of your presence there.

❝I don't- I can't get hurt again...❞ you mumbled as a response to her questions and her head roses slowly before she turned to look at you with a concerned look on her face.

❝I would never hurt you, yn... I love you. I thought I was making it obvious... I know I flirt with a lot of people, but I'm not a player it's always just playfully... I know what people say of me... But not with you... I meant it... I meant every compliment, every cheesy thing. I meant it all when it was you.❞ she admitted, her voice breaking here and there.

❝Y-You love me..?❞ you stuttered out in utter shock, you weren't expecting to hear that from her. She nodded.

❝Every time you enter the room my heart starts racing unable to find the finish line and my stomach feels as if its filled with butterflies... And I'm happy. I'm nervous but always happy. I just wished you could te-❞ she admitted and before she could finish, your hands had cupped her cheeks as you crashed your lips against hers. Now it was her eyes that opened wide with your actions, her body quickly relaxed and before you know it, a simple kiss turned into a makeout session. She pinned you against the shelves, causing a few things to tumble over and you two to let out a chuckle against each other's lips before Ryujin pulled away to gaze into your eyes, ❝Be mine.❞

❝Make me yours.❞ it was all you said before she attacked your lips once more. You were hungry for eachother. Longing for eachother. She nibbled at your lower lip, tugging on it before releasing it with a pop before her lips attacked your neck, she gave it wet kisses before she nibbled at the sensitive skin. Your lips parted as a moan accidentally escaped your lips. You could feel her smirk against your skin, biting at it hard enough to mark her territory but not hard enough to draw blood.

Her hands tugged at the hem of your shirt as if asking for permission to remove it and you nodded. It took her less than a blink of an eye to have the oversized shirt you were wearing pulled over your head and scattered on the floor of the storage room. Your breasts were hidden behind the sports bra you were wearing. She pulled away slightly, just enough to take in the beauty of your body before her hands were placed on your waist, biting on her lower lip she slowly moved them to your stomach. She caressed your abs, admiring them, worshipping them before she lowered herself enough to press wet yet tender kisses all over them sending shivers down your spine. Her touch was soft, gentle. She seemed so fierce yet she touched you so gently. It was as if she was someone else. Someone softer.

Your eyes were closed as you felt her lips press over and over again all over your abdomen before she bit at the skin and another moan caused your lips to part. Ryujin was making sure you wouldn't change your mind about being hers and marking what belonged to her. Your body completely submissive to her touch. Her lips pulled away from your body just for a mere second before you felt them press at the top of the bra, between what was visible of your breasts. Her hands reached up your shoulders, sliding the straps down your arms and you removed your own bra as soon as she pulled away to let you get rid of it. Her eyes went from yours to your breasts. Although your figure was skinny, your boobs were a C cup and she admired them for a moment before her hands cupped them, the cold touch sending shivers down your whole body. Her lips pressed against yours as her hands squeezed your breasts and a moan came out muffled into her lips.

With a smirk, her lips travelled down your neck to your collarbone until she kissed between your breasts. Her hands now on your waist as if to hold you in place before she began kissing your chest down until you suddenly felt the moist warmth of her breath on your nipple, before she dared to go any further she looked up with those lustful eyes as if she was making sure you were okay and so you nodded when you met her gaze. Her lips wrapped around your nipple and she allowed her tongue to press against the tip before it flickered with it making a soft moan to escape you once again. Oh this girl would be the death of you.

❝Ryu...❞ you mumbled as it hit you. You were a virgin. Yes, you wanted her. You wanted her to pleasure you. To pleasure her. But you were in a storage room. It wasn't the ideal way for you to lose your virginity. You heard her mumble a 'hm' indicating you to continue as she teased your nipple, ❝W-We can't...❞

Without hesitation, the petite female pulled away and apologized for getting carried away, ❝I didn't mean to get so carried away, I-❞

❝Hey... Don't apologise. I got carried away too... It's just... I'm still a virgin...❞ you admitted shamefully, your head turned just enough so you could look away from her. You were just about to turn 21 and you still hadn't had your first time.

Her eyes went wide as she stared at you, ❝Oh I am so sorry, I had no idea.❞ she apologized at first before furrowing and her hand reached your chin, turning your face back to her so she could meet those beautiful eyes of yours. A tender smile now formed across her lips, ❝There's nothing to be ashamed of.❞ you looked up, your gaze meeting hers. The dark glint of her eyes now gone as nothing but pure adoration seemed to radiate from Ryujin's eyes. She helped you put on your missing clothes that she gathered from the ground.

❝Sorry for ruining the moment...❞ you blurted making her eyes go wide and her head to quickly shake negatively.

❝You didn't ruin anything. I'm glad you told me. Now I can make your first time special.❞ she smiled as her hands reached for yours, her gaze now looking down at both your hands between the two of you, she intertwined her fingers with yours.

❝S-So you don't want to leave me..?❞ with that said, her head rose quickly to look at you.

❝What? No! Of course I don't!❞ she sighed letting go of your hands as she took a few steps back. Her head down as her hair covered most of her face now. You frowned. ❝I should get going... The members are probably wondering where I'm at...❞ her voice sounded hurt as she opened the door.

❝Wait!❞ you quickly grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her to you. ❝That is not how I meant it!❞ her head was still low, hiding her face from you. ❝It wasn't that I believe the rumours. I don't. I've just been left before...❞ her head finally rose to look into your eyes.

❝Who was he?❞ her saddened expression suddenly turned furious making your eyes open wide.

❝I-It's a she.❞ you mumbled out and she repeated, correcting herself. ❝Um.. you don't know them...❞ her eyebrow rose as if she knew you were lying. ❝It isn't worth it... Please...❞ your voice was weak yet pleading making her sigh and nod her head.

❝Why don't you give me a call later today and I can come over your place? Mine is too.. crowded.❞ she said having snatched your phone from your pocket God knows how or when and now dialed her number. ❝There.❞ she said, handing it over to you with a wink. 'My ONLY Jagi ♡' was how she saved it making your eyes open wide. She was quite territorial, wasn't she?

❝Shit! How am I supposed to cover all these for tomorrow practice?❞ to say that you panicked would be an understatement.

She leaned closer to you, her face next to yours as she whispered next to your ear, ❝Don't. Let them see my mos precious piece of art.❞ she smirked before pulling away just to peck your lips before leaving without another word.

❝Wha- Ryu!❞ you called after her but she was long gone. You let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding as your fingers brushed softly over your lips. Remembering hers pressed against them. Shaking your head, you headed home. Your place was small but clean and modern. You had repainted the walls and bought every piece of furniture there was over the years. And you were quite proud of how it had turned out.

As you were about to shower, you stopped in front of the mirror in the bathroom, letting your fingers trace every purplish mark on your body from your neck down to your abs remembering everything that went down in the storage room earlier that day and without even realising it, you were biting down on your lip.

Once you had showered and put on some clothes, you laid there in bed facing the ceiling with your phone in hand trying to figure out whether or not you should call her. But before you could press her number, your phone dinged.

New message received

My ONLY Jagi ♡

Pretty face, where's my call?

Seen

How did you get my number?

Aish.. rude. I asked the staff.

Seen

You weren't calling me and I

was missing you too much.

Seen

Hello?

Seen

Yn???

Seen

Would you please stop leaving

me on seen?

Seen

Sighing, you pressed the call button at the top of the chat, lifting the phone up to your ear. There wasn't even a single ring as you heard the other female's voice on the other side of the line.

"Hey, kitty." you could hear the flirtatious tone in her voice and your mind could imagine just how she would be looking at you had it been in person, "Would you like me to come over? I promise you won't regret it."

And you pondered for a moment, unsure of what she had planned but nodded anyway only to chuckle at yourself as you realised she couldn't see you, "I would love nothing more." you couldn't help the soft smile that formed across your lips when the doorbell immediately rang. Confused at first, you say you'll talk once she gets there amt hang up the phone but much to your surprise, she was the one standing outside your door.

