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arcanemoxhi · 1 year

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✨Red Knight In Shining Armor ✨

Knight!Vi x PrincessFem!Reader; Part 1

Summary: You, the princess of the northern kingdom, needed a knight to protect you. During the knight selection you watch this certain knight win every sparing match. When this mysterious knight removes their mask, you are shocked to discover a red haired woman under the helmet!

Warning: cuss words (small amount), arguing with your mother, stepfather, mentions of family member passing, subtle flirting (Vi)

A/N: I'm so fucking excited ahahahhaha 🤪

"Milady! Please arise, the sun has set on your window this morning and the weather is gorgeous," Your best friend, Ivy, has opened the curtains for you. She decided to surprise you this morning with some tea she got for you both. You groan loud and roll over. She knows you hate the mornings and prefer the afternoon, but she can't help but tease you when she can. She sits down by you and moves your hair out of your face. You opened you eyes, looking at you bestie. You sit up and give her a hug. It's rare for her to stop by, but you take any moment to be with your best friend. Your maid comes in after to help you dress into your morning gown. After getting dressed, you two shared the tea and had a casual morning talk on your balcony. Anything, but royal related things.

You are the princess heir to the Northern kingdom. Your castle sits on the highest hill of the entire kingdom. The castle is built using stone and white quartz. The gardens and yards is covered with yours and your mother's favorite flowers. It decorates the entire castle. The kingdom is full of inventors and other diplomatic nobles. The nobles, dukes, and baronesses looked up to the kingdom as guidance for the future each and every year. The kingdom knew you were becoming queen soon. The problem is that you had to marry to become a queen. You're parents have been pressuring you to marry somebody, even a princess at this point, and it's your final year. You can't deny no more or else your parents will pick a prince or princess for you. You weren't like the other princesses, who fell for the prince charming in their gorgeous white stallion and long stupid blonde hair. No, you were into the knights in shining armor. You fell in love with the idea of a knight sweeping you off your feet and protecting you from harm. You knew Knights had more sense and they were far more humble than any snooby princes you have met. The good thing about knights, you needed one for protection. You were a target in other kingdoms because of your family history. You could be killed at any moment, this left you vunerable and unable to leave the castle ever. That changes when your father suggested a knight to keep you safe. So today, you got to pick your knight in shining armor.

"Excited?" Ivy raised her eyebrows at you, while sipping her tea. She has been your friend since you were toddlers. She and her kingdom was the only one your parents can trust. That made you happy especially since you werent able to leave the castle walls. You giggle a little, placing your porcelain (f/c) tea cup so elegant and gentle. "For a knight, yes. Anything better than my last knight." You look off into the gorgeous garden you and your mom worked on. Outside the garden, you see a line of new knights doing their usual morning warm ups jogging around the entire kingdom. The Captain, Greyson, always got the knights ready and moving so when you pick, you get to see them at their best. You're excited, you can't lie despite your last experience. "Yeah, that's why prince's are better than knights," Ivy teased you, she loved to debate with you jokingly. "At least, my knight can defend me and keep me safe unlike some snooby prince," you raised your eyebrow at her. "Look, that is one fine man and I will not have you bash him. At least, I'm getting married," Ivy neck swiveled in a sassy way, you laughed at her. You know she's just playing around. "I'm not looking forward to marriage, but I wish marrying a knight was an option." She shrug as you stand up with her for a final hug. She has to leave, but when she visits, you always enjoy her company.

After she leaves, you got to the large yard where you step father is watching the cane corsos on the bench. You smile, you adored your step father. He doesn't judge, he always have advice for you every morning, and he loves his only step child. You could be honest with him and give you the best option of action or decision. Your real father died due to a sickness when you were a toddler. When your mom married your step father, you were 6 years old and he stepped up and cared for you like you were his actual child. So you call him father. He spots you as you approach him in your gorgeous morning gown. He stands up, welcoming you into his arms with a soft kiss to your forehead. "My darling, how are you this bright spring morning? Are you ready to find your knight in shining armor today?" You father sat back down on the bench. He pats the seat next to him, indicting to sit with him. "I'm doing well, father. And I'm not sure, I'm afraid I'll fall in love with a knight or something," You sigh into a giggle as you sit with him. Your father laughs, placing his hand on your back. "Darling, if royals didn't have rules, I would allow that. Yet, dating or even marrying a knight would probably be bad reputation for your mother. Your mother can explain that all," your father begins to stand up. "Now let's go see some awesome sword fighting, yeah?" Your father gave you a goofy smile, that always makes you laugh. Your father was a goofball, but he cared for you. He knew you were upset, but he didn't let you think too much about it. He does that so you and your mother could avoid any confrontation.

"Line up!!"

The captain, Greyson, shouts at the new knights in armor to stand in two rows on each side of the mats with their armor and helmets off. Greyson walks over to you and your father as you two stepped through the huge training room. This huge training room is full of gray and blue matts with white quartz walls. A giant beautiful tree sits in the middle of the room. Dumbbells and wooden practice swords cleaned up for you two to make an good impression. She walks over and bows to you both. "it's great morning to see you two," she glances from the king to you, "I've checked all my knights, you will be thoroughly impressed, I believe." You smiled excited for great sparing matches. Greyson always promised the greatest, and she meant it. You and your father stepped aside far enough to spectate the sparring matches between the knights. You and your father always choose opposite knights to root for, like you two were betting money. Your father has a keen eye for the winner knights, so he would win those bets. They fought fairly with the wooden practice swords and the one on the ground first loses. So far, the matches are coming along good but nothing unlike this upcoming sparring match. You noticed a knight with their helmet still on against another male knight with his off. Yet, this mysterious knight didn't pick up a sword and only raised their fists. The male knight scoffed at their cockiness as the other laughed at the mysterious knights. You tilted your head and look at your father. You father was confused as well but instead of picking sides, he just watched. He was very intrigued. You knew this was going to interesting, you noticed Greyson smiling at you and your father. Greyson counted down and once the whistle was blown, the mysterious knight stand their ground as the male knight started swinging. The male started swinging wildly, as a method to throw off the mysterious helmet knight. Yet, the mysterious knight didn't fall for it. Once there was an opening, the helmet knight swung with a strong upper cut the male chin. You never seen a fight like this before, you were very excited about it. Your father watches with his hand under his chin, he's thinking. You never seen your father so deep into thought about a sparring match, it only makes you wonder. Once you return your attention to the fight, you noticed that the mysterious knight has the male knight pinned. This was the shortest yet most effective matches you have ever seen. Greyson blew her whistle, indicting the match is over. You can't help it, but clap elated. You never seen a fight like that, you have so many questions for that mysterious knight. Even though there was a few more matches, you already made your decision and wanted that mysterious knight to reveal themselves.

You and your father applaud all the knights for their efforts this morning. Greyson held out her hand to you and walked you to the knights. "Princess, it's your pick. Who do you choose?" The knights watches you examine from head to toe, almost pleading with their eyes to pick them. You do take your time before making your final. However, you always find yourself looking back at the mysterious helmet knight. You stand up in front of the mysterious knight. In a clear tone, you state to the knight, "I ask you to remove your helmet." The knight crosses their arms against their armored body. "Not until I know you're picking me, princess," their voice is filter through the metal helmet. You were taken back a little, but you liked the response. "You are my chosen Knight," You smile at the knight. The men around groan and sign, some of them were waiting for a moment to be with you. Yet a new knight gets that chance. The mysterious chuckle through their metal helmet. You step back to look at your father. Your father is happy that you found your knight. The knight steps forward to you, they're a few inches taller than you. The mysterious knight didn't forget your request and they take off their helmet. The first thing that catches your eye is the red hair that makes it way out of the helmet. Once the helmet is fully off, you noticed that the knight is a woman! Your eyes grow wide as you take in this tan red haired woman. You examine her facial features and her facial tattoos that says, Vi. The knight smiles at you, looking down at you. You start to smile as well, knowing your knight is a woman. Your father steps in to look at the female knight, he is also shocked. He clears his throat, "Please join us. I have so many questions as well as my daughter." He smiles at your happy expression. You get so excited, this is a different experience and you have a female knight by your side!

You wait outside the training room with your father. Your female knight comes out in a white tank top with a dark blue hood, that shows her biceps and muscles and black pants that shows her hips and curves. You didn't think you were interested in woman, but she's kinda making you feel things. You throw away that thought as your father steps forward to the female. "What's your name?" Your father asks. "The name's Vi," she stands up straight. Your father begins to walk as you and Vi start to follow. "How long have you been a knight? And how did you even end up becoming a knight, especially as a female?" Your father walks into the backyard garden to the huge tree. There is a rattan white picnic table and bench. Your father sits down, inviting Vi to sit down with you both. "I've been a knight for about... 2 years. I had to become a knight to support my family. I was in the eastern kingdom before I left here," Vi explains. You keep looking at Vi, you're so invested into her story. "That's Piltover, correct? Why did you leave the eastern kingdom?" Your father crosses his arms. Vi looks at the ground, spoke softly, "Their abuse of power and their corrupt politics. I couldn't stay there any longer." Your eyes look at your father, hoping for his approval. He looks at you and giving you the nod of approval. You look back at Vi excited, until you notice she seems a little irritated just mentioning Piltover. "Well, I'm glad you made your decision to serve this kingdom. Thank you for protecting my daughter," After your father words, Vi snapped out of her irritated daze and smiles at the king. "I will protect her at all cost." Vi glances over to you and your heart begins to beat fast.

Evening came around as you inform Vi of her duties as you two stroll the gardens. You two had occasional snacks from the maids. The simple things of protecting you when necessary and her duty to be and go everywhere with you. She's not allowed to leave your side unless allowed by you or your parents authorized it. After Vi understands her duty, you take a seat on the stone fountain. "So please, I wanna know more about you. I mean how did you become a knight? How did you become so strong?" You smile as you almost begin to ramble excited and out of control. She puts her finger to your soft lips to slow you down. She laughs a little, "Slow down, princess. I can only answer one at a time. I'm a knight by force, not really my choice. I became strong through... Uhm... Years of training." Vi removes her finger from your glossed lips. You can tell she's holding something back. She takes a seat by you. "This kingdom is a bit smaller than Piltover, but damn it's more gorgeous I would argue. Piltover was all work, not so much as play. How about here?"

"wait how long have you been here?" You glance at her, tilting your body towards her.

"Uhm, about a week. I didn't get to explore. My first thing was to become a knight here. Anything to erase my mind from Piltover." Vi rubs the back of her neck, a little frustrated.

Damn.

What happened to her must've traumatized her. She just keeps mentioning how she needed to be far away from them, especially from her reaction bringing it up to your father was enough to trigger something. "A-Are you okay?" Your eyebrows furrowed as you gently place both hands on her left bicep. You unintentionally feel up on her bicep, but it caused her to smirk at you. "You like what you feeling, princess??" Vi flexes it while in your hands, causing your face to turn bright red. "S-Sorry!" You're face burns and you quickly released your hands from her muscular arm. Vi can't help but laugh at your shy expression. "Y'know, you have such a pretty face," Vi mentions looking at you head to toe. "S-So you're flirting with me now??" You start to fan your face rapidly. "No, no. I'm just saying 'cause I noticed you haven't married yet. I'm guessing no one has peeked your fancy?" Vi smirks at you, her pale eyes looking at your shy expression through her lashes. You clear your throat, "Y-Yes, no one has peeked my attention quite like I do to them. And I don't think marriage is right for me." Your face finally cools down. Vi looks at the fountain water, with all the little dark gray guppies swimming around rapidly. "Whoa, you must have high standards. I bet they have to be a god or something." Vi jokes, and it makes you laugh. The water reflects on her eyes and makes her pale eyes look more like a vibrant blue. God, her eyes are beautiful, your heart pounds at her beauty. It's ridiculous though, but your starting to convince yourself that you might be into woman. You throw your hair over your shoulder and look into the fountain as well. "Actually, quick the opposite. I don't like snooby princes. I like humble and kind princes, but behind closed doors, those princes doesn't exist," Vi looks at your sad expression that fits your depressing tone. She gently rubs the side of your cheek. It gives you chills, but you can't help to nuzzle her hand. You have a soft spot for comfort and Vi doing this makes you very comfortable with her presences. Vi cheeks turns a little rosy, your so cute to her. You didn't even noticed that your question wasn't answered.

"Ahem. Princess (Y/N), I believe it is my time to be here with you," you and Vi quickly look behind you. A prince, at the height of 5'7, with his doofy thick royal leopard coat. Under his coat, he wears a leopard shirt and dark brown pants. You don't like his attire one bit and it made you visibly disgusted. Vi can't help but snicker out a little. "Please tell your friend to laugh at something else, and that it better not be me." You already hate him, you stand up to him. "You are? I wasn't aware of any guest coming by," you touch your hair, combing it with your fingers giving you such an innocent look. "Why isn't that great?? A handsome prince like me to swoop and--"

"Knock it off. If my parents brought you, let them know they have to consult with me before inviting anyone unexpectedly. I don't do surprises, unless it's my birthday. And I don't think I accepted you to approach me or to chat with me. Please, see yourself out the front gate, I just genuinely don't care about who you are or your height or your favorite snacks," With such short words, you shut him down. He doesn't dare to speak, yet he becomes visible angry as you walk away and go to Vi. Vi stands up and holds out her elbow. You wrap your hands around her bicep. "And this is my knight, please do not assume anymore, it's makes an ass out of you," You began to walk away from the stunned prince. Vi walks you to the castle, but she can't help but keep smiling at you. "Look at the princess with so much spunk, I like that," Vi whispers to you, you can't help but blush. "Oh you'll get used to it if your were in my shoes, it's literally nothing," you two laugh as you walk away. The prince comes rushing around the corner in attempts to grab you by your shoulder. His attempts were quickly sabotaged by Vi grabbing his forearm. He tries to squirm and kick his way out towards Vi, "Get off of me, you filthy rat!!"

"Rat? Eh, I've been called worse," Vi's remark makes you laugh as she pushes him into the ground. He scurries away backwards afraid. "Leave her alone, okay?" She wraps her right arm around your waist and begins to walk back to the castle halls. You are so close to her, you can't help but have your face grow hot again. You feel so safe and comforted. Without her, he could've done worse and you don't want to think about it. "thank you," you mumble out as you two enter inside the castle to the staircase.

"Hey, No monster's gonna get you when I'm here."

"Are you sure she's going to marry? She doesn't like anything regarding marriage and she has to marry to become a queen. I just want the best for her." The Queen, your mother, spoke to your stepfather, going over some documents. "I'm sure she'll find the one. Only time will tell... Y'know, she was wondering if she could marry a knight," Your stepfather constantly tries to convince your mother about being lenient about who you want to marry. Yet, your mother does not want you to marry a random knight. It doesn't look right to the other kingdoms and she was all about looking great.

Incoming loudly through the double doors of this royal ofice, is the shaken up prince at his last experience. The King raises up to look at the shaken quivering sight. The Queen walks over to the prince, "What happened? Who hurt you?" The Queen snaps her fingers as the maids help him up to a cushioned seat. "It's her knight, She assaulted me!! I was just talking to the princess and she threw me to the ground," Your stepfather looked confused. He wasn't dumb, he needed to know the fully story. Your mother, however, was quite the hot head and didn't think things through. So many things ran her head, "a female knight?! And they hurt you?! Where is (Y/N)?!" She begins to scamper off to the castle halls. Your father follows quickly, trying to calm her down. The prince knew what he was doing and just wanted that knight in deep trouble. He shifts in his seat cocky in his cushioned seat.

"(Y/N)!!!" You hear your mother yell down the hall with Vi around you. You quickly turn to see your angry mother speed walking to you as your step father tries to follow. You can see two maids following along as well. "Who's that?" Vi frowns at her frantic motions towards you. "That's my mother. That prince probably said something before I could." You remove yourself from Vi and walk to your mother to stand your ground. "First off, how dare you?! That prince was nothing but kind to you and you let your knight abuse her power!! Secondly, who told you I would accept a female knight?! I didn't authorize it!!" Her yelling echoes through the halls. "Honey, please calm down. Your blood pressure will sky rocket and I authorized it, it made your daughter happy," Your stepfather speaks as he attempts to move her back from you to relieve some tension between you two. "Are you seriously going to take the prince's side without hearing your daughter??" You hear Vi approach next to you with an annoyed voice. Your mother snaps her attention towards Vi and glares daggers at her. "Who do you think you ar--"

"I'm her knight that saved her from that asshole. It's asinine to think that you didn't even care to ask her for her side of the story!!" Vi raises her voice at your mother. "How dare you--!!"

"Mother!!" Your tone causes your mother to snap her gaze to you, "My knight, Vi, is telling the truth. She protected me from him when he was about to grab me and yank me away aggressively. If anything, he's lying to you." Your father steps in front of your mother and he calms her down. He tells her that the maids saw him act differently once they left, which just further proved he was lying. You stepped in front of Vi, as if your protecting her. Vi looks at you confused as you hold her hand tightly. You finally watch your mother calm down and glare at you two. "Fine, I'll accept 'this' for now. I'm on edge and I'll keep an eye on you, 'Vi'. And you're lucky, (Y/N), but next time won't be so great without help," Your mother struts away. Your father sighs and kisses your head as he chases his wife. You feel Vi trying to follow your mother, yet you stop her and hold her back which isn't easy. Vi is strong, but she stops to avoid hurting you. "Are you serious?! You're going to let your mother--"

"Please... Let's just go to my room," you sound like your about to sob, which snaps Vi out her anger for you. Vi takes a deep breathe. While you try to contain tears, you feel yourself be lifted off the ground. Vi has you in a bridal style, she begins to walk you to your room. You couldn't thank her enough, but you just curled up to her which should how appreciative you are to Vi. Once Vi enters your bedroom and closes the doors behind her, you start to sob quietly. You are very upset at the outcome at that exchange. It could've been so much better if you mom just calmed down for a second, yet you had a feeling that day will never come, as you thought to yourself. You were still sobbing with your hands over your face. Vi takes a seat on your bed with you, still in her arms. You hear her starting to hum, to calm down you down. No one has ever done that for you ever not even your stepfather. You almost stopped crying the moment she started as you listen to her humming.

30 minutes may have passed, Vi is still rocking you in her muscular arms. You stopped crying completely as you listen to her and her heartbeat. You almost fell asleep multiple times, but you woke yourself when Vi was about to put you to bed. "Vi... Thank you... And I'm sorry for my mother's behavior" These are your first words you speak to her. "As long as your okay, I'm okay. You don't have to apologize for your mother's actions, she can do that," Vi stands up as she lays you and tucks you to bed. You try to get up, but you were already too damn comfy. Vi sits on the couch across from your bed. "I'll sleep here, okay? So if you need me, I'm right here," Vi takes off her shoes and her pants. You close your eyes so she can undress peacefully. "Oh, you need a blanket right?" You open your eyes and try to get up, but Vi reassures you in time. "No, no, I got a blanket right here. This is actually really comfy," Vi speaks softly and turns to you as you both stare into each other's eyes. "You can sleep on the bed, if you want," You offered, but she immediately shakes her head. "N-No... I'll be fine here. It's easier to protect you this way," Vi smiles as your eyes start to drift off to sleep again. "Good night, cupcake."

A/N; Ahh, all done. Gonna start writing the part 2 this was fun and it's even proofread AND THANKS FOR YOUR PATIENCE EVERYONE

Credit to @landoftempanos for the great idea of Knight Vi and Princess Reader ✨ now it's a series >:]

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boredzillenial · 10 months

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That Damn Smile

summary: flirting in a bar

content: just some old fluff

A.N: this has been sitting for months and I’m tired of looking at it lol not beta’d

You’d think you wouldn’t want to hang out in the bar you live on-top of. But after a long first day working at the Central Park Zoo you needed a drink, or maybe a few.

It’s not a huge bar but it’s decently packed. Groups of friends gathered around tables, regulars having conversations with the bartender and laughing like they’ve all known each other for years. You feel like an intruder in such a seemingly close community of bar-goers. You shake off the feeling and the rain as you fully make your way inside to a seat by the back wall.

But as you are passing different groups of people your eyes linger for just a moment on one particular trio. Their banter was too quick for you to catch but you noticed one of the three in particular sporting a pair of bright red rose tinted glasses and one of the most attractive smiles you’ve seen in a long time.

Your heart skips a beat and in that moment you could’ve sworn the stranger tilted his head in your direction. You keep your feet moving to the back wall as your cheeks flush hot. You always hated how quickly you blush and hoped he didn’t notice it as you passed.

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You finished your first drink quickly as you stared at the bar counter and recount your day. After some time nursing drink number two you gather the courage to people watch for awhile. Pushing your back flush against the wall behind you you turn and your eyes go straight for the trio. They’ve got several empty beer bottles on their table and their boisterous laugher carry’s throughout the already loud bar.

Your gaze lingers on them. A pang of loneliness and jealousy shoots through you as they continue on. The woman with long blonde hair claps the shoulder of the man with short blonde hair next to her. Your eyes shift to the brunette head facing away from you as blonde stands and makes her way to the bar, presumably to order another round.

She leans back and shouts something to her friends and the handsome stranger turns, a broad smile plastered on his face as he shouts back. Your breathe hitches at the flash of that smile again and yet again you swear he tilts his head in your direction.

You quickly whirl on your barstool to face bartender closest and flag them down for another drink. Tossing your current drink back you huff a breathe and chuckle to yourself. How could he catch you twice eyeing him? Especially with those ridiculous glasses in this dimly lit bar.

“Mind if I buy you a drink?” A slurred gravelly voice sounds behind you, a large hand rests on your mid back. You recoil away from the touch as you turn to a 60 something balding man who despite his short stature is puffing his chest out as best he can.

“Ah, no thanks.”

“Aww come on you look so lonely” he slurs trying once again to make contact with his hand.

