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darksaiyangoku · 8 days

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RWBY Witcher Tales

—The Seventh Paladin—

It was a cool morning in the Kingdom of Céline and outside of a small cottage was a young, blonde-haired boy named Jaune Arc. In his hands, he he held a long stick and came face to face with his opponent; a crudely made dummy of rags and straw. Jaune circled the dummy and delivered several hacks and whacks to it.

Jaune: Hah! Hiyahh! Hah!

Jaune was channeling every ounce of strength into each attack, smirking as he saw bits of straw fall to the ground. With a deep breath, he held the stick up high and smacked the "head" of the dummy with tremendous force, tearing it off.

Jaune: *pants*...maybe I overdid it a little. *chuckles*

The sound of trotting hooves alerted him to a nearby horse and cart. The driver, an elderly man named Barry, arrived on the road to pick up Jaune for work.

Barry: Still messin' around with that stick, young man?

Jaune: It's called 'training', Barry.

Barry: *chuckles* Oh Jaune, I thought you would've learned by now that your trainin' is worth dirt. No commoner in the history of Céline has ever rose to the rank of knight.

Jaune: *smiles* Then I'll be the first! Prince Carson is holding a competition to find worthy candidates and I'm gonna beat every single one of them!

Barry: *laughs* You'd have a better chance of findin' lost Elven treasures than beating a noble! Stop dawdlin' and get on the cart, you'll be late!

Jaune tossed the stick onto the dirt and jumped onto the cart. As Barry rode off, Jaune looked at the bright blue sky as he tried to cheer his spirits. No one ever took his ambition of being a knight seriously, as the only ones who were eligible were the children from the noble class. When he was younger, Jaune used to read fairy tales of simple folk who would accomplish great deeds, like fighting dragons, saving people and becoming heroes. He'd imagine himself in those stories and was desperate to show that they were possible. That a common boy could be something more.

Jaune: *whispers* Just you wait. I'll show all of you and become the greatest knight in all of Remnant!

[Kingdom of Céline - Claremont]

Claremont was a tailor shop located in the city of Céline, owned by Robert Claremont. He was a white-haired man of middle age, yet had the spirit of a youth. He could work on 10 or 15 clothes a day, and they would come out absolutely pristine! Jaune had been his apprentice since he was 10 years old and while he wasn't at Robert's skill level, he was showing good signs of improvement. Today was especially busy and Jaune was sweating from the workload. His eyes strained as he tried to focus on the last stitch of a green tunic.

Robert: Are you alright there, Jaune?

Jaune: Yep! Just gotta finish this... almost there... got it!

Jaune stood up and inspected the tunic, making sure everything looked good. It wasn't the fanciest of clothes but he was happy with his work and wanted to make sure the customer felt comfortable.

Robert: Not bad, my boy. I'm sure the customer will appreciate it. He'll be arriving today. Make sure you have your chin up, we have a lot more orders to complete.

Jaune: Yes sir!

Throughout the day, Jaune was hard at work measuring, cutting and sewing, nearly pricking his fingers a few times. One by one, the clothes were flying into the hands of satisfied customers. Soon, the last 5 minutes of work time was approaching and Robert was about to close up the shop. However, he was stopped when someone placed his foot between the door. Robert raised his eyebrow in confusion and remained calm as he tried to shoo the unruly stranger away.

Robert: *ahem* I'm sorry, but we are about to close now. You're free to visit on Monday morning, now please remove your foot from my door.

Stranger: I'm just here to collect my order. It won't take long at all. Please?

Robert: I- oh alright, but make it quick.

The stranger opened the door and stepped inside. Jaune's face turned pink as soon as he saw her. She had messy, white-blond hair and wore an ashen black leather corset, a tight green shirt, ripped black trousers and long, cream-coloured leather boots. On her back, she carried two shortswords, a bow and a quiver of arrows. Two features stuck out to Jaune the most; a pair of violet, cat-like eyes and a silver-coloured medallion in the shape of an eagle's head.

Jaune: *blushes* U-Uh um *ahem* D-Do you have y-your ticket, ma'am?

Stranger: Right here, darling. *shows ticket*

Jaune hurried to the back room and returned holding a crystal white sleeveless dress.

Jaune: I-I hope it's to your s-satisfaction, Mademoiselle.

The Stranger glanced at it and picked it up. She gave Jaune a satisfying smirk and bowed her head to him and Robert before departing. Jaune leaned over the counter, still smiling from ear to ear.

Jaune: Wow.

Robert: I wouldn't get too attached with the likes of her, Jaune.

Jaune: Hm? Why not? She seemed nice.

Robert: If you knew the line of work she does, you'd stay far away from her as possible. But enough about that, you did very well today. *smiles* Good work. Here you go, *tosses purse* your month's pay.

Jaune's hands nearly fell to the floor as he caught the purse. It was quite heavy. He slowly opened the bag and his eyes gleamed. Inside were 150 silver lien coins.

Jaune: My god! M-Maître Robert, this is way too much. I-I can't accept-

Robert: *chuckles* It's perfectly fine. You've come a long way these past two years and I am proud to have you as my apprentice. You've earned this coin. Take it.

Jaune was in awe and rushed over to hug his Master. Bidding goodbye, he left the shop and strapped the purse on his belt. Jaune walked with a skip in his step, not caring about who looked at him. But the further he walked, his happiness started to fade. He stopped in the middle of the street as the image of the silver lien pieces burned into his memory. It was a lot of money and Jaune knew that if he kept improving, he could make enough for his family and support them alongside his two older sister's jobs. But what would that mean for his desire to be a knight? Should he just give up? Stick something more normal and safe?

WHACK!

Suddenly, Jaune was knocked over as a sharp pain hit his back. He stumbled across the floor and his purse tore from his belt, the silver flying everywhere.

Jaune: *grunts* Agh! Ow!

Jaune looked up and glimpsed at his attackers. His eyes shrank as he recognised Cardin Winchester, son of the Bishop of Céline. Surrounding him were his friends, Dove Bronzewing, Skye Lark and Russel Thrush. Each of them bore an emblem of a golden cross that was crudely sewn onto their chests.

Cardin: Well, well, well. That's a lot of coin there, Arc. Now where would a commoner like you find such treasure?

Jaune: *pants* Agh... it's mine... I... earned from my job...

Cardin: *snorts* Why would a tailor waste his good fortune on someone like you? In fact, this *takes purse* should be donated to those who rightfully deserve it. The Eternal Fire thanks you for your contribution.

Jaune: Hey give that back!

Jaune sprang up and tried to grab his purse, only to be kicked in the stomach by Skye and Dove. He doubled over and fell to his knees and Cardin laughed sadistically.

Cardin: Oh give it up. You've been weak as a lamb ever since we were little and even if you could beat me, your ass would be sent straight to prison along with the rest of your family.

Skye and Dove held Jaune's arms while Cardin and Russel started punching and kicking him. He tried to escape, but the grip was too tight. His face and body stung with intense pain. Cardin was about to deliver the finishing blow when a hand gripped him tight and pulled him away.

Cardin: Hey! What do you think you're-

Cardin backed away in a rare moment of fear as he saw who interfered. Jaune gasped as he recognised the woman who purchased the dress from his shop.

Cardin: W-We need to run. Now!

Russel: What? But-

Cardin: Do as I say! If we stay here, she'll place a curse on us!

Skye and Dove dropped Jaune to the ground and followed Cardin and Russel as they ran away screaming. Jaune coughed and wheezed, still feeling the injuries dealt to him. The Stranger offered her hand and lifted him back up.

Stranger: Are you okay, darling?

Jaune: Agh! A-A little. T-Thank you, Madamoiselle.

Stranger: It's no trouhle and please, call me Robyn.

Jaune: O-Oh. Well thank you, Robyn. I'm Jaune. Jaune Arc.

Robyn: Nice to meet you. Who were those boys ans what was their problem with you?

Jaune: Ugh, they're Cardin Winchester and his little gang called 'The Eternal Fire'. They like to cause trouble for all the kids here, but especially nonhumans. Lately, I've been their favourite target. Why? I have no idea.

Robyn: Kids can be pretty cruel. What's stopping you from fighting back?

Jaune: *sighs* Even if I wanted to, I'd just get into trouble. They're all sons of nobles and if I defend myself, I'll be the one blamed for everything.

Robyn: Hmmm, I see. Tell you what, why don't I get you cleaned up and give you a hot meal?

Jaune: Wha-? I-I don't-

Robyn: *ruffles Jaune's hair* It's absolutely fine. After what you've been through, you could use some cheering up.

[Reynard Tavern]

Inside Reynard Tavern, Robyn chuckled as she watched Jaune devour a plate of sausages and baked potatoes.

Jaune: *munches* Ow!

Robyn: You might want to slow down a little. You haven't even healed yet from the beating.

Jaune: *feeble laugh* Sorry. I guess I was a little hungry.

Robyn: Clearly.

Jaune: *mouthful* Sho waz za dreff fo?

Robyn: ...

Jaune: *gulps* I meant to ask what the dress was for? Are you going to Prince Charles' banquet?

Robyn: Oh I wish. No, I have a mission to take care of that involves me looking my best.

Jaune: Hm? What is it?

Robyn: *chuckles* Nothing to worry yourself with. *ruffles his hair*

Jaune: Hmph. *small pout*

Robyn: So tell me, Jaune, what's it like working for a renowned tailor like Robert Claremont? He doesn't let just anyone work for him.

Jaune: Well he and my father used to go to the same school when they were children and, on my 12th birthday, it was decided that I'd become his apprentice as a favour. I wasn't sure at first, but I grew to like it. We get to meet so many interesting customers. Some of them local and some of them from other parts of Remnanf.

Robyn: That's wonderful to hear. I bet your family must be proud.

Jaune: Yeah I guess, but... being a tailor isn't really what I dream of.

Robyn: Hm? Then what is?

Jaune: I want to be a knight. A hero to defend my kingdom! Riding on horseback in shining armour! Brandising a sword at my side! Earning the glory of the kingdom!

Robyn: So you want fame and fortune? Not very chivalrous.

Jaune: Hey, it isn't about that! I just... I wanna prove to everyone that a commoner can be jusf as worthy as a noble to don armour. *clenches fist* That blood and status don't determine success.