"How did you.. You were already standing there when you texted, weren't you?" You chuckle at how adorable you found it, letting you drag you inside your own home as if she owned the place and for some reason it left you in a much bigger state of 'awe'. Had it been anyone else, you would have yelled and screamed but she? She could do anything that you'd end up finding it either cute or sexy.

"Beautiful." She mumbled as her eyes scanned you from head to toe.

"Thank you, I decorated it myse-"

"I meant you, idiot." she had quickly cut your sentence short, you blushed deeply at her words making her chuckle, "How about we go cuddle on the couch and watch a movie?" she suggested and you quickly nodded your head.

You two had been cuddling for the past hour or so but of course that to be there, Ryujin had to sneak out the window due to Itzy's strict curfew set by their manager. Only you had no idea.

"Yn, be my girlfriend." she blurted out pulling you closer. Instead of replying, you nuzzle closer into her with the brightest of smiles as you nod your head, your arms wrapped around her waist. Her whole face lit up as you seemed to happily decide to be hers.

"I love you." you blurted out pressing a kiss to her lips before your head rested on her chest as you focused back on the movie.

The End

#ryujin #ryujin imagines #imagines #itzy imagines #ryujin x you #ryujin x reader #itzy x reader #itzy x you #itzy x yn #kpop #kpop idol

[jumexju]

TRUE FAITH

Pairing !! : L & Misa

Fic Type !! : Oneshot / Fluff / Platonic!!

CW !! : Self-Doubt, Insecurities (?)

Summary !! : In which Misa educates the heavily analytic detective on the topic of L-O-V-E.

Note !! : All ma homies stan MisaLiet

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“Ryu, you have to stay still or it won’t look good!” Misa pouted as she held the detective’s jaw with her left hand and used a small brush to apply eyeshadow under his eyes. 

“It tickles.” He said simply as he looked up at the ceiling trying not to focus too much on the sensation of the brush against his skin. His thumbnail was in between his lips as he let The Blonde put makeup on his face. Light was currently helping the rest of the Task Force further the investigation. L said he was visiting Misa to try and get more information out of her- But that isn’t what it looked like. 

Thankfully, Nobody except Matsuda was paying attention to the surveillance footage. “Man I wish Misa-Misa would do makeup on me..” He sighed dreamily as he daydreamed about the fantasy. 

“Matsuda please pay more attention to the evidence Ryuzaki asked us to examine…” 

“I don’t really understand why you came all the way here just for me to do makeup on you, Ryuzaki..” Misa mentioned as she cupped L’s cheeks in her hands, looking at her work. She hadn’t done much on his face but she did put eyeshadow around his eyes and apply eyeliner to his eyelids. It made his eyebags more pronounced but she can’t say it looked bad on him. 

“..I’m investigating.” was his vague response to her words. 

At this, The Blonde raised an eyebrow. “Investigating what? Light n’ I already told you we’re not Kira, didn’t we?” She put away her brushes and gave him a mirror with a smile on her face, “Anyways, Look!” 

He took the mirror in his cold hand, looking at his reflection. “Hm.. I don’t look much different.” he surmised. 

“Yeah well, Makeup is supposed to enhance the beauty one already possesses! I’d say you look pretty cute.” Misa smiled warmly trying to cheer him up, especially after he had admitted to being depressed about a week ago. She knew what it felt like to be depressed, mostly because that’s how she felt after her parent’s had passed. She wouldn’t wish it on anyone, even if Ryuzaki was a little weird, no one deserved to feel down! 

“Cute?” The detective peeked at Misa from behind the mirror. “You think I’m cute?” 

“I think you have your own charm,” Misa said, “But no one’s cuter than my Light!” she smiled brightly at the thought of her boyfriend. 

“Aww..” Matsuda cooed as he saw the moment unfold, “Did you hear that Light? Misa-Misa said you were-!” 

“Matsuda, please focus!” 

“Jeez you guys are no fun…..” 

“Misa, why exactly are you so infatuated with Light?” L asked. He was genuinely curious to know why Misa loved Light so much, especially when the feelings didn’t seem to be reciprocated by the man in question. Which frankly, L didn’t understand. Misa was good company and a good friend after all. 

“Love at first sight!” She stated confidently, “Once I saw him, I knew he was the one for me.” She professed her love to the detective. “It was like fate.” 

“Fate? ..That alone is an odd concept.. How can one love another without knowing that person at all?” L questioned. “It doesn’t seem logical at all..” 

“Love defies all types of logic!” Misa said matter-of-factly. 

“That seems troublesome.” L responded. 

Misa deadpanned, “Maybe you just think too much, haven’t you ever been in love before, Ryu?” The detective nibbled on the mochi he had picked up off his plate that sat on the coffee table. 

“In love? I don’t believe I have. I do, however, feel a bond with you and Light.. But I don’t think that that can be classified as ‘love’.” L tried to explain to the Blonde sitting in front of him as he chewed the chewy piece of mochi in between his teeth. 

“Well, that’s a type of love too y’know!” Misa said enthusiastically as she swiped the half-eaten mochi from L’s meticulous fingers. “Love doesn’t have to be romantic like me n’ Light. It can be like.. A friendly love.” Misa explained to the detective. L stayed silent, thinking hard about her words. Truthfully, none of this conversation would reveal any new facts about the Kira case. It wouldn’t bring them farther in any way, but L enjoyed speaking with Misa. Despite not being on his or Light’s level of thinking, she was a very optimistic girl. Although she could be considered an airhead, L could tell she meant well. He also knew she was being genuine about her words. 

“A friendly love.. Like you and I?” L thought about it some more, before letting his big eyes rest on her face. “I think I quite like the idea of that.” L smiled slightly. 

L was not one to speak about his feelings much, they were something that he seldom understood because they rarely made any sense. Of course, he was still human so he felt those emotions of anger & sadness.. But this meant that he also felt the loneliness that came with being the most revered detective. He rarely ever felt like anyone understood him or his actions ー most of the time, people just made up their own opinions about him despite not knowing him. 

“Y’know Ryu, you’re not that bad. You can be a little strange but you’re good company..” Misa admitted to him as she bit into one of the mochi she stole from his plate, a smile on her lips. 

“That makes me happy,” he said as he subconsciously fidgeted with his toes, “I enjoy your company as well.” These words may have been simple, but it was refreshing to L to have someone who understands emotions. Yes, he and Light were intellectually matched but Misa knew more about emotions than the both of them. She was more sensitive to them and could always gauge his own emotions even when he thought he hid them so well. 

“I know you and Light are super busy with the investigation,” Misa treaded carefully since she knew how Light had reacted to this conversation, “But i’ve been wanting to go to this new coffee shop that opened up in Aoyama, can we go? The three of us I mean.” 

L blinked a couple times, mulling it over. He was preoccupied with the Kira investigation but.. With the investigation at a standstill due to the erasure of both Light & Misa’s memories, maybe it wouldn’t hurt? 

“Please? It’ll be fun I promise!” Misa pleaded with the detective. Maybe going to Aoyama could help Misa and Light uncover their memories? Either way, it couldn’t really go wrong.. 

“.. That can be arranged.” L finally said as he stood from his place on the couch. 

“Yay!” Misa jumped from her spot and ran to the door, “I’m gonna go tell Light!!” 

“He can see you on the..” L trailed off and sighed as the girl ran off. 

It truly was refreshing to be around someone so different from himself. 

It was nice to have a friend like Misa. 

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[handsometheo]

Hi! So I can't remember if I sent you a request cuz my memory is absolutely terrible but if I didn't could I request a Heather x Reader please? Maybe the reader has been a rider for a while and rides a egg biter. And when Heather shows up and is thinking about joining the gang but is still nervous, the reader tries to make her feel comfortable by hanging out with her, talking to her, and all together just being super kind and almost loving while also giving her and windshear the space they need. And finally after the events with Dagur, and pretending to be a dragon hunter are over, she decides to stay because she fell in love with the reader and the reader did too. Sorry if this was too long and sorry if I already requested something lol. Have a good day💜💜💜

Absolutely!!