You push his hand back, “Not interested.” You say sternly, letting your best rbf shine.

“Ya know you don’t have to be a bitch about it, lemme buy you a drink.” He tried to lean forward to get the bartender’s attention.

You felt heat flush to your face in anger and your fist began to clench as a hand grabbed onto the man’s collar. “Buddy, she doesn’t sound interested.” A smooth voice pulls your attention and there are those rose tinted glasses not 3 feet from you.

The little man shrugs off the grip on his collar and walks off while mumbling under his breath.

“I’m so sorry about that. Creeps don’t usually hang out in here.” He smiles, “I’m Matt.” Your heart is pounding in your chest and he sit on the stool next to you.

You give him your name as your gaze shifts down to the bar counter. Your third drink arriving just in the nick of time.

“My friends told me you were actually the one creeping a couple times tonight.” he chuckled, “Don’t tell me they made it up just to embarrass me.”

Your face burns hot as you turn to him. Looking closer you realize he’s got a thousand yard stare. “I was wondering when you would catch me,” you chuckle into your third drink.

“It’s a bit difficult for a blind man to catch looks from across a bar. That’s why I keep them around.” He chuckles as he tossed a point in the general direction of his table.

“Fair enough,” you laugh and you take a long sip from your drink.

“So, what brings you to Hells Kitchen.” He says as he turns to face you. Even knowing he can’t see you you can help but hold your breathe for a moment, with him so close.

You proceed to tell him about your new job, the ins and outs of your new “Head Keeper of Mammalian Predators”. Matt listened intently as you explained all that it entails, including the absolute high-school level shit show of coworkers and employees who made it clear they were having a difficult time taking direction from someone who didn’t grow up in the area.

“New Yorkers are so…” you pause as his eyebrows raise and he leans back. “… territorial.”

Matt barked out a laugh as he leaned forward. His hand landed on your knee as he caught his breath. “You could say that. I love this neighborhood. Hells Kitchen is - well it’s home. And I’m happy to welcome you to it. Come on.” He put his hand out, palm up awaiting your own. “You don’t need to drink alone anymore. Join us.” You placed your hand in his and he lead you over to his friends.

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Through friendly conversation and several more rounds of drinks you come to know Karen and Foggy. And learn they have a joint Law / Private I practice they run out of a deli owned by Foggy’s brother.

“Things are really looking up now that Fisk is gone.” Foggy grinned, throwing his arm around Karen and finishing what must’ve been his 5th beer.

“I mean New York City didn’t turn into Candyland but things are getting better.” Karen chuckled.

“How long does it take to get used to the city? I feel like a rat in a maze trying to figure out where everything is.” You giggle as your 4th drink settles in your head.

“You know, I grew up in this neighborhood. How about tomorrow I show you around?” Matt grinned. “Unless you’re busy?”

There goes your face again, except this time there’s an audience to catch your flushed expression. “Ahh yeah. Yeah that sounds great.” You smile a little bit broader due to the liquid courage running through you.

Karen and Foggy share an expression you didn’t quite catch before Karen sighed loudly. “Well I think it’s time Foggy and I head out. Foggy I’m sure Marci is waiting for you. Matt -“ she looked over as Foggy struggled with his jacket. “Keep our new friend safe will ya?” She winked and directed Foggy to the door.

Matt dropped his head and huffed out a chuckle.

“What’s so funny hmm?” You tease, leaning in a bit closer to him and resting your head in your hand.

“Just an inside joke.” He paused “I’m not keeping you am I? It must be getting late if Karen called it a night.”

“Not at all. I’m just procrastinating my long walk home.” You sigh playfully.

“Oh, do we need to call you a cab?” He asked.

“Nopeeee, but could you carry me up the three flights?” You giggle as you point at the ceiling.

“Ah well, I can definitely help you up.” His voice goes into a low, gentle murmur.

You feel your heart pump wildly as you stare down at his lips. And here creeps that grin.

“Ye- yeah.” You shake your head for a moment trying to pull yourself together. “You can come up.”

“I’m ready when you are.” He leaned back, a calm confidence oozing off of him.

“Give me a few just to knock back some water so I’m not totally useless.” You go to stand and stumble. In a flash his hand is on your elbow to steady you. “Okay maybe two.” You jest as you regain your feet and head to the bar.

It’s not until you reach the bar and flag for another water when you realize what just happened. How did a blind man manage to grab your arm to steady you?

Before you have any more time to linger on the thought your water arrives and you make your way back.

With the water sobering you up you are acutely aware of how close he is to you as you take your seat beside him. A whisper of a smile flashes across his face and you catch his head tilting slightly.

“What.” You tease as you pluck up the courage to gently shove his shoulder and sending your pulse skyrocketing.

He tilted his head down and gently brushed his fingers on your thigh. With the way your heart was thundering in your chest you convinced yourself he must be able to hear it. “I uh - I’ve just had a really nice night. The first one in awhile.” He leaned in, his finger making their way up to your hand on your lap and making a slow pattern up and down your palm.

“Me too.” Your breathe hitches. You feel yourself lean forward just slightly, but in your already close proximity you can feel his breathe dance across your face.

He went completely still. “Did you -“ he hesitated a moment “did you still want to you up?”

You bit your lip as you stared at those rose colored glasses. “Yeah.”

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xgummibearx · 2 years

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Aizawa x (Fem) Reader

The Aizawa installment of my hit by a quirk series, wherein pro heroes have been hit by a quirk that turns them into children. I have so far done: Fatgum, Hawkes, and Present Mic. Thank you so much for your patince and support, if you want to see my other works check out @s0upisdelicious

Enjoy!

TW: None

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Out of nowhere some guy dressed like an overgrown chicken came down from the sky and faced the mysterious cloaked figure that was chasing them. Aizawa was frozen in place, unsure what to do. He was trembling, heart pounding in his ears. "I don't understand, what am I doing here?" He turned from the other scared children to the winged man once more only to see the cloaked figure reaching out for their apparent rescuer.

“LOOK OUT!" He screamed, unbeknownst to him it startled one of the other boys with them. The sniveling one with glasses and obnoxious yellow hair. Aizawa found himself on his knees, covering his ears as a sound errupted from the yellow haired boy that knocked even the purple cloaked weirdo to the pavement.

His hand was suddenly grabbed by the other boy, he was much larger than them and his face was determined. "We can't let him wander off on his own come on!" Without a word Aizawa was suddenly dragged off after the blonde bass boosting freakshow. He didn't know why, but he felt bad for thinking such things about this boy he didn't even know. Aizawa tried his best to keep up with the big kid, a much younger and energetic Taishiro.

The streets were a labyrinth, loud shouts and stray dogs growling at every dark alley entrance that the children sped past. Aizawa was shaking, standing on an empty street with Taishiro where they heard the faintest sound of quiet sobs. "Hello?" the larger boy called, a quiver in his voice as he and Aizawa slowly approached a dumpster. They could see tucked away in a crevice was the boy with the wild blonde hair and large glasses sobbing with his hand over his mouth. "There you are!" Taishiro immediately sat beside him, "It's okay." He sat very quietly as Aizawa stood closeby, not wanting to sit on the dirty pavement. "I mess up with my quirk all the time, my mom always says I'll eat her out of house and home."

They stayed behind the dumpsters, holding their breath at the slightest noise and tried to make as little noise of their own as possible. It felt like hours had passed when the streets were suddenly filled with sirens and the skies were full of helicopters. Aizawa fell asleep along with Hizashi, having finally sat beside Taishiro who couldn't sleep a wink.

He didn't wake until voices drew near, calling each of their names. "We found them! We found them!" They saw a tall boy with blonde hair and a redcape, standing with a man in a suit with spectacles. The blonde was holding another child, a crying toddler with purple hair. It was all a blur after that, Aizawa remembered being held and carried to a car. They were surrounded by reporters, flashing cameras. A very long and tiring night indeed, especially for four terrified children.

Aizawa dragged his feet through a large set of doors into a lobby of sorts. Across the way he saw a grouchy kid with spiky red hair, and a very timid, quiet kid that was thin as a rake. He closed his eyes, "I don't want to talk to these people..." He thought, he was too tired and his legs felt like jello. Before he could even think anything else, he made it to the middle of the room and passed out on the cool tiles. His snoring was ridiculously loud for a boy his age but it made Nezu chuckle, so it really had always been that easy for Aizawa to sleep.

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"Shouta? Come on, there's someone here to help you." Nezu lifted his hand to tap his shoulder, trying to wake him. Aizawa had also always been a light sleeper apparently, he hadn't even touched him before Aizawa rolled over and sat up. He turned his face to look up at the woman standing him, unknown of course to Aizawa but this was one of his own colleagues [X] the early development quirk specialist. As Eraserhead, his respect for [X] was enormous, often leaving a certain silver haired girl in her care when he was teaching.

However as Shouta, the child merely looked upon a stranger. "Very well." He stood up, walking over to her "The floors hard..." he added with a mumble. His hair stood on end on one side. [X] couldn't help but smile. Even as a child he still looked blank faced and tired yet it was very sweet to see that his eyes didn't bare the same burdens that he carried.

"It will be nice for him to forget...even if only for a short while." She thought, gently taking his sleepy hand to lead him out to the car. He could hardly keep his eyes open, she could see the streetlights flashing across his face as he slept in the back of the car. There wasn't even a sound when she put him to bed, only a quietly mumbled thank you.

Shouta slept until noon, getting up to ask quietly for toast and a request to watch cartoons. He sat rather comically, with his knees under his chin as he slowly ate the toast and watched Ganriki Neko in absolute silence. He was entirely engrossed in the show until a sudden movement caught his attention that made his eyes go wide. (--)’s cat suddenly hopping onto the chair across the room. (--) looked up from her work and smiled softly as little Aizawa slowly crawled up to the cat, and began to gently pet her soft fur. “What is it’s name?” He asked, his voice still only above a whisper.

“Her name is Mui, she’s a bit of a brat so be careful.” Her eyebrows raised in surprise however as he lifted her fat cinderblock of a cat and carried her out of the room with ease and not even a mewl of complaint from the old feline. (--) returned to her work, keeping the cartoon on mute in case Aizawa came back. However, as the hours passed curiosity began to get the better of her, what on earth were those two doing? She abandoned her report and followed the sound of his hushed voice. Opening the door carefully she found the two of them under a small blanket fort. “What are you two doing?” She asked, leaning against the doorframe.

Aizawa looked up, he was wearing a shoebox on his head and had an old flowery towel around his neck. “Well...Mui is the princess, and I am her knight.” He murmured, “She has very important things to do you know, she has to meet with an estranged cousin that secretly wants to take the throne from her so I have to save her from the dungeon soon!” (--) Smiled.

“Well, how about a better castle to protect the princess?”

And so her living room was transformed, (--)’s quirk was simple and effective for keeping the attention of children. She could make small lights that floated around a room and as she draped blankets across furniture and propped up by books she made the whole room glow with them. Mui was placed under a laundry basket, fast asleep.

“You are too late sir knight!” (--) cried, making her glowing lights float towards Aizawa. “The princess is mine!” He lifted his wooden spoon and batted the harmless lights away with a smile.

“No! You cannot have her!” He laughed, tapping (--) with the handle. She gasped, falling to the floor in a heap.

“Oh! Woe is me, I am defeated!” Aizawa lifted up the basket then peaked behind the footstool.

“I didn’t actually hurt you did I?” He asked with a whisper. (--) giggled, opening one eye.

“I’m just fine, now!” She sat up and gently lifted Mui who looked altogether unamused. “Her highness wishes to retire, for she is far too fat and lazy to rule the kingdom! Instead, it shall be given to...” She tapped Aizawa shoulder to shoulder with the spoon. “Sir Shouta!” He laughed, taking Mui in his arms to give her a squeeze. She had reached her limit, with a meow she leaped from his arms, knocking off her little cardboard crown to hide away somewhere. “Now would his majesty like to eat dinner in the blanket castle?” He nodded, still smiling.

“Yes please...”

With the cartoons on full blast, and plates of hamburg steak they sat under the blanket fort together until they both grew drowsy.(--) looked down at Shouta’s sleeping form and pulled a spare blanket onto him. She was beginning to stand when a tiny hand reached for the edge of her shirt.

“miss (--)?” He whispered, there was a hesitation in his voice. “That man...is he still out there?” He sounded so scared. (--) booped him on the nose smiling gently.

“No, the police caught him.” She placed a hand on his back. “You’re safe okay?” He curled up into a ball.

“You said the castle was safest, can you stay here with me?” (--) pulled up another pillow, laying beside him with her kind eyes. “Thank you...”

The morning light greeted him. He felt strangely rested, hardly an ache in his eyes. Aizawa turned his eyes to look at (--) silently wiping away a strand of hair. Admiration moved him, his heart calm and steady but filled with longing. “You're truly remarkable.” He thought with a smile. “(--)?” He whispered, “(--) wake up..”

The sunlight made her eyes look so deep and luminous. A grin stretching across her face. “Welcome back Shouta.” He chuckled, laying back down.

“No need to rush...we’re still in the castle.” He whispered.

#mha #mha x reader #aizawa x you #aizawa x reader #shouta x reader #aizawa shouta #eraserhead

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undercoverbastard · 1 year

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No Roses

“Oh, there you are! Sorry, I took so long, you wouldn’t believe the traffic.”

Derek froze up momentarily as a hand gently curled over his shoulder, putting a small barrier between him and the girl sitting beside him. Soon after, a mess of brown hair was peeking over his shoulder and a blinding white smile was beaming at him. Compared to the unnamed woman, the man now filling his line of sight seemed like an actual ray of sunshine. His smile was wide and open, his voice was light in tone but loud in volume, and he didn��t have a single lick of arousal tinging his person.

+.+.+ OR: that classic meet-cute au where stiles saves derek from someone who never learned the word no - wolfbane-laced beers, giggling, and rambling also occur. sober derek is going to be embarrassed, but at least he got a date!

Archive of Our Own Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45090202

Derek bit the inside of his cheek, choking down a growl rising in his throat. The bar was a bit loud, the crowd a bit rowdy, but he still didn’t want to draw any further attention. The attention from the giggling blonde was already more than enough and was slowly driving him to insanity.

“Aw, come on babe, lighten up!” the woman teased, flicking a piece of hair over her shoulder as she brushed her shoulder against his, tugging her bottom lip between her lips. She was beautiful, her red lipstick dark and glinting, a sight that should have been irresistible. If anything, it made Derek want to be sick. Because despite her artfully tousled hair, her skin-tight, figure-accentuating outfit, her perfect makeup, and her purring voice she didn’t understand ‘no’. She could have been a literal goddess who decided to deign Derek’s lowly lifeform with her presence for the evening and he still wouldn’t be interested because she outright ignored any and all forms of no (no thanks, I’m not interested, not tonight, no, no, NO – nothing got through).

Derek tightened his grip on his beer, deciding he would just leave. He had opted to stay and finish his beer. He had slipped in a bit of the wolfsbane-laced powder that Laura got her hands on and he was actually feeling a buzz - to leave it felt like a waste, especially with how hard it was to get that stuff. But he was realizing he’d rather waste his one chance in two months to get drunk than deal with the blonde before him a second longer.

“Oh, there you are! Sorry, I took so long, you wouldn’t believe the traffic.”

Derek froze up momentarily as a hand gently curled over his shoulder, putting a small barrier between him and the girl sitting beside him. Soon after, a mess of brown hair was peeking over his shoulder and a blinding white smile was beaming at him. Compared to the unnamed woman, the man now filling his line of sight seemed like an actual ray of sunshine. His smile was wide and open, his voice was light in tone but loud in volume, and he didn’t have a single lick of arousal tinging his person.

The woman scoffed, and the man leaned back slightly before snapping his eyes to her. He gave a mock gasp, just a tad exaggerated but seemingly genuine nonetheless. “Oh! I am so sorry - I was just so excited to see my boyfriend! I didn’t mean to crowd you,” he apologized, his voice sincere and kind. Derek wanted to snort when the woman’s eyes widened and darted between the two. Without wasting a second, she was moving away from the bar and mumbled a soft apology as she darted away. Her arousal was quickly overtaken by embarrassment.

Derek couldn’t help but smirk.

“Ah, sorry man,” the guy said, voice suddenly sheepish as he withdrew his hand and scratched at the side of his neck a bit awkwardly. “I saw her hanging over you the last few minutes and you looked like you were about to pop a blood vessel with how tense you were. I just wanted to-” he cut off, waving his hand, then his eyes widened and he stared at his hand, “oh god! Oh, I just wanted to help but I totally hung all over you without even asking. Oh fuck, I’m just as bad, huh? Shit, man, I really wasn’t thinking, I am so-”

Derek waved off the rest of the rambling, the other man’s voice seemingly increasing in pace despite already being one of the quickest-paced conversations Derek had ever heard.

“You’re fine,” he assured, “and thank you - for getting her off my back. I… I appreciate it.”

Despite his hesitancy, Derek smiled in satisfaction when the man next to him seemed to beam with pride, his smile wide and genuine. Still, not a lick of arousal - just an air of contentment and happiness. It made Derek relax properly - albeit minutely - for the first time that night.

“Oh, awesome! Glad to help. Oh! I’m Stiles, by the way - should’ve probably introduced myself first before claiming the title of your boyfriend,” the guy joked, holding a hand out toward Derek. He easily took it and gave it a shake.

“Derek. Derek Hale.”

“Well, Derek - Derek Hale - can I get you another beer? If not as an apology for throwing myself all over you while trying to save you from someone doing that exact same thing, then in commiseration for people not taking a hint,” Stiles asked, his eyes searching Derek’s a bit more intensely. His scent changed ever so slightly from content and happy to ever so slightly nervous. Derek could almost feel the uptick in Stiles’ heartbeat in his own chest.

Derek assessed Stiles for a minute, doing a sweep over the other. He really should turn the offer down. Finish off his beer. Leave. But…

But Stiles. He was… something else. He was cute, that wasn’t arguable, he was tall and lean, packing a good couple of layers of muscle hidden underneath his baggy flannel. He had on a pair of jeans that left little to the imagination and his shirt was plain but hugged his chest, cutting down low enough to display his collarbones in an almost taunting fashion. He was attractive, very much so, but he took the focus away from his looks with his actions. His fingers were drumming on the bar’s edge, his foot was alternating from a jiggle to a weird heel-toe kick, constantly in motion. Like the blonde before, he was biting at his lip, but unlike the blonde Stiles didn’t do it in a seductive manner - he did it in a contemplative and considering one, moving his jaw with the action and zoning out a bit as his jaw shifted to the side.

He was attractive. Had every reason to be cocky and flirtatious. Could easily talk his way into someone buying him a few drinks or into someone’s bed. His confidence from the earlier confrontation proved him to be quick-witted and snarky. And yet - here he was.

Apologizing for touching Derek without asking. Joking instead of teasing. Shyly introducing himself. Asking to buy Derek a drink. Smelling like nerves and happiness instead of lust and desire.

Derek wasn’t able to turn that down; Stiles was the perfect combination of ‘too good to be true’ and ‘wanting what you can’t have’ in the weirdest and most convoluted of ways. So no one could blame him when Derek quirked a half smile, nodded his head once, and said, “I’d like that.”

+.+.+

After ordering several rounds of drinks for them both and striking up a conversation at the bar, the two men eventually found their way to one of the smaller booths set up along the perimeter of the room. It was a bit more private and allowed them to talk more freely and the bartender - Ashley - threatened to test out her new mace on them if they didn’t make room for ‘actual paying customers’. The triumphant smirk painted on her lips after they moved only served to further prove she hadn’t been lying.

“No, no! I swear, the man had to have daydreamed over 100 different ways to kill me before the end of the semester,” Stiles laughed, hand flailing a bit as he finished off the tale of how he and his best friend nearly blew up their high school chemistry classroom. Apparently, Stiles was not one of Mr. Harris’ favorite students - Derek was starting to see why, though.

In turn, Derek chuckled lowly, head tipping down. He was sliding his latest beer bottle in a circle between his hands, his head just fuzzy enough to let him relax a bit more fully and be a bit less wound up. He became more tactile like this and needed to have something to ground himself, something to touch and hold. And dammit, he refused to freak Stiles out by holding his hand under the dingy corner table like some middle schooler. So fondling a beer bottle it was!

Looking up, Derek caught Stiles watching him with fond eyes, his teeth once more pulling at his bottom lip as he zoned out momentarily as if mentally caught up. When he snapped back to the present, his already alcohol-flushed skin darkened as he noticed Derek’s lazily raised an eyebrow.

“Just-” he began, smelling of nerves again, “you look nice. When you laugh, I mean. I like it.”

Derek sobered up for a second, eyebrows both raised, and looked at the younger man in shock. Stiles seemed even more anxious and his embarrassment-tinged anxiety began to fog up Derek’s airways. Finally, he grinned at Stiles a bit more openly, bowing his head as he leaned forward.

“I like it too - when you make me laugh. You’re good at it,” Derek offered. The alcohol was loosening him up, letting words flow a bit more freely. They must have made enough sense either way, as Stiles grinned cheekily at him and leaned further into him, minimizing the space between them.

It wasn’t until an hour or so later when the last call was being announced and the music began to wind down, that it went any further. Both Derek and Stiles were tumbling out of the bar, Derek pulling out his phone to see about calling an Uber. Stiles was a bit quiet, though he continued to follow Derek down the sidewalk a bit away from the bar until they were far enough from the stream of patrons to count as privacy.

Clearing his throat, Stiles grabbed Derek’s attention and gave a crooked half grin.

“So,” he started, swaying as he spoke, nerves back in full force, “I know this whole night started because you were being harassed by someone else’s advances and I realize how backward it is for me to ask this considering but- you know- the past couple hours and just- okay. So here’s the thing; you’re stupidly attractive and sarcastic and funny and I really liked spending time with you so… would you maybe want to do this again? Like a date?”