Robyn: Hmmmm, I see. That does sound admirable and I do agree with you. Blood and status mean absolutely nothing. It's a flawed system designed to cause mistrust and anger among us all. *taps table* But first thing's first, do you even know how to use a sword?

Jaune: Um, I do practice a lot every morning before I go to work. I don't have a waster, but I use a stick.

Robyn: And do you practice with anyone at all?

Jaune: *shakes head* The things I know about sword fighting were from old books. The stances, the techniques, everything.

Robyn; I won't lie to you, you won't have a chance at joining the knights.

Jaune: ...o-oh. *hangs head*

Robyn; Which is why I'll train you myself.

Jaune: *looks up* What? Really?

Robyn: Of course. If you are serious about this and willing to put in the work, then I'll train you.

Jaune: Thank you so much! *grins*

Robyn: *raises hand* Don't expect this to be an easy ride, however. It will be gruelling. You will be beaten, bruised and bloodied almost daily. We'll treat our sparring sessions as real fights. Can you handle that?

Jaune: *nods head* Yes Robyn! I won't let you down!

Robyn; *smiles* Good. We'll start tomorrow. *leaves table* Bonne nuit.

Jaune waved goodbye as she left the tavern. His eyes sparkled with elation. For the first time in his life, someone didn't mock his ambition and was actually going out of their way to help him achieve it. He smiled again and made a vow not to let Robyn down.

[Arc Cottage Field]

Jaune yelled out as he was forced to the ground from Robyn's waster. His face, arms and legs were covered with bright red bruises and his lungs were burning fiercely. Robyn stood over him playing with her waster.

Robyn: I think it's time we took a break.

Jaune: *wheezing* No... I... can still... carry... on...

Robyn: Jaune, we're stopping here. You're tiring yourself out and that's dangerous. Your enemies will take advantage of that and kill you. So let's take a break.

Jaune: *groans* Fine.

Jaune and Robyn sat by a tree and she pulled out a small, glass bottle filled with light blue liquid. She gently poured some of it over Jaune's wounds, making him grit his teeth as it stung.

Robyn: I know it hurts, but you have to bear it. This medicine will help and you'll be fighting fit in no time.

Jaune: What is this thing?

Robyn: It's called Sunshine. It's a mild form of potion designed for healing.

Jaune: *winces*This is mild?

Robyn: Compared to the other potions I have. If you took those, you'd be in big trouble.

Jaune: *chuckles* I have to say, you're much nicer compared to what everyone says about Witchers.

Robyn: *raises eyebrow* I don't seem to recall mentioning I was a Witcher.

Jaune: Well you're not exactly hiding it. Aside from your eyes, your medallion is giveaway.

Robyn: *laughs* I suppose I haven't done a good job of blending in. I am curious that you never mentioned anything until now, though.

Jaune: That's because I wanted to see if any of the rumours were true and so far, you're not living up to them at all. You saved from Cardin, bought me a hot meal and are even going out of your way to train me. I'd say you're a good person.

Robyn: *smiles* You're a kind boy, Jaune. Never lose that. How are your wounds?

Jaune: They should be healing up soon.

Robyn: Excellent! Although since you know I'm a Witcher, I'm going to take this up a notch. *taps waster in her hand*

Jaune: Ehehe, you're joking... right?

[6 Months Later]

For many days and nights, Jaune trained hard. His body had seen a slight growth in height and muscle, he was more agile and his technique was more focused. Today was the last day of summer and many of the citizens were invited to Prince Charles' castle for a banquet. No matter their social status, everyone eas welcome be they peasant or noble. The Arc Family gathered with everyone in the courtyard and clapped along as Noir and Blanc, the youngest twins, joined the dance circle.

Saphron: Whooo!!! Go Noir!

Rouge: Show them how it's done, Blanc!

Verte: Hey Jaune, why don't you join in? Who knows, you meet even find a lucky lady. *winks*

Jaune: Wha- Verte! *blushes* Th-That's not why I'm here!

Rouge: Yeah, yeah, you're here for the swordfighting contest. Try to lighten up a little, we're just having fun.

Jaune: Hmph!

As the morning turned to evening, the main event was about to be begin. Arriving in the courtyard was the young man himself, Prince Charles of Celiné. He had ashen black hair with a large, cyan streak at the front, emerald green eyes and wore a long, white linen tunic that stunned the crowd. Beside him was his best friend and leader of his Six Paladins, Orlando Lima. He was tall and green-haired, with brown eyes and wore lightweight green armour. Charles turned around to see his audience as they bowed to him. After a few minutes of speeches, it was time for contest to commence. However, this was no ordinary contest, as Charles had made an interesting addition to the rules. The winner would be offered an official membership into the Paladins. Within the crowd, Jaune soon became nervous. There was no way he could compete with the other swordsmen, he had only trained for six months. One by one, many of the compeitors had been defeated and standing victorious was his old enemy; Cardin. Jaune was about to turn away until his brothers blacked his path.

Blanc: Come on, big brother! Go!

Noir: Yeah! You got this!

Jaune: Hold on, I- gwagh!

Jaune was pushed into the centre where he came face to face with Cardin, who laughed mockingly..

Cardin: Oh this is too perfect! The Eternal Fire has blessed me with victory if he sent you as my challenger.

Jaune: L-Listen Cardin, I-

Cardin: Don't worry, Arc. I'll make this quick as to not humilate you. Haaaaah!!! *runs*

Cardin raised his waster high into the air and tried a downwad slash. Without even thinking, Jaune parried the incoming attack and elbowed him in the chest, staggering him. For a moment, Cardin was in shock but quickly regained is composure as he resumed his attacks. Jaune dodged each one with graceful agility and thwacked him from behind. The crowd gaped in excitement and intrigue, as did Charles and Orlando. Cardin, however, was gerting angrier and carelessly thrashed around. Jaune blocked and countered each strike and landed several blows across Cardin's stomach, arms, shins and his face. Cardin reached his limit and yelled as tried to thrust, only to be kicked to the ground as Jaune disarmed him. He couldn't believe it. He had lost. Jaune put his waster back in its sheath and bowed his head to the Prince.

Charles: *claps* Marvellous! Absolutely marvellous!

Jaune: Thank you, Your Highness.

Charles: What's your name?

Jaune: It's Jaune. Fourth child of the Arc family and the first son.

Charles: Hm. I don't think I've heard of the Arc family before.

Jaune: *chuckles nervously*We're not exactly famous. We're a common family with jobs like servers or tailors.

Orlando: And yet your technique with a sword was impressive. You must have had an excellent teacher.

Jaune: You could say that.

Charles: *smiles* Well now since there's no more challengers, I declare Jaune Arc as the winner!

Jaune: Excuse me?! Y-You mean I get to be one of your Paladins?

Charles: *nods head*

Cardin: What?! *gets up* Your Highness, I demand that he be disqualified from this contest! He had no right to join this contest in the first place! He's not of noble blood!

Orlando: Now, now settle down. The contest was open for everyone to compete in. Status doesn't matter at all.

Charles: And Jaune won fair and square. As such, he will be a squire for the Paladins. *turns to Jaune* Do you accept?

Jaune: *bows* Yes, Your Highness!

The room erupted with applause and Jaune's face turned rose red with embarrassment. But the loudest shouts and claps came from his family. He had done them proud.

Jaune: W-Wow! I-I actually did it!

Orlando: *grins* Welcome to the Paladins, son.

Amidst the cheering was a violet-eyed woman in a hooded cloak, smiling proudly. History was made that day; the day when the Seventh Paladin had arrived.

#rwby #rwby au #rwby fanon #the witcher #fairy tales #legends #jaune arc #robyn hill #team crdl #cardin winchester #russel thrush #skye lark #dove bronzewing #rwby oc #robert claremont #orlando lima #charlemagne #joan of arc

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pedgito · 2 years

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“want me to model these for you?”

Eddie plis 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

author's note: for my 1k celebration. i could've gone so dirty with this, but i tried to constrain myself lmao. plus, this was too funny of an idea not to write it.

cw: literally none, other than a very, very flirtatious eddie, fem!reader

word count: 1.1k

“I’m pretty sure you have it the wrong way,” You mention to Eddie, watching as he turned and twisted to fit the costume the correct way, getting tangled in the harness, the weak leather snapping apart from the resistance of Eddie’s broad shoulders. He freezes immediately, eyes locking with you from behind his arms, still trapped. You nearly combust on the spot, “I’m gonna kill you, Munson.”

You breath out sharply through your nose, rounding the long table to meet Eddie, helping his arms out of their uncomfortable position. “You didn’t mention you were making these for people the size of literal hobbits.”

“These were for Dustin,” You say through gritted teeth, tossing the destroyed material to the floor, back to the drawing board. It had taken you nearly two weeks to gather all the costumes together—two very long, painstaking weeks, your fingers ready to fall off at any moment, “who, if I remember correctly, is half your size, Eddie.”

“But, you didn’t—“ Eddie begins, silenced by your finger pressing to his lips.

“No. Sit.” You ordered, pulling your finger away from his mouth to point at his velvet lined chair—his throne, he called it. Fit for one person only, the prestigious Dungeon Master…yada, yada, whatever. He was always just Eddie to you.

“You didn’t tell me I couldn’t try it on.” He argues anyways, once you’re a sufficient distance away.

“No,” You say pointedly, “But, I did tell you to be careful with it—which, I figure, you get halfway through putting it on and realize it doesn’t fit, that you would take it off, not force it on.”

Eddie shrinks in defeat, guilt flooding his system. He did feel bad but he couldn’t hold in his excitement, too eager at the prospect of costumes for the extravagant session they had planned at the end of the month. Halloween night. He’d been planning for weeks.

It was destined to be the most insane campaign he had ever created. Everyone had their costumes planned out, ready for full immersion. But now, poor Dustin would be carrying his weapons around, rather than having them holstered away.

“You might’ve just cost Dustin his life now,” You comment, sifting through the pile of clothes, “he was really excited for that piece.”

It wasn’t as hindering to his character as you were making it out to be, but teasing Eddie was just too easy.

Eddie sighs softly, flicking at your small pile of dice on the table, a translucent cherry red with white detailing. Eddie was the one who had bought them for you, when everything was still new and you didn’t understand a single aspect about the game. Truthfully, he was just appreciative that you had given them a chance, being as open-minded as you were and all.