I Don't Bite

HEATHER X READER

Pairing: Heather x Gn! Reader

Reader pronouns used: They/Them/Their's

Warnings: None that I'm aware of

Summary: Heather comes to the edge and is trying to figure out if she wants to join the other riders. You help with that decision.

Dragon Name: Crunchy (you know cause its a egg biter)

Notes: I feel like I took a bit of a different turn to how you wanted it and I apologise, I just couldn't fully remember what happened so went with the parts of the story I do remember.

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"Ow!" I exclaim as the set of dragon teeth that were already gently nibbling on my arm bit down harder.

I look to my side to be met with a playful look from my dragon, Crunchy. An annoying pest that almost took my arm off the first time we met. She let's go of my arm and nods her head towards the door of my hut.

"Did I miss something?" I mutter walking into the clubhouse where everyone else is. "Oh."

The Twins were chatting in their little duo, but the others were all surrounding a gorgeous girl that looks to be around our age, with raven hair and green eyes that leave me completely dazed. My mouth hangs open for a second in shock.

"Uh hi everyone? Sorry to interrupt, but who's this?" I ask as I walk to the others, catching their attention. The girl's eyes meet mine as I walk further towards her and the others.

"oh yeah! Y/n you never met Heather did you?" Snotlout suddenly announces. So her name is Heather then?

I raise my hand to see if she'll shake mine. She does. To this I smile and politely not my head at her. She returns the motion.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Y/n. I've been a rider for a while but I guess I've never had the luck of meeting you."

"It's nice to meet you too Y/n, I'm Heather." She then forms a grin on her face. Me, Heather and Astrid start up a conversation as though we've been close friends for years. Technically me and Astrid have been but, you know. That's not the point.

The others leave for a bit to do their various jobs around the Edge, leaving me to give a to Heather around the Edge.

"So, do you have a dragon too?" I tilt my head to her to show that im curious. Heather giggles lightly at my slightly odd behaviour.

"Yep, a razorwhip, Windshear. She's really sweet." As she finishes this sentence there is a slight yelp from a dragon down by the stables.

We rushed towards the sound and see the aforementioned razorwhip lightly snarling at a cheeky egg biter that has attached herself to the metallic tail of Windshear.

I quickly exclaim "Crunchy!" I wave my hands to signal the egg biter to let go. I suddenly turn to Heather, "I'm so sorry about her, she doesn't mean any harm. She just likes to nibble a little on things she's taken interest in."

Crunchy finally let's go and drops to the floor below and playfully pats the floor by Windshear, who then looks to her rider for support in what to do. Heather finally let's out a hearty laugh at the entire scene and makes a shooing motion to Windshear.

"heh- It's fine don't worry, she seems cute." She continues to chuckle, calming down from the giggle fit she had. My face grows hot from embarrassment and something else.

When she got no response from Windshear other than a few confused gurgles, Crunchy hops over to me and Heather. She spots the ravenette and quickly placed her head under her hand. Heather naturally starts to stroke her scaly head. Crunchy began to purr slightly.

I panicked slightly when I saw Crunchy abruptly open her eyes. She looked directly at me and moved her face, level with Heathers hand. She let her teeth be seen and the panic further set in. To my surprise however, she lightly took the hand between her teeth and gently seem to nibble on it. How come she can't be like that with me???

After this experience me and Heather bonded over our dragons and their strange behaviours. The dragons also became seemingly great friends as Windshear had finally understood what Crunchy wanted.

We had spent time going on missions and working together for a while, but soon came a horrid time for Heather. Her brother, Dagur. He had gone directly into a trap and died. For her. So she would be safe.

Honestly I would do the same, but like I would ever say that out loud to her. I believe that I've developed feelings for her.

Outside the rain continues to pour down at a quick pace. We had all split off to our respective huts, except for Heather who didn't currently have one. She is going to get ill if she doesn't come inside.

I leave my hut and look into the rain and see her stood alone. I make my way slowly, just to give extra time to cool down.

"Heather?" She doesn't reply so I continue. "Heatheryou need to come inside, you'll get ill" I continue walking until I reach her sobbing figure. The look on her face tears me apart. The hurt and pain in her eyes doesn't subside when she looks at me finally.

She says nothing but nods and begins to walk away, presumably to where she's been camping out. I swiftly catch a hold of her hand. She turns and I nod towards my hut. No words were spoken as I whistle for Crunchy to leave her pen in the stables and come to the hut.

She lights my fireplace and curlse up near Heather who sat on a seat, still quietly sobbing.

"Heather please let me know if you need anything else, I'll set up a space for you to sleep tonight so you don't need to go back out there." I give a kind smile and walk to prepare everything.

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It's been a while since I've properly seen Heather, she told me that she was very thankful that I gave her a place to stay that night and soon had left after the next day.

I've been missing her, honestly. Crunchy is missing her best friend too. Although, Heather is more than just a best friend to me. She's found a way into my heart and I have no idea how to get rid of these feelings.

The riders had noticed our slightly dampened moods and so they kept holding these secretive meetings that I was never allowed into.

The Edge was quiet as the others had all fallen asleep. The moon was high in the sky, seeming so much brighter than the sun at times. Even though that's false, I just like to think it.

"Ouch! Hello to you too Crunchy."

I strain my neck to see Crunchy attaching herself to Heather. She let's go and instead switches her attention to Windshear.

My eyes widen and I quickly get up to sprint at her, I open my arms and practically tackle her to the ground. Heather laughs and hugs back.

"Heather, I've missed you so much!" my smile is so large it kind of hurts. "I suppose it's a temporary stay again, but I'm so so happy you're here."

She continues to laugh at my excitement, "No actually, I'm staying. Permanently."

Somehow my eyes widen even more, I giggle with excitement. "Really?"

"Really. I've heard a certain someone has taken interest in me, I just happen to return that feeling." She narrows her eyes in suspicion cheeks lightly dusted with a pink hue.

"Don't worry I don't bite." My smile becomes a lot more gentle as I lay beside her on the grass staring at the stars. The dragons rolling around and playing a little way away from us.

"Is it ok? That I like you, I mean" She's cautious with her words. I turn with a confused expression.

"Didn't I just admit to having feelings for you, don't make me feel stupid now." I chuckle abut continue to not give off the wrong impression "It's completely fine, because the feelings are mutual."

She holds one of my hands gently and reaches with her other to get my other hand. I give a curious look as she raises both of our hands. She suddenly yanks the second one that she wasn't holding before into her mouth and she lightly bites down.

"HEY"

"You may not bite, but that doesn't mean I won't." as she says this, she speedily got up to run away into the trees. This catches the dragons attention but they don't move to do anything.

I can hear her laughter as I get up to chase along behind her, laughing myself.

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HIII hope that was OK! I tried to stick to the request as best I could. I honestly love the idea of having an egg biter that just like to play around and is actually really gentle.

I'm working on posting a new chapter of Handsome Jack x reader fanfic on Monday so ig look out for that if you're interested.

I'm working on all my requests, slowly but surely so don't worry. You're requests should be coming out. At some point.

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[anabdaniels]

Flufftober 2023 with Agent Whiskey- Day 2- Ear cleaning

Paring: Agent Whiskey x Reader

Word counting: 900

Rating: General audiences

Jack’s lap was for sure your favorite place to get cozy in, especially in situations like that when he was helping you with something you couldn’t do by yourself.

You’ve spent your whole childhood hearing your mother complaining, sometimes yelling at you because you haven’t cleaned behind your ears and their folds, not to mention the torturous times when she decided to use cotton swabs on your ear canal. You tried to explain to her that you simply couldn’t do it, you tried to clarify a thousand times that you simply couldn’t bear your touch on your ears in the same way someone just can’t intentionally touch their eyeballs while looking at their finger, and you’ve tried even harder to ask her to be gentle while doing it for you, but, as always, she didn’t listen. When you moved to your place, you didn’t need to deal with her harsh ear-cleaning on you, but, also, you needed to find a way to do it by yourself which wasn’t an exactly easy task. But then, you met Jack.