Derek blinked, his brain still intoxicated plentily enough from the plethora of wolfsbane-laced beers he ingested. It took a minute for him to process the word vomit Stiles had just offered up and it apparently had taken an actual minute or two because by the time he was looking Stiles in the eye again, the guy was looking to be about five seconds away from throwing himself into traffic to avoid the conversation.

“A… date?” Derek asked slowly, cocking his head. “With me?”

Stiles squinted at him. He had drank a fair bit as well but Derek was willing to bet he wasn’t as intoxicated as Derek seemed to have gotten himself. He really had let his guard down.

“Yes,” Stiles spoke slowly, “ya’know, a date. Dinner, movies, walk in the park - pick you up, worry about what to wear for five hours, flowers - the whole nine yards. Un… unless you don’t… want that? It was a question- an offer. You can say no, like, no pressure, dude. I just thought we-”

Derek didn’t remember raising his hand but he must have since it was now clamped loosely over Stiles's mouth. Stiles, who was staring at Derek with wide eyes, eyebrows dancing a complicated dance across his forehead and causing Derek to bite down on a bout of laughter.

“Yes. I’d like that. Go on a date with you,” Derek finally answered. He dropped his hand from Stiles’s mouth before pausing and cocking his head to the side again, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “But can I veto the flowers?”

Stiles seemed to pause in his actions before kicking back into gear after a short pause, an exaggerated gasp leaving his lips. “Absolutely not! Derek, the flowers are a necessity,” Stiles insisted. Derek rolled his eyes.

“Flowers imply posh. I don't do posh.”

“Fine, what if I take you to a diner? Furthest from posh we can get.”

“And the movie?”

“The shittiest comedy we can find, obviously.”

“What about the walk?”

“I lied about the walk. But we for sure sit for hours. Sitting is definitely on the schedule.”

Derek paused, looking at the other a bit curiously before letting a grin take over his face. Stiles had been speaking with vehement seriousness, his face the vision of solemnity, his tone monotonous and sincere. How a date could sound absolutely disastrous as well as charming was beyond Derek's comprehension but he wasn't about to turn down what sounded like the best date he'd probably have in the past year (possible years, plural, if he was being honest).

“So - diner, shitty comedy, lots of sitting followed by a walk back to the car, and the prettiest bunch of roses an underpaid sheriff’s desk clerk’s salary can afford. Sound like a deal?” Stiles asked, hand raised, a cheeky smile now taking over his face.

“No roses,” Derek countered, raising his own hand. Stiles pursed his lips.

“Fine... Tulips then!” he declared, clasping Derek’s hand in his own. Stiles’s grin only grew as Derek groaned.

Despite his quiet refusals and his exasperated glares, Derek couldn’t deny the pleasure swooping through his stomach. Sure, Sober Derek might be a bit mortified by how easily Tipsy Derek agreed to a date. He may want to kill Tipsy Derek for the way he laughed (giggled) at Stiles’s flailing and determined explanation of why everyone deserved flowers and how it was part of his duties as the asker of the first date.

But Derek knew he’d be equally pleased with his plans with Stiles for Tuesday night once sobered.

#ao3 #ao3fic #ao3 writer #stiles stilinski #derek hale #sterek #stiles x derek #stiles stilinksi fanfiction #derek hale x stiles stilinski #derek hale fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #archive of our own #backup

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chocolate-teapots · 2 years

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Enough: Corey Haim

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Fame! At what cost?

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Warnings: swearing, jealousy, TV yelling, sad times.

I lived the life of a lie.

I strolled around the street, followed by camera's and flashing lights, holding the hands of different guys of every few months. I had to sacrifice my love for fame, I knew it was the wrong choice but I chose my career instead of him.

Skip to now. This was my weekends. Ice cream, baggy shirts and his newest interview hoping that one day he would break. That one day he would say fuck it and declare his love. Our love was strong, but our reputations were stronger.

He played with his finger nervously, his dark hair sticking up touching the sky. I remembered the days where it used to be blonde for Sam and for Corey and red for Dinger. I loved the red but I also loved the black. I loved every hair on him.

"I have to ask, Valentine's day's coming up. So we all want to know, is there a special someone you'll be taking out?" The interviewee's head cocked intrigued at the question. Undoubtedly, she found him attractive, everyone did, does. Guys were intimidated, girls were turned on.

"I'll just take my mom" he smirked, I breathed in disappointment, trying to find the remote in the crease of the sofa. Crumbs and loose change met my hands. I searched around frantically, not wanting to hear any more. I was no longer as intrigued as the woman.

The bright yellow screen remained on and the loud voices purred out of it, especially this question.

"Don't tell me that you're single" She faked shock. You could almost see the script she'd been reading prior flicking in her eyes and mind.

"Yeah, I'm single and I'm loving it" His smirk pushing another breath out of my mouth.

"Do you hear that girls. I hope so" She laughed, turning her eyes to her lap shyly.

"Yeah, I fucking hear it" I murmured.

My hands slapped the sofa once more and I crouched, bent and dived everywhere trying to find that remote. I couldn't find it, you know that moment where you put something somewhere and you can't find it despite it probably being two feet away from you? yeah, I'd probably have to get my mom to find it.

"Well let's say you did have someone, what would the ultimate date be like where would you want to go, what would you want to eat?" Her randomly placed ponytail waving flirtatiously as she spoke. Her earrings too.

"Umm." He thought then smiled.

"There's a restaurant that we're I mean I'm into now called Antennas it's like an Italian kinda loud place with great food. Yeah, so I' take my girl, go there after that I'd go and see...Rain Man which I haven't seen yet. After that, I'd thank her for a nice evening and drop her home."

My ears ringed and my eyes burned. Every single memory I'd ever had with him was buried in that answer. It showed he still cared, he still remembered and that god damned smirk again was the cherry on top of it all. Our first date and favourite place was Antennas, I went onto him for weeks about Rain Man, showing the trailer like 50 times and he always ended a date with a playful thank you for a nice evening...

"You had a girlfriend recently didn't you. You 18 and she 17, what went wrong Corey?" She asked, if I had dog ears they would've spiked at this moment. Yeah, what went wrong Corey.

"Age."

"Oh really?"

"No..." He took a breath.

"Nothing," He answered shortly.

Natalie Grey's expected response left her amazed at this puzzle that just unfolded. She was probably thinking, then what did she fuck your friend or something?

"Nothing?" She repeated.

"BITCH, LISTEN TO THE MAN! HE SAID NOTHING!" I sobbed at the TV, my blanket crumpled beside me. My fists balled as tears smudged my subtle makeup from earlier that day.

The room was completely dark but lighted yellow insignificantly. I probably looked like a Simpson. Though I felt more blue than yellow.

"Yeah, it was the best moment of my life. It is, sorry."

"So it was in the stars for you?"

"Yeah, so beautiful, perfect, smart, funny as hell dude..." He trailed off somewhat enthusiastically.

He slouched in the chair, his hands resting on his knees now. His eyes seemed to be far away not only at the angle of the camera but in his thoughts. His mind was all the way to Mars.

I cried into my hands, wishing he was here. I had to make it right but I knew inside it was too late. After that interview, he would get a girl, desperate for his wallet and dark locks. I would probably be on another guy, parading around the streets with him just to prove a point. Wearing extra comfortable clothes just to sell the bond. The female puppet they used to call me. Untrue of course. I much rathered magic shows.

"Y/N" He answered to a muffled question. My head snapped up, I wanted every so desperately to rewind or setback today but this was the eighties, not even robots existed yet.

"Is this Y/N, L/N of the writing and directing industry?" She asked amazed, her pink-lined eyes widening bit by bit.

"Yeah, we met on the set of The Lost Boys. She was training, she did Jami's clothing and eventually mine. We chatted and bonded then that bond never ended" He said as if there were no strings attached at all like it was a simple vanilla love story.

"Ahh, then she was responsible for that coat we all loved! So Corey apologies for dragging this out but do you still love her? Is there something you wish to say or add about Miss Y/N?" She asked.

There was a moment of silence as the camera zoomed in on his face. Perfectly chiselled, nicely tinted, glowing with recollection. I found myself leaning into the tv just like the camera to his face.

"I do. And I want to say, I'm sorry. I choose you. I choose you." He breathed almost as if on the border, one more shove and salty waves would meet his face and I don't mean the sea.

"I choose you too" I whispered, tracing my finger along his face on the screen. The static not even bothering my finger.

The sea meets mine instead, I get pushed off of the border. My face meets my hands once more. He gave a final smirk to the camera probably seeing my heart mending itself. The outro played and the script ended. The TV switched off suddenly. I look around then seeing the grey, black and white ensemble from the TV and the dark locks wanted by all.

I couldn't accept it. I thought it was my fragile subconscious playing tricks on me. I grinned when I saw the remote in his hand almost like a major plot twist. It twirled innocently, taunting me with 'glad you didn't press me now huh bitch?'

"I love you" I wailed under my hand.

"I love you too baby" He practically moaned sailing towards the back of the sofa. I leant against it, craving his touch. Every part he touched there were fireworks and taps.

His lips grazed against mine before our heads tilted meeting passionately. We inhaled audibly and I brought him back. He confidently clambered over the backbone of the sofa landing and pressing against my heated exposed thighs seductively.

No more lies.

No more cameras.

Just my Corey.

#80s imagines #80s movie #corey haim #corey haim imagine

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foxychaosstarlight · 2 years

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Beauty and the Beast

Vampire!Silco x Fem!Original character - NSFW! | MDN

Warnings: relationship development, age gap, attempted rape, virginity loss, peeping, gentle sex, blow job, hand job, bloodplay, bites kink, daddy kink, loud sex, unprotected sex, sex with a pregnant woman, alcohol, smoking, death of animals.

Sub-chapters 1, 2, 3 , 4, 5 , 6

I see Silco's living room like this

Gina ran along a springy forest floor, almost not seeing a road because of the stream of tears pouring from her eyes. Her cheek was still burning, not letting her forget about what had just happened, and her stepmother's words were burning in her head.

"Red-haired whore! Slut!"

Calling a virgin a whore, hah... It seems the world has turned upside down. Gina, who had this thought in her head, slowed down a little and wiped her tears.

Her legs were already quite tired, and only now the girl realized that she was not running along a familiar path, but because of the tears blurring her eyes, she rushed into a thicket. She stood up and looked around. Illuminated by a warm honey-orange light of the slowly sinking sun, the forest still seemed familiar and friendly, but... different.

Gina didn't know this place, she had never been here, she could have sworn to it. It was quiet in the forest. Very quiet. So she's far from the city. God, on such the sunny warm day, she couldn't even hear a birds singing, which are simply obliged to live in any self-respecting forest. A old giant fir trees slowly shook their dark green prickly paws, as if trying to calm the girl.

Well, it seems she got lost. Gina sighed nervously and sat down on the ground, leaning her back against the warm dark trunk of the nearest spruce. Her look was fixed on the place where she supposedly came from. And she couldn't remember that road.

The girl fumbled in the pockets of her jeans. Absolutely nothing. She has no food or drink with her. The stepmother is unlikely to look for her, even if she disappears for a week, months, years…She doesn't give a damn, especially after what happened today.

Now Gina no longer cared about the quarrel with Rose, nor her slap in the face, nor the harassment of the vile blonde man. How to get back to the city – that was the vital question to which Gina, to her fear, did not know the answer.

Go back? But where? So she can walk in circles and get lost even more. She is not a tracker to find the way from where she came by her barely noticeable footprints. What did they teach at school there? The tilt of the sun, moss on trees…What was a point if Gina didn't know which way the city was now!

The girl combed her slightly tangled fiery hair with her fingers and got up from the ground. In her case, it makes no sense to sit still and wait for salvation – no one will look for her, she knew that. And Gina went ahead.

Silco went into his bedroom, threw off the robe that still retained a warmth of his warmed body and opened the large carved ebony cabinet. He chose for himself a black shirt made of durable cotton with a fancy placket in the middle, a black fitted vest with a printed pattern and six small silver buttons and black trousers with a bearer on the same silver buttons that hugged his long slender legs. "Do I want black in this century?" - the man thought, chuckling to himself as he fastened silver cufflinks in the shape of miniature daggers on his wrist. He chose shoes almost the same as he had worn before. Approaching a mirror, the vampire assessed his appearance as completely satisfying, and, pulling out a small box upholstered in burgundy velvet, chose a wide ring made of blackened silver with a large dark blood-red garnet cut "radiant". With its powerful rough pattern, cold steel sheen of metal and insinuating fiery flashes in the depths of the dark stone, the ring perfectly combined with his dapper gloomy outfit.

Silco went into the living room, where the raven was waiting for him by the burning fireplace, sitting on the hypertrophied high back of his wrought-iron dark armchair. The cold-blooded vampire liked that the metal frame of the armchair was completely warmed up, succumbing to a heat from the fireplace. The leather seat creaked as Silco leaned back in a relaxed way, watching the fire flare up with half-closed eyes.

The man reached out to a low table and took the bottle of reddish-brown liquid covered with a thick layer of dust and his favorite faceted glass, encircled by two metal rims with a pattern of the color of aged bronze. Silco casually tossed a couple of ice cubes into the glass and splashed some strong whiskey.

- Did you bring the ice? - after asking the question, the vampire turned his head to the raven, which moved to his armrest. The bird croaked affirmatively, causing Silco to smile. - Good. Thank you, my friend.

Picking up a cigar from a long row of the same plump bundles, Silco, with a fast movement of the guillotine, cut off its tip, bit it with sharp front teeth, habitually clearly hitting the small gap between them, clenched his jaws tightly, with a practiced finger movement, abruptly opened the lid of the carved lighter and lit the cigar, pointing its with his teeth in the right direction.

Taking a shallow drag with pleasure, so as to feel the soft smoky spicy taste of tobacco in his mouth and nostrils, Silco slightly tilted his head back and released a hot trickle of gray curling smoke. After that, the man took a sip of the tart drink, feeling the bitterness and burning smoothly spreading over the tongue, developing into that most desired feeling of warmth.

Stroking the raven with a hand with a smoldering cigar, the vampire stretched out his hand to the fire of the fireplace, from which a serious heat was already emanating. In the living room, with the thick curtains not yet open, semi-darkness reigned, a reddish reflections of the fireplace fire and a dozen wax candles on it danced their wild dance on the muted red walls with a sinuous black pattern.

It smelled like a mix of sweet-spicy cigar smoke, sharp smoke from burning wood and dust. Silco looked at his hand, which seemed very dark in the semi-darkness, on the long fingers of which red-orange reflections danced. He brought it so close to the open fire, bypassing the three-leaf protection of thick glass, that it seemed that it could catch fire if some daring young tongue of flame decided to rise higher and lick it. The wild heat of the fire engulfed his arm, rising in a fiery wave exciting every nerve ending to his body, causing his red eye to burn with an almost hellish flame.

The black bird, on whose feathers a reflections of the heat also played, looked worriedly at Silco, who, as it seemed to it, was going to burn alive today. The vampire looked mockingly at his feathered friend and took his hand away from the fire.

Stroking the calmed bird again, he said understandingly: - I know you don't like fire. But it won't hurt me, believe me, I know. You weren't with me yet when a stupid peasants decided one day that I could serve as firewood for their funeral pyre for witches. Hmm…I didn't burn up. Of course, I looked unattractive, I agree, but the "witch" I pulled out of there didn't care. The poor girl was accused of being a witch for her red hair color and the fact that the blacksmith, married to the first city gossip, fell for her.

The raven listened attentively to the speech of its friend, who was immersed in memories, looking at him with smart sparkling little red reflections with his eyes.

- You know, in those days, the Holy Inquisition dragged everyone to a stake who any old woman would point a bony finger at. It's funny…People are ready to burn each other under the guise of faith, but this is only their thirst for human blood. And sometimes I think it's much stronger than mine.

Silco smirked and smoothly got up from the armchair. The raven flew up on his shoulder and together they followed a staircase hidden in the wall to a small stone balcony at the very top of one of the castle's towers, ending in a sharp spire.

#yes Silco is standing naked in front of the closet and who will forbid him? Obviously not me))#silco fic #vampire silco #silco x oc #silco #arcane

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blaze13full · 2 years

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Short prompt

@hotmessteaparty it is a SHORT one you needy little gremlin, a little fluff and a little emotional support bc recently I was writing too much trauma, just gonna show you that I can be nice to my OC's

The scream that echoed through the halls of the Cerberus headquarters was loud and devastating with everyone hearing it stopping dead in their tracks. Every mercenary looked in the direction the female scream came from, every book-keeper, every employee didn’t dare to move a muscle. A second scream ripped through the silence, this was when doors were opened, especially one to a big office on the top of the building. A blonde haired man, with striking blue eyes in a perfectly fitting and clean beige-suit and tie was quickly, almost racing down the stairs to the source from where the screams are coming from. The male was followed by a Japanese person with different coloured hair, black jeans, military boots and a Led Zeppelin T-shirt. Both came to a halt in front of the door to the infirmary where a young girl was also waiting trembling in fear.

“I thought this was an examination because of her nausea and her fever” Charlie mumbled, crossing his arms in front of his chest. Yakumo was just about to say something when the door opened and a black haired male stepped out of the infirmary, adjusting his glasses on his swollen cheek. “What the hell is going on in there?” Charlie demanded to know from his Doctor who raised his look. “Well, it seems that Miss Novoa is pregnant… and she didn’t really take it too well…” he confessed, finally leaving the other 3 people speechless for a moment. Until Yakumo found his tongue again “But… But I thought she is not able to… you know” The Doctor shrugged and looked at him with a raised eyebrow “No, I never said that… I said that there is an extremely low almost non.existing chance because of what happened, but I never said that she is completely unable to'' With that the Doctor scratched his nose “ So who is the lucky father?” the Doctor asked, with everyone looking at the japanese “Don’t look at me I am the gay one here” he said before everyone turned to Charlie “Ergh no, she is like a daughter to me, that would be so…. “ he shook the thought of before Yakumo’s eyes widen “I need to take a call” with that he disappeared.

Hours later Yakumo knocked on Sera’s room “It’s just me and I am coming in” when he opened the door he was found by a dark and completely chaotic room. Someone in here had a panic-attack shredding the room into pieces and now she was sitting there in a corner. She looked so small and miserable, not at all the confident woman, his strong co-worker the hacker knows. “I brought you some tea” his voice was calm and soft as the male slowly sat down in front of her.

“Yakumo….” she mumbled his name with so much sadness “I don’t know what to do” that she started to cry, desperately. Slowly Sera crawled over to her colleague, curling up in his arms. “I know… I know” he held her softly for a while until her sobbs ebbed down “Sooo he got you pregnant…”, Yakumo started earning a grumble “Of course he did'' Sera answered “He is too stubborn to die so his stubbornness made me pregnant..” she looked up at him with wet red eyes “A breeding-kink is only funny as long as you don’t get bred…” Yakumo commented “Oh god stop” Sera mumbled hiding her face “Like a fucking rabbit” he continued earning a soft slap “And I know because you forgot to take your fucking earpiece out…. 3 times!” he started to laugh again when Sera’s face flushed red and she slapped again at his chest “You could have stopped listening” she grumbled making the japanese laugh again “Oh but me and Bambi really enjoyed the show” he grinned broadly making Sera fake vomit “Oh god no… noooooo noooo nonononononononooooo” she held her hands against her ears and then smiled weakly “Pervert” she mumbled before leaning back again.

“Will you go back and tell him? Have a happy little family on this island?” the japanese asked with a smirk but Sera’s look got dark “I don’t know if I will keep them… I don’t…. I just…” The Japanese nodded “It’s okay it’s alright… just… be sure… whatever you decide… I will be here and Charlie is excited to be a grandfather” he smirked again making Sera gasp “Oh my god Charlie…” slowly she got up a little wobbly on her feet “ He needs to tell me what to do, he needs to” Yakumo got up holding her “No, no no listen to me, this is not his decision this is YOURS, you are the mother and whatever you do we will figure stuff out…” he said holding her “However… I have to admit… I would be a really great uncle” he grinned making Sera look at him “This…. this thought alone, I don’t know if this is enough to convince me…” she sniffled rubbing her eyes “Actually that thought terrifies me” she teased the other with a soft smile slowly getting out of her room.

“That’s… rude but o.k. I just have one question… why did you slap the Doc?” Yakumo asked finally, leading Sera outside so she could take in a few deep breathes “Well he told me I was pregnant and I was like ´WHAT THE FUCK HOW?´ and he was like ´Well if a boy and a girl like each other´ you know…” Yakumo started to laugh violently “He… He tried to explain to you how sex works?” he asked still laughing and Sera nodding “Yup… as if I didn’t know how that fucking rabbit was mating with me…” now Sera also started laugh.

At this moment Charlie stepped outside to next to Sera “You can now all call me Padre and if anyone calls me old I will have their pays cut or their tongue… depends” he let Sera and Yakumo known. The woman looked at him a little perplexed “What… What do you mean?” she asked “I mean…” Charlie started “That it is a tough choice to make and I support you with whatever but I just want to let you know that my wife wants to be the godmother and I am ready to walk around with a stick if you make this choice” he took her hand “If not, my wife will be there for you from beginning till the end and I will give you at least 4 months off should you decide to abort… You have saved the lives of my children so often… this is the least I could do” after his explanation he left to go inside again “Oh and one more thing” he turned on his heel “You have to decide what to do with the father… we have the usual guns, knives… light kidnapping, drowning… drug overdose whatever you want…” Sera smiled a little “What if I want to have him in my life?” she asked with raised eyebrows “Then… Then…” Charlie stopped “Then I have to call the army of mercs back right now!”

