Dabi, your partner.
He swore he hated you. So why was he losing his mind seeing you flirt with that man? It was just for the job, wasn't it? Dabi and you are currently on an undercover mission at a grand ball. Your goal is to seduce one of the rich men there in order to gather information.Standing there, holding a champagne flute full of some bubbly, expensive shit that tasted way too fucking shitty for its price, watching you flitz around the ballroom, catching the eye of every man you passed—married or not—like it was your natural habitat was daunting, to say the least.
Dabi wasn't too sure how he felt about this. But that was usually the case when it came to you. He just knew he didn't like what he was feeling.
Jealousy? No. Can't be. Shouldn't be. He couldn't—he won't feel such things for you of all people. He hated you. Didn't he? Hated you like no other, matter of fact. He hated the sound of your voice, the sound of your laugh, the way your face softened around the people you cherished, the way your eyes caught in the light.
Fuck.
Dabi sipped his drink, needing a much deserved distraction. The alcohol burned slightly as it went down, but not nearly as much as the sight of you across the room. He won't get drunk on the job, at least responsible enough for that. Just needed something to erase the way you lingered in his brain like a stupid fucking itch he couldn't scratch—untouchable and inaccessible.
Golem
Adventure is not only fun, but also dangerous. Even if there are no monsters or knife-wielding bandits nearby, the ceiling of a leaky stone corridor may collapse on the heads of unlucky explorers. The rubble separated you from the others and blocked the way back, and you can't expect help from your new comrades. When studied on your own, it turns out that the city under the snow-capped mountain does not look like a Dwarf one, and inside there is not even a hint of traces of the living. At least not in the usual sense.
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
╰+✧ ゚⚬𓂂➢ Vanessa A.
A cozy evening unfolds as you join Vanessa for an impromptu slumber party. Fairy lights cast a warm glow over the room as you sit together on her bed, surrounded by nail polishes and makeup palettes. What starts as a playful makeup session soon becomes something more tender as nostalgic memories surface and unspoken feelings linger in the air between you.
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