He understood with no problem when you asked him to not nibble or breathe too close to your ears, which was already a very good thing, since all your past lovers had tried to change your mind about it by doing it, without understanding (or just not caring) that it wasn’t a simple preference. Jack was a good observer and noticed how, every time you got out of the shower, you always used to dry your ears with the towel almost not touching them and very quickly, almost as if it hurt you. When he questioned about it, you were already living together and a few weeks away from getting married, so you decided to explain to him what was the problem and, knowing his silly goofy personality, you expected him to mock you for it as other people have done before, but instead, he simply asked if there was anything he could do to help you, and now, there you were, sat sideways on his lap while he took care of that task for you.

“Everything alright, sugar?” He asked softly, looking at you carefully.

“Yes, I’m fine.” You answered calmly and he just nodded before resuming what he was doing, cleaning behind your ear with a cotton pad moistened with warm water. This also had been a slight problem because every material seemed to be too uncomfortable for you. A regular towel? Just worked to make you contort in affliction. Microfiber towel? Another no, you couldn’t bear it for more than one second. Baby wipes? Another section of pure agony. One afternoon, after having you on the verge of tears while sitting on the bathroom sink, Jack saw his last hopes on the cotton pads that you normally use with skincare and make-up. Then he was the one about to cry when realized that, finally, he had found something you could bear the sensation.

“This one is done. Turn around, honey.” Almost like a little toddler, you did as he said, turning around on his lap and resting your head on his chest. He smiled and caressed your back, kissing your forehead. “Do you need a break before we proceed?” he asked with one eyebrow raised, afraid that you might be overwhelmed.

“No, it’s okay.” You said while passing your arms around his waist. Even with Jack being the gentlest soul possible, it still was a bit uncomfortable to have so much touch on your ears, but hugging him certainly helped a lot to make you more comfortable. You kept your hands busy playing with Jack’s t-shirt while he was carefully passing the cotton on the folds of your ear, giving you a few head scratches and forehead kisses during the process. When he finally was done with it, you couldn’t hold back a relieved sigh, either because it was done or because you wouldn’t have to deal with your childhood nightmares that were the cotton swabs. You still remember when you mentioned to Jack that they would still be a problem and the man didn’t flinch before came up with, at least, twelve different articles talking about how cotton swabs shouldn’t be used on the ear canal and showing you the text Ginger have sent him, confirming that the articles were right. It melted you so much how he was invested in truly helping you with that and making the experience the least uncomfortable possible.

“We’re done for today, my love.” His voice sounded soft and you couldn’t help but smile and nestle even more on his lap. He kissed the top of your head and hugged you tight, leaning back on the bed to let you lay on his chest.

“Thank you.” You whispered with your face hidden against his neck, caressing the side of his body “I wish I didn’t give you so much trouble.”

“Don’t say that, sugarcube. Is a pleasure to take care of my beautiful lady.” You raised your head to see him with that sideways smile that always made you weak.

“You spoil me too much.” You said while moving a small lock of hair off his forehead.

“And you better bet that I’ll spoil you even more if I have the chance.” Jack said while still smiling, then leaned slightly to press his lips on yours, then nestling you even more between his arms.

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[minseologs]

Idle hands are a devil’s plaything

Minseo, stop.

Her nails were red with the rough scrubbing, there was a hot feel as she finally turns off the tap and using tissues to dry her hands. She looks on the ground of her clothes sprawled messily after the evening’s shower.

Taiwan’s city lights were a strong contrast against the evening’s darkness. She sat too close to the window to watch everything. The blinking lights of different shops waiting for a passerby to come, welcoming all sorts of people at a food stand, and even the stars illuminated the sky just right. Minseo grasps the small bottle in her hands, she couldn’t help but watch the commotion at one building. A few people gathering around an ambulance made her chuckle under her breath.

-

“What a surprise, the Choi Minseo, coming back to do dirty work.” A man older than her father speaks rather teasingly, which she reciprocated with a gentle laugh. “Sweetheart? Surely you can’t be that bored at the moment.”

“Oh but I am, Mr. Yang. What can I say, there’s always something that needs to be done.” She waits for instructions, being told to sit as the man laughs again.

“You have higher power than me when it comes to this. No need to be formal.”

“It’s only respectable, Mr. Yang.”

“I appreciate that. Very well. Let’s begin—“

The underground had always been unforgiving when it came to one’s enemies. Even Minseo had her fair share of people to handle when she worked for her father. Nowadays, it seems that it’s just the right hand dealing with it that she hasn’t been exposed to violence outside her own thought. A folder is being introduced, along with photographs of strangers she needed to “dispose of” as the man said. Too much involvement with little monetary compensation with a deal was the cause of a hit for this man. Minseo was given additional details of the his life, brief descriptions of where and how she will get there. It was to happen with in days, quietly and swiftly.

“You told me to donate to the orphanage where your mother was raised, under your name of course— so I suppose the meeting concludes here.” Mr. Yang taps his palm in the table, unknown black substance is given to her, silence looks on as she stands to announce her departure with it on hand. “Don’t ingest that. High lead dose. Make sure you wash your hands.”

She bows, smiling gracefully, and walking away with information in hand.

-

It lands her here. The very same market she was watching from previous nightly observations. It was still busy even much later in to the night. The man she was observing was in a dimly lit bar, herself disguised as some kind of bar girl. Removing her cover up, a skimpy outfit that showed more than just her legs for the imagination, complete with a mute-brown wig that elevated her look. Every move he made, her eyes pretend to gaze his way to gain attention. Tonight was planned, and she would hate to extend her stay more than necessary.

Minseo, Don’t touch your mouth.

The man gets up to make his way through the dancing bodies, and so did Minseo. The crowd was already a hindrance as she sways her way through. With the help of booming music and seizure-inducing lights, it drowned out what she was about to do. She paces close enough, while lacing her thumb with a high amount of poison. This man senses her moves as a hand finally latches on to her waist— then, lower. Minseo smirks on the surface but wanted to end him right then and there, as the man touches her in places no stranger should. Her chest felt tight as soft nibbling were felt on her shoulder. Lingering scent of alcohol and smoke was catching on her clothes. Their bodies grind with the beat while her hand introduces itself to his lips. He takes the bait, sucking her thumb with significant amount in place of her skin.

Her eyes grasp an uncomfortable sense just as quickly as she leaves the vicinity. Minseo uses the opportunity for the crowd to engulf the man when he began to make a face. He had already started holding his throat with an audible hacking. It happened with in five minutes that vomiting was heard when she leaves. The very same cover up was used as to escape the building with ease, looking for safety with in the busy market streets to throw away her persona. She continues to walk near by her hotel, while she notices cops have already began heading to the club.

Minseo, wash your hands.

-

“Of all places I’d meet up with you, Taiwan—“ Ryunosuke’ coy smile was evident with the meeting, and she returns it. “You’ve gotten so… different— are you alright? Not stressing, I hope?”

Minseo, look at him.

The television provided some kind of barrier for her to stay calm, seeing the club’s murder being reported. She succeeded what was requested, and in perfect timing, receiving a text from Mr. Yang that the money had been sent to the orphanage. It left a note, herself discreetly reading: As expected of our diligent Minseo. Have a good new year.

Her eyes glances towards him, a soft and gentle laugh was heard. How long has it been since she was able to relax in the company of someone else?

“Never better.”

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[halfawitch-willow]

What Do You Want From Me, Blood? ❁ WSoH 1

With Flower out of town, it's Willow's responsibility to take care of the more dangerous magical plants in the restricted greenhouse. She probably shouldn't have done it while sleep-deprived... Takes place on Oct 9th ((/cackles in Spooky Musical Theater/ Welcome to Willow Shop of Horrors, y'all)) TW: blood, mild gore, mentions of death

Flower had known Willow was half fairy since the demon attack. 