#writing on tablet is weird #I can't do the continue reading thing #haven't found out how #far cry 3 #writers #fanfic #words #far cry 3 vaas #far cry fandom #my oc stuff #my writing #read on ao3 #vaas montenegro #fluff #emotional support #trigger warnings #any trigger

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enzstr · 6 months

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Long Live The Queen | K. Bakugo

Warning: ooc (out of character) bakugo, gossip girl plotline (kinda)

read this first: chapter one

💭: this was also in my drafts but I had to make some changes. Enjoy reading :]

Chapter two: Words to live by

20th May.

The journey to the Kingdom felt like it was taking forever, one thing about Princess Y/n is that she is impatient, very impatient. Especially when it's a long journey from one place to another. Luckily, she had something to pass time during the journey. The big gold primrose carriage was wobbling and shaking due to the small rocky road.

Just when Y/n was finished writing about her long daily letter about the ongoing dramas surrounding her and how much she despised it, her vision started getting blurry and soon her tiredness and fatigue took over her, not noticing that she not only dropped the letter she had on her hand off the big carriage. The carriage soon travelled yonder, footprints were imprinted on the sandy road, heading over to the letter that was dropped. A specific person held it up, red crimson eyes scanned the paper while an amused expression washed over their face.

"I want to know who this person is immediately." A gruff and husky voice spoke giving orders to the head of the knights with seriousness, deep down his mind he was desperate to find out the identity of this person. A trumpet blair could be heard throughout the kingdom, meaning that the new queen has arrived at the palace of Orane.

"Your majesty, the new queen has arrived. We must return to the palace at once."

The weather was soon drizzling as the grey skies towered down the kingdom, there sat Y/n Mattei on the royal sofa politely. On the outside Y/n may look polite and well-mannered, but deep down her heart was beating fast to see this "King Katsuki Bakugo" in person for the first time.

Loud footsteps could be heard, Y/n's crystal blue pupils quickly shifted to see the famous Katsuki Bakugo. His sandy blonde, spiky yet fluffy hair, together with his fiery crimson red eyes were the features she felt mesmerized and captivated by. The male sat on the seat opposite of her as he studied her face and how normal she is now.

"Your majesty, the Princess of Narva, soon to be Queen of Orane. What is it like there, princess Y/n?" the short, blonde young man who has a black lightning streak on the left side of his fringe asked with his face filled with curiosity, until the king scoffed.

"Dumbass, what kind of question is that? Of course it's nice, a kingdom is always nice with royalty." The king definitely had pure prude and ego when he said that.

"No, it's alright. To answer your question, yes it is. Although it looks much different from my kingdom, I am willing to have a change of scenery." Most of everyone in the room had surprised expressions plastered on their faces from how well mannered and courteous she was. However, the king was still left unfazed.

King Bakugo wanted to know more about this woman just to make sure she's not another peasant or brat that only wants the title of queen. Unfortunately it's hard to find people who are the opposite in this era. He carefully studied her appearances, the way she talks to other nobles. Y/n Mattei, what an eccentric name. It is the Kingdom of Orane so no people are normal there.

However he just stood up from his seat opposite of hers, and said something that made her jaw drop.

"Must be like the other women I married." That was the last thing he said before leaving the room, leaving her there shocked on her seat.

The only thought and question in her mind was, 'He had wives?'.

Y/n would've never thought that he would have any due to his attitude and whatnot. Because of her impatient personality, she needed to know what happened to his wives. Shortly after the king left, the gold haired man bowed multiple times in embarrassment.

"I am deeply sorry that he left the conversation just like that. His Majesty was just caught up from a flashback memory. I'm Denki Kaminari, the head Duke of this kingdom." He bowed to the princess, soon to be queen, in respect.

"It's quite alright. Nice to meet you, Kaminari. Not to sound annoying but what did King Bakugo mean when he said that.. earlier?" She perked up after remembering what he said before he left, there were thoughts in her mind about it.

The duke's head shot up at her response, surprised to know that she was curious.

"Alright, if you really want to know.."

Every king in this era was required to have a queen, to rule and serve its kingdom with pride and dignity, this king was no exception. Although this king was different, extremely different from others. At this point of time, women only had one motive in their life, to marry a rich man. Marrying a lord was already better than fine for a woman. However, marrying a king? That's an achievement in life. Women started admiring Queen Angeline, the first wife of King Katsuki Bakugo.

Queen Angeline knew the way to win the Kingdom of Orane's trust. At first it was difficult to prove that she was trustworthy, to prove that everyone could trust her no matter what. And once everyone trusted her, the kingdom made her a happy queen, together with a happy king. Little did they know her mind had a small tiny plan.

The word "sweet" was not the best word to describe Queen Angeline, but "devious" seemed extremely fitting, those were her true colours. Her little plan was exposed by the duke when he found out that she was starting a coup d'etat against the king. Shocked to believe that a queen would do such a horrendous thing, unfortunately it was all true. All she ever wanted was fame, the royal title, the kingdom. She never wanted to marry the king for love, it was pathetic to her. Killing off the king will only get her the bigger throne and the kingdom. Kings of other kingdoms would use violence against this kind of matter, but not Bakugo, never him. He believes that violence will get you nowhere unless you handle it maturely. Not long after that she was sent off to an island, far away from the kingdom of Orane.

The King's second wife was very different compared to his first. This wife was the type of woman he would love and cherish forever. They all called her, Queen Camie. Everyone in the kingdom loved the two together, even the king himself, but she couldn't force herself to love him back. Truthfully, it was an arranged marriage which was forced by her parents. She had her eyes set on another man, a man which she truly loves. The man she fell in love with was King Bakugo's knight, Yoarashi Inasa. They both met when she made her first appearance in the Kingdom of Orane. They both had chemistry, even the king could feel it.

King Bakugo understood how she felt in this situation, not being able to be with the one you love deeply for the sake of everyone's happiness. He convinced Queen Camie's parents to let her be with whom she loves. One of his famous lines from the situation was,

"If I can't have a queen to count on, trust on, to love, to care for, then how will I rule a kingdom with a queen who is in love with someone else? It's as if there never was a queen to accompany me to begin with."

Therefore, harm was never his intention to people in reality, let alone killing. Other people may see him having a harsh, grumpy and rough demeanor, but deep down in his pure heart, he deeply cares for the people whom he loves. In his eyes, those people are even more precious than any kind of jewel or gold.

#mha #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #mha bakugou #bnha bakugou #katsuki x reader #my hero academia #fanfic #bnha bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo mha #katsuki bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bnha #dynamight

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dddytoji · 3 years

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my pet

notes: naoya x fem!reader x toji // this is my first time writing a smut and my first jjk work as well so please give me any constructive feedback! (shout out to my best friend for being my editor and helping me out with this self indulgent one shot!) please enjoy! :)

word count: 4,438

warnings: 18+ NSFW; dub con, degrading, insulting, misogyny, pet play/master, slapping, spitting, pegging, cock sounding/stuffing, naoya x reader x toji, etc

You were going to a regular family dinner with your fiancé, Naoya Zenin. You were seated waiting for Naobito and Naoya to begin dinner. "Well we're just waiting on one more person for tonight's dinner." Naobito stated with a bit of distaste. He took a long sip of his sake. You peered at Naoya who looked irritated at the idea of whomever it was would be sharing a meal with the rest of you.

"I'm getting tired of waiting so let's dig in, we can't just wait on him." Naobito said, beginning to eat his food. You waited for Naoya to also have his first bite before you proceeded to eat as well. "She's such a good wom-" Naoya began before he was interrupted by the door sliding open.

"Ah, pardon the interruption." The man said walking in and seating himself right across Naoya with a small thud. He was a very well built man. Your ears burned red from seeing the way he was structured. He was more attractive than Naoya, if you so boldly admitted to yourself. "Oh, is this lady Naoya's wife to be?" The dark haired man questioned as he ate his food.

Naoya seemed more agitated, allowing Naobito to answer instead. "That's correct." Quietly, you ate your food keeping your eyes glued to the dinner in front of you. "I'm Toji, what's your name?" Toji asked you as you looked up to meet his eyes for a moment before answering politely. "Y/n," You spoke back, noticing how his face was rough with a certain gentleness when seeing it clearly.

"You need not speak to my fiancé so directly." Naoya responded staring at Toji with hooded eyes, the tone of his voice underlined with anger. "Eh? Well then how am I to speak to her?" Toji asked puzzledly, pointing his chopsticks at Naoya. Naoya replied, "Through me. She is a woman after all and mine at that."

Toji let out a hard taunting laugh. "Toji!" Naobito yelled, taking another drink of the sake bottle now in his hand. You jumped at the sudden loud voice. "Fine, fine," Toji sighed with his eyes now hooded, "but she's not even yours yet what makes you think she'll last long enough to actually stay with you. She doesn't even know if you're even capable of making her c-'' Toji was cut off by Naoya who gripped his shirt collar.

"Naoya," You spoke, grabbing his sleeve lightly, "please do not lower yourself to his level." Naoya removed his eyes from Toji's and glared back at you. Glancing back at Toji he shoved his chest and he let go of his shirt. "You're right," Naoya spoke with a distasteful tone as he glared at Toji, "I shouldn't lower myself to the level of gravel like him."

Toji scoffed a smirk playing along onto his handsome lips, "Seems like your woman knows how to restrain your leash." Chuckling, Toji shoved more rice into his mouth.

"If anyone has a leash on any one, it's me on her." Naoya responded back, taking a drink of the rice wine in his cup. Your ears burned with fury listening to Naoya speak about you in that form. You were no one's leashed pet, especially not his. You weren't even his wife yet and he already speaks of you in this way? Audacity. That's all he had. You were only obedient enough to be respected and not get insulted.

You kept up a gentle and sweet act in order to live a peaceful life in this stern household. "Naoya, I am no pet to be owned." You replied back to him in a calm and stoic tone while looking straight ahead. "She's got a point there." Toji agreed, while swallowing the food in his mouth.

Naoya turned your head to him by grabbing your chin forcefully. "No woman, especially you, shall speak to me in that manner. If I say you're a pet, then you're a fucking pet." He spat at you angrily while pushing your face away from him while releasing your jaw.

Taking a deep breath you stood up from your seat, "If you'll excuse me, I have finished my meal and will be heading back to my quarters." You announced, exiting the room without a glance back at the men sitting at the table. Toji was slightly shocked at the scene that just happened in front of him. The black haired man glances at Naoya to see his reaction.

"Pathetic woman." is all Naoya says out loud as you leave the room still being in earshot of you. You balled your fists hearing his comment.

Naobito who is also a bit shocked speaks up, "Well I think I'll be taking my leave as well." The head of the clan leaves the room with a bottle of sake in his hand.

"Go fucking apologize," Toji barks to Naoya with a bitter tone. "No, why should I? She's the one who's acting out of place." Naoya retorted, taking another drink from his cup. "You're gonna go apologize, cuz I said you are." Toji gritted out, Naoya glared at him angrily.

• • •

You had just arrived at your quarters and slammed your bedroom door shut. You were infuriated that you couldn't say anything. "What I would do to have that man on all fours in front of me." You said bitterly through gritted teeth. You began removing your kimono, annoyed at the fact that you had to wear these damn things daily.

Opening your closet door you are greeted by more kimonos and only slip on dresses to sleep in. You spotted the black box on the bottom corner of the closet. Maybe some self-pleasure would relieve my frustration. You shook your head against the thought and just grabbed the black slip-on dress.

Walking over to your vanity you removed any residue of the day's stress. You got yourself changed and ready for bed. Finally letting your hair down, you settle yourself into a futon that was placed on the ground in the middle of your room.

As you try to put your thought-full mind at ease to get some sleep, you hear the entrance door slide open then shut. Shuffling noises are heard then right after the sound of footsteps creeping to the door of your room hit the wooden floor boards.

Sitting up immediately you go to grab your robe hooked near the door as you slip it on you hear, "I'm coming in, woman." You hear Naoya's voice echo with a dejected sigh. The door slides open, revealing Naoya standing there with his arms crossed.

He's a bit shocked seeing you standing in front of him in only your open robe and your slip dress on. His face flushes and he looks away, "Put something decent on, woman."

"Woman?" You question. You were now at your wits end with him for the night. "Eh? Do I have to wear something decent in my bedroom? You came here at an indecent time, Naoya." You angrily spat poking his chest.

He looked at you now in disbelief that quickly morphed into anger. He grabbed the wrist of the hand poking his chest. "I guess it seems like you don't know your place tonight," Naoya hissed, walking you back into your bedroom getting closer to the futon that laid on the ground.

"No, it seems like you don't know yours." You mocked knocking him down to his knees and lifting his chin to look up at you. Through the faint bit of moonlight seeping through your window, you were able to see his appalled expression.

"Why you-" Grabbing his cheeks and squishing them together, you stopped all other words ready to come out of his mouth.

He grabbed your wrist with both of his hands. Before he could do anything; in a swift motion you removed the robe's waist tie and tied it around Naoya's wrists. You were surprised that you managed to tie his wrists as quickly as you did.

Holding his wrists above his head, "Tonight, I'll train you on how to be a good little bitch for your master." You growled out, releasing his face and pushing it away. "You crazy whore, let me go." Naoya swore in anger, his entire body trembled in rage as you stood looking down at him.

Pulling him down by his wrists that you were still holding, you made him land on his elbows with a thud to the ground. You laughed menacingly, walking towards the closet and pulling out the black box in the corner. "You think this is funny? You fucking cunt!" Naoya screamed at you as you walked back over to him.

You used your foot to lift his head, "It is, especially when this is how we'll be experiencing our first night together." You smiled innocently. Opening the box and emptying the contents; some toys, bottles of lube, and condoms came falling out.

Naoya looked at you stunned in fear after seeing the contents of the box displayed on the ground. "You dumb worthless wench! What do you think you're gonna do?!" He howled, anger seething through his expression. You bent down to grab his face and slapped him.

"A dog does not speak unless ordered to." Naoya's anger made his body quake. The fact you dared to speak to him in that form and to even slap him was unacceptable and ludicrous.

"Untie me you stupid whore before I decide to kill you!" Naoya cursed glaring daggers at you. You slapped him again across his face then again, and again, then again one more time.

"YOU FUCKING SLUT! UNTIE ME RIGHT NOW SO I CAN KILL YOU!" Naoya was furious at this point. You stood up and kicked his side hard enough for him to land on his back.

"I told you, I will be training you on how you should obey your master." Reaching for the collar and leash that was mixed on the ground with the other toys, you sat on him pulling at his blonde hair to lift his head from the pillow making it easier to place the collar around his neck. you smiled in love with the view of seeing him under your control.

"Get that shit off me!" Naoya demanded. Grabbing his chin you brushed your thumb pad across his bottom lip. "Now, Why would I do that? You look so good with it on. Like a proper pet." You leaned closer to him enough to let his lips brush yours.

Grinning, you whispered lowly in his ear, "The way you look right now turns me on so much." You proceeded to give him a soft kiss on his jawline. Swallowing hard, Naoya looked at you with his rage filled eyes. Awaiting what else you'd do, and how far you'd think of going.

As you slide yourself lower on him, your womanhood sat directly on his dick. Undoing his top you opened it exposing his well-built chest. Now sitting on his dick it hit you, that he was aroused.

"Well look at what we have here my slutty pet? Looks like I'm not the only one enjoying this." You grind your womanhood down on his growing bulge making Naoya's breath hitch in his throat.

You positioned yourself in between his legs with his legs on either side of your hips. "This shit is not turning me on you fucking slut." Naoya said insultingly. You removed his pants and then traced a finger on the outline of his underwear where his bulge stood out. Judging By the tent in his underwear alone, you could tell that the blonde man was huge.

"Calling me a slut when you're the one whos leaking." You poke at the tip of his dick where a small wet spot has been created from precum. Naoya had no retort for what you said, all he can do is grit his teeth in anger as you pull off his underwear. His cock springs up, the night air hitting his exposed member. You run a finger from the base of his cock to the tip.

You are just a tad bit shocked at how large his cock is. Maybe this was what he traded for instead of having a decent personality. "Well, just know I'm not nice enough to let you cum anytime soon." You commented as you reached for some lube and the beaded sound laying on the floor.

Naoya shook his head seeing the metal beaded rod in your hand he already assumed what your intentions were. "I'll make sure it doesn't hurt too much, darling." You scoffed at the word ‘darling’ leaving your lips. After having lubed up the sound you stroked Naoya's cock with your free hand to get him to relax.

As soon as he seemed more relaxed you spread the opening of his cock and started placing the beaded sound into his opening. Naoya's eyes widened, filling with tears at the foreign object being inserted into his cock. "FUCK! YOU INSANE PSYCHO BITCH!!" He bellowed out as you slowly pushed the sound into him.

After a few more curses and muffled cries, it was fully in. "Now, that wasn't too bad." You gave him a gentle smile. You stroke his dick gently feeling it twitch in your grasp. Naoya looked at you with fuming glossy eyes.

Tracing your fingers up and down his abdomen you felt just how toned he was, maybe not as buff as another certain Zenin but nicely toned. Your fingers slowly went to tease his nipples rubbing them in a circular motion.

Naoya lowered his arms down to move your hands away, "I'm not a woman! Do not pla-'' Before he could finish you pulled on the leash attached to his collar yanking him towards your face.

"If its only a place to tease women, then why is your dick twitching like a dog in heat?" You breathe out amused. Taking that moment you grab his face spitting on him. Standing up you removed your robe along with the slip dress leaving you only in some black lace-trimmed panties.

Naoya's face began to burn a crimson red, this was the first time he has ever seen your body naked. He had never seen you so exposed and bare like this, he hated to admit how much he loved the way your body looked lightly lit by the moonlight. You placed yourself back in between his legs once again grabbing the lube, you poured it on Naoya's cock letting it flood down between his ass.

Using one hand to stroke his dick while your other hand slid in between his ass. He froze sensing your second hand's action. "Don't you fucking dare you lowly whore!" He barked, his eyes widening in anger as you smirked and proceeded in plugging your index and middle finger in him. "I already let you stuff my dick! You damn lunatic!!" Naoya fumed as you resumed.

"You have no place to talk when you're g-spot is literally in your ass bitch." You sneered going further in him and spreading him out. As you began to pump into him with your fingers spreading him in the process. He muffled his moans and whimpers by biting his lip.

You let go of his dick and slapped it. "I never said not to make noise, bark for your master, disobedient bitch." You commanded as he let out a sharp gasp. He gritted his teeth, closing his eyes as you added another finger.

Proceeding to pump into him faster, making him arch his back and causing his breathing to become erratic. "S-Stop please!" He moans out, finally you had managed to hit his prostate.

"Call me master and I might consider your request, useless dog." You growled at him, pulling out your fingers. Naoya shuddered at the release of your fingers from his now begging hole. You were about to grab your strap on when you heard a knock at your bedroom door.

Frozen in place for a second, you placed a finger to your lips signaling Naoya to keep quiet, "May I ask who?" You called out as you glanced at Naoya to make sure he kept his mouth shut. Surely he wouldn't want to get caught in this situation.

"Uh, it's me Toji, I wanted to make sure Naoya didn't upset you more than he already has," Toji responded from the other side. Your mouth formed a small 'o' as you glanced back at Naoya. A smirk forms on your pretty plump lips. Naoya scowled at you and at Toji's response.

"He hasn't upset me further, but please come in." Naoya shakes his head furiously, obviously he didn't want to be seen below a woman nor did he want Toji to see his woman exposed. "Alright, I'm coming in." Toji slid the door open slowly, his head peered into the room. The dark haired male was in shock after witnessing Naoya and yours position on the futon.

"Would you care to join us?" You proposed a bit of a gleam in your eyes. Toji froze for a moment but then proceeded to walk in without saying a word, closing the door behind him. He gripped at the edge of his shirt and pulled it over his head making his way over, revealing his buff and sculpted build.

"You're into this shit!?" Naoya questioned as he saw Toji approaching you from behind. "Did I order you to speak?" You questioned, slapping his cock. Naoya flinched at the action inhaling a sharp breath.

Toji chuckled looking down at Naoya, "Seeing you getting treated like dirt by such a pretty lady, kinda tickles my taste." Toji sank onto his knees behind you.

"I'm gonna do what you haven't and fuck your woman," Toji smirked taking your breast into his hands, you could feel the rough callouses on his hands as they groped your breast. You sensed the bigger man's muscles flex against your bare back.

You bit your lip as you felt his hands roam your body. Naoya's body shook with enmity, "Get your fucking hands off of her you fucking bastard!" He demanded trying to sit himself up.

You grabbed the leash and pulled him up as close as possible to your face, "You're going to shut the fuck up and watch your master get her cunt fucked." You hissed cupping his face with your other hand. Kissing his lips roughly Naoya returned the kiss back with the same roughness. Ending the kiss you pushed him back down onto the futon.

Toji continued to explore your body with his hands. He let soft kisses touch your nape, slowly making his way to your left shoulder. His left hand was groping your right breast while his right hand wandered down inside your black panties.

"Wow, you're fucking wet," Toji breathed into your ear his deep voice causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. His fingers quickly found your clit and he began to massage it in a circular motion. He was gentle with his motion, but going at a steady pace just enough to make your body tremble with enjoyment.

You let out soft moans as he let his hands pleasure and unwind you. "On all fours pretty lady," Toji commanded, you followed his orders and positioned yourself on all fours. Your face was now in front of Naoya's throbbing cock.

The blonde man watched as you were bottomed out by Toji, this view infuriated him. He hated seeing Toji as the one you were submitting to, Naoya's frustration grew by each tortuous second. Toji proceeded to remove the garment inclosing your soaking pussy. The chill night air hitting your womanhood made you gasp softly.

Toji laid on his back his head in between your legs underneath you. You let out a moan as soon as you felt Toji's tongue start to lap your soaking pussy.

Naoya's dick began to twitch again hearing your moans get louder. It was making him more eager to have you touch him. "Fuck." Naoya exhaled.