You were always incredibly talented with a needle and cloth, always making your own handcrafted, personally styled outfit pieces for school. You even taught him how to sew the custom pieces on his jacket—and he was forever indebted to you now, or so he said. Eddie was a fan of dramatics and while you never really took any of it to heart, it was still endearing.

“Aha!” You shout, holding up the dark cape that you had crafted for Eddie. He wanted something dark, dreadful, and a little terrifying in hopes of scaring the boys shitless. “Oh, and I can’t forget the horns.”

Eddie perked up quickly, flexing his hands excitedly in your direction, grabbing at the crafted horns, still smelling of polymer and paint. “These are so cool,” His voice is raw, fingers dragging along the ridges and dips of the carefully crafted piece. You smile at his astonishment, flipping the hood of the cape over, showcasing the two carefully cut holes, “no way.”

“Yes—so that way, you put those on,” You grab the headband, slipping it into place under the hood, “and you can’t even tell that it’s not already a piece of the costume. Sick, right?”

Eddie laughs in disbelief, eyes glancing up at you. The grin on his face is just the answer you need, but he nods, “Hell yeah.”

“Plus, with the whole lighting situation we’ll have going and the music—I think it’ll scare the crap out of those kids.” You add, helping him into his costume, securing the front of the cape around his neck. “Voila.” You sing, fingers moving fancifully, like you were crafting a bit of magic.

Eddie’s eyes wander to the table, stopping on one particular piece in question. A black and red corset, decked to the nines with lace and hooks and all the necessary components. It wasn’t hard to deduce who it was for, his eyes shooting back to you, wide as ever.

He plucks it up delicately, before you can protest. “Huh,” He nods, “What about this?” Eddie asks, Cheshire grin on his face, “Want me to model these for you?” He’s holding the corset to his chest, glancing up at you with faux innocence.

You scoff, yanking the garment from his grip and shoving at his face playfully, doing nothing to wipe that smug look off his face.

“I think you’ve already done enough damage for one night.” You remind him, flipping the corset back onto the table. “Besides, I don’t think I could handle you in a corset.”

It’s not meant to sound as flirtatious as it does, but Eddie picks at it, not allowing you to wiggle out of this one.

“Oh,” His voice raises, pulling gently at the string of the cape until it falls from his shoulders, “so what is it—the tattoos, or wait—is it my shoulders, are they just that distracting?”

It was a bit of both, but he didn’t need to know that.

You slip the headband carefully off his head, peering directly into his eyes. “Count your days, Munson.” It’s a warning.

“And why is that?” Eddie urges, forcing his way into your space, but you don’t back down.

The back and forth between you two was ridiculous, a constant bickering mess, always chomping at the smallest bit of whatever you could, just to get each other riled up.

It worked so well.

“Because I know the second I walk in here, in that,” You bite back, eyes locked onto him like he was your next target, “your entire campaign is going to fall to pieces.”

Eddie wouldn’t be able to focus, let alone direct an entire campaign, not with you sitting directly across from him, staring him down like you wanted to swallow him whole. You were just as enticing as you were terrifying and you heard it from Eddie constantly—“You really know how to work ‘em.” He’d told you, having somehow managed to scare Jason off enough from asking you on a date, yet still leaving his friends in awe at how easily you handled the situation, giving him a small taste of his own medicine.

“We’ll see about that, princess.”

Needless to say, it was the quickest campaign in Hellfire history.

#eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson blurb #my writing #1kfc #i hope this isn't as all over the place as i feel it is lmao

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tavyliasin · 2 months

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BG3 FicFeb SFW - Day 16

Today's prompt is to base the work on a song. The ending notes will contain the full lyrics, but this is the song link I chose. It felt like it fit well with Wyll's character arc, how he's struggling with his identity shifting and changing as a result of everything that happens outside of his control.

I'm not as happy with this chapter but I think it ended well enough, and it was fun to explore through the vibes of the song~

Short fic below the cut~

Day 16 - Write something inspired by your favourite song/poem/book (I can't pick a single favourite song so I chose one that worked)

Wyll stormed out of his tent, shirtless and distressed, his clothing hanging loose in his hand. “That’s the fourth time this week! I can’t keep…how the hells do I-”

“Wyll. Come here.” Tav’s voice was firm but calm, the others already starting their day around her as Wyll had been struggling with his outfit in his tent. “Sit down. Astarion?”

“Again?” The pale elf was already going through his pack for the sewing kit as Wyll slumped down on the log next to Tav.

“Don’t worry about it. We’ve got more thread, more patches.” She took the shirt and passed it over to Astarion, who quickly got to work on the rip.

“I’m pathetic.” Wyll gazed into the fire.

“Wyll, it’s a shirt. You’re still getting used to the horns, and honestly even if it wasn’t that then something would’ve put a hole in it eventually.” She wiggled her finger through a rip in her leathers, the slight red stain betraying the cause as an errant arrow a few days prior.

“If it was just a shirt, it wouldn’t matter.” He still didn’t turn his eyes from the fire. “But that bloody thing might as well be a metaphor for my whole life.”

Tav looked to Halsin, who was helping Gale with the morning food supplies, and motioned brewing some tea. The druid nodded, already selecting the pot and herbs. She motioned for Wyll to continue.

“Every time I tried to dream of something, to reach out and grab it, it ends up torn apart. I tried to save the city, my family, to be the man that my father always wanted me to be…and I was cast out. I tried to rebuild myself, to at least still be a hero, to do what was right and to save people…and I nearly killed an innocent woman. Gods only know how many others Mizora might have made me hurt.” He glanced over at Karlach for a moment, as she helped pack up everyone’s tents for travelling again, completely unaware of the single fiery eye that was already stinging with fresh tears for her sake. “For all my troubles, for all that trying to still do the right thing, I can’t even be a hero because anyone I try to help only sees a demon from their worst nightmares.”

“You didn’t know, you couldn’t have known any of this would happen.” Tav handed him the freshly brewed mug of tea.

“But that’s the thing. Even if I knew, if I went back knowing everything I do now, I’d do it all again. I don’t know if it’s foolishness, unjustified courage, or desperation to try and live up to even the smallest part of that legacy of my father. Yet here I am, blade in hand, devil’s chain around my neck. I’m still fooling myself into thinking I can change it, that it’s worth it… Just like every damned day I put that shirt on telling myself it won’t catch on my horns this time because I know better.” He sighed heavily, taking a sip of his drink and sitting back a little. “And yet here we are. Again. Another hole to mend, but at least that’s just a shirt, and not trading my soul for a dream that should’ve died the moment I lost my eye.”

Astarion handed back the shirt in question, the hole mended, but not with a basic stitch. It looked more like embroidery, a small sword with a golden hilt. “Gods I can’t listen to this any more. Look at this. The shirt, it will never be the same because of the holes in it, imperfect, whatever you want to call it.”

“You’re not helping, Astarion.” Wyll grumbled, running his thumb over the other repairs made that week.

“Oh for the gods…let me finish, will you?” The pale elf shot back, tapping on the embroidered part insistently. “Someone here seems to keep telling me something, so I am going to do you a favour and impart the same lesson. Life changed you, yes. Well it does that, and rarely with any thought for your dreams or goals. So change them. Stop seeing all the parts that are broken and look at the parts you still have. You see over there? That tiefling who you didn’t horribly murder? Good. She’s rather fond of you, and if you get your horns out of your arse for 5 seconds you might just notice.”

“That’s…certainly something to think about, but what’s the point if-”

“Darling please stop the warlock from talking for a minute will you?” Astarion shot a pointed look at Tav, who in turn nudged Wyll and hid behind her own tea. “You cannot go back to being just the human Wyll Ravengard any more than I can undo being a bloody vampire. So, why not look at what you do have? You are alive. You have one good eye. And gods forbid I point out that you even have friends around you who do not give a single fuck what you look like, because they know who you are.”

“I…Thank you, Astarion, that’s surprisingly-”

“AND WE ALSO ALL HAVE BLOODY TADPOLES IN OUR BRAINS THAT COULD TURN US INTO MINDFLAYERS AT ANY GIVEN MOMENT. So if you are quite done with your pity party, I would like to get back on our way to getting rid of the bloody things.”

Tav watched the vampire stalking back off to his tend and simply shrugged with a smile. “He’s not wrong. Not necessarily the kindest way to say it, but… Stop worrying about the dreams you can’t reach any more, Wyll. Look at what’s right in front of you. If you can even get a passionate speech out of Astarion of all people, I’d say you’re doing at least something right.” She ran a finger over the embroidered sword on his now mended shirt. “The world has changed every one of us from what we thought we might be. It’s scary, and sometimes it hurts more than any arrow or axe, but we survive. And after we survive, we decide what living means again.”

She stood up to follow after Astarion, leaving Wyll with his thoughts, his shirt, and half a cup of cold tea that had been forgotten. He glanced over at Karlach again, her bright smile matching the glow of her heart. “A blade,” he muttered, mostly to himself, “is only worth what it can protect.” ------ ------ FULL SONG LYRICS

Sainthood and Sanctuary by Aviators

Safe from an early grave But death feels closer still When does the human soul cave To find itself a kill Promised a crown of glory Fought for an equal stand But fortune would never find me In this blood red land

Why have I given my heart I've fallen so far Because now the future scares me Why am I broken and small i'd sacrifice all For sainthood and sanctuary

After I sought protection The saviors broke my bones Lost streets that I remember Now lie here alone Mantras of greater purpose End up left behind The faithful don't deserve this Desperate and blind

Why have I given my heart I've fallen so far Because now the future scares me Why am I broken and small i'd sacrifice all For sainthood and sanctuary

I would give anything to know I'm not alone I'm tired of suffering When I once had a home

Fallen graces familiar faces Never look like mine rings of fire And holy water never turn back time Why do I have many questions Intel I can't find still unsure of My mind's selection to trust my fallen kind

Why have I given my heart I've fallen so far Because now the future scares me Why am I broken and small I'd sacrifice all For sainthood and sanctuary

Why have I given my heart I've fallen so far Because now the future scares me Why am I broken and small i'd sacrifice all For sainthood and sanctuary

I would give anything to know I'm not alone I'm tired of suffering When I once had a home

#bg3ficfeb #wyll ravengard #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 tav #fanfic #a tav's guide #fics with music #Spotify

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riotwritesthings · 2 years

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Normal Business Hours

for the @starkbucksbingo

Title: Normal Business Hours

Collaborator Name: Riot Card Number: 325 Square Filled: G4 - "If we get caught I'm blaming you."