They’d had their suspicions since they hired her, apparently, just by the way the flowers in the shop had responded to her. How her flares of temper would ripple through the shop and leave some of the plants sad and wilted. Then Willow had used a tomato and mint plant to kill a fear demon, and the moment Flower had stepped back into the shop, all of the flowers had ratted Willow out.

Traitors, all of them. Adorable little traitors.

They’d had a brief conversation about it, which basically amounted to Willow telling Flower that no, she really hadn’t known, and no, she really wasn’t ready to talk about it. Flower had started to give Willow a little more responsibility after that now that they knew Willow could listen to the flowers and that they, in turn, usually listened to her.

Flower had given her a key to the smallest greenhouse behind the shop, where they kept all their more dangerous magical blooms, and this was the greenhouse Willow was currently letting herself into.

The greenhouse was always warm, even in the fall, so Willow hung her jacket by the door so she was just in a t-shirt. The glass was frosted, and Willow knew for a fact that from the outside it just looked like a riot of colors with no distinct shapes, so once the door was locked she slipped her concealment stone over her head and laid it out on the nearest work table. 

It was purely psychosomatic, she knew that, but she swore she could feel the spell melt away. When she passed the mirrors that surrounded the Gazing Narcissus, she saw herself again. Pointed ears, freckles, scars, tail, and all. It felt like exhaling after holding her breath long past the point of discomfort.

“Good morning, everyone,” Willow said after yawning, setting the supplies she’d brought in with her on the central table. The restricted greenhouse was longer than it was wide, but not by much. Raised beds lined both sides of the room, as well as the back, and different magical plants and flowers nearly overfilled the beds.

Willow was slowly getting used to the way flowers spoke to her. They “talked” through emotion, impressions of feelings. If she focused enough, she could make out words sometimes. When she lay in bed, too aware of the sound of breathing in the same room to fall asleep, the potted plants on the windowsill would hum to her. 

The flowers in the restricted greenhouse greeted her with a wave of joy and excitement and neediness, with a few “hello”s and “Willow”s breaking through. There were a few Whisperers at the back of the greenhouse that all muttered greetings. They were too isolated to pick up much, so they mostly whispered her own secrets back at her, with some of Flower’s thrown in for good measure.

(They had long since enforced what Flower called Vegas Rules: what happened in the greenhouse, stayed in the greenhouse.)

All of the flowers back here were magical to some degree. Most were used in potion ingredients, some were used as is. Some of them even had variants on the Boiling Isles, though these were much more tame.

The Starbursts ran cooler, only steaming a bit as Willow watered them. When she passed the Wolfhowls, they only nibbled at her fingers playfully instead of lunging to try and rip her throat out with their sharp teeth. The fact that she could even get close enough to the vampire roses to feed them blood meal was proof positive that they were much more docile than the flowers she was used to on the Isles. 

“You’re looking very lovely today,” she complimented them, just to be safe. There was a sharp poke of annoyance from the Gazing Narcissus, and Willow laughed and looked at them with her fist propped on her hip. “Oh, so you are paying attention to me,” she cajoled lovingly. “Here I thought you were distracted.”

pretty pretty tell me im pretty tell me tell me tell me the flowers cried, the beautiful blooms turning around from the mirrors to face Willow. She rolled her eyes, dumping the rest of the blood meal in the bed that held the vampire roses and giving the bush a few air kisses before walking away.

“Needy,” she teased, reaching out and letting the Narcissuses nuzzle into her palms. They looked like the non-magical daffodils they kept in the main greenhouse, except bigger and with a wider variety of colors that shifted and changed. Today, they were shifting between shades of green, and when Willow cuddled them, they settled on a shade that she knew matched her eyes.

“Oh, you look so stunning!” Willow gushed, laying it on nice and thick. “You matched my eyes perfectly! You’re so talented,” she cooed. They writhed happily, nuzzling against her hands and wrists and for the few that could reach, her cheeks and chin. Her own magic protected her from their hypnotic properties, so she wasn’t at much risk of being trapped by them. They were a potent ingredient in potions, and the more they were complimented, the better.

However, her exhaustion made her a little more susceptible to their suggestion, and Willow ended up spending way longer than she was planning on, murmuring compliments to the happy flowers.

“I’ll be back,” she said once she’d given them her undivided attention for long enough. They clung on a little, whining, but let her go without too much trouble. Willow blew them one last kiss, and sure enough, once she got far enough away they turned back to the mirrors and admired their new hues. She sighed in relief, trying to shake out the lingering fuzziness in her head and making her way around the rest of the greenhouse.

Her exhaustion was catching up to her, though. She hadn’t had a full night’s sleep since before she’d moved in with Kim, and she was really feeling it now. Willow moved in a daze until she got to the Whisperers, then there was a sharp sudden pain on her hand as she picked up the watering can. Willow cried out and dropped the watering can, clutching her stinging hand to her chest. When she held out her hand to see what had happened, there was a gash across the heel of her palm and down her wrist that was about as long as her pinky. There was a nick on the watering can handle that was wickedly sharp, and usually Willow was awake enough to avoid it. Deep burgundy blood was already bubbling up against her pale skin, and Willow held her hand away so she didn’t risk getting blood on her clothes. 

The greenhouse plants were a riot of concern and shock, her head full of them. The vampire roses all perked up at attention at the smell of blood, some of their longer vines starting to slither to the floor, and Willow snapped her head around to bare her teeth at them. “Stop it,” she barked, putting as much power and command in her voice as possible. The entire greenhouse froze, the vampire roses practically wilting away from her, and Willow let out a heavy breath. She needed to get out of the greenhouse now. 

“Willow Park is from the Boiling Isles,” the Whisperers murmured, their tiny, breathy voices all overlapping each other. Willow looked back at the flowers and realized her blood had dripped down her wrist and had splattered some of the pale blooms. Her blood had stained them almost purple in spots, her heritage clear in the dark color. 

She may be part fairy, but her blood was all denizen. Dark with demonic magic from the Titan. 

“Muck,” Willow cursed, and decided that her shirt wasn’t more important than her life. She pressed her bleeding hand and wrist to her side, where the blood stain would be hidden by her jacket, and raced across the greenhouse to where her concealment stone was sitting on the work table. Scooping it up in her free hand and feeling the magic wash over her, Willow swung it around a few times until it was wrapped securely around her wrist and ran for the door. The flowers all cried out as she made her escape, begging her not to leave, their remorse thick in her head, and she stopped with her hand on the door. 

“It’s okay,” she reassured them all, keeping one eye on the vampire roses as their hunger slowly started to overwhelm their guilt. They couldn’t help it, they were predators first and foremost. If she’d been this careless on the Isles, she’d already be wrapped up in their vines with their thorns sunk into her veins. “I’ll be back. I’m not mad, I promise.” The cold fall air slammed into her when she opened the door, piercing through her and making the pain in her hand almost soothing in comparison. Willow grit her teeth and snatched her jacket off the wall before darting out into the cold. She couldn’t pull it on, but she also couldn’t leave the keys in her pocket in the greenhouse.

The door swung closed behind her and locked, and Willow ran into the shop where she knew Flower kept a well-stocked first aid kit. It would get her through her shift until she could get back to her dorm and the healing potions her papa had sent via Head Witch Daemonne, carefully hidden where Kim would never stumble on them. It wasn’t a deep cut at least, so it would probably be closed up before the end of the day. 

When Willow went back into the restricted greenhouse a few hours later to sooth the plants and reassure them she was alright, her wound had been cleaned and dressed, bandaged tightly with plenty of gauze and liquid stitches to keep her dark blood from seeping out. The vampire roses were nearly wilted with guilt, and Willow showered them in love and attention, reassuring them that she knew they wouldn’t hurt her on purpose and that she still loved them until they were in full bloom again. She threw the watering can away and made sure there was no more blood on the floor.