"Tastes so fucking good," Toji moaned between each lap of his tongue gripping your thighs. He used his fingers to enter your hole, "Loosen up for me, princess." Gasping loudly, you gripped the sheets of the futon as his fingers began to pump in and out of your pussy.

You let your body move on it's own, fucking yourself on his thick fingers. "Y/n! Fuck please." Naoya breathed out desperately. Your mouth opened as you began to tongue Naoya's cock not wanting to deprive him too much.

In reality, you wanted to take Naoya's full cock in our mouth, but since you were in the midst of training this misbehaved dog, maybe another time.

"I'm going to cum!" You screamed as you came all over Toji's fingers, your legs trembling from the sensation. The dark haired male made sure to clean up all of your spilling juices with his mouth.

Toji repositioned himself on his knees and pulled you up by your arms so you were on your knees again. "Can't believe Naoya hasn't had the pleasure to enjoy your taste." Toji smirked and looked at Naoya, he grabbed your chin so he could kiss you.

"Taste yourself, my lady." Toji bit your bottom lip making you open your mouth allowing his tongue to explore the inside of your mouth. Pulling away you smiled innocently seeing Naoya's flushed face due to him being probably mad or frustrated, whatever it was you liked the expression.

"I have to give my pet the rest of his training and if he takes it well he can fuck his master's cunt next time too." You grabbed the strap on and put it on yourself, making Naoya flip and position himself with his ass up.

You proceeded to grab the lube and spanking paddle, placing the lube on Naoya to make it easier on yourself and him to slip in. Naoya was surprisingly being very complacent now, maybe seeing how Toji satisfied you made him want to do the same.

While you prepped Naoya, Toji removed his pants and underwear, tossing them to the side with the mess of clothing scattered on the floor. The heavenly carved man used his hand to pump his throbbing hard cock, getting it ready to fuck the life out of you.

"Time for some training bitch." You said sliding the attached dildo into Naoya. You hear his muffled gasp, you used the paddle to spank the blonde male's ass. Naoya jerked his head to the side at the shutter of pain coming from his ass. "Your master wants to hear her slutty pet moan, so refrain from keeping quiet." You ordered spanking him again.

Finally you were fully taken in by Naoya you then began pumping into his plump ass. You started at a slow enough pace to let Toji insert himself inside you.

You felt his cock fill you up. He was big and his girth filled your tight pussy. Your walls clenched around his cock almost about to cum from him just entering you. Toji gripped your waist, "No cumming this easily, my lady." He hummed into your ear.

Snapping back your head nodding at his command and you happily continue thrusting into Naoya. Picking up the pace Toji met you with the same rhythm while his left hand was placed on your neck gently squeezing the sides with his fingers and thumb.

His right hand squeezed and groped your left breast; with your hand on Naoya's waist to keep your pace steady. Naoya's grunts and moans echoed through the dimly lit room as you begin to hit his prostate.

"Please stop!" Naoya whimpered as he starts to feel the immense pleasure from having you fuck him. Toji's grunts and moans get louder filling the room as well. "Please, please! I hate you! You fucking piece of shit woman!!" Naoya cursed through waves of pleasure.

You used the paddle to reprimand him for cursing. You're able to see the tint of his ass get redder with the little bit of moonlight peaking in, it was a full moon out tonight and your body and mind were in bliss.

You kept thrusting, hitting Naoya's prostate repeatedly, "I wanna cum! I wanna cum! Let me cum please!" Naoya pleaded out to you. Now you just had to see his expressions, imagining it when it was right in front of you wasn't sufficing. Toji kept his rhythm as he was also close to his peak.

Your smooth hand grabbed Toji's wrist to stop him as you halted your movements into Naoya. Pulling out of the blonde man, you flipped him over on his back. His face flushed and wet with tears, his eyes sparkling with wetness making the sadistic side of yourself excited.

Seeing him in that state made your pussy get wetter than it was already. Toji felt you squeeze around his cock at the view of your fiancé looking like a pathetic animal. You grabbed Naoya's cock and removed the beaded sound slowly from his flushed-pulsing cock.

With each of the beaded rod sliding out Naoya panted and moaning once it was fully extracted from his huge cock. "Please make me cum, Master." Naoya whined while looking at you completely bottomed out.

Your face blushed as you repositioned yourself back into Naoya. Toji started again as well once you got to a good pace. Picking up the speed of your thrusts, you were ready to make his dick unload the cum he had been building up.

Naoya was now shamelessly moaning and grunting as you were hitting his sweet spot repeatedly. He arched his back to feel each thrust you did. Deciding to add to his pleasure you pumped his cock in your hand, making him throw his head back at the blissful feeling.

Toji kept thrusting into you, hitting your g-spot and making you throw your head back in satisfaction as well. Moans cascading out of your mouth a symphony. Your panted as your walls clenched around him as you were getting close to your orgasm.

"I'm cumming!" all three of your pleasured voices mixed at once as you reach your climax. Removing yourself from Naoya, his cum squirts all over his own chest.

Toji pulls out of you, cumming on your back all the while your legs tremble as you cum as well. "I fucking hated this," Naoya grunted out breathing heavily. You smirked at your fiancé and questioned him, "Wanna get your brains fucked again, you dumb crybaby pet?"

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Odyssey

Pairing: Poseidon!Armin x Reader

Genre: romance, smut

Warnings: slow-burn, minor character death, manipulation, stalking, possessiveness, Yandere behaviour, puppy play, piss play, body worship, throne sex, implied age-gap, oral(male receiving), hair pulling, collaring (without consent)

Word count: 9.8K

Synopsis: Armin’s quest for revenge leads him to you, daughter of a merchant and object of his infatuation.

Author’s note: thank you @bubbleteaimagines for hosting this collab and allowing me to join <3 Also, thank you @onyxoverride for teaching me how to write about pee!

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Present day:

If the river could speak, you wonder what it would say.

In the silence that surrounds the rushing of the water, you’re sure you would hear it. Sometimes, you’re sure you can hear it, but then you remember the dangers of trusting unfamiliar voices. Especially unfamiliar voices in a place like this.

No one goes near the river Shiganshina. And you forget the reasons why much too often.

It’s rocky, slippery, there’s no path to walk on, and the nymphs grow sharp teeth when men approach them, hissing and eyes glowing red. But that’s what makes it perfect for you.

Sasha first mentioned the river months ago, recalling the places on the island that her and her father avoided whenever they went hunting. You hadn’t paid much attention to it until days later, when Connie recounted with round eyes how Floch’s body was found beside the river Shiganshina, mouth full of water and eyes gouged out. You knew you needed to go there yourself.

A pearl necklace is what you stole. And under the guise of going to wash clothes at the well, you made your way south of your small island with only Sasha’s vague instructions and your intuition guiding you.

You could hear the ocean as you walked through the untouched woods, your heart hammering in your chest every time the waves crashed against the island’s cliffs. You weren’t allowed to see the ocean- you weren’t allowed to be around any large body of water, for that matter- but you still knew your island well enough to know that a step in the wrong place could lead you tumbling down the cliff.

You would die before you got to feel the water on your skin and that, you thought, would be the most tragic part.

As your feet began to sink into the muddy ground, you could smell the salty water, and a slight metallic scent behind it that only drew you in closer until you reached a clearing. It was small, crowded with foliage with only a few dead plants on the ground where you could only assume people had attempted to step foot.

And there was the river. It was small, its water emerging from underground before the tide pushed it to the edge of the island- to a waterfall. So loud that it could drown out any noise, any screams. You shivered. For a moment, you just stood back and watched. The water was was green, but so clear that you could still see the fish swimming beside the floating objects. Coins, silver, small statues, and whatever else hopefuls had tried to offer. You pulled out your own offering and whispered a short prayer before throwing the necklace in.

It could have been your imagination, but the water calmed. It was quieter. And, like that, you felt as if the river had opened up its arms to you. Strong arms that you have to be cautious not to spend too long within lest you get trapped.

Thankfully, you’ve learned to read the signs. You know when the river wants you to leave, when it wants you to keep your distance, when it wants to keep you close, and even when it wants you to bathe. Those are the special moments. It’s rare the river is calm enough for you to dip your naked body into, but surrounded by the cool water, you feel like you could stay their forever.

If the river could speak now, however, you’re sure it would tell you to fuck off.

Either that or it would tell you to come back when you have something more to offer its god than a single golden bead from your grandmother’s necklace. Only three are left on the thin string, though you think you might keep the last one to honour her death. After that, you’ll have to go back to offering coins and whatever other trinkets that will keep the god of this river sedated long enough for you to dip your feet into the cool water, maybe take a sip, and then return home before your father realises where you’ve been, much less where you’ve been unchaperoned.

The latter is hardly your fault. Sasha and Connie are too scared to step foot in the Shiganshina forest, let alone the river itself. And you can’t trust anyone else to accompany you, especially the servants whose tongue could slip at the drop of a golden coin. Your father would never forgive you for spending time in the territory of the God of the Ocean or- as he liked to call Armin- the destroyer of seas. And thus, being left alone seems to be the only way.

Well, that’s unless Mr Arlert decides to join you.

The owner of the stable who appeared on the island out of nowhere is the last person anyone would expect to be brave enough to spend time at the river Shiganshina. He mostly keeps to himself, only ever seen tending to his horses or immersed in scrolls of literature and poetry. And yet, he’s here almost as often as you are, almost as vulnerable as you are.

Despite his solitary nature, Mr Arlert has been quick to make himself adored. Mothers swoon over his charm, scholars constantly indulge in his curiosity, and sailors are fascinated by his knowledge of the world and its oceans. He’s no warrior, and already in his late twenties, but he’s still without a doubt one of the most eligible bachelors on Paradis. And, yet, to any marriage proposal sent his way, he declines with a polite “A husband is not what I am fated to become”. Even Annie Leonhardt- whose father Mr Arlert would constantly visit- had her heart broken. But no one blames Mr Arlert, of course, who was there to comfort Annie, to make her realise that she just needs to be a better person, that’s all. It’s not his fault her heart broke, Mr Arlert reassured.

Thinking about it now, you’re amongst the handful of women who haven’t been offered to the tall blond. And with that comes a sigh of relief as you drag your fingers through the water.

It’s not like you dislike him- the opposite, actually- but being with Mr Arlert is like taking the hand of an invisible man in the dark and letting him guide you.

His words constantly have your thoughts spiralling in directions that they shouldn’t be. Thoughts about leaving the island, thoughts about going to the ocean, thoughts about becoming a priestess. Thoughts you aren’t allowed to have.

You fate is bound to the home you were born in, a thick rope tied to your ankle, only letting you go as far as this very river. And Mr Arlert sits beside that rope, a knife in his hand, blue eyes staring into your soul, waiting. You’re not sure what he’s waiting for. But what you’re sure of is that to be taken away from the life you know of is an inconceivable fantasy. The unknown is a dangerous thing, after all.

The small island of Paradis may lie far away from the rest of the world, but their core values remain the same. A woman must grow up to either serve her father or her husband. Your fate has already been decided for you. And, frankly, if it means not having to share a bed with an old man who marries you for your dowry, you’re very happy with taking care of your father until the day that he’ll be put into the ground.

But then there’s always the third option. A woman who serves neither her father nor her husband will serve her god.

You had never been given that option by your god-hating kin. Simply suggesting a future as priestess would earn you at least five lashes, so why… why can’t you stop thinking about it? Your instincts have you blame Mr Arlert, but you know that your fixation began before he arrived on the island; all he’s done is vocalise your thoughts.

As a gust of wind blows the leaves and the salt from the sea gently caresses your cheek, you wonder who your god would be. Do you resonate with Pieck’s beauty, or Zeke’s creativity? Maybe. But as you look into your reflection, you know that your god is no other than Armin, the god of the ocean. The fates must think this is hilarious, but you just want to scream.

“It’s getting late. I wouldn’t want your father worrying about you.”

You jump at the sudden voice, turning around at the familiar face, leaning against a tree with a gentle smile.

“Thank you, Mr Arlert.”

His footsteps are so gentle, as are his apologies.

“You don’t need to thank me. I’ve come to invade your space, after all.”

“It’s not my space, it’s Armin’s. The god is only letting me stay here.”

He smiles a knowing smile, one that you would usually find patronising on any other man. But Armin is charming, too charming for you ever to think that of him. “I suppose you’re right.”

He comes to sit down beside you, taking his usual place at your right- the voice of reason. It’s quiet for a moment, before you remember.

“Lemnos,” you say.

The blond smiles. “I’m not named after a place.”

And you roll your eyes, as you’ve done every time he’s given you a useless hint. “That hardly narrows it down.”

“Well, I can’t make it too easy of a game.”

“You can’t make it impossible either!”

“It seems like I already have.” And you’re not sure if you want to wipe the smirk off his face or just stare at it.

“What about Tree?”

Arlert laughs. “No, but you have one guess left.”

“What?!” You sit up straight, eyes wide. Now you really want to wipe the smirk off his face.

“You have seven guesses, and in the eleven months we’ve known each other, you’ve used up six.” His explanation is calm and rational enough for you to almost convince yourself that the rule has been there from the start.

“Wait- wait. I never knew about this!”

“I thought everyone did. It’s traditional wager rules.” Mr Arlert’s tone is sorry, but you know he’s everything but. So, you cross your arms and pout, hoping that staring him down might at least give you the smallest chance of winning your wager.

He leans forward, mirthful and you feel a shiver go down your spine. “What is it, little puppy, sulking because you’re afraid you can’t win?”

You flush at the implication of your loss- “No- no not at all- no”- before registering his actual words are and only then can you feel the heat rise and you’re sure it’s doing you no service. “I know I can win!”

“I know you can too,” he assures you.

You frown. “Are you being sarcastic?”

It’s his turn to flush. “No, not at all! You can win- the water god favours you, after all.”

And although you shrug, his words stick. They always do.

Before you go home, you pass by Armin’s temple and place at the foot of his statue the remainder of your grandmother’s necklace.

A year ago:

Amrin knew how fickle the gods were and he thought that this knowledge made him impervious to those feelings. He watched how Eren jumped from woman to woman daily, how Reiner picked and chose his battles without a care, how every single fixation a deity would have never lasted more than a year. He thought of how stupid it was to spend a life of immortality indulging in such temporary pleasures. And he looked down on his kin for that very reason.

It was only after one argument too many that Armin finally let it slip. The god of the sea was usually quiet, offering soft smiles, casual conversation, and minimal conflict. That was his only rule: keeps quiet before the gods of the pantheon as he takes his anger out on the humans below. But that day, he forgot about his rule.

Maybe it was the years of silence that caused the Eathshaker’s outburst, or maybe it was just Eren’s bored expression as he talked about his mistresses in front of Mikasa. Armin couldn’t take it. Gathered at a marble table beside all the Olympians, he scowled and told them how stupid they all were.

“Don’t you realise? You’re all wasting your immortality by being so idiotic, so fickle! Everything you touch becomes a temporary pleasure, ruined by your inability to act like real gods.”

He should have stopped; he really should have stopped. But the crack in the glass bridge had been there for years, and now the shards of glass were dropping down into the sea. “You might as well be human!”

The room went silent. Eyes went wide, and mouths gaped, but the gods opted for silence. Every deity wanted to speak up, maybe even draw their swords, but they were more intelligent than Armin was in that moment, which was more unusual than one might think. He had never snapped so violently before. Armin may have been aggressive, but he knew his place. Knew when to be docile. Now, he felt like he could crumble Olympus itself with his rage and bury the Olympians with their dead parents.

The king of the gods, however, leaned forward. His emerald eyes were unmoving, devoid of emotion though his lips tilted into a monstrous grin.

“You’re just as fickle as the rest of us, brother,” was all Eren said.

When Armin lunged at him, knocking the fine glass off the table, it was Mikasa who pinned him down. Arms locked behind his back, all Armin could do was watch as mirth flooded Eren’s face, and the god of the sky laughed. The bastard laughed and laughed and licked the small wound on his hand from a shard of glass. It healed immediately. Even their pain was temporary.

And like he had been doing for the past millennia, Armin found solice in his only rule: if he couldn’t take out his rage on his brother, Armin would take out his frustration elsewhere.

His first instinct was to find a woman, but the thought of seeking out temporary pleasure, from a mistress no less, reminded him too much of Eren. So, he descended to earth, trident in one hand as the other gripped the reigns of his horse and they rode for three days and three nights. That’s all it took for the god of the sea to find what he was looking for- someone deserving of his hatred.

There are many humans like the merchant. But most of their hatred is silent. And when it’s not, blasphemy often falls upon deaf ears. The merchant just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time when his drunk rambles led him up on the deck screaming out Armin’s name like it was venom in his throat, until he could scream no more. He was drunk, but the merchant’s hatred for the god of the sea did not cease when he was sober.

And when Armin heard his name, the god wasted no time calling forth a storm to sink the merchant’s ship. He took care to ensure that the arrogant man watched each and every one of his men be swallowed whole, their bodies only resurfacing lifeless, before the storm calmed.

It took five days for the merchant to swim back to his island.

He never returned to the sea.

As the weeks passed, he relocated his home to help him stay away from any body of water and made sure that his family followed suit.

But Armin followed, and the merchant’s father died weeks later with saltwater water found in his lungs.

Unfortunately, that was not enough to sedate the god of the sea’s need for vengeance. Fortunately, it was not enough to sedate the merchant’s hatred either. The hubris didn’t leave him. Instead, it just grew and grew and grew until the merchant considered himself more of a god than Armin would ever be.

“Oh, oh.” Armin couldn’t help but smile as he watched the man urinate before his temple. “This is perfect, so perfect.”

Armin was going to show his uncaring brother how different he was from the rest of the miserable Olympians. As he stood above the island of Paradis, golden hair blowing in the ocean wind, the god vowed to begin his Odyssey. An eternal Odyssey. A journey that would last longer than the ten fleeting years he had with the Greek hero- a journey that would last longer than the universe itself.

And he knew exactly where to begin. A man’s most valuable possession: his child.

It was only after your grandfather’s death that Armin noticed you. When he first began watching the merchant’s household, under the guise of either a guest or a bird, he had been surprised to learn that the blasphemous man had no wife, nor children. Armin only realised his mistake one night, when you came to lay a blanket on the drunk man’s barely conscious body. The merchant had pulled you towards him, muttering apologies and you had wrinkled your nose before offering him a soft smile. “It’s okay, papa”.

A daughter sheltered from the world, it seemed.

The god had initially thought you were one of the servants. There were only two in the house, and your tasks were all similar. But as Armin began to watch you closer, he saw how you did have a life outside your home with friends, interests, men- a life your father was blissfully unaware of.

The merchant hardly left home- playing the part of the sick man- and you took care of him- playing the part of your dead mother- in a happy sort of agreement.

You didn’t speak about it to your friends, but you detested your doting role. Armin could tell. The way you wrinkled your nose every time your father walked through the door, the eye-roll when you were given a load of laundry. The god couldn’t help by laugh at how pathetic the merchant was that not even his only daughter- his lifeline- cared for him. The merchant didn’t know, of course. Your fake smiles and gentle hands were enough to deceive him, keep him sane. But Armin was going to break that pattern.

The merchant didn’t deserve the care of a woman. He didn’t deserve anything. So, Armin was going to take you away from him.

His initial plan was to kill you. Simple, efficient, quick. And then he thought of dumping your body somewhere far so that the search for you would break your father’s spirit even more. He hesitated, though, he wasn’t sure why, but he did. And then, you changed your routine.

After meeting up with the two individuals you called your friends at the Sunday market- instead of going back home- you carried on walking. Through the houses on the outskirts and into the dense trees, you almost stung your sandal-clad feet twice before reaching a river. The river had no god of itself, but you still threw in an offering and muttered. Stupid human. And then you sat beside the river and- nothing. Your routine was boring, obviously a ritual to let you escape from reality. Yet, he couldn’t tear away from you. The woman at the river Shiganshina was a different one than the woman who served her father. The one here relaxed her shoulders, cursed at the world around her, smiled- albeit randomly but it was real. He decided there that he would kill you tomorrow.

But when, the next day, you led him back to the river, Armin was lost in you again. Lost in your honestly, lost in your need to escape. He wanted to see more, he needed to see more. Metaphorically, of course. But when you began undressing, the pleated robes dropping to reveal soft skin and tender curves, the god of the sea realised that he wouldn’t mind literally seeing more of you. Armin had been with goddesses and nymphs and, hell, even Aphrodite herself, but never had he been this awestruck. He had to hold himself back. Even though the way you were bathing made it seem like you were worshipping him, water dripping from your body, wet hair hiding the swell of your breasts. Armin’s breath stuttered. He couldn’t reveal himself. He couldn’t.

So, he watched, and watched. Trying desperately to take in everything you were from a distance. Armin didn’t count the number of times he visited you before finally decided that killing you was no longer an option. He told himself that his change of mind was progressive. A practical choice to draw out his revenge into the most painful and convoluted Odyssey. To do that, he couldn’t kill you. No. He was going to take you for himself. Armin was going to turn the daughter of the merchant into a servant of the one God he detested.

Putting the thought into your mind was pathetically easy. As you walked past his temple on your way home, an echo of laughter emerged from the marble building. You paused for only a moment, but it was enough for Armin to catch the look in your eyes. It was one of longing, mixed with a curiosity that threatened to pull you in. But you seemed to catch yourself in the act and hastened yourself home.

And so, Armin’s true Odyssey began.

For his journey to progress, he had to meet you. Not as a bird or a horse or through glances as a guest. He had to meet you properly. This was the only way to draw you in, he told himself. The only way for you to submit completely and willingly.

Armin could have forced you too your knees, but he had to ensure that your father watched has his daughter chose Armin over him. And chose Armin you would. Every piece was in perfect place. The fates seemed to have woven a beautiful cloth of gold for the god of the sea.