Collaborator Name: GaySpaceSp Card Number: 317 Square Filled: I4 - Graveyard

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40054362 Ship: Winteriron Rating: T Major Tags & Triggers: humor, banter, implied graverobbing, just a necromancer and his zombie assistant Wordcount: 692 Summary: Tony and his newest assistant have a mission to accomplish, but first they have to contend with a locked gate.

art by the fantastical @gayspacesprinkles!!

“Lift me up a little higher!” Tony says and then braces his foot on top of Bucky’s head, his arms stretched straight up as he reaches for the top of the chain link fence.

“I don’t understand why I can’t just break the lock on the gate,” Bucky grumbles, but adjusts his grip on the bottom of Tony’s other foot and tries to hitch him up a little higher.

“Because that’s how people notice, and why we can’t go back to the old graveyard,” Tony reminds him and Bucky can practically hear him rolling his eyes.

Bucky continues grumbling under his breath but does his best to steadily lift Tony up higher, and then sputters when Tony’s foot slips off his head and skitters down his face. “Watch it,” he snaps, jerking his head back and almost dropping Tony, “you nearly took my damn nose off.”

“I can just sew you on a new nose,” Tony says dismissively, and when Bucky jostles him hard he lets out a squeak and flails his hands out to grab for the fence again.

“But I like this nose, it’s mine,” Bucky says, glaring up at him, then pointedly taps the fingers of his left hand against Tony’s calf where it’s holding him steady as he adds, “I’m still not totally used to this new arm you slapped on me.”

“You’re such a baby,” Tony says with a laugh, “and I still say that you should have let me go with something bigger-”

“I don’t want to be lopsided-”

"Well maybe with a stronger arm you could actually get me over this fence sometime this year- hofuck-"

The shriek Tony lets out as Bucky all but throws him over the top of the fence is incredibly satisfying, as is the continued swearing and loud thump as he hits the ground. Sure, Bucky is probably going to be the one scrubbing mud out of Tony’s clothes, but it's totally worth it for the fact that Tony's face is also covered in mud when he lifts it to fix Bucky with a glare.

"You did that on purpose, you miserable undead bastard," Tony accuses, glaring harder, but it's really ruined by the twigs and dead leaves clinging to his face.

"Shh, stop being so loud," Bucky says, not even trying to fight down his wide smirk, "or you're gonna get us caught."

"If we get caught, I'm blaming you," Tony mutters as he pushes himself upright and starts wiping at his face, "and then I'm turning you back into a corpse."

"Promises, promises."

Tony huffs out a reluctant laugh as he pushes himself to his feet and then says "You are my worst reanimated assistant."

"Yeah," Bucky says brightly,"but I'm also your only reanimated assistant."

"What?” Tony asks, pausing in the middle of unlocking the gate from the inside to give him a confused look before realization dawns and he huffs out “you're not even counting Dummy?"

"Dummy is an abomination of random animal parts,” Bucky points out, wholly unimpressed, “and he spends most of his time trying to eat the furniture."

"He's doing his best," Tony says with a sniff and returns his attention to the lock, “besides, he was a very early attempt. And now look at you, you don't even eat furniture or crave the flesh of the living."

"Just yours," Bucky says with a toothy grin, then barks out a startled laugh when Tony responds by winking and wiggling his eyebrows. "Stop that," he says without any heat, "are you even allowed to make flirty-face at the zombies you make?"

"I'll definitely have to look into it," Tony says dryly as he finishes unwinding the chain that holds the gate closed, "because I clearly care so much about things like rules." The cemetery gate creaking open punctuates his point pretty well, and then Tony is spinning on his heel as he says "Now c’mon, we gotta collect the pieces for my next masterpiece before sunup."

"Well now you're just tryin' to make me jealous," Bucky says dryly, but follows him without complaint and grins when Tony throws his head back with a laugh.

#my fic #winteriron #bucky/tony #starkbucksbingo #Starkbucksbingo2022 #SBB2022

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husbandohunter · 3 years

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You know ur small predicament post?? you should make a reverse version where s/o is smaller!

A Smaller Predicament [Genshin Impact x Smol!Reader]

Characters: Scaramouche, Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Xiao, Zhongli, Albedo

Synopsis: Not only did you shrink, you went pocket sized as well!

(A sequel to "A Small Predicament")

(A/n): Sorry for the long wait anon, and I kind of added a twist to the scenario for more diversity hahaha hope you don't mind >_<. And why is Childe the poster boy for this series lmao.

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Childe

When Childe walks in, he doesn't see you....until he looked down. He almost crunched you beneath his feet if it weren't for your constant flailing of arms and screeching voice. He blanks out for a hot minute as you clung onto his toes, doesn't dare to move an inch because he's so petrified (even though there's nothing to be afraid of??). But honestly if Childe moved right now, he might accidentally flail you to the side and that's the last thing he wants.

"WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU??" He screamed so loud it nearly blew you out of proportion. Seems like he's going to have alot of adjusting to do. Childe is a tall man (canonically the tallest) and he knows how impulsive he can get which is why he bought a handmade dollhouse from one of the Liyue merchants for you to stay in.

Though there's something about your tiny size that makes his heart flutter. With your face so small with a pair of eyes far too big, *clutches chest* "My oujo-chan is so cute" -Childe probably. He won't stop saying them over again and you were growing tired of his gushing reactions. He can't help it. He wants to spoil you rotten. You fit right onto the flat of his palms, the way you just snuggle up againts his finger and he just- swoons, might tear up (bruh).

Toys may be for kids but for Childe it was now his favourite pass time. While you navigate around the wooden dollhouse, he pitches in by moving around the furniture to make it easier for you. Offers to carry you through the rooms like a personal elevator. And please, please let him tuck you to bed. He has to pinch his fingers to grab the blanket. It's so adorable to him.

Loves it when you snuggle up against his collar. He thinks it would be the best area for you to be nearby him since the risk of you getting hit by anything (or him) by accident is very slim chance. Sometimes he pulls up his collar so that you're more comfortable and cradled within. He would have to avert his eyes down rather than turning his head if he wanted to look at you otherwise you'd be hit by his chin and that would hurt.

The poking sensation with you by his neck can bother him since he's veeeery tickilish there. Plus, Childe can get easily sweaty so have fun with that.

You have a feeling that he wasn't so pleased when you transformed back. You might be right. Actually, you are right. He secretly has an extra potion hidden somewhere...just in case.

Diluc

Mortified, his soul just left his body. To think things couldn't get any worse ever since he turned into a child to the point no one took him seriously, now you're literally the size of an apple. Oh god what if his bird suddenly swoops in and gobbles you right up? Or the wrath of the wind comes by, swirling you away towards a tornado. Needless to say, Diluc grew paranoid over your well-being ever since.

Due to your extremely small size, he will ensure that you are supervised by him (except at night where he has places to go). In otherwords, you're slipped into the inner pocket of his coat. It's super warm, you can fall asleep (and feel his heartbeat awww). Diluc doesn't like keeping you in places where people can see you, it would be too easy for outer things to access your tiny form (or maybe he secretly likes the feeling of you in his pocket.)

And he's such a gentleman about it. You noticed how careful he moves among his footsteps because he's worried that you might get dizzy. Diluc guards the pocket at close parameter, keeping an eye on things so he won't bump into them. As if he was treading on thin ice (you even suggested it was best to leave you home but he's too overprotective for his own good).

You're like his little assistant. Diluc does so much paperwork through out the day and although the act was small, he finds it endearing how you would help bring the papers back to it's rightful pile or pushing the ink bowl towards him. Or during his shifts at Angel's Share, crawling around the glass utensils and trying to find a specific wine beverage on his shelf. Of course that only happens when the shop is closed, how is he going to explain to his patrons that you shrank and now live in his pocket?

He dislikes the thought of you wandering too far. It's so easy for you to get lost especially when the mansion is so large.

At night you now sleep atop the fluff of the pillow. Diluc is a calm sleeper so he won't have to worry about hitting into you. However he radiates warmth so you just subconicously roll towards to his face. He usually wakes up with you sprawled over his nose. He can hardly breath (careful, he might just sneeze too).

This all happened because of the experiements you participated with Albedo. Diluc ensures that doesn't happen again. It will take some tencaious effort to convince him otherwise.

Scaramouche

Fuck this guy. He treats you like his new pet, a new toy (though you technically are one). He has this arrogant, smug and sadistic look as if he was a predator looking at his prey and grabs you by the collar before dangling you up in the air.

"Hmph, looks like the tables have turned," he says while toying with your state. You tell him he's just angry because he's short himself and mad that everyone else in the Fatui organization is taller than him. Scaramouche demon face activated. He's about to devour you. (Maybe you should keep your mouth shut this time. Honestly your relationship with him is pretty weird).

His hat is so fun to play with. You'd swing around like Tarzan using the strings that were hanging from it. His head was your playground now which annoys him to an enourmous extent because it makes him look ridiculous. Scaramouche will have a hard time catching you since you move around so much. Climb around him, especially the back of his neck. He'll start wheezing when you tickle him there.

The type to put you in a box but also the type to keep you on his shoulders. Being relied on makes him feel taller (lmfao). Scaramouche seemse to have developed a habit to poke your cheeks whenever he needed your attention and you bit him back once when he pushed too hard that you nearly fell off. Despite your size, your teeth still hurt. He threatens to put you back into the box if you don't behave and the outcome ends with a full out brawl as he tries to grab you again while you run around, pulling the strands of his hair to climb on top of his hat. (This is literally Tom and Jerry wtf.)

After transforming back, he outwardly admits his disappointmen. Scaramouche says it suits you better (when he actually meant that he highly prefers you small). You marked his words, keeping an extra vial for your own entertainment in the near future.

Xiao

Xiao was face-palming against his forehead real hard about this. For the love of Rex Lapis, what kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into this time? First it was the child incident, now you're the size of his finger? Good grief, looks like he will have to keep an eye on you from now on but at the same time he's scared to get too close, you are nothing but a tiny mortal in which he would have to double his effort to look after.