She didn’t realize the Whisperers were watching her the whole time, several new buds popping up where her blood had dripped into the flower bed. She didn’t see the vines from the vampire roses that snuck along the wall, sinking in deep where she’d bled. 

By the time she noticed the new blooms a few days later, bigger than the others and with dark purple petals, it was already too late.

#drabble #willow shop of horrors #//featuring the return of the whisperers and the vampire roses #//im so excited for this one yall #tw blood #tw gore #tw death mention

[lacklustres]

normal-type team ( outside gym battles ).

KANGASKHAN / ♀ / Billie.

billie is a kangaskhan without a child. she's intense and fiercely protective of larry. sometimes she'll front on people who get too close to him; larry's trying to mellow her out some, both for the safety of others, and because she's sometimes a little too much to handle for him, personality-wise. her moveset is FACADE, DRAIN PUNCH, AVALANCHE, and CRUNCH.

DUDUNSPARCE ( three-segment form ) / ♂ / Franklin.

a staple to larry's team, and one that earns a lot of stares and raised brows, by virtue of being a rare three-segment form and being longer than your average dudunsparce. he also has a deeper voice than most of his kind, earning for amusement from medali residents. do not let his cute looks fool you though—franklin is a hard hitter and is loyal to the bone to larry. his moveset is YAWN, HYPER DRILL, BODY PRESS, and STONE EDGE.

SNORLAX / ♂ / Ezra.

ezra is almost as unmotivated as his trainer. he is, however, easily motivated by comfortable living; should a battle prove difficult or weary, he's quick to give it his all in an attempt to quell the danger. he'd just like to get back to his scheduled nibbles and naps, thanks! his moveset is YAWN, HAMMER ARM, HEAT CRASH, and HIGH HORSEPOWER.

KOMALA / ♀ / Matilda.

a powerhouse in a small body. matilda was born asleep, and stays asleep, much like the remainder of her kind. despite her sleepy nature, she's very attuned to her trainer's needs and will sometimes go to the extent of latching onto his leg and refusing to let go if larry hasn't taken his scheduled medication. her moveset is YAWN, BODY SLAM, EARTHQUAKE, and PLAY ROUGH.

PURUGLY / ♀ / Imogen.

rather unusual for a purugly, she specialises more so in special attacks than physical. imogen is intended not to be cast in first, but rather after another pokémon's fainting spell; this is so she can score some damage with a double-powered retaliate, or to make use of larry's plethora of yawns to allow her to promptly devour their dreams. regardless of whatever her base speed stat tells you: she's loathe to move fast. she'd rather laze about, soaking up the sun than exert herself. she wears an adapted form of the ZOOM LENS, which look like small, embellished spectacles perched just behind her nose. her moveset is HYPNOSIS, DREAM EATER, RETALIATE, and THUNDERBOLT.

DRAGONITE ( normal-type tera ) / ♀ / Eleanor.

one of larry's newest additions to his team, bestowed as a gift and a subtle nudge to try something different and unique. he, honestly, found her rather challenging to raise up until she evolved into her dual dragon- and flying-type form. he's used to specific types, and dratini's and dragonair's sole dragon typing proved to throw him for a loop sometimes. eleanor is intended to be terastallised, and has been trained to be a normal-type tera. her moveset is TERA BLAST, HURRICANE, DRAGON PULSE, and THUNDER WAVE.

#hc. #can u tell larry wants ur pkmn fuckim asleep #ALL THE YAWNS / HYPNOSIS #i'm going to do these piece by piece just so i don't post a stupidly long hc lmfao

[thefallofophanims]

HYDRANGEA AND JASMINE

By the time I blink, I'm back in my room. The sound of the ceremony slowly fades from my mind. The quiet of the Monastery is comforting, similar to the feel of a freshly washed cloth wrapped around my shoulders.

My fingertips caress the mouse nestled in the palm of my left hand. Its white and grey coat is always clean. It's so small, a mouse, and yet so intelligent. It can explore every nook and cranny. Surely it has seen more than I have, perhaps places I can't even imagine.

I jump when a hand knocks on my door. "Come in", I say mechanically. The door creaks open, and Anouk bursts into the room. A relieved sigh from me greets her arrival. "What? Don't tell me you got scared, glasses-head?" she says, barely mocking me.

"I wasn't scared of you. I was afraid of the noise, I wasn't expecting it." I reply as she approaches me. "Sorry." Her forehead sticks to mine, and her hands grasp my cheeks. We both close our eyes and stay like that, for a few seconds. It's our way of greeting each other.

Anouk steps back and sits down next to me. "Is there a reason for your visit?" I ask.

"Whiskers, of course. How could I forget her?" she replies, bending over the mouse in my hands, which raises its snout curiously.

"I see. You show more affection and care for a little mouse than you do for your best and most faithful friend-" "Shhh."

She giggles and pulls something out of her pocket. "I figured she'd enjoy my communion better than I do," she explains, proudly. I look at her, dumbfounded. "You didn't swallow your communion?"

"Of course I haven't. Don't look at me with those eyes Lysander, you know I never eat it."

"I suppose not."

There's an awkward silence between us as she hands her offering to Whiskers, who starts nibbling on it with interest. I feel a little guilty, pointing out our differences of Faith like this. Anouk would be in enough trouble if The Silk knew she didn't have any. She's the one who finally breaks that silence.

"I lied, I didn't come just for Whiskers. You arrived late earlier, which is very unusual, and I observed you. You were trembling, and you refused to watch The Angels."

"I never watch The Choir of Angels."

"You were particularly evasive today." Her face moves closer to mine, so that I can't escape her brown eyes. "I'm worried," she insists.

"There's nothing to worry about."

"Lying to me is pointless, Lys. I know you better than you know your Library."

"It's nothing important. I'll be better soon."

"Listen to me. You've got to face facts, and you've got to know-"

"I already know too much," I say abruptly, turning my body away so I don't have to hold her gaze any longer. Whiskers escapes me, and runs off to hide between two books in the corner of the room. Anouk sighs, then takes my hand. I don't stop her.

"Forgive me, Lys. I didn't come here to argue." I nod, gesturing to her that it's nothing. I can already feel the words escaping me. I'm no longer able to speak, to formulate sentences. I lie down on my bed and turn my back to her, letting her know I'm tired. She understands. She does not mind, she is used to it.

"The hydrangeas finished growing today. Their color is magnificent. Would you like to pick some with me? For your desk." I shake my head. Her fingers gently caress my hair. It feels nice.

"I understand. In that case, get some rest, okay? I'll bring you some when I finish working."

Oh, that's right. Anouk has to work, too. Comforted, I nod again and make a faint sound to express my gratitude. She gets up and walks away. "See you later, Lys," she murmurs as she closes the door.

Alone at last, I hold myself as I close my eyes.

☆

The next day, I'm at my desk, faithful to my task. The ink curves, dances, forms the letters and words along the pages. How lucky I am, to be a descendant of the illuminating monks.

I feel a presence behind me. Semione looks at my work. "Very refined," they comment. "You're gaining in precision. Your style reminds me of my own when I was your age."

"Thank you," I reply. I wonder if I should mention yesterday. I search for my words. "I'm sorry about yesterday,...arriving late at Mass. I wasn't myself," I finally articulate.

"I noticed. Confessor was furious and demanded you to be punished."

My whole body freezes, my breath stops. That single word echoes in my skull painfully. Punished. Punished. Punished. I am going to be punished. Confessor.

"I refused. I defended you and pointed out that you were a model pupil," continues Semione. "You are allowed to make a mistake now and then. We are still human beings. The Choir of Angels remain humans, too, After all. The Entirety of the Silk is. Besides, we were not celebrating anything special, other than Sunday."

"And his answer?"

"He said he'd think about it. I think I managed to convince him, though."

They think. I stand up, ready to leave the room, until my mentor's arms wrap around my shoulders. They embrace me. Their scent is that of jasmine; bringing back childhood memories to my mind. "Don't worry, Lysander. You are safe." I nod, and they separate from me. I can breathe again.