What he failed to realise was that the cloth was in fact a snare- a trap which he will never be able to escape from.

Eleven months ago:

A short gust of wind had the pears in your thin basket tumbling down onto the rocky ground. You rushed after the fruit, crouching down to pick it up when a shadow appeared, and a hand reached out to pick it up for you. The sandal-clad feet were pale- paler than anyone living on this warm island and the robes a fine, ironed white. He somehow seemed to glow brighter than his clothes, and you purposefully let your fingers graze his as you picked up the fruit.

“Thank you,” you said, standing up.

You were hoping that he wouldn’t catch your staring. But even if he did, you couldn’t tear your eyes off him. He was lean, taller than you but not intimidatingly so and his eyes were like oceans that you found yourself staring into as he introduced himself as Mr Arlert. Just Mr Arlert. The new owner of the stables with a voice so soft, it took a moment before you remembered to introduce yourself.

“Y/N. And thank you, again.” It isn’t appropriate for an unmarried woman to be talking to a man on her own, but you couldn’t help but ask. “Do you have a first name Mr Arlert?”

His smile was contagious. “I do. But names are a powerful thing. I’m afraid I can’t give mine up freely.”

“Oh.” You scrunched your nose. “Can I pay for it then?”

You were dead serious, but the blond man laughed. How can someone look so pretty when they laugh? You wondered.

“I’m serious! I can pay you; name your price.”

Mr Arlert looked down at you, blue eyes twinkling. “I’ll think about it.”

“So, is that a no?”

“It’s a no, for now. One day I’ll tell you my name.”

He was sweet, so sweet, but you still gave him a sceptical frown, nose scrunching and eyebrows furrowing. Mr Arlert in turn gave you a sorry look before his eyes lit up and he pulled out from his brown satchel a small book of yellowed pages and a dusty blue cover, the gold embossing hardly visible. You nose only scrunched further.

“My name is in this story. It’s mentioned few times, but it’s an important one,” he said to you.

You took the book and flipped through the worn pages, immediately recognising the tale of Aphrodite and Ares. The lovers.

Why the challenge? You wanted to ask Mr Arlert but you knew the answer you your get would be too cryptic. Besides, you think, I like a challenge.

“How long do I have?” You asked instead.

“A year and a day.”

“And what will I get if I figure it out?”

At this, he pondered. But it seemed feigned, and you wondered, just for a split second, if the man had planned this from the beginning. But why? This was another one of your questions that went unanswered that day. Because before you could say anything more, Mr Arlert leaned forward and said, “Your reward will be divine”. And he walked away.

Nine months ago:

Life was well after Armin arrived. There was no other way to put it. Your father was confining himself to his room more often than before, and you were finding more opportunities to visit the river, leave the house and, eventually, you met the handsome baker’s son. Jean was kind, a gentleman, but not the arrogant type like most the men your age. You didn’t even feel too much guilt when you thought that spending a future with Jean- taking care of him and his home- wouldn’t be too bad. It’s quite pathetic that your life had been reduced to not being “too bad”, but the idea of marrying Jean sat on the comfortable line between reality and fantasy. Safety.

And then you were visited at the river.

Mr Arlert wasn’t even surprised to find you there, he had just smiled and sat beside you as you clenched your fists and forced yourself to smile back at him. You had always enjoyed him, his company, his challenges, but now it was like he was provoking you. The river Shiganshina was your river, your special place away from the hellscape that was the town. And now Mr Arlert had brought himself and his ordinary life into it.

You pulled your sandals back on, the crease in your brow evident. He clearly couldn’t get the hint. But before you could stand up, he spoke, and you paused.

“I wish I could jump in and swim away,” he said.

Curiosity got the best of you, as it often did with the man.

“The waterfall would kill you.”

The awkward laugh again. It had an effect on you so that your jaw couldn’t help but unclench. “If it means that I get to touch a waterfall, I wouldn’t mind, you know?”

You knew. You knew exactly what he meant. But you didn’t tell him.

“Didn’t take you as the suicidal type,” you said.

“I might get saved, who knows.”

“If you’re counting on me to jump after you, I’m letting you know I won’t.”

“I know,” he laughed. “I was thinking of more of a divine rescue.”

You finally looked at him, and- unsurprisingly- his blue eyes were glued to yours. What was surprising was his unwavering tone, his straight face. Mr Arlert was being serious. Why was he opening up to you this suddenly? So far, your interactions had consisted of him staring, you trying to guess his name, and him continuing to stare. In that order. You knew there was more to him, but it’s only now that you found yourself wanting to seek that out.

“You think Armin would save you?” You didn’t miss Arlert’s smile.

“I’m hoping I’ve gained his favour- done enough for him to allow me freedom via waterfall.”

It was your turn to smile. “You probably have, You’re at the temple often.”

“Thank you.” He blushed and you quickly pushed down the thought of how cute he looked. Sitting beside you, trousers rolled up and feet in the water, Mr Arlert looked more than cute. He looked like he belonged. You weren’t sure how that made you feel but, in that moment, you didn’t mind him entering your world.

“I think you would also be saved if you jumped into the waterfall,” Mr Arlert said.

You laughed. “Is that your way of saying I’m a nice person?”

“Something like that.” He paused. “I think Armin would appreciate your- uh- honesty. You’re like a priestess.” He laughs nervously at your expression. “You know, they have this personal affinity with the water and such.”

You knew exactly what he meant. How a stranger could read you so perfectly, you weren’t sure. But as you hid your smile between your hands, you wondered whether you were prepared to face the fear of the unknown. Maybe, with Mr Arlert, it would be a bit less unknown.

A few days later, Jean was announced missing. A search party was sent out and even Mr Arlert, on his recently acquired brown horse, couldn’t find him.

Present day:

Armin isn’t sure if he likes playing the part of the nice boy or not. Humans are simple creatures who praise him continuously and, without divine responsibilities, there is no need to take his rage out anywhere. But a god is who he is, and every day, he yearns to be seen as one. To be seen as one by you. He watches as you worship him, but you never look at him- not like you do the statues, or even the small river which you think is your only true connection to the god of the ocean.

You both want more, and you both know that, but you only ever admit it to each other when you sit beside that very river. There, in those moments, Armin feels a bit more like a god. Whenever he’s around you, he feels a bit more like a god.

He’s told you before, but your perfect honesty has made it easy for him to unravel around you. He wants to unravel around you in other ways, too, and he wants you to unravel around him. Armin can’t count the number of times he’s sat beside you at the riverside and wanted to do nothing more than to kiss those lips of yours, to press the hard cock that he hides inside of you and watch as your eyes roll back, and you call out his name.

But the God of the Sea is not Eren. Armin will earn you. And he’s very close to doing so. Not Mr Arlert. You have no interest in human men, that much is clear. You yearn for something more powerful. And you’re right. Only a god is worthy enough to stand beside you, lay between your legs, be in your arms. Mr Arlert is simply a means to push you to realising that the god in question is Armin.

In the meantime, he’s been nothing but patient.

It’s only when you come to his door one night, eyes puffy and red, that he lays his hands on you for the first time. He rubs your back as you cry and cry, fat tears refusing stop falling. You tell him about bout your father. About how, since he got better, he’s been refusing to let you out of the house, snapping at every moment and accusing you of being a filthy god-worshipper.

“He s-sai-d- he said we’re ‘gonna move away- said we’re gonna get as far away from the s-sea as possible.” You can hardly speak, though the tears have stopped, your voice still shakes violently. But Armin listens, he holds you close to him and repeats that everything is going to be fine.

You can’t stop thanking him as you leave, and he promises that his door is always open for you. “Whenever you call for me, I’m here,” Armin tells you. “Right beside you, always,” he adds as he watches you walk away.

He’s reached a new chapter of this Odyssey.

Present day:

You suppose your father’s death should have been expected. He was an old man, obviously depressed, and his only lifeline was his daughter who hated him.

You also suppose you should feel guilty. You don’t.

Familiar faces give their condolences and whisper questions of what is to happen to you now. You only pay heed to Sasha and Connie, though, who give you a soft hug before Sasha tells you that her family would be happy to take you in. You reassure her and everyone else that you have a plan, though your best friends are the only ones who seem to believe you.

“I heard Marie has a son who’s single, maybe they can-“

“You’re not actually talking about marriage here are you?”

“Well, the girl is all alone in the world, now! She needs a man to lead her on the right path.”

The old women are wrong, so very wrong. You don’t need a man. You’re fucking sick of men- sick of them all- everything they’ve created and everything they stand for.

What you need is a god.

The head priestess of Armin’s temple in unsurprised when you knock on her door with nothing but a bag and the clothes on your body. Those clothes are burned soon after, along with many of your other things, leaving your old life behind.

She tells you that you’re lucky there’s a place for you. The last priestess left running off with a man, “Which is a cardinal sin”, she makes sure to repeat every-so-often. The head priestess seems to hate men more than you do, sneering whenever Connie comes by.

Sasha and Connie are unsurprisingly shocked at your choice of work and even if they visit almost every day, they always tell you that they miss you. They think you’ve come the temple out of desperation- everyone does- and you let them believe. Because despite cleaning the marble floors or whatever other arduous duty you’ve been given, a smile is never far as you realise that you’re free from man. Indeed, explaining the truth to anyone would be far too difficult.

Well, except one person.

You’ve never missed anyone before. Not with your father keeping you so sheltered for most of your life. But as you push through the Head Priestess’ relentless schedule, you can’t help but miss Mr Arlert. He disappears after your father’s funeral, so you leave him a note at the empty stable with your final guess. You like to think he decided to follow his own path, you also like to think that he too wishes you were beside him, a guide in the unknown.

Present day:

The room is a box of marble, with a throne sat upon a dais at the centre and one fountain at every corner, each one sculped into a horse. The object of your interests, however, is the large bowl of water on the floor in front of the throne.

This is your initiation. You will emerge from this room not as an apprentice, but a Priestess.

You kneel down and lift the pot of clay to your lips. The head priestess kept on repeating how important it is to not put it down until you’re finished. So, you gulp the water down until you can see the image of Armin. You’re the one who selected the pot, with its faded paint depicting Armin and Hange’s fight for patronage of Sina. It’s a powerful image, but when you put the pot down, you come face to face with something very different. Armin is standing in a room-this room, you realise- and crouched down before him is a young woman, looking up in awe. It takes bit longer of a moment for you to realise that the woman is you.

Looking up slowly from the pot, the first thing you see is sandal-clad feet. Golden sandals, just as fine as the robes he wears, draped in perfect waves. The first word you think of to describe him is divine and it’s indeed accurate because-

“Mr Arlert.” Your voice is barely above a whisper.

But you know that’s not correct. The man- no, not a man- before you is taller than Mr Arlert, by a foot and a half at least. His muscles are more prominent that the stable boy’s ever were, strong legs visible through the large slit between the layers of fabric draped over the god’s figure. Half of his shoulder-length hair is tied back using a golden pin whilst the rest frames his perfect, perfect face. You can’t help but think that Armin looks nothing like his statues- no medium of art could capture the ocean within his eyes, glowing in the dull light of the room. Then again, the stories didn’t capture the way the god acts either.

“Armin,” you say, this time your voice louder.

Now, you know.

His sad smile is familiar, but there’s something there that never was. “Oh dear,” he says. “I’m afraid you’ve lost out wager.”

Armin can’t help but compare you to a puppy, with large eyes staring up at him from your crouched position and an expression a perfect mix of excitement, curiosity, and shock.

You reach out a hand tentatively, but it hovers in the air between the two of you once you notice Armin’s raised brow. But he doesn’t rebuke you for it. After all, it’s only your first encounter with the god. He can’t expect you to behave perfectly, to adopt the right etiquette- no, he’ll have to train you first. Like he would a baby mutt. The thought makes him smile.

“I’ll accept any consequences, my god,” you say. Your voice sounds so sure of itself, so unlike your usual ramblings, those that Armin could and would listen to for hours. Right now, though, the certainty, it’s laced with desire that sends blood rushing south. You don’t notice. You’re too lost in his eyes to notice anything.

When he places his hand on your chin to hold it up, he can feel you shiver. “Such a perfect little worshipper,” he says. “I couldn’t possibly punish you.”

Armin can swear he sees disappointment in your eyes before he turns around and walks up the dais. The marble of the throne is cold beneath him, but the sight of you looking up at him with such longing is enough to warm him up. Now, Armin is sure you’ve noticed his growing erection because you crawl towards the dais, not yet climbing it, but close enough to see and lick your lips.

“Let me thank you at least, Armin.” He almost groans at the sound of his name. God, he wants to hear you say it over and over.

“Come here.”

And you climb up the dais only to pause before Armin leans forward and grabs your hips. Two lips, as if led by an invisible string, meet. You kiss like you’ve been waiting years for Armin and, in a way, you have. His tongue is inside your mouth quickly and he’s kissing, sucking, letting his teeth gently graze your lips as he revels in the feeling of you. As your bodies lean against each other, you can feel his heart hammering against your own. His chest is stone, but his lips are so soft and your hands find his golden hair. It’s also softer than it looks, and Armin can’t help but let out a moan as you gently tug.

When you pull back, his pupils are blown. “Thank me, then,” Armin says, breathless.

Sitting between his legs, your hand is tiny compared to his cock, and you can’t stop staring at it. Long and somewhat slender, but veiny with a flushed red top- he can see you gulp before you take an experimental lick at him. Armin’s hold on your hair only tightens and you look up at him, doe eyed and seemingly innocent.

“Put it in your mouth, pretty girl,” he says, guiding your head gently. “So obedient- Yes, exactly, just like-ah- just like that.”

But he doesn’t need to push down- no- he lets you set your own pace only because you do it so perfectly, almost as perfect as the wet noises you make. Armin doesn’t have time to be surprised, he’s just able to react fast enough to suppress his own moans so he can hear your wet tongue caress the base of his cock, as your lips create the perfect o-shape to accommodate him. Your drool is everywhere in a matter of seconds- his balls are coated with it, and so is your lap, where the spit seeps through the thin white fabric you call a robe.

“Like a puppy,” he murmurs. And you look up quizzically. “You’re drooling over me like a desperate puppy- a puppy in heat,” he grunts. “You just want to please me, don’t you? ‘S alright, puppy, I’ll let you do that.”

If you could nod your head, you would. Instead, your cheeks burn, and Armin is so lost in the way that you look- not even able to take his entire cock in his mouth- that his hips begin to buck unconsciously. He hits the back of your throat, and you gag at the sudden impact, but he hisses and murmurs “What a good, wet hole. So good, good-”

The earthshaker is afraid that if he speaks any louder, his voice will slur into incomprehensible sultry sounds. But as you struggle to take his cock even deeper into his mouth, he lets out groans that go straight between your own legs. You moan around him, and the reverberations make his head roll back. God, you could stare at him forever. And he would let you.

“Look at me,” he says whenever your eyes go astray. “Look at your god.”

As his hips buck more violently, Armin can feel the pressure in his lower stomach, the impending orgasm and he wants to stop- wants to hold out the way he always has. But he can’t, it’s too much and he just cannot pull out of you. He simply pushes further and further into your tight throat, repeating your name like it’s a blessing. “fuck, puppy, ‘m going to- I’m going to cum down your throat. You want that, do you you’re your god’s cum- ah, fuck, ahhh”-

Pushing your head down to the base, both of his hands at the back of your head, Armin cries out you name and you can feel the warm liquid go down your throat, thick ropes filling up your mouth, some of it dribbling out. Armin reflexively pushes it back in your mouth, ordering you to swallow it all, to show how grateful you are. Of course, you oblige. But before you can even regain your breath, Armin suddenly pulls you off his cock. His pupils are dilated, and he wears an expression- anger? Shock?

“You’re not a virgin,” he hisses, teeth gritting against each other. His breath is frantic, uneven. It’s not a question and you begin to recognise his expression. Rage. “You’ve done this before.”

Fuck.

The God of the sea has his fair share of consorts and mistresses. Some of them virgins- though he never chases them the way Eren does- some of them not, but none have made him cum so fast. He would like to blame it on the year of pining, of restraint, but he knows better. It’s you. You do this him. You make him so wild, so willing, so pliant even.

In that moment, as he looks your worried face, so desperate to please, he thinks that he’ll never be able to let it go. You’ve consumed Armin and he wants to do nothing more than burn eternally. You must understand that- that you exist as his beacon, that’s where you’ll be your happiest, but those thoughts are too complex for a human. You, in your fragile state, can’t understand. It’s alright, he’ll just have to show you bit by bit that you’re his. But to do so, he must first take on the role he’s familiar with. That of the punisher.

“Who is he?” Armin snaps.

“It was only-“

“Who is he?”

You pause. Memories of nights spent together, huddled close and trying to keep quiet already fading. “Berthrolt Hoover.”

Armin’s shoulders relax, “I see.”

His breathing slowly goes back to normal, and, at the back of your mind, you know you’ve signed the young warrior’s death. But your worry is fleeting as Armin grabs you by the neck and hoists you over his knees, laying you down on your stomach effortlessly. “A priestess who isn’t a virgin?”

You look up as see Armin’s familiar sweet smile, but it’s laced with mirth that makes you forget the Mr Arlert he was before. You cry out at the first slap of his hand on your ass, more out of surprise than pain.

“I don’t think the people of Paradis will be very happy to hear that,” he says. “An unmarried woman giving herself away to a pathetic boy.”

Slap!

“I’m sorry!” you cry out. “It was a mis-”

He slaps you thrice.

“No excuses, dumb little puppy. I’m afraid you’ll have to endure this punishment.” His voice is deceptively soft, as if he is actually sorry. And when you look back up at Armin, his face betrays no malice. But it doesn’t show any cruelty either. Instead, there’s a fascination.

Armin has you sprawled across his lap, at his mercy and he is discovering you bit by bit. As a god. His cock twitches and then suddenly he tugs off the fabric of your robes and they disappear.

The way you squirm is half- hearted, and Armin has to laugh. “Embarrassed? Now of all times? I didn’t know you were such a prude. Or is this all just to compensate for the fact that you’re a whore in my temple?”

You shake your head, “I swear, I’ve never belonged to any man!”

Fingers trace the expanse of your naked body, soft enough to send shivers down your spine. “Oh? Really?”

“Yes yes, I swear, ah!” His fingers find your naked ass and they grab onto the flesh, massaging, groping, feeling you. Armin’s other hand rests on top of your head, stroking it gently and you’re so lost in his touch that you almost forget to speak.

“I belong to no man, I never have. Only you. It’s always been you, Armin.”

The god’s eyes widen, and he gently pulls you up from his lap only to seat you on it, upright and, this time, there’s so much more to admire. “You’re right,” he says. Armin captures your lips and this time, it’s longer, rougher. He doesn’t want to pull back, doesn’t want to lose the feeling of your soft lips against his, but his hands have already found your breasts and soon, his tongue joins them. You moan as he begins to lap at your breasts, leaving hickeys and spit in his wake as his finally finds your nipples and begins sucking them like a child as you whine and lean into him.

“You do belong to me,” he finally says, his voice partially muffled as he loses himself in the worship your breasts. “You’ve always belonged to me.”

And you can do nothing more than nod your head as your fingers tangle in Armin’s hair and you’re pulled into another kiss. His hand goes down your body, squeezing every single mound of flesh as if it needs to be touched so that when he finds your cunt, Armin can’t help but smile at how wet you are.

“Already, but I’ve hardly done anything to you?”

What a liar, but you don’t have a chance to tell him before he plunges a finger inside of you. “Oh, puppy, my puppy,” he groans at the contact the same time you moan, pushing your hips against his digits. “You like my fingers like that inside of you?”

“Yes, yes, I do, I really love them- it feels, oh my god, it feels too good!” you grip his shoulders, unable to do anything but desperately buck your hips at the smiling Armin. He knows what he’s doing, he knows that his fingers are giving you just that satisfaction, but it’s still not enough to bring you over the edge.

“Please Armin, please.” You squeeze his shoulders.

“Tell me what you want, tell me, I’ll give it to you- I swear.”

“I want to feel you, all- ah- all of you. I need to feel you inside of me!”

You’re not sure at which moment Armin removes his robes, but as he moves both of your legs so that you’re straddling him, your hands are on his bare, lean chest. The god’s nipples are flushed pink and pert, practically calling to you and you respond by brushing your fingers over them and watching him twitch ever-so-slightly in response. You withhold the urge to take them into your mouth, even as Armin rubs his cock against your cunt, releasing the sweetest of sounds.

He’s already leaking precum and it mixes with your juices so perfectly, his cock being dragged back and forth, only making you gush even more. “So messy,” he mumbles as he uses his tip to spreads your juices across your thighs. At this point, you can practically feel it throbbing, ready to be sheathed inside of you and the whimpers of your desperation echo against the temple walls.

When Armin slips inside of you, simultaneous gasps escape your lips. The god pulls your body closer to his as you throw your head back, stars in your eyes.

“Look,” he whispers. “Look how easily I slip in- it’s- it’s like your cunt is made for me.”

“Armin,” you whisper back. “Armin, Armin- ah- Armin.”

He sinks you down slowly, the stretch hitting every single spot that leaves your legs practically limp. The god is holding you up, whispering his own mantra that you can’t hear over your bliss. Once inside, your eyes look lock with Armin’s and he’s staring at you in a way he’s never done before. You’ve never seen pupils so dilated and the two of you stay like that as if making up for the moments when you should have been connected in this way. An eternity, it seems, the two of you have needed each other.

“I’m your god,” Armin finally says. “I’m your god and- hng ah-” He begins moving you up and down his shaft. “And I’m going to make you cum all over this cock- okay? All over your god’s cock.”