He lets you sit at the crown of his head rather than anywhere else. You insisted since it was easier to see everything at a nice distance (plus he's short so you won't have to worry about him bumping into door frames). You noticed that Xiao also has a little strand sticking out from the center (ahoge) and you sometimes grab onto it for stability. Turns out he's quite sensitive there and winces when you pull too hard.

For the remaining week as the antedote was being prepared, Xiao became extremely aggressive over your well-being, he looks as if he's ready to massacre everything in his way...which he did. Clears out the monsters off the path before going on daily strolls with you, you wouldn't have to lift a finger from now on. No one except for him is allowed to hold you unless they're a trustworthy person. You could feel his sharp eyes glued on you like a hawk when walking into the grasp of Zhongli's hand.

You once accidentally tripped into his almond tofu when he wasn't looking and he almost ate you. Turns out being small made his job as your gaurdian ten times harder (especially when you're the clumsy type). If you were to fall off the table, he would have to catch you right? Xiao often bumps into furnitures in the process...ouch!

He's very soft. It's all over his forehead, his mouth, his eyes. When he looks at you, his tense eatures melted away and there's an invisible fondness over them as he cradles you in his palm. The way you snuggle in them is lke the most precious thing in the world.

When you turn back, there's a wave of relief. He was really stressed out you know?

Zhongli

His first thought is to get you as far as he can from the Funeral Parlour before Hu Tao finds you. Who knows what that child might have in mind. Zhongli takes one of his empty tea pots and urges you to go inside, or carries a tea cup with you in it, he likes placing you on objects while carrying you around.

Zhongli realizes that you can no longer use the household items like before so he has to remake them to your standards- especially when he realized he doesn't have the mora to buy you a dollhouse. He improvises. Takes a handkerchief to make your blanket, his cups for your bathtub, Zhongli had to cut the foot into byte-sized too. But in terms of clothes, well he had to make them as well. Living thousands of years would mean he would have lot of experience. Sewing was one of them luckily. But that would mean he has to take your measurements as well. In the end, most of the things he made were dresses since they were alot easier.

You like to sneak in between his shirt and his vest tucked behind the coat he wears. Unfortunately Zhongli doesn't seem to have visible pockets (most likely the reason why he doesn't carry mora either), though if you don't hold on tight you might just slip down his vest and right to his stomach. It makes him chuckle when that happens even if the amount of effort to get you out took more than he thought since his attire is quite complicated to put on. If you really want to climb on him, he'll find a seperate pouch (but realizes it won't be a good idea when there's alot of pick-pocketers in Liyue streets).

All of a sudden he reads you bedtime stories. It's some sort of inner instinct that tells him he's taking care of a child now (he's right though). You realized that his voice was equivalent to a thunder's roar due to size difference. He would have to whisper now.

It will always be part of his precious memories when you turned pocket-sized. Zhongli still keeps the clothing he made somewhere in his closets too.

Kaeya

Amused by this eventful situation. Absolutely thrilled! He's not evil like Scaramouche but this new version of his s/o is both adorable and fun at the same time. You're so easy to tickle, just one poke using his finger against your hips makes you yelp. Sometimes he twirls your hair or taps your forehead gently despite your protest, he's so handsy like always in an affectionate yet annoying way.

Kaeya picks you up and places you among the fluffy comfort of his feathery scarf. You sneezed, the last time he cleaned it was before he went on a mission with the knights. Though you have to admit, it's the best feeling in the world. It's so soft you might sink deeper into the fabric. He likes to put you in places where he can talk to you easily, sometimes on the table while he downs on his wine. Normally you have to take the bottle away before it gets too much, now you have to push it away which he finds very entertaining at your futile attempts.

"Don't you have anything better to do?" you tell him. Since you turned byte-sized, he can't seem to stop playing around. Takes his two fingers and pretends they're legs walking across the surface. You would turn around and he halts, Kaeya sends you his signature grin. When he promises that he wouldn't do anything funny, you would let him hold you. Since hugs are out of the equation, Kaeya gives you his finger instead to wrap your arms around. He can't get enough seeing you like this, things he couldn't do when you were normal-sized. he enjoys your reactions way too much.

His favourite pass time is helping you brush your hair because the hairbursh is too big for you to handle. Kaeya ensure he's handling things delicately but he would love to help style it for you as well. Pretty please? At this point one request turns to another because he's having way too much fun. But it couldn't be helped since you would need his assistance in almost everything so there's really no escaping.

You were so happy when things were normal again but Kaeya would bring this up again during your conversations (how next time he would like to put you in his drinks while you're wearing a swim suit).

Albedo

Legit blurted out if he could put you on a hamster wheel.

What about trying out the little maze he just made?

Or participating in a race against slimes of different elements?

No? Okay, then he'll just turn you back.

Albedo isn't going deal with this as along as he can help it (especially when he remembers what Klee did to him when he turned small.)

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loving-medusa · 3 years

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The Dimitrescus take care of Donna Beneviento: Headcanons

WITHOUT A DOUBT, ALCINA DIMITRESCU AND HER DAUGHTERS TAKE CARE OF (AND LOVE) DONNA BENEVIENTO. 100000%. Here are some headcanons for you besties: - Donna has her own room in the castle near the Dimitrescu chambers. She stays over all the time and actually keeps some of her more prized dolls within her bedroom- mainly because she knows the castle is very protected. Her room always smells like flowers! - Alcina and Donna have a little schedule so that whenever Donna is away, Alcina writes her every four days on how her dolls are doing (it helps ease her anxiety and shows that Alcina cares about her.) The maids dust the shelves each day! - Donna also has a ‘crafts’ room of sorts hidden within the heart of the castle- she likes her privacy and usually the door has a little red ribbon tied to the handle when she doesn’t want anyone to barge in. - It’s filled with a special work table and tools- as well as doll parts and other necessary items. There’s also a pair of gloves for her (and a mini pair for Angie.) There’s one mirror in the room but it’s covered with a cloth. - Sometimes, the girls join her! - Daniela pops in from time to time for some peace and quiet- she sits in comfortable silence with Donna and finds that her work is quite soothing. - Bela goes in with tea and a book. They have pleasant conversation and Donna absolutely lights up when Bela indulges her and asks questions about her craft and what she does and how she does it. - Cassandra busts in with cookies or a sweet that she stole from the kitchens and usually goes in to cheer Donna up. She puts on music for them and dances playfully with her, as well as makes her laugh and smile. - The trio also all know how to sew (Alcina managed to teach them lol) and after a tough and/or stressful day, they sit in the room with her and sew together. Eventually, they end up making veils! - Bela decides to sew in Donna’s favorite flowers and makes it look very pretty and feminine. - Cassandra creates little dagger and jewel patterns that she can wear out to a ball or whenever she wants honestly. - And Daniela chooses to be a bit more practical and sews her a thicker veil (though still thin enough to breathe and see through) for the winter months. - Angie is allowed to roam the castle and actually manages to make friends with some of the maids but usually she’s found in the gardens or just around- causing havoc with the daughters. - Alcina and Donna have a close relationship. Whenever Donna’s upset and/or hurt (physically, emotionally, etc.)- Alcina never hesitates to open her arms and hear her out. She loves her very much and would protect her with all of her heart. - Knowing Donna does not like company with those she isn’t familiar with, Alcina and her establish social cues. During events they both attend- Alcina keeps an eye out for something like a subtly raised finger pointing in a different direction, meaning she wants to go there- or maybe Angie is with them and her mouth falls open- that could be a sign of Donna being uncomfortable. Just small things one usually wouldn’t notice unless you knew to look for them. - Alcina HATES. HATES. HATES. how Mother Miranda made Donna a line of defense against Ethan Winters. She’s very protective of her and knows that there are things Donna doesn’t understand- she tries to shield her from the cold brutality of certain things (but knows that it’s difficult, considering the type of atmosphere they’re constantly surrounded with.) - Donna calms down the Dimitrescus. If Daniela is on the verge of tears, or Alcina is overflowing with irritation, or if Cassandra is in a rage- one look at Donna’s still form and her clasped hands and suddenly they’re deflating a bit and thinking about their actions (unless they’re too far gone.) - Something about her quiet presence and how they know that she’s worried about them- it makes them feel a bit guilty for blowing up when she’s near. - Cassandra and Daniela (mainly Dani) are extremely curious and ask Donna to help them see hallucinations. - Reluctantly, she does. It ends up being funny as hell. - They’re running around the castle from various monsters and Bela can’t help herself from laughing so hard she cries. Donna’s shoulders shake slightly as she laughs behind her veil. - Alcina ends up wrestling the girls to their rooms and giving them something to help (although she does share a laugh with Donna.) - Dani asks if she can go again. - Donna and Angie like sweets. Period. - Donna has memorized and named all of her dolls. Bela tries memorizing them all too. - Cassandra gets scrap from her uncle and gives the smaller pieces to Donna so she can work them into her dolls. - Donna and Heisenberg have a bad relationship cuz he’s a dick to her (I love Heis but really my guy? Insulting her after she died? smfh.) - Alcina stands up for her. - THE GIRLS AND HER HAVE LITTLE SLUMBER PARTIES AND PAINT EACH OTHER’S NAILS AND DO MAKEUP AND HAIR! They take turns telling scary stories and trading stories about their lives. They don’t mention Mother Miranda on those nights. - Angie joins them 100% - Alcina smiles to herself in her study or room when she hears the girl’s scream laughter as they giggle with Donna about something one of them said. - On nights where Donna can’t sleep, Alcina sits with her and reads her to sleep. She also checks on her each night (just like she does with the girls) before heading to bed. - Donna also has a good relationship with Moreau but not nearly as good as her one with Alcina. - Donna likes cats. - She takes walks around the castle grounds and such with Alcina and the girls from time to time- usually they’re shrouded in comfortable silence, though when she’s with Alcina- they talk about everything and anything. - Donna rarely talks to others- so the main people she communicates with are the Dimitrescus, Moreau, and Mother Miranda (though she tries to stay away from her honestly.) - Alcina’s loyalty may run deep for Mother Miranda- but she’d do anything for Donna. She’s her most trusted (and only) friend. - Donna checks on Alcina from time to time. When Angie shows up in her office, Alcina knows it’s Donna’s way of saying “take a break and come visit me” and Angie leads her to whichever room she’s in. - They have tea together all the time. - Donna doesn’t like thunderstorms but she appreciates their beauty. WELP. THAT’S ALL I HAVE FOR TODAY. HOPE YOU LIKE IT XOXO.