"..." "Anything else?" They ask. "I think I was visited by an Angel," I explain.

Semione frowns. "And did it say anything to you?"

"No." "Let me know if there's any change in the situation, okay? Maybe it was just a Celestial or another divine being coming to reassure you. You have been tormented lately, after all. If not, I'm more qualified to read omens than you are."

"Alright."

After that, they settled down beside me and we wrote and copied together, paying no attention to the sun's course.

#the fall of the ohanims #writing #story #religous #character #original #original characters

[thewordworrier]

OTPtober 2022 - Flowers

OTPtober Masterlist Word count: 3,183 words. ‘Warnings’: FOC, vague fantasy setting, mention of death but no details or anything. AU: Magic AU Notes: ~ I’ve seen in a number of fanfics some kinda collective headcanon that Gerard’s grandmother was good with roses, so I’m kinda gonna steal that. ~ I was also heavily inspired by Musing Mira’s Havenmoor series on YouTube. I’m a big fan of her and eagerly await each new video.

Gerard’s sent on a trip to find “the witch in the woods” to see if she can help him with a family request.

Gerard huffed a little as the small, winding path that he’d been following through lots of different types of trees opened out into… A clearing of sorts? Plenty of trees, plenty of flowers, a fountain - it actually looked like a garden. And there, nestled sort of in the middle, was a cute little cottage. He sighed in relief and quickened his pace until he got to the front door. Before he knocked, he had a little look around, being mindful not to stray from the path. There was a wooden bench near the front door, against the outer walls of the cottage, a little table in front of it with a book resting on the surface. He was about to try and get closer to see what the book was when he remembered something his grandmother used to say. “Look with your eyes, not your hands, Gerard.” One of the windows on the front of the cottage was open and he could hear music coming from inside. That… Seemed like a good sign. Hopefully it meant that the person he was looking for was in. He took a moment to adjust the bag on his shoulders before raising his fist and knocking on the door. The music from inside stopped and a few more moments passed. Gerard shuffled from one foot to the other, nibbling his lip nervously as he waited. He was so focused on his shoes that he didn’t see someone watching him from the open window. Not for long though, because not long later the door in front of him opened, just a crack. “And who are you?” Gerard jumped, startled, and looked up to see roughly half a face watching him from the gap between the open door and the doorframe. The voice sounded… Delicate and feminine. And the parts of the face he could see appeared that way too. “Um,” he said dumbly after a moment. “I’m Gerard. I’ve been looking for the witch in the woods?” The eye he could see in the crack of the door narrowed and he guessed that she was frowning. “Well, does this look like the woods to you?” “I… I did have to make my way through a lot of trees to get here,” he reasoned. “Maybe it used to be more wood like in the past?” This seemed to amuse her because he heard a soft chuckle. “Hm, that’s a fair point. I suppose I can’t ask you if I look like a witch, considering the fact that you can hardly see me.” Gerard just shook his head a little bit. “That is very true.” The door opened just a few inches wider, but there was obviously a chain on the door. “What did you say your name was again?” “Gerard,” he said, holding onto one of the shoulder straps of his backpack. The woman on the other side of the door tried it out a few times as she looked him over. “Hmmm…” It was his turn to frown. “What do you mean?” “Why are you looking for ‘the witch in the woods’ anyway?” She tilted her head as she kept looking at him, studying him almost. “Um, I guess I’m on a quest of sorts,” he said, not really sure how to explain it all in a short manner. “Who sent you?” “No-one, really. Not officially. It’s more of a…” He paused. “Maybe more of a family thing.” “Hm!” Her tone sounded a little more upbeat. “Okay, I’m a little curious now. Hang on.” He blinked rapidly as the door closed and he heard a chain rustling a bit, so he assumed that she was unhooking the safety lock. Or at least, he presumed that’s what it was. After another minute, the door opened, much wider this time, and the woman stepped more into the light. Gerard blinked rapidly, a little stunned. She looked so young, she was so pretty - a little shorter than him, with her blonde hair braided. There was a flower in her hair, he noticed, even though he didn’t know what it was exactly. She was dressed simply; in a typical, mostly off the shoulder dress; ruched around the chest, gathered at the waist with an almost corset bodice; made of what to be simple fabric. Kind of… Common? But not typical of a witch. If that was what she was. “No,” he said quietly. She tilted her head. “No, what?” “You don’t look like a witch.” This took her by surprise because she just stared at him for a moment before she burst into giggles. It was a pretty sound, actually. And he swore that the colours on the flower in her hair got brighter. “Oh, ok okay,” she said with a smile. “Okay. Right then, Gerard. Take a seat on the bench under the window.” He nodded and did as he was told, settling on the bench carefully. After a few seconds, he wriggled to take his bag off, and put it by his feet with a soft sigh. “Big sigh from someone so young,” the woman said, padding over to join him, but perching on the low wooden table in front of the bench, crossing one leg over the other before resting her chin on her hand, her elbow on her knee. Gerard noticed that her shoes resembled slippers more than anything - she might as well not be wearing any. He blinked rapidly and glanced up at her. “Someone so young?” She smiled at him. “Well, most people believe witches are pretty much immortal.” Gerard tilted his head. “Are you a witch? The one I’m looking for?” “Depends,” she said. “Why exactly are you looking for her?” They ended up staring at each other for a few minutes before Gerard cleared his throat and shook his head. “Why would I waste our time if you’re not who I’m looking for?” He asked, genuinely curious. “Because I might have information for you if I’m not who you seek.” “Like your name?” Gerard asked, feeling oddly brave for a moment. “Aha,” she smiled. “Bold of you.” “You know mine though,” he said, shifting on the bench a little and glancing down at his backpack. “That is true, but how do you know that I’m not a Fairy? Because you should never give your name to those.” “Um… Because I don’t think Fairies are considered witches? And you really do seem like the one I’m looking for… Um…” “You can call me Shelly,” she said after thinking about it for a moment. “That puts us on even footing now.” Gerard smiled gently, gratefully, at her. “So,” she recrossed her legs, sitting up straighter with her hands in her lap. “Why are you looking for the witch in the woods?” “Um…” Gerard paused and nibbled his lip, trying to figure out how to word it. Shelly watched him. He was nervous - anyone could see that. Not only was he nibbling his bottom lip, he was almost picking at his nails - if he wasn’t fussing with those, he was fiddling with the hems of his clothes. “Take your time,” she said quietly. “Especially if it’s hard, as I feel like it might be.” Gerard swallowed and nodded a little. She was right, it was kinda hard. He distanced himself by looking around the garden for a bit, aware that she was still watching him. “It’s really pretty here…” “Thank you,” she spoke much more softly now; she sounded touched, actually. Gerard’s voice sounded a little… Strained when he spoke again. “My grandmother would’ve loved to see this place.” He swallowed. “She uh, she loved gardening. Could nurse any plant back to life. We used to say that she was magic, but… I’m not sure if she actually was.” “It’s possible,” Shelly said, keeping her voice soft and kind, because this was clearly a sensitive topic for him. Maybe a little raw even. “Plants are finicky things.” This made him smile a little. “She used to say something similar. I think she said… Plants are temperamental things, but if you look after them right, you will definitely be rewarded.” He was so busy looking at his hands that he didn’t see the little frown appear on the blonde’s face. She, however, noticed that he kept looking towards his backpack. “What’ve you got in there? It must be something special, because you’re being incredibly… Aware of where your bag is.” Shelly held his gaze a little when he looked up from his lap and locked eyes with her. “Is there something in there that relates to this… Family thing? Whatever it is that you sought me out for?” Gerard picked up on that last bit. “So you are the witch in the woods.” Shelly gently shook her head. “What is it you need my help with?” His eyes widened for a few moments before he cleared his throat and picked up his backpack. He gently put it on the bench next to him before opening it and carefully rummaging around. He looked up to see her watching him, her head tilted