You nod your head pathetically as he lifts your hips and slams them down against his own. He is strong, ruthless in the way he bucks his hips up every time he lifts you from his cock, as if he can’t bare the empty feeling of not having your tight pussy clamped around him. At this relentless pace, you’re sure that the sound of your connecting bodies could penetrate even these marble walls. And yet, you don’t hold back. Thanks and praises spill from your swollen lips and Armin can’t help but lean forward and push his tongue between your mouth, as if he can absorb all of your word. “So good, so good, it’s- uah- I just want more, more of your cock, you fill me up so good!”

Armin can’t deny you. He pushes your thighs to your chest and picks up your entire body to fuck himself. He manoeuvres your body like a toy and as your tongue rolls out and your eyes become glassy, you begin to look like one too. The only sounds coming out of your mouth are incomprehensible, even as Armin attaches his mouth to one of your bouncing tits, you can only squeal.

“Such a good puppy,” he says between kisses. “Letting me use her holes like this. A god using a puppy’s holes- you should be- you should be grateful! Tell me, tell me you’re grateful!”

“I am!” you cry out. “I am grateful!”

“Good girl, good puppygirl.”

When Armin flips you over, you’re sat on his throne and he fucks into you harder, harder than he was doing before, and you swear his moans are louder too. He’s looking down at the movement of your stomach as if hypnotized by the way his cock disappears into you. And, in a way, he is. The fascination of being inside of you- just the idea even- is enough to make him want to cum.

The sudden position has him hitting new spots and the build-up is so fast, you hardly have the time to warn him. “Armin, Armin I’m cum-“

He grabs your face as you release around his cock, body spasming but unable to look away as Armin’s gaze burns through you. “Good girl,” he says. “Show me, show me how you cum. Just like that, just like that.”

He continues to plough his hips into yours and the spasms of your pussy leave him unable to hold back. “Inside of you,” he practically growls. “I’m going to cum inside of you- yes, yes, yes I am puppy. I’m going to cum inside of you and you’re going to show me how you take it yeah?”

You’re too far gone to even register the implications of what he’s saying, but he buries his cock in your warm walls and releases his cum inside of you with a heavy groan. “Just like that, just like that- I’m going to fill you up with my seed, puppy, my puppy.”

Armin feels like he’s emptied his balls- two powerful orgasms which leave his legs shaking violently. And yet, he pulls out of you slowly and stands back up to his full height, cock in front of your face. Almost instinctively, you rub your cheek against it, giving Armin soft kitten licks and he coos at you, stroking your hair. But he doesn’t push, he just holds his cock there and pumps softly as he stares at your fucked out face. Messy, covered in his spit, his hickeys, his bites, his cum- you look perfect, divine. Only one thing is missing. “I’m going to give you everything I have, puppy. And you’re going to take it, okay?” You nod and open your mouth for him and, immediately, a strong stream of pee emerges.

At the bitter taste on your tongue, your eyes roll back, and you spread your legs even wider, a welcome to the mess he is about to make. Armin accepts and angles his cock to release his pee over your chest, then your stomach, and then your already-throbbing cunt. He lifts a foot to rest on the throne and Armin doesn’t think he’s even seen such a beautiful sight in his life.

As if guided by an implicit will, Armin’s foot hovers on top of you and suddenly, he presses against your lower stomach. Your eyes snap back into focus as you whine out for him to wait, wait just a moment “I just had water,” you cry out. “It’s gonna- It’s gonna come out!”

But Armin simply grins. “Let it come out,” he says and presses his foot down harder. “Pee yourself dumb little mutt, be a good puppy for your owner.” The trickle that emerges is involuntary, but Armin’s grin is wider. “Yes, good girl, just like that. Let me see more, let me see more of you.”

The pressure that was holding the bowl of water back broke and you felt the warm liquid against your thighs before you realise what’s happening. Armin practically moans as he watches you whimper and struggle to hold your pee back as it spreads over the throne, the dais, and even Armin himself. He doesn’t stop until you’ve given it all to him.

You expect Armin to disappear.

You’ve given him everything. His goal is complete, you think, he has nothing more to do with you. But, as he has done many times before, the god surprises you. Armin’s body is heavy against yours when he collapses on top of you, but the weight is comforting. Despite the malaise of urine and cum rubbing against both of your bodies, you wrap your arms around the god of the ocean and hold him close.

Even as you close your eyes and lean your head back on the marble throne, Armin doesn’t leave you. Even as you open your eyes back up and see blue ones staring back at you, the look he gives you is so familiar and long hair in such unfamiliar disarray that you can’t help but smile.

He doesn’t ask why. Instead, Armin calls forth a stream of warm water from the adjacent fountain to clean the both of you. It feels like a fever dream the way floating droplets caress your bodies, and when Armin stands you up, his hands not leaving you, the perfume that suddenly envelops you is heavenly.

“Can I give you a last kiss, please?” you ask when your robe appears once again. And Armin leans forward to capture your lips, dragging his tongue on your bottom lip as if to taste you.

It doesn’t feel like a final kiss. You’ve had many of them- Jean, Sasha, Berthrold, your father, and even your mother, though you can’t remember it. This kiss is different. It feels less like a kiss and more like a promise, a vow. a shiver runs down your spine.

“I am your god,” he says and lifts his both of his hands slowly to wrap around your neck. “And you’re my worshipper.” You gasp as a cold sensation spreads around your neck, just below Armin’s fingers. It’s sudden, and heavy and when he removes his hands, yours fly to your neck and there’s a metal band there where there was none before.

“It’s sculpted from Hephaestus’ gold,” Armin says as he strokes his fingers along the metal. But he’s not looking at his gift, instead he looks at you.

“Armin- I- this is. But why?”

For the first time, he can’t read your expression. But it doesn’t matter. You belong to him. You always have, but now you know. And if it takes time for you to understand, Armin can wait. He’ll wait right beside you, always, always there to guide you.

“This is not the end of my Odyssey. My Odyssey is eternal,” he says before giving you another short kiss and disappearing, the warmth of his lips still present.

The gods might not all be fickle, you think, so you just smile sadly. But the gods are all selfish, so you touch the collar around your neck.

A/N: This is my first ever collab and I was- as still am- a bit insecure about how this story turned out so I appreciate all of your support ❤️. I would also like to apologise to my fellow history nerds for the historical inaccuracies.

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spencerreidscoffeecup · 3 years

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Daydreams Turn to Reality (fluffy/smut)

Summary: Autistic! Reader has a meltdown at the office.. Thankfully, her teammate Dr. Spencer Reid was nearby to help.

CW: Sensory overload, Autistic meltdown, crying, mentions to weight of reader (spencer picks her up), grinding

AN: Hello everyone! I hope you enjoy this one-shot! I have been in a deep depressive state for a few weeks, but I finally am feeling better to start writing again.. Aka start writing more chapters for “Beautifully Broken”! Love you all! <3

Word Count: 4800

Spencer’s POV:

Ever since I was young, I have had an active imagination.

Perhaps it was the myriad of books my mother had read to me every night before bed. Or maybe it was the fact that my daydreams had always been better than my real life.

But that’s what daydreams are, right? An escape from the real-world to a better reality.

Up until the moment that I met her, I had only ever found myself dreaming of dragons and aliens. Sure, I had my visions of a happier life, but I really only dreamt of preternatural creatures. However now, I found myself only dreaming of her.

I mean, how could I not?

She was perfect.

Her voice sounded of wind chimes on a warm, breezy summer afternoon. Like soft strings being strung by a violinist. Her voice moved life honey; slow and sweet, and always sticking to me. Her laugh sounded like the most ethereal ring, a certain stubborn blush always rising up my face once I heard the noise. And don’t even get me started on how beautiful she was. She looked like the golden, joyous rays of sunshine that shone through the clouds on a previously rainy and cold day; immediately filling your senses with warmth and light. She smelled of sticky cinnamon buns, sweet Georgia peaches, and laundry just pulled out of the dryer. She lit up any dull room with her alacrity; her energy was palpable.. It was also contagious.

Any aloof person that would never smile, seemed to have a brighter life whenever she entered into their vicinity.

I dreamt of what it would be like to kiss her. How would her lips feel against mine? Would the kiss move like her voice; slow and sweet? Or would it match her giddy energy and be stuttery and erratic? Maybe both?

These thoughts always seemed to take up every square inch of my mind, every minute of every single day.

In the past, I may have dreamt of fictional creatures, but now I was dreaming of fictional scenarios with the angelic woman that sat in front of me at her desk every day.

I tried to show her how much I was falling for her every minute I could, however, she was like me when it came to social cues. Clueless. Completely clueless.

So, I showed her my affection through small plush toys.

They seemed to always comfort the girl whenever her anxiety would peak. Not to mention how excited and cute she got when I gifted her the stuffed animals.

She would let me know how she was feeling through colors, and when she was seemingly having a tough day, for instance when she told me she felt orange, I went out on my lunch break later that day and purchased an orange bunny rabbit plush for her.

Once I gifted her the toy, her face lit into a crimson blush, almost as red as the stuffed animal. She smiled and gave me a hug. That was the first time she initiated contact with me.

Ever since then, she was very touchy-feely towards me, which inevitably fueled my growing love for the beautiful girl.

Today, she walked, no, ran into the bullpen, her headphones resting around her neck as she clutched her bag, walking to her desk.

Butterflies fluttered in my belly and chest as I felt myself beginning to blush.

“Spencer!” she squealed, running to my desk, a smile spread across her face.

“Hello!” I exclaimed.

“Guess what?”

“What?” I laughed at her excitement.

“Garcia brought in homemade muffins!”

I gasped, Y/n giggling at my dramatics.

“Bet you I can beat you to the last blueberry one,” she smirked, a mischievous look glinting in her dazzling eyes.

“Oh, it’s on!” I squinted my eyes at her, standing up from my desk.

She laughed, the sound making my brain fuzzy for a moment as I didn’t even realize she began to run off. I ran after her, grabbing her by the waist and picking her up as I set her down behind me, my name falling from her mouth between giggles as I ran off.

Moments later, we both made it to Garcia’s office, our heavy breathing causing the quirky woman in front of us to widen her eyes in concern. She walked up to Y/n, completely ignoring me as she cradled the giggling girl’s face.

Y/n was only comfortable with Garcia and me touching her--especially me. That’s why Penelope only held her face, Y/n was only comfortable with that sort of contact from her, as well as a hug but nothing more. However I, on the other hand, was allowed to hug, touch, and carry her. The fact that she was completely comfortable with me made my crush grow.

I was happy that I was a comfort person for the young girl. Not only did it make me ecstatic, but it also made her feel over the moon at the fact that she was growing.

“Oh, my goodness! Are you okay?” Garcia asked, her eyebrows drawn together in worry.

Y/n laughed, causing my small smile to stretch into a toothy-grin.

“Yep! We just came for the muffins!” Y/n explained, and Garcia nodded knowingly, a small chuckle escaping her throat as she let go of the girl and picked up the large plate that smelled of delicious, freshly baked sweets.

I grabbed the last blueberry muffin before Y/n, a small whine escaping her throat. She looked up at me with her starry eyes, a pleading look on her face. Truthfully, I was going to give her the muffin in the end. However she didn’t need to know that.

I smiled, presenting her with the muffin as she giggled happily, her arms slinging around my neck as I took in her intoxicatingly sweet scent.

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” she blabbered, biting into the muffin and humming happily as she skipped away. “Bye, Spencer! Bye, Penny!” she called, waving to me as she turned the corner.

“Bye!” Penelope and I both called back, a smile gracing my lips as I looked fondly at the corner she had just rounded, as if she was still there.

I was so entranced by the girl that I totally forgot Garcia stood in front of me with a smirk on her face.

“What?” I asked.

‘“‘What?’” She mocked my voice, smiling smugly at me. “What do you mean, what? You are in lo-ove with Prettygirl over there!” Garcia sang, and I immediately felt my face get warm.

“Wh-? I am not in-in love!” I squeaked, and Garcia laughs, humming a quick sure.

I walk away quickly, thanking Garcia for the muffin.

I am definitely in love with Y/n.

How could I not be?

Shit.

Around lunchtime, I began to notice that Y/n grew anxious, her face strewn together in worry.

The sight made my heart squeeze in my chest.

She mostly kept her head down, except her eyes kept on flicking around the room hastily. She gulped a few times, fidgeting with a rubber band and a pencil; the pencil acting as a pick to strum the stretched band that looped around her fingers in a triangle shape.

I wanted to go up and ask if she needed any assistance, however I didn’t want to make anything worse than it already was... or overwhelm her more.

“Reid! Can I see you in my office for a moment? I just want to make sure you got the correct files from the case last week.” Hotch announced from his office.

I glanced at Y/n, who’s eyes flickered up at mine, a pleading look lacing her facial expressions.

I reluctantly stood up from my desk, nodding my head at Hotch as I walked up the stairs to his office, telephones sounding throughout the BAU.

I could understand how she felt overwhelmed. Heck, I felt overwhelmed a lot of the time. Between the sounds of pencils scratching on paper, the incessant sound of coffee brewing, computers clacking, files being flipped through, phones ringing and people chatting.. It can be very anxiety inducing as well as just an overwhelming environment to work and be in..Especially when you are on the spectrum.

However, Hotch closed the door behind him, separating me from the beautiful--but anxious girl that sat at her desk, fidgeting away, her head twitching slightly.

As Hotch and I were about to finish our meeting, we both heard a loud cry. My heart began to race. I knew that cry.

A year ago, Y/n had a meltdown in a cafe. It was really upsetting for her and she struggled to leave her apartment for weeks.

I ran out, Hotch following behind me.

JJ, Morgan, Emily, and Garcia all huddled around Y/n’s desk, however, Y/n was not sitting in her chair, rather, she was huddled underneath the table; her knees pressed up against her chest as she pressed her palms against her ears as she cried.

I ran over, the team’s faces scrunched in concern and confusion.

“Spence! I-I don’t know what happened! One minute she was at her desk, and then I dropped a coffee cup and she started to scream and cry.” JJ stammered, running her fingers through her hair.

As she spoke, I heard the crying girl repeat two words over and over.

Too much, too much, too much.

My heart sank in my chest. “It’s alright, it wasn’t your fault, okay? She was just overwhelmed.” I reassured the blonde, who exhaled shakily, nodding.

I turned back to the girl who began to scream as more people surrounded her.

One man tried to touch her.

Oh, no.

“Hey, get away from her!” I exclaimed, and the man stopped, throwing me a dirty look. People seemed to clear away as they flashed us weird and worried looks.

“Please!” she cried, the word harsh and forced through puckered cheeks.

I got down on my knees, crawling under Y/n’s desk.

“Hey, Y/n,” I said softly, trying my best to calm her. She didn’t look up as expected, instead she kept her hands plastered on her ears. “Hey, hey, it’s okay.” I shushed her, shrugging my jacket off of my body and wrapping it around her shaking frame.

I heard her reciting words under her breath.

“Alabama, Alaska, Arizona, Arkansas, California, Colorado, Connecticut..”

She rocked faster on her tailbone, smacking her head on the inside of her desk repeatedly as she recited the states in alphabetical order.

I remembered reciting the states in alphabetical order was something she did to calm down from last time.

I knew what to do.

I had dealt with similar situations myself.

I knew how to deal with her meltdowns as well.

“Alabama, Alaska, Arizona..!” she sobbed, her eyes shut tightly as she continued on listing the states.

I brought my hand behind her head, keeping her from developing bruising from how hard she was hitting her head.

“Reid..” Morgan spoke, but I ignored him, only turning around to tell everyone to go back to their desks.

I wrapped my arms tightly around her body, shushing her.

She liked when I did this. It was a comfort tactic for her. She felt secure.

Eventually, her cries dissipated as I reached into her bag to grab her black headphones, her body clinging to mine as I put them on over her ears, her right hand fidgeting with the back of her hair and her left clinging to her pant leg as I embraced her tightly.

“Do you want it tighter or looser?” I whispered.

“Tight,” she managed to squeak out, to which I squeezed my arms around her, demonstrating how to take deep breaths as she followed along, her body calming down as well as her cries.

“Is this okay?” I asked, to which she nodded.

I shushed her until she looked up at me, her body still shaking from the aftermath.

“Do you want to go home? It’s close to 9 already,” I offered.

“Mhm. B-but can I go to your apartment? I don’t wan’ be alone.”

My eyes softened. “Of course.. C’mon. Do you have a color of how you’re feeling?” I asked.

“O-orange.” She whimpered, and I grabbed her bag as she clung to my body.

“Okay, how were you feeling earlier?” I asked.

“D-dark red.”

“That’s good, that it’s better. Come on, let’s get home, okay?” She nodded, her feet shuffling as I walked, the side of her torso pressed up against mine.

I would text Hotch when we arrived home, but for now, I was only focused on the girl and her tight grasp on my clothing.

It was a silent walk up to my apartment.

She had become mute once I began driving, her upper body swaying forwards and backwards as she repeated the contiguous United States under her breath. I turned off all music and made sure to avoid any speed bumps or potholes that were on the road. I didn’t want to make the situation worse.

Although, when I helped her out of the car her body clung to mine automatically.

I slipped my shoes off once we made it inside, and I noticed how Y/n’s eyes were closed, her breathing calmed.

I knew she wasn’t asleep and that she was just in a shocked after-phase, however, I couldn’t help but admire how beautiful she looked in the dim lighting.

I mean, she always looked beautiful.. All of the time.

I felt guilty for the butterflies that fluttered in my belly at the sight of her.

“Is it okay if I pick you up?” I asked softly, brushing some of the loose strays of her hair out of her face. She nodded lazily, wrapping her arms around me. I smiled at that.

I picked her up, walking to my room and then setting her down on the pillows gently. I pulled the shoes off of her feet and then loosened the tie around my neck, unbuttoning my white dress shirt a bit. I tucked her in tightly, then began to walk away as I thought she was asleep. I was going to sleep on the couch. However, her hand flew up from the sheet, her doe eyes looking up at me.

“Spencer, p-please don’t leave. Stay with me.”

I smiled softly, contemplating.

If I did this, my love for her would grow and I would ultimately have a broken heart in the end.

However, she needed me.

Thus, I slipped under the covers next to her, her hands grabbing at my clothes and pulling me closer as I chuckled lightly. Butterflies exploded in my stomach and fluttered around in my chest.

My body heat seemed to ebb away any previous anxiety that she withheld. Her breathing slowed and she snuggled up closer to my chest, soft snores sounding from her nose. I smiled, pulling her closer to me as she nuzzled her head in the crook of my neck.

Eventually, my eyelids began to flutter closed as I fell into a deep slumber, the beautiful girl in my arms making my whole entire heart and mind happy. So happy in fact, that my dreams were only about the most beautiful things-- like watching the stars twinkle in the sky as Y/n and I cuddled on a picnic blanket in Zhangye Danxia Geopark, a geological park located in China. I imagined the vast expanse of mountains surrounding us, the air fresh and chilly, prompting Y/n to snuggle up closer to my body for warmth.

Although the view was beautiful and spectacular, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of the young woman thats arms were tightly wrapped around my torso.

I was practically hypnotized by her.

I woke up the next morning to feather-soft touches over my cheeks and a brightness blooming through my chest and body as a content sigh fell from my lips. I didn’t open my eyes, but my hands began to roam over the unfamiliar-- yet comforting terrain within my grasp.

I felt smooth, warm skin that rippled with goosebumps all over before I could even get to certain patches-- as though the tissue estimated where my fingertips would travel to next. Nimble legs wound around mine upon my insinuation. It felt like a dream--an even better dream than the one I had earlier on the night previous. It was better in that it was real--not made up from the abyss of my imagination. My hand on her lower back brought her closer, pressing her against me before I could even realize that I’d blurred the lines between reality and my dreams and fantasies.

This was real.

Scenarios like these that kept me entertained for so long had now become my actuality.

But I didn’t panic; I had no reason to. I melted into the touch of the beautiful being that laid intertwined limb by limb with my body.

Finally, when I opened my eyes, I saw her tranquil stare. She looked at me with a wide-eyed, yet tired-eyed, fascination from just mere inches away. It took what little breath I had away from me as I stared back at her with all the love that I could muster in my weary expressions.

“Good morning,” I whispered softly, causing her eyes to flicker down to my lips. My hands drew small patterns on her soft, yet chilled skin. It was hard for me to tell how much of her longing was real or imagined, created by my lovesick, oxygen-deprived brain as we stayed wrapped up in each other under the satin covers.

“Clear.”

It was a strange and beautiful thing to say to me in the wee hours of the early morning, however, something about the tone of her voice told me that she felt happy.

To be sure, I asked. “Is that a good thing?”

Again, her eyes flickered to my lips as her pointer finger drew a soft line across my chin, all the way up to my bottom lip as she traced across it in amazement. Something so small, which made my tender lip tingle, lit my skin into a small fire. A small, shy, smile ghosted across her lips.

With a quiet voice she answered. “It's a new one. And technically clear isn't a color. But yes.”

I smiled softly, my eyes raking over her features as I tried to memorize this moment.

She then hoisted herself up on her forearms, my hand dropping from her upper back to the small of her back. My thumb was still drawing soft patterns on her warm skin, that was now unclothed as her shirt rode up. She swung a leg over my waist, now straddling my torso as my hands shifted to lying on her hips. She giggled, the sound hatching the once caterpillars from the cocoons that they slept in in my chest, now fully butterflies that fluttered lovingly around my system as I smiled at the soft hiccups she produced in between each laugh.

She leaned forward, her chest basically pressed against my face, but she was careful not to suffocate me. She toyed with my hair, my hands still on her waist as I was careful to not push boundaries.

“I like your hair. It’s curly and soft.” She sighed, my eyes closing at the feeling of her running her fingers through my bed-head hair.

“Thank you,” I murmured, squeezing her waist softly.

She sat up, taking my left hand from her waist and running her fingers along the pads of mine, then the digits of my knuckles as she wrapped her small, cold hand in mine.