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harryscherrypie · 2 years

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I've loved you through the centuries ch.3

The prince meets the maid

Harry Styles x fem!reader reincarnated au

Previous chapter

summary of a chapter: Prince meets a maid and something between them clicks, A friendship evolves into a bit more, but things can't stay perfect forever.

!Photos from mood boards are from Pinterest, credit goes to the creators!

!The people in mood boards in no way represent the looks or skin color of the characters. These are the first photos I found that looked the closest to the image in my mind.!

warnings- parents fighting, slight injuries, historical inaccuracies

!All people in this story are made up, no one is a historical figure!

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The Belmond dynasty has ruled over England for the last 200 years. Now, the country was thriving more than ever. Its' king, Thomas III, was a king who ruled with an iron fist. He didn't tolerate any misbehavior from his servants or his people. No one dared to defy him or go against him. Maybe that's why there were minimal numbers of attempted revolutions during his reign. He was a cold king and even colder person. Even towards his own wife and son, William

William on the other hand was the complete opposite of his father. He was kind and lovely to everyone he crossed paths with. He was excited to become the king because he wanted to change the kingdom for the better. He wasn't really close to his father, not agreeing with his decisions. He was much closer to his mother, the queen.

She was a kind person, who taught him everything he knew. If it weren't for her, he wouldn't be who he was today. She was the one who taught him how to sew, clean, and cook, which his father didn't approve of. He always said that it was a woman's work and that a future king shouldn't bother with cleaning or sewing. This only caused his parents to have a massive argument.

The arguments happened very often and over minor things like when the queen sent a servant home because she was sick. William couldn't even count the times they ended up in a fight and the servants ushered him out of the room. One of the worst fights happened about 4 years ago when he was about 16. He ran out of the room with tears in his eyes, scared for his mother's life.

He ran through the halls blinded by his tears, when he bumped into something, or rather someone. Both of them tumbled to the ground.

"Hey, look where you are goi-" the voice died down.

"Oh my, your highness, I'm so sorry, I didn't know it was you," the girl in front of him stumbled over her words. William couldn't say anything, trying to keep his tears at bay, too embarrassed to cry in front of a girl.

"My Prince, are you okay?" She asked quietly as she moved towards him.

"M'fine," he mumbled as he rubbed his eyes with his knuckles. He tried to stand up but couldn't, his knee stinging too much.

"You can just move along," he said

"Your highness, your knee," she gasped as she moved away immediately.

"It's bleeding, can I help you?" she asked with panic lacing her voice. He didn't say anything, only nodded.

He felt something on his knee and looked through the little space between his fingers. He could finally see her. She looked about his age, with her hair tied back into a bun, under the dirty linen cloth, wrapped around her soft face. She was dressed very simply. A long-sleeved cream dress with an even dirtier apron wrapped around her waist.

He watched her hands work, noticing her bandaged fingers. The bandages were all bloody, probably from fixing up the old tapestries that were found in the castle's attic a few months ago.

Suddenly, he hissed from the pain and she flinched away from him.

"I'm so sorry your highness," she apologized and quickly got back to her job. His tears finally stopped and he could move his hands away from his face.

"Thank you," he mumbled and she only smiled at him.

"Don't need to mention it, your highness," she smiled and he hissed again.

"I'm William," he introduced himself.

"I know, my name is Agnes, it's nice to meet you, your highness," she smiled at him brightly and his heart nearly melted. Agnes, what a beautiful name, he thought.

When she was finished, she stood up and offered him her hand. He took it and she gently pulled him up. He stumbled a bit before he gained his balance.

"Thank you for your kindness, my lady, how can I repay it?" he asked and she blushed. No one has ever referred to her as a lady.

"It's my duty to be of any help to you my prince, I couldn't possibly want anything for doing my job," she answered nervously and he laughed lowly.

"But I want to thank you, how about we have lunch together, I want to thank you properly," he proposed and she smiled at him brightly.

"Okay, I accept,"

"Great, let's go,"

---

In the following 4 years, the duo became really close. They spent the first 3 of those years as friends and became lovers on Agnes's 20th birthday. It was one of William's favorite memories he had of them.

---

William was nervous throughout the whole day. He had arranged for him and Agnes to meet in the night, to spend the last hours of the special day together.

When the sun went down, he quietly sneaked into her room and knocked on the door. She opened up and smiled brightly at him.

"Hello your highness," she teased and he shook his head at her antics.

"Hello Agnes, how are you on this wonderful night?" He asked as she let him into her room. The room was small, with just a bed and a small chest to put her personal belongings in. There was a small window at the head of the bed, which let in the last rays of the sunlight into the small bedroom.

He flopped onto her bed and winced when a stray hay stalk jabbed him into his rib. He rubbed it a bit and pouted at her.

"You always do that, even when I tell you not to do that. The hay doesn't disappear overnight," she chuckled and sat down beside him.

"Happy birthday," he mumbled as he wrapped her up in his arms. She mumbled a quiet thank you and snuggled up into his chest.

"I got you a gift," he said and she shook her head in disagreement.

"You shouldn't have" she smiled but he could see that she was super happy about receiving a gift. He pulled out the simple box from his back pocket and handed it to her. She lifted the lid up and gasped when she saw the item inside.

The beautiful necklace with a golden pendant sat in the middle of the box on the velvet piece of fabric. Agnes ran her fingers against the pendant and the texture of the lavenders etched into the gold tickled the pads of her fingers.

"No, I can't accept this William," she mumbled.

"It's so beautiful," she smiled at him and wrapped her hands around him.

"I'm glad you like it, love," he blushed, the new nickname accidentally slipping out.

"You want to try it?" he asked and she nodded without hesitation. He turned her so her back would face him and he carefully picked up the necklace from the box.

"Looks good on you," he smiled and rubbed her shoulder.

"Thanks" she answered and turned to face him once again. He moved his hand to cup her cheek and she breathed in quickly.

"Can I kiss you please?" He asked, a bit breathless and she nodded. He quickly moved towards her and he connected their lips in a soft kiss.

"God, I wanted to do that forever," he mumbled as he moved her body to sit on top of his.

That was the best birthday gift Agnes could ever ask for.

---

Their relationship continued and they became closer and more comfortable with each other, all in secret of course. No one knew about them. If anyone knew, it would end up in a disaster. William knew that they were putting Agnes's life at risk by staying in a relationship but he couldn't stop being selfish. He just had to have her by his side.

But being young also comes with being dumb. They didn't know that most of the castle's staff knew about their escapades. They were the main source of gossip. And they were happy for the couple. Agnes was a sweetheart and everyone loved her. Same with the prince, he was always kind to them and they really appreciated it. The staff was super happy for them and decided to do everything in their power to not get the couple caught.

---

William was laying in his bed when a series of rhythmic knocks on his door broke him out of his thoughts.

"Come in," he called out and the door opened up. Agnes walked in. She looked beautiful as ever. Small bits of hair in her face, with her sleeves, rolled up and the apron wrinkled a bit.

"Hello my prince, how is your evening," she asked him jokingly and he shook his head.

"Lovely, now that you are here my lady, how about you?" He asked and she smiled at him.

"Wonderful, I missed you all day," she pouted her lips and he pulled her into his massive bed. She landed on top of him and he immediately went for a kiss.

Her fingers tangled in his hair and he groaned into the kiss. He moved her to make her straddle his thigh and she whimpered into the kiss softly.

"God I love your sounds, my love," he whispered against her lips and she smiled breathlessly. She broke the kiss to take a deep breath and fell back into his arms.

"How was your day?" He asked still a bit breathless.

"Tiring, I'm so glad to finally be with you," she admitted and he cooed at her.

"Aww my love, did you miss me?" he asked jokingly and she nodded as she placed a soft kiss into his neck.

"Did you get my poem?" He asked giddily and Agnes nodded as she pulled the messily folded paper out of her apron.

"What did you think? Did you like it?" He questioned a bit nervously and she stroked his cheek lovingly.

"Of course my prince, I love all of the poems you write for me," she smiled at him lovingly and kissed his temple.

He had been writing love poems to her, for about 6 months. Nearly every single morning, she found a messily folded paper in her shoes. It was her favorite part of the day, right after her time with him of course.

She kept the poems in a secret hiding place under a squeaky plank in the floor of her tiny room. Every day, the number of the papers increased and it made her heart fill up to the brim with happiness.

"I love you," she whispered softly and William only pulled her closer to him.

"I love you too my love," he said and placed a kiss into her hair.

---

"Did you see his highness with our sweet Agnes? They are so beautiful together," The kitchen helper gushed as she cleaned the dishes in the wooden bucket.

"I know, they look so happy together," another gushed as she tried to light up the fire under the huge iron pot. Before someone could say anything else, the wooden door leading to the kitchen opened and their queen stood there in all of her glory.

"Your highness, what can we do for you?" All of them dropped the items in their hands and curtsied.

"I have to apologize, but I must've overheard your conversation." The queen stated and all of the women looked at each other in horror. This is it, they thought. We messed it up for them and now they will behead Agnes.

"Would you be so kind and call for the girl, I would love to meet her," Queen asked calmly and one of the cooks nodded quickly and scrambled away from the room.

She returned back with Agnes trailing behind her.

"Your highness, you called for me, is everything alright?" She asked, not knowing what was happening. Everything came to her when she saw the guilty looks on the cook's face.

"I would love to talk to you, would you mind?" The queen asked and Agnes's eyes widened.

"Not at all your highness, did anything happen?" she asked and the queen gently took her by the hand.

"Let's take a walk in the gardens what do you say?"

---

The gardens in the summer were a beautiful sight to see. The trees provided a cool shade and the flowers bloomed with the most beautiful colors Agnes has ever seen.

"I have to say, I knew the staff liked to chatter, never knew I will learn something I didn't know from them," the queen hummed out and Agnes looked to the ground, scared.

"I don't understand where you are going with this your highness," Agnes tried to get out of this conversation but she knew, she couldn't hide it from the queen, not anymore.

"I think you know, it has to do with you and my son," the queen gently pushed to get the truth out of Agnes and the poor girl sighed. It doesn't matter anymore, she told herself as she started talking.

"It is true your highness, I am in love with your son, and he is in love with me," she said, feigning confidence. In reality, she was shaking in fear knowing that if she pleased, the queen could have her killed with just a move of her finger.