in curiosity. Shelly smiled softly at him, encouragingly, and she was pretty certain that he let out a quiet squeak, and that absolutely delighted her. She giggled as his cheeks went a faint shade of pink and she watched him go back to carefully pulling something out of his bag. “Um,” he brushed non-existent dust or whatever off of the delicate looking box, clearly hesitant to hand it over to her. “I suppose this might help but I…” “It’s precious to you,” she nodded. “I get that.” Gerard heard the rustle of the fabric of her dress and looked up to see her leaning forward. She gently, carefully, slowly put both of her hands over his; so she was kinda holding the box but not directly. Her hands were very soft, that much he noticed. And warm. She was so warm. “It’s okay Gerard,” she said quietly. “You don’t have to hand it over until you’re ready. Maybe you can try telling me what’s going on?” “I…” He swallowed and focused on her hands. Her nails were painted a pale pink with white daisy-like flowers on them. “Your nails are pretty.” “Thank you.” He smiled weakly, and despite the fact that he swallowed again, his voice still cracked when he spoke. “My grandmother died.” “Oh sweetheart,” she whispered. “I’m so sorry.” “And her entire garden died with her,” he croaked. “Except… This one rosebush.” “Do you have a cutting in that box?” Shelly asked, watching him nod. “And you were looking for the witch in the woods because you think she might be able to answer some questions you have?” Gerard nodded again. “Y- yes, that. Like, um… We don’t know why everything died with her, everything except this,” he tapped the box gently. “And, she died really unexpectedly, I guess we were hoping that she… You? Might have some answers for us, or maybe some information that might be able to lead me to someone who does have answers if you don’t.” “Okay,” she said quietly. “Okay.” Gerard felt her remove her hands from over his and he watched as she moved to her feet. She smoothed down her dress and gestured for him to follow her. “I can take the box so you can grab your bag,” she said. “I promise I’ll be careful.” He hesitated, chewing his bottom lip for a minute before he nodded once and offered the box to her. True to her word, she took it from him and she practically cradled the box in the crook of her arm. “Thank you Gerard. Do you want to follow me?” Gerard grabbed his bag and made sure it was fastened properly before following her inside her cottage. He closed the door behind him, he wasn’t a monster, and followed her through to the back garden. This garden was just as beautiful as the one out the front - it was just smaller. He followed her to a greenhouse not too far from the back door. She gestured for him to follow her inside. “You might want to leave your bag just outside though,” she said. He did as he was told and slid the glass door closed behind him but he remained near the door while she made her way to a workbench. “Can I ask a question?” “Of course you can,” she gently put the box on the workbench and tucked some loose hair behind her ear. “Why are we in here?” Shelly turned to him, and when she noticed him still standing by the door, gestured to a nearby stool. “Take a seat, please.” He hesitated. “It’s safe, I promise. In fact, I think that you being nearby might help. Familiar energy or something like that.” This seemed to make sense to him so he carefully settled himself on the stool close to her workbench. He was close enough to see what she was doing. “This better?” She nodded and leant her hip against the workbench. “Much better. Now, your question. Why are we in a greenhouse?” Gerard nipped his lip. “Although, now you repeat the question back at me, it seems stupid…” “Oh, honey no,” she shook her head. “This isn’t a normal greenhouse, it’s got magical properties, as you’d imagine when the owner is a witch.” She grinned a little bit. “But anyway… We’re in here because, as you’d imagine, the atmosphere is very, very controlled, and the magic enhances that. I want to make sure that this cutting is well taken care of.” “I hope it’s survived the journey,” Gerard whispered. “I’ve tried to be really careful with it, but we also thought that because the bush didn’t die like the rest of the garden, it might be made of stronger stuff.” “That’s a sensible assumption,” Shelly nodded. “Are you okay if I go ahead and open the box?” “I…” He swallowed again before nodding once. “Yeah. Yeah, I think so. You do what you need to do.” Shelly took a step forward and gently cupped his cheek, smiling when he looked up at her face. Her hand slipped to his shoulder and she gently squeezed it. “Thank you.” He nodded once, wondering if he was feeling warm because it was warm in the greenhouse, or because he was blushing. “Okay,” she said quietly, unscrewing a small pot from on top of the workbench and rubbing whatever was in it over her hands. Gerard was certain that her hands almost glowed - like there was an outline over them; like an invisible pair of gloves. “Alright little one,” she said quietly, to the box and not him. “Let’s see what we have in here…” Almost tenderly, she carefully opened the box, setting it aside before focusing her attention on the plant nestled inside. “Oh my heavens…” Her voice was a combination of a gasp and a whisper. “Hm?” Gerard frowned as he looked at her. “What is it?” She didn’t answer him, instead she gently picked the carefully packaged rose out of the box. He watched in absolute amazement as, after a delicate hand movement, the rose was floating above her palm, like it was in an invisible vase; it was standing upright. Much to his relief, it looked exactly the same as it did before it had been carefully pruned off of the rose bush - it didn’t look like it was wilting or dying. He watched, opened mouthed, as the rose glowed as it floated above her hand, spinning on the spot very slowly as the colours of the petals intensified. “I know one woman who’s roses grew in this colour,” Shelly said before carefully plucking the flower out of the air and giving it a gentle sniff. “I… What?” “Every nature witch has a floral specialty,” Shelly explained, her eyes still focused on the flower she was holding oh so very gently. “Well, maybe plant specialty would be more accurate.” “I guess my grandmother’s was roses?” Gerard asked. “Mm hm. Roses in general and this particular colour,” a small smile graced her features as she carefully put the rose back in the box, but she left the lid off and started hunting for something. “So, nature witches have a speciality and a signature?” Shelly nodded as she pulled a small vase out of a cupboard. She put it on the bench before she retrieved a small jug. She noticed Gerard watching her and she smiled before turning the jug upside down, showing him that it was empty. She retrieved another small pot, sprinkled some of the “dust” from it into the bottom of the vase and then poured from the empty jug. Which was now no longer empty. She giggled at his wide eyed look and watched the water mix with the particles she’d added to the vase, making the water sparkle more than it did naturally when the sunlight hit it. “You not used to seeing magic, darling?” She asked, smiling a little brighter when he shook his head. “Might have to change that. It’s a wonderful thing you know.” “I… I know,” he said, watching her place the rose in the glittering water. Shelly watched the rose almost ‘perk up’ for a moment before she spoke. “You’re one of Elena’s boys, aren't you?” Gerard blinked rapidly before nodding. He realised that she wasn’t watching him so found his voice. “Y- yeah. That’s… That was my grandmother’s name, yeah.” “I’m so sorry sweetheart,” the blonde witch’s posture slumped a little as she sighed, still focusing on the rose. “Thanks,” he whispered. “I don’t believe that she died naturally,” Shelly continued with a shake of her head, pulling the box closer to take a look at the few leaves and the little branch cutting still in it. There was a bud or two connected to the branch and they made the blonde smile, only fleetingly. “No, I don’t think it was natural at all.” “T- that’s what we thought, really,” Gerard confessed. “Because there was nothing wrong with her, there was no warning or anything, and even someone we know who dabbles in medicine couldn’t find any answers.” Shelly just nodded, gently running her fingertips over the larger of the two buds from the box. Gerard watched the rosebud tremble slightly before the colours glowed almost neon shades for a second - if he hadn’t been watching anything other than her fingers he would’ve missed it entirely. The witch took some of the dust she’d put in the water and tapped it on the end of the stem where the bud had been cut before laying it gently on the workbench and pulling a small dish out of the cupboard. Water went into that before she carefully laid the rosebud in it. “I’ll be able to perform some tests on that in a little while,” she explained, seeing the look of interest and confusion on his face. He nodded, cleared his throat to speak normally. “Did you… Know my grandmother then?” “Honey, she taught me everything I know.”

#She Speaks #She Writes #my writing #Gerard Way x OC #OTPtober 2022 #OTPtober #fan fic