“I like your hands too. They’re big and warm.” she accounted, pressing my hand that was intertwined with hers to her warm cheek that now had a small blush dancing on it.

I smiled, “I appreciate it. I like your hands too.”

“Really?” she asked, her voice small.

I nodded, a light chuckle falling from my lips.

“Yes, really. I like everything about you. I really like you.”

The admittance made my stomach churn with anxiety.

Yet, she beamed with pure joy, falling forward onto my body and hugging my neck as I laughed softly.

She leaned her forehead on mine, my breath hitching in my throat as her eyes flickered down to my lips and her hands played with the bottom of my lavender, silk tie.

“I really like you too,” she whispered, kissing the tip of my nose.

It felt like my heart had burst in my chest-- of course in the best way. The tip of my nose tingled as though her lips were still pressed against it.

My hands rested on her hips as she inched closer to my lips, quickly pressing a kiss on them nervously, slightly pulling away to see my reaction as a small yelp sounded from her throat with anxiety.

However, I diminished her fears as I pressed my hand against her jaw, bringing her back to kiss me again.

The kiss, like her voice, was slow and soft, sticking with me like honey. She brought her hands to my face, squeezing my cheeks together as I laughed into the kiss, my heart fluttering with jubilation. She pulled away with wide eyes. I tried to follow after her lips, but she just laughed.

She bent down and kissed me again, the feeling of her lips against mine better than the myriad of daydreams that I had created in my mind about moments like these.

Soft, slightly lewd noises sounded from our kissing, our tongues twining together as she hummed happily at the feeling.

She pulled away, her hands still pressed against my face.

“I like the feeling of us kissing. The stubble on your face feels weird on mine, but it also feels good. I like the way it makes my skin feel like pins and needles… but much better. It makes me feel happy.”

I laughed.

I was going to shave, but I guess not anymore.

“I’m glad,” I whispered, drawing a small line across her jaw.

“I also like the way my lips feel after we kiss. They feel numb and tingly. But not in a bad way. It’s not like the time that I got my molars extracted and then had to give me seven shots in my gums. My lips felt like a dead fish after. It’s not like that, it feels nice. Really nice. Like I never want to stop. And my stomach gets all queasy--but I love it. I love it a lot.” she whispered.

I laugh softly, holding her chin as I meet my lips with hers for a moment before pulling away.

You’re so cute.” I whisper-laugh.

Her face gets red as her eyes trace over my features before her lips break out into a smile, giggles escaping the back of her throat. My heart flutters at the sound.

She kisses me again, a small whimper leaving her throat and echoing into my mouth as her hips move on my crotch.

I feel myself get hard as her hips move quickly, our lips disconnecting as she giggles, her head being thrown back as my hands stay still on her hips. I’m careful not to squeeze too hard, and to not push boundaries. My hips rut upwards towards hers, and I’m afraid I’ve gone too far as she gasps, but she never stops, the feeling of my pant zipper against her clothed core eliciting a beautiful, sweet and crackly moan to fall from her lips. I groan softly, her face falling from the ceiling to look at me with wide, pleasure-filled eyes as her hips drag across my hard, restrained dick that is pressed against my slacks. The feelings that run through my veins like wildfire make me grunt softly, which only prompts the girl to rock faster on her hips, trying her best to elicit more sounds from me.

Her hands cling onto mine, guiding my lithe fingers to splay out on her as she wraps her fingers in between mine to make me squeeze her clothed skin.

Whines fall from her throat as I squeeze softly, the friction making my orgasm bubble up in the lower depths of my belly.

“Does that feel good, darling?” I ask, now using my hands to drag her slowly up and down my clothed dick as she whines.

She nods, her eyes looking at me through a half-lidded gaze.

I smile softly, her body going limp as I feel her orgasm approaching; as well as mine.

“Sp-Spencer, please don’t make it stop.” she whimpers, yanking onto my tie, extracting a moan to leave my throat.

“I wouldn’t even think of it, love.” I reply, my fingers running up and down her waist as small mewls leave from the back of her throat.

I hear small whispers leave her mouth between her aroused sounds.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you..”

Smiling, I respond. “Are you going to come for me, darling?” I tuck a piece of hair behind her ear.

She nods dumbly, her hands dancing around different places to grip my clothing as she looks to stabilize herself. A tear leaves the corner of her eye and I quickly wipe it away, sitting up to kiss her, the new angle at which my pant zipper hits her making her cry out as I press my lips against hers in a breathy kiss. I fall back onto the pillows behind me

Soon, our orgasms hit, and her hips slow as she falls onto my chest.

She laughs, peppering the sensitive tissue of my neck with kisses, and I hum in content.

“I love you, Spencer Reid.” she whispers into my skin, and I feel like I am going to cry.

In fact, I do cry.

She hears sniffling and sits up, inches away from my face as she wipes the fallen tears from my eyes.

“What’s wrong?” she asks softly, kissing my chin.

“I just- I love you as well.”

A small smile lights up her face.

“Lavender,” she says, kissing my lips and cradling my face. “This is what lavender feels like.”

I wake up earlier on Monday morning, before the sleeping angel in my bed wakes.

We spent the whole weekend together, and I’ve never been more happy.

Exchanging our I love you’s was truly something that made my whole entire world glow in a rosey-pink.

Quickly, I run to the store and go through my options; trying to find the perfect one.

Finally, I see it.

A lavender turtle.

I purchase the toy, and drive to my apartment as quickly as possible.

I walk into my room, Y/n’s hair splayed out across the pillows as her soft breathing hums from her nose, her hair and soft skin glowing in the golden, early morning sun.

I smile, my heart practically beating out of my chest with joy.

I kneel next to the bed, running my fingers through her hair and kissing her cheek.

Her eyebrows furrow before she peeks through her half-closed eyelids.

“Spencer?” she murmurs, her voice crackling from just waking up.

“Good morning, love.”

She smiles, suddenly wrapping her hands around my neck and bringing me in for a hug.

I laugh softly.

The bag with the stuffed toy rustles quietly as I lean forward, and she pulls away.

“What’s that?”

“Oh, just something I got for you.” I say nonchalantly, biting my bottom lip down as I try my best not to smile.

“For me?!” She gasps excitedly, trying to grab the bag with her hands.

“Of course for you!” I laugh, running my hand down her arm.

“Oh, please can I have it, Spencer? Please, please, please!” She begs, standing up from bed and I tower over her, Y/n’s hands grasping my shirt.

“Hmm,” I pretended to think, narrowing my eyes at her. She pouts, tugging me down by my shirt to kiss her lips. I pull away. “Oh, alright.”

She giggles excitedly, and I throw the bag away from the toy, pulling the plush from my back, presenting it to her.

She gasps, hugging the toy to her chest as she squeals.

“Spencer! I love it!”

I laugh, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear.

“I’m glad.” I say, and she wraps her arms around my waist, looking up at me with big eyes.

“Oh my goodness! I love you, so much!”

I smile, looking down at her, small laughs escaping my throat.

“I love you, so much, too.”

She laughs, kissing my lips again, before pulling away slightly.

“Lavender is my favorite color.” she whispers.

“Mine too.” I whisper back, placing my lips on hers softly.

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stuff-from-the-void-matron · 3 years

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Laurel Wreaths & Animal Teeth (10)

(technoblade x fem!reader)

(a/n: y’all seemed to like chapter 9 so here’s chapter 10! I know, I know. still no technoblade! BUT! he WILL be arriving soon~ very soon. >:3c but for now just enjoy the rest of the utter nonsense that’s the election. and remember! reblogs and comments REALLY make writing the next chapter possible. if y’all lose interest then so will I. so reblog and comment y’all! <3)

There was an eerie silence hanging over everyone in attendance. Nobody quite knew what to say, or even how to react to this startling new information. Not a soul spoke as a few people on stage and in the audience shared confused glances, not even whispering their questions to each other lest they shatter the heavy stillness. At least that was the case before HBomb hopped up out of his chair and gave a loud and cheerful “WHOO! NEW PRESIDENT!” that successfully slam dunked everyone back into the moment at hand.

Suddenly you were surrounded by noise as everyone started talking at once.

Meanwhile you remained mostly unaware of it, well more like distantly aware of it.

You stared up at the stage, locked in place from how floored you still were.

What in the absolute hell was Wilbur talking about??

You can’t have won! Because you weren’t running!

So there’s no way for you to WIN something you were never actively competing for!

There had to be a mistake. Maybe this was just some more of their silly pranks and japes before they read off the real winner, which actually wasn’t that huge of a stretch for this SMP if you were being honest. Or at least that’s what you were telling yourself anyways. Vaguely you could hear voices talking all around you, but it seemed far away, so you weren’t really registering what was being said. You were mostly just staring blankly at the stage, not really seeing any of the people up there as you tried to process what just happened.

It took Tubbo grabbing your elbow and shaking it to snap you out of the almost trance like state you'd slipped into. You looked down and he actually looked excited, but you could also see shock in his expression as well. You looked behind you to the rest of the crowd and some were clapping and cheering while others stood silent, shocked like you if you had to hazard a guess. You looked back up at the stage when you heard Tommy calling you to come up with them. You were still sorta frozen but thankfully Tubbo nudged you forward, reminding you that you needed to move. Silently you made your way up to the podium, mouth feeling dry and stomach feeling like it was full of stones.

Now that you were zoned back in you could hear the arguing coming from the podium. You were sort of dreading coming face to face with Wilbur, already knowing how… not great he took Schlatt winning from the original timeline. And he apparently knew and was friends with the ram hybrid. So you couldn’t see him being happy you won.. But when you got to the stage where the others were you couldn’t focus on Wilbur because all at once your vision was overtaken by Tommy, who was babbling about how you won! And how the hell did you win?? You weren’t even running! And how he’s pretty down they lost but at least Quackity and George didn’t win! (that got a ‘fuck you!’ out of the Spanish speaking young man) You gave a weak chuckle and said you’re not sure how or why you won but it was crazy indeed.

Quackity, Schlatt, and George were the most vocal about not thinking the results were fair. Though to be clear, Wilbur didn’t look thrilled either, but he was doing his best to look professional or put together you guessed. Or at least not blow up in front of literally everyone. You kept an eye on him while Tommy led you up to the mic and told you to give your first decree as president. But you sorta… didn’t want to be president. You hoped you wouldn’t upset anyone by not accepting the job. But you didn’t think you’d make a good leader. So you turned away from the mic, hoping nobody but the ones beside you on stage would hear when you asked if you had to accept the role.

This caught all the mens’ attention and Wilbur was quick to give you an out, saying no you didn’t technically HAVE to accept the presidency. In fact if you weren’t ready or willing to fill the role then the runners up, aka him and Tommy, would happily do so for you. But then Quackity, Schlatt, and surprisingly Fundy said that wasn’t fair either since both Pog2020 and Schlatt/Swag2020 were tied with the amount of votes. And you had to admit, that didn’t seem fair. But Wilbur perked up and you’d swear in that moment he was the embodiment of the ‘lightbulb above head’ phrase. Then he grinned and turned to Fundy and Niki and asked to speak to them before urging them and Tommy off the stage, leaving you and Schlatt/Swag2020 on the stage alone.

Not wanting to leave everyone in the audience hanging, you gave a polite smile and assured them that the others just wanted to…. recount the votes! They weren’t sure Wilbur counted them right so they figured recounting with some other witnesses there would clear things up! The crowd shared confused glances but it was Tubbo who yelled out that that sounded sus as hell! And if he were you he’d think they were trying to cheat or something! You snorted a laugh but assured him it was alright and you didn’t think they’d be that ballsy~

-0-

Fundy and Niki followed behind Wilbur and Tommy, the latter of the two males just as confused about what Wilbur was up to as the pair behind him. But then they all gathered in the white house and Wilbur turned to the members of Coconut2020 and said he had a proposition for them! The brunet said that since it was clear that you weren’t really up to being president, his tone derisive like your refusal of the position was tantamount to spitting in his food, then if Fundy and Niki agreed to combine their votes with Swag2020 then Wilbur could be president again and things could go back to normal!

But the blonde woman and fox hybrid didn’t look convinced.. Niki said they’d just be giving them their votes so they could win, while they got nothing? Fundy frowned and asked what positions he and Niki would have in the Pog2020 cabinet if they joined their votes with theirs. Here is where Wilbur hesitated, unsure what positions he could give them. But then he smiled and said Niki would be the First Woman, since she was the first woman to join L’manberg! And Fundy would of course be everyone’s Little Champion! He couldn’t help but baby talk his son, he’d never been able to take Fundy seriously, not really anyways. What with his alert little triangle ears, furry face, soft little paw beans, and fluffy tail. He was just too cute for Wilbur to take him seriously. Even now. But it was this attitude that would be his downfall. Because it’s what caused Fundy to snap.

“No, Wilbur! This is serious! I’m not some baby for you to dress up and prance around! I’m a fucking adult! I have my own house, I pay taxes, I fought in a war for fucks sake!” the hybrid shouted, clearly upset.

Wilbur was shocked but tried to calm Fundy down, not fully realizing how mad his son was until the red haired male practically snarled,

“I’m not going to sit here and hand over the votes Niki and I earned just so you can treat me like a child!”

Without another word he turned on his heel and stormed out of the white house, leaving three stunned people behind. Tommy looked up at Wilbur, opening and closing his mouth, wanting so badly to say something, maybe lighten the awkward mood but not knowing what or even if he should speak at all. Meanwhile Niki just sighed and gave Wilbur a soft disappointed look. She knew Wilbur loved his son, and that often translated to him babying the hybrid. But she’d warned him, as kindly as she could, that it seemed to upset Fundy that his own father wouldn’t treat him like anything but a kid. She’s not a parent herself, so she figures it must be hard for a parent to see their child as anything but a child, even after they’ve grown.

But she can see Fundy’s side too. It must be massively frustrating to be looked upon like you’re just a kid. Especially since Wilbur doesn’t even treat Tommy, his own younger brother, as a child as much as he does Fundy. And she’d seen first hand how Wilbur’s attitude towards Fundy, whether or not the brunet intended for it to happen or not, did in fact influence how others treated the red furred hybrid. She’d seen Tommy, Tubbo, Eret, Sapnap, and even herself a couple times sort of not treat Fundy with the respect you’d show to a fellow adult. She tried her best to kick that habit, and her and Fundy’s friendship had really blossomed thanks to it, she thinks. But she believes Wilbur just pushed his son to his breaking point…

“He’s right, Wilbur. You can’t keep babying him. He’s a grown up now..” Niki said neutrally.

Then she let out a tired sounding breath of air and turned to follow after the fox hybrid, saying she would go check on him. But she also said Wilbur needed to talk to him later, man to man, and make things right. Said brunet looked rather flummoxed, not sure what the hell just happened. It was Tommy who broke the silence by giving an almost weak sounding ‘holy shit’. Wilbur turned his perplexed gaze to his brother and asked what the HELL that was all about! Said blond winced and gave a sigh while awkwardly scratching the back of his head, not thrilled with the weird turn this conversation took, but answered Wilbur,

“Ehh… looks like you and Fundy have some unresolved personal issues, bud..”

Wilbur barked that this wasn’t the time for Fundy to let some personal vendetta against him cloud his reasoning! They were in the middle of the do or die of the election! If they couldn’t get Fundy and Niki to agree to join their votes with theirs then they won’t win! And they’ll be in a tie with Schlatt and Quackity! Wilbur jerked his hands down, like he wanted to slam them against a table or something. But instead he just viciously scrubbed his fingers through his curly hair, feeling embittered with everyone around him. All he’d wanted was to lead HIS country! Like he rightfully should have been able to! All this election bollocks and now he was having to try and convince HIS OWN SON to help him stay president?! If it were him and Phil needed help he’d give it! Well he would if Phil were ever fucking around..

The sound of a crowd cheering caused the two to whip their heads towards the area where the stage was before they looked at each other. Not a word was spoken between them as they both took off in a run towards the stage, wondering what happened and what they were missing. They rounded the corner of the building to the left of the stage to see you smiling and waving daintily to the crowd. Not sure what they’d missed, Wilbur rushed up to Niki and asked what happened. Did you accept the presidency already??

Niki raised an eyebrow at her friend and nodded, saying you’d finally relented and accepted the role as president after she and Fundy came back from ‘recounting the votes’. Niki hummed and said she figured that you finally accepted the results after it was made clear that if you didn’t then everything would be stuck in a tie. But then Niki’s reflecting mood brightened and she said she really thought you’d do a good job as the new president. Even joking that you had to be better than Schlatt.

Niki never voiced it out loud but she’d been worried Schlatt and Quackity would win. Schlatt was the biggest worry for her. To his credit, he was actually a really funny guy and she could see why Wilbur was friends with him, they just had a good chemistry and their senses of humor bounced off each other well. But… Schlatt could also be blatantly power hungry and hateful if not kept in check from the few times she’d met him or heard stories about him from Wilbur. Niki felt like giving him the amount of authority that came with being president would only end poorly. And Quackity was an alright guy in her opinion but he could be vindictive and petty too. She got the vibe that any amount of power given to him would instantly go to his head and turn him into a jerk.

But again, these were just her personal (and not spoken aloud) opinions…

She always hated being mean to people and saying hurtful things. So she kept her opinions to herself more often than not. Unless it was super important anyways. So instead of elaborating on Why she was so relieved that Schlatt and Quackity hadn’t won she instead flashed the two members of Pog2020 a smile and said it had been a fun race, and despite all the drama she really thinks Tommy’s friend will do a good job. Then with a keen raise of her eyebrows the blonde suggested with a cute smile,

“Oh, maybe you could be a member of Reader’s Cabinet! I’m sure she’ll be needing a vice president, secretary of defense, treasury, and other positions!”

Niki was honestly just trying to cheer up her friend, but the cheerful smile slipped off her face at the dark look that crossed Wilbur’s. She grew concerned when she saw how hard he was clenching his fists and gritting his teeth. His behavior over the last few weeks had been slowly worrying her, but this was starting to make her anxious. And when he started marching towards the stage she shot a panicked look to Tommy, who could do nothing but give her an equally worried and confused face before they both tried to hurry after their brown haired friend. But he got up onto the stage before either of them could grab his arm, and Niki was about to call after him but he reached your side, clearing his throat and alerting you to his presence.

You looked down and saw him standing at attention next to you, hand outstretched for a handshake and a polite but serious smile on his face. You were surprised, thinking he was handling this with more grace than you’d expected, but a feeling deep in your gut was still on edge. You knew the destruction Wilbur Soot was all too willing and capable of doing in the selfish pursuit of keeping power over the country he made. The lives of his friends and family be damned. So while you really really wanted to hope that Wilbur will be better since you won over the other parties… you’re also highly skeptical that he will manage to keep his sanity.

But instead of showing any of your reservations you instead simply smile and shake his hand, thanking him for congratulating your win and promising him you’ll do your best with the presidency and taking care of L’manberg. And if you noticed how his smile looked a little too angry at the edges then you didn’t say anything..

So instead of dealing with the mess that was Wilbur Soot you focused on the crowd and let go of Wilbur’s hand to stand at the sort of comically short podium and spoke out to the people you were now responsible for,

“Well, this all was certainly unexpected..”

Chuckles erupted from the crowd at that, making you feel a bit better about all of this. At least you weren’t the only one to see how wild all of this mess was.

“I’m actually really shocked! I wasn’t intending to run for president but I suppose life has other plans for me. But regardless, I’m honored you’ve all put your faith in me to lead you. I swear to do my absolute best for you and help L’manberg flourish.”

Applause from the crowd made you give a genuine smile. Perhaps this wouldn’t be so bad?

-0-

In the audience, watching this all unfold behind a mask and tapping his foot, stood the familiar looking figure in a green hood. Hanging around next to him was Sapnap in all his black and white dressed glory. And at some point George had gotten bored with the drama on stage and had left Quackity’s side (not that the duck hybrid had even noticed or cared) and wandered over to stand with his two friends. They watched Wilbur hand over the presidency to you and George made an off hand comment that Wilbur sure didn’t look pleased with losing, a smug laugh in his sleepy tone. Sapnap snickered but stared at you and elbowed his taller friend, asking in a curious tone while subtly gesturing to you,

“Speaking of, why didn’t you tell us you’d let someone new on the server, Dream?”

His friend glanced at him for a second longer than normal before replying with a tense tone to his voice that he hadn’t let her on. That caused both Sapnap and George to jerk their heads up to look at him in visible confusion. While George stammered through a series of ‘what’s’ and ‘wait hold on-’ Sapnap was loudly questioning what the hell he meant. The mask wearing player shushed them both before looking up to see if anyone had heard them or looked over at the twos’ loud exclamations. Thankfully nobody had. So he sighed and led them a bit further away from the crowd and explained that he’d not authorized any new members to the server. and it was true, he hadn’t. But both hybrids still looked confused and George asked, clearly puzzled,

“Well then how did she get on the server?? Nobody else can let people on, right, Dream?”

Sapnap nodded but stopped when their taller friend let out a flat hum before shaking his head ‘no’. That caught the shorter twos’ attention so he elaborated by asking them,

“Who on this server is known to have Creative Mode?”

The two blinked before it dawned on them and they looked even more shocked than before, only now it was coupled with anxiousness. Sapnap harshly whispered to the two, asking why the hell fucking GOD himself would actually let someone onto the server?? DreamXD never bothered with players and stuff, only being rumored to be seen by players if they broke server rules. George added on that this all sounded really weird. And an idea hit him and he couldn’t help but voice it.

“You don’t think… she’s linked to DreamXD.. do you? Like working for him or something?” he asked a touch nervously.

The other two didn’t say anything, not really knowing what to say to that. Sapnap could only shrug while the tallest of their group remained silent, none of them having any answers to the string of questions they’d just let loose.

They would just have to wait and see it seemed.

-0-

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