"Now that is wonderful, I knew he looked happier usually and now I know why," the queen gushed out and Agnes stood there with her mouth hanging open.

"You are not going to have me killed?" she asked without thinking and the queen moved back stunned.

"Of course not honey, I am glad that he found someone that makes him happy," she reassured Agnes and the girl calmed down just a tiny bit.

The two women continued walking through the garden, talking and getting to know each other.

---

While the two women bonded, the king had called for his son. While he waited for the younger man, he sat on his throne and read over the freshly delivered letter from overseas.

"Did you want anything father?" William came into the throne room after the servants let him know that his father called for him. As soon as he entered the room, a chill ran up his spine. Something wasn't right.

"You turned 21 3 months ago, you know what that means," his father said seriously and William took a step back as he shook his head.

"I have arranged a marriage for you," His father announced, and William's world stopped for a few moments.

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hi! i love your writing but couldn't find anything for taeil so could i request a make out session with 45 in hand holding (comparing hand sizes and then linking them), 26 in kisses (giggling in kisses) and 24 in touch (lips whispering and touching the ear) thank you !!

thank u for waiting TT i hope u like this!!

hand-holding, 45: comparing hand sizes and then linking them

kisses, 26: giggling in kisses

touching, 24: lips whispering and touching the ear

taeil only raises an eyebrow, a clear lilt in his voice when he questions you about the empty ice cream tub in the freezer. the only reply you can muster is sewed lips, closed tight in fear of admitting your mistake that you were making out to be more obvious than you thought.

“(y/n)...” he only frowns, a little disappointed that he couldn’t get a bit of ice cream that he was looking forward to even before dinner, but the pout you don has him melting like always and there’s a mischievous glint in his eyes before he’s stalking over to you, purpose in his eyes.

“you’ll be paying for my ice cream next time we go grocery shopping,” he grins, plopping his body weight onto you where your body suffers under his weight, trapped uncomfortably in an undesirable position. from here, you can see every ray of light in his eyes, the shine even if you’ve dulled it down with your lonely movie night days ago.

to be fair, that strawberry ice cream was really good.

silently, he grabs your hand and puts it up against his own, muttering something to himself that you can’t quite get until you ask him to which he mumbles, again, “how do you manage to eat so fast when your hand’s so small— ack!”

”my hand is not that small!”

“totally is,” taeil grins, observing how your hand stretch more and more to reach his fingertips, entranced by how much smaller you are than him. it fills his heart up with joy, because even despite not being one of the taller members, he’s able to baby you and tease you for your height, something he doesn’t usually have the luxury of doing.

“next time you gotta get me some expensive flavour, ’kay? i want those stupid weird flavours like-” taeil doesn’t notice your lovesick smile as he rants on, fingers now linked with yours as it comes naturally, a gesture that your boyfriend adores as he loves the feeling of your hand in his.

“why’re you staring at me like that?” you shake your head, not trusting your voice, but the other only takes it as an invitation to lean forward, capturing your lips with his that it makes your heart set off into fireworks.

your chest hurts and taeil is absolutely the cause of it, wrapping a secure but cold arm around your waist that has you squealing into the kiss. the other is affected by your sound, giggling right into the kiss where you can feel his smile against your lips and the eagerness behind it.

taeil manages to move you slowly where you’re now on top, and he tries his best not to pull away and put his hand over his heart where it beats a thousand miles per second. instead, he smiles deeper onto your mouth, sitting up where your arms roam over the expanse of his back.

the kiss switches to an open-mouthed one before the other slips his tongue in, feeling and pressing against yours needily that you can practically hear the shaky huff let out by your nose. his hands leave goosebumps even if you were clothed, occasionally travelling down to your ass to give it a little squeeze. it’s easy to get carried away when it’s taeil.

with one last smile, taeil then pulls away with swollen lips and dilated eyes, sparkling with love for you that you nearly fail to catch what he whispers to you. with hot breath and a teasing tone, it leaves you flustered and jittery.

“i think you’re becoming a little bold there, love. want me to put you in your place?”

with a grin, you’re replying him in the form of another passionate kiss, that sends taeil right back down to the sofa with laughter in his throat and you snug in his arms.

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His Coat [Obey Me! Barbatos/Lance]

Note: I’m looking at commissioning a Barbatos cosplay, ‘cause I don’t think my wrist will handle that much sewing well. ._. So I was like...what if Lance wore Barbatos’s clothes??? Here we are.

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Lance stood in the mirror with a crooked smile. He did a small spin, the tail part of the coat flowing out. He laughed lightly and examined the frills of the sleeves and the frills over his right jacket. They were silky and soft to the touch. The coat was warm and nearly drowned him in his smaller frame. The best part, though, was that it smelled like his favorite demon

Barbatos’s scent was much more subdued than most, seeing as the demon refused to wear any perfumes of any kind. He didn’t want to risk giving anyone he came into contact with a migraine or allergic reaction, so he used scentless things. Still, that didn’t stop the aromas of teas and subtle hints of whatever he’s baked from sticking to him.

Lance hummed, enjoying the scent of green tea and vanilla cake with strawberries. Two things that Barbatos had started to smell like more often after he realized Lance’s affinity for the two. Lance’s fingers played with the delicate chain as he melted further into the coat. Then, the door opened. Lance shot his head in the direction with widened eyes.

“Lance,” Barbatos’s voice sounded from the doorway. “What are you doing?” The demon shut the door behind him and made his way over to the human.

“I—Um, you see,” Lance stammered as he hid his face into the collar of the coat.

Barbatos chuckled lightly, wondering exactly where Lance’s hands were hiding in the sleeves. His gloved hands trailed down Lance’s arms until he found those hands. He held one of Lance’s hands in the jacket and made him twirl around in a circle. The demon smirked but hummed with approval.

"I do think I enjoy seeing you in my clothes,” Barbatos spoke with something dangerous laced in his tone. His eyes glowed ever so slightly as his horns started to form. Lance gulped as he tried to figure out exactly what was running through Barbatos’s mind. “It certainly feeds my greed.”

"Your greed?” Lance asked in a meek tone.

Barbatos raised a hand and gently caressed the side of Lance’s face. “It makes it blatantly obvious that you’re mine and I’m yours.” He examined Lance some more. “Perhaps I should have you wear my clothes more so that no demon tries to take you.”

Lance jumped as he felt Barbatos’s tail wrap around his lower leg. He glanced down at it before gazing up into Barbatos’s still gleaming eyes. “I…I wouldn’t mind that.”

Barbatos’s chest rumbled in amusement. “Wonderful. Now, I do hope you plan on wearing that to dinner.”

“To dinner?” Lance squeaked out. “With Lord Diavolo and Lucifer?”

Barbatos smirked. “Is that a problem?”

Lance wanted to protest and say that yes, it was a problem. His lips formed a thin line, wanting to please the one before him. Slowly, he shook his head. “No, if you’re okay with it, I guess not.”

Barbatos laughed and pressed a quick kiss to Lance’s forehead. “Thank you for indulging me.” He placed a hand on Lance’s back and guided him out of the room and towards the dining room. For a moment, it was silent until Barbatos spoke, “You don’t truly have to wear it if you don’t want to, Lance.”

Lance pulled the coat closer around him. “No, it’s okay. It’s comfortable.”

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Danon - M Hellhound x F Human (Reader) // NSFW

The pictures do not belong to me. I only created the mood board. Do not repost my work anywhere.

Content: NSFW/Lemon; injury (brief, not to reader), mild aggression, mentions of death, soul bonding, fluff, receiving oral, penetrative sex (+ knotting), marking (no biting - tattoo), more fluff to top it off, with the NSFW only at the very end - (if there is anything else anyone would like tagged here that I haven't caught, let me know!)

Wordcount: 3715

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The creature rested at your front door had been your shadow for some time now.

The raven fur thick at its scruff tinged with a crimson the nearer you came, and though you doubted its domesticity - its claws were far too long for any house pet, not to mention in place of fluffy ears were ram horns, wide and curled back to its neck - you still felt sympathy for the creature, wounded as it was.

You first saw it nearly a month ago, trailing at your shadow when the evening fell into night. If the creature had wanted to have you then, it would have. The flash of fanged teeth hadn't been so unusual, until the muzzle almost tore back, sinew and tendons sewing flesh together, up to it skull. Then you'd known it wasn't quite a dog, nor some odd breeding anomaly, and had fought to ignore the memory.

Until the creature was at your backdoor come dawn when you went to the river for water and herbs for medicine. You were no healer, not properly, but your parents had passed down knowledge you cherished and made use of. Poultices ready-made waited for collection, all the while your stalker sat by the tree line, waiting; you weren't sure what for.

To see it so defeated when it was usually full of life tugged you down to your knees. The first time you had confronted it - in a rage of foolishness, really, considering how lucky you had been to avoid any harm at its infliction, the creature had staggered back almost in shock at having stones thrown, before letting loose a growl so low your muscles locked, and you thought then you had incited your own death, as its muzzle nudged up at your fist, the creature large enough to come to your hips like a pony.

The memory was nothing now. You whispered, hoping to soothe the dog-like demon when you brushed its fur. It gave a low whine, and tail thin like a whip with an arrowed tip tucked neater to its belly. Whatever it was, was decisively male, but your focus was more on the scratches curled deep into its stomach, and the wound on its throat must have been from another creature of the same kind.

"Hey, boy," you said and offered your hand for him to sniff. The notion struck you as pointless; obviously he recognised you, laying at your door after following for so long, but the press of a hot nose was more reassurance to you than anything. "Stay still. You'll be okay, boy."

The idea of letting him inside was daunting, but you couldn't just leave him there to die. No matter why he followed you, he had come to you now for help, and you pressed onto his back carefully. When he snarled, you winced through gritted teeth.

"Come on, boy." You tucked your hands beneath his back enough to encourage him up. Your door was open. All he had to do was collapse inside. "Go on-"

With a pitiful whine, he fell heavily against your thigh as you led him in. He managed to carry himself to the fireplace before landing with a thud, and though he still breathed, you weren't surprised to find him now unconscious.

Treating a dog was different from humans but you made do with what you had, and you couldn't do anything more than that. What you noticed, even as you tried not to, was the thick stench of something foul and smoky on washing away blood, and something about it twisted at you. Like it was unnatural. There wasn't anything natural to a dog of his size, with horns and a tail like that, nor a muzzle so wide and sharp, but you had already invited him in and tended to his wounds, so you moved on.

You left a bowl of water and some old meat at his side but when you retreated to your room, sharp canines snatched your wrist. His eyes flicked up to you, a bright, burning red against his ashen body. When you conceded and sat at his side, a soft whimper enticed your fingers to his scruff, careful to avoid the horns and shallow wound.

"You're okay," you hummed, holding still when he inched close enough to lay a heavy head on your thighs. "You'll be okay, boy. You’ll be healthy again, and you won't even try to eat me, will you? No," you whispered, and spoke until his eyes fell shut.

That night you spent curled uncomfortably back against the sofa, falling in and out of a restless sleep. You woke before dawn to find the beast gone, and in his place was a man. The first, natural instinct that came to you was to scream; his head was nuzzled against your thighs, a hand curled at your hip and clutching loosely, but the familiarity struck you before the screech came.

His body was the same black of his fur, a rich, almost obsidian, but the giveaway was the tail twined to his bare legs. Even still, his mouth seemed off, a little too wide, and the short nubs at his temples, though dramatically smaller horns, were the same.

So you yawned, snatching the blanket off the sofa and laying it across his thin body, too. Waking hours later with daylight on your face, you were alone. He had rested you on the sofa with a pillow beneath your head and the blanket up to your neck. It melted away remnants of fear, after being alone with not only some demonic hound, but a strange man, too, more than capable of harming you.

It was a struggle to continue your day as you normally would, but it was a weekend, so a short trip out was all you needed. You were back before midday but still alone. Alone until well into the evening, almost convinced it had been a fever dream until you had finished changing into comfortable clothes, and the silhouette standing in your kitchen turned, tail wound at his bare ankle.

"Oh."

The tail flicked and he watched you with glowing eyes, which darted back from you to the door. "If you would rather I leave-"

"No. No, stay." His head canted much like it had when he was the creature, and you smiled, offering him a change of clothes you had bought; not so much a change, but something to cover up with. "I'd like the company, and an explanation."

He apparently had no shame, and you had to admit, he needn't have any. His body was taut, and once more you were drawn to admiring him. The clothes hung off his frame, adding to his general unruliness - his hair particularly, ruffed with thick curls nearly enshrouding the nubby horns.

The stranger was a foot or so taller than you, stiffening when you reached out towards him. He blinked when you introduced yourself, before whispering, "my name is Danon. It's okay," he said, and tipped his head down.

They were rough, thick at the base, and Danon's breath caught when you stroked up to the tips. Horns of a devil, yet he stood before you still weakened by wounds visible, though closed over at his throat, at least. No blood stained the white shirt yet, so you instead moved past to make a drink for you each.

"Start from the beginning, Danon."

His lips twitched, though the smile didn't last. "I am a hellhound. We guide souls on from their lives here. My life is owed to you."

You sipped in quiet until it helped calm your thoughts. Sat opposite a hellhound, you needed the strength. "Sounds lonely."

His voice trembled. "It is."

When Danon chose not to elaborate, you embraced the quiet. He had only sniffed at the tea, but you wouldn't force him to drink it. With his hands so large, clawed, the mug shrunk between them.

He still remained quiet, so you watched him carefully and said, "you followed me for a month."

"It was meant to be you."

Danon's lips pulled back like he was snarling down at his mug, but the action somehow only made a smile grow on your face. He snapped his head up, slamming the mug down hard enough the handle shattered free.

"It was your life I was sent for. Not the elder man. You. Say something," he bit out, a snarl coming audibly now when you just looked at him, heart-pounding but face unchanging. "Is that it? You don't care about your own life? I could snatch it from you now, leave you there breathless until-" he bit his cheek sharp as his tail swung out in short whips. "I chose to give you time."

The only sound you could make was a breathless, "why?"

"I watched you long before revealing myself."

"Oh, don't tell me," you cut in, rolling your eyes. "You fell in love with me? Is that it?"

"Yes."

"Very funny," you snapped, and Danon's throat bobbed. Like you had done, he said nothing, and you began to grip your mug tighter. "Tell me you're lying. You killed someone because you love me?"

"His time had come. I sent him in place of your soul. The world cannot lose you. The way you care for these people… not one other soul is so caring. You deserve to live."

"But he didn't?"

Danon's long tipped ears twitched, almost pinning back once your voice sharpened. He thumbed the crack in the mug with his claw and grunted, "we can claim a soul. I fought for yours and until I choose to let you pass," he glanced up, finding your face ashen. "You will live. The elder was sickly. Longer for him would be a cruelty. His soul was so far gone I couldn't resist guiding him. It's like… like an itch."

Questions sprouted endlessly the more he spoke, and you fully intended to return to the matter of him claiming your soul, but he hunched over, and you wondered if it took a toll on him, being the one to cart people from this life. Better to have a guide than not, but your mind drifted to the man whose passing you'd heard of nearby; very old, very sick, and in a way, it was an easing of pain.

"Don't I itch?"

His warm laughter came as a surprise. Danon's tail swayed gently. "No. You're like a beacon to me. I need to scratch the itch, but your soul is where I return to. When you healed me, you accepted my claim. For simplicity," he murmured, canting his head a little to hold your eyes. "We are bound, 'til death do us part. It is late."

Like that, Danon dismissed the questions burning in your mind. He rose, his form slender and lean, before rounding the table towards you. His claws pressed beneath your chin and he fell low, so close his breath brushed your face. The warmth in your stomach tightened your chest. If Danon lowered himself a little more, you would lean into his kiss without pause.

"I will never apologise for choosing you."

Sleep evaded you for a long time. Knowing that a creature of hell was resting in the lounge gave you plenty to torment over, and like he knew, the soft padding of paws entered your room. The beast huffed a heavy breath against your hand before curling at the foot of your bed, a weight that left you curled into yourself. His presence was a comfort, even as you struggled to stop thinking of him.

He loved you. He loved you, and he had bound your souls together.

Sometime in the night as your thoughts became heavier, the bed dipped. The creature rose, a yawn baring sharp teeth in a display that had frightened you nights ago, before whining quietly. He nudged at your arm until you let him lay close, nosing at your throat and whining again until you were able to rest.

Danon wasn't by your side when you woke. There wasn't a trace of him left. The shattered mug had been cleared away, the smoky scent that followed him was gone, and the comfort with it. You almost thought it had been a dream, a delirious lie after being alone too long, and forced yourself to go about your day as you would normally. If Danon came home, it would be of his own choice.

He staggered into your room three nights gone and collapsed to his knees in reaching out to you. It was the thick of night, so you woke with a cry at somebody waking you. Danon caught your face in clammy palms and hushed you. It was without a word that you kicked back the sheets for him, and he crawled beside you - bare, but so exhausted you couldn't find it in you to care as he clutched you tight with a rough sigh.

It wasn't the time for questions, but you leaned back as far as you could with his arms snaked against you, brushing your hand against his burning cheek. "I missed you."

His glowing eyes blinked down at you. "You missed me?"

You hummed and leaned into his chest. "Did you have an itch?"

His chest rose beneath you but it was answer enough. Danon's kiss was tentative, pressed to your temple like a breath, fleeting when he laid his cheek to your crown. "I missed you, too."

"Tell me what it means to have my soul claimed."

"Come morning, you may ask me anything."

"Will you be here?"

The hellhound paused a breath. "I'm never far," he said, but it was answer enough as you woke entwined, cheek to his shoulder and with a tail draped over your hips.

For a creature of hell, sunlight blessed him. The sharp angles of his face looked softer in the golden hue, and you were free to admire him until he grumbled and peeked open an eye at you. Danon's brows dipped when he found you already awake, but you were quick to catch his arm before he could lean away.

"I fought for the right to your soul," he murmured, thick with sleep and slightly slurred. "It is mine. Nothing can take you without me releasing you."

"Don't I own my own soul?"

"It is mine," he said against the pillows, grumbling and turning away. Though as he fought to muffle himself, his arm around you tightened. "Pretty soul, too."

"Am I immortal?" Danon breathed a laugh. His tail flicked down your legs and he shook his head. "Are you?"

"If I wish to pass on, I may."

The words were rough and muffled now he had found a spot on the pillow to hide from the light, but you spoke still. If he was in your bed, he would answer your questions. "Will you pass on when I do?"

He hummed, "I might." You frowned, and he let out a rumble of a growl, turning fully from the pillow. Danon rose over you until you were laid back beneath him. "It is dependent on you."

"Me?" You blanched, "why me?"

"How attached I am. I never," he growled, and would have lurched back if not for your touch brushing his arm. "I never intended to claim someone. Your soul is my burden-"

"I'm a burden?"

Danon snarled, but you bit back a smile at the gesture. He brought himself close, forehead to yours, and whispered, "I loved you before claiming you. That is my burden alone. May I?"

Throat tight, you tried to hold your voice steady when you asked, "may you?"

"May I sleep?"

Your breath rushed from you and you forced a nod, laying still as he nestled back into the pillows. Danon's hand skimmed your stomach when you slid free, and his tail snagged at your ankle before unwinding.

Days passed much like that, and each in his presence weakened you. Confessions came in soft whispers when, to him, they were the only possible answer to yet another of your questions. You asked him if he had a home. He did; loose curls fell against his horns, brushed his dark eyes, and the answer, though he never did anything more than smile at you, echoed in your chest. It was the same reason he came back after a soul needed guiding, and the isolation of what he was struck you when he returned, falling into your arms no matter where he found you.

The worst came when he was gone nearly a fortnight. Some nights you doubted if he would come back to you, and the memory of him seeing you as beacon became your clutch. You had taken to resting on the small sofa in the days, knowing that if he came back in the light, you would wake.

His whine was so soft you thought him to be the beast when a warmth brushed your cheek, but arms tucked beneath you and curled you into a bare chest. Danon's lips lingered on your forehead before he laid you on your bed, whispering your name as he began to free you from your dress. The lace parted easily for him, and you brought his hands up to your sleeves when he made to turn, helping him undress you until you were left only in your underwear.

"Don't stay away so long," you whispered, reaching out to brush back his loose curls. Danon trembled when you ran your thumb against his horns. "What if you didn't come back to me?"

He closed his eyes and leaned into your palm. "That will never happen."

"This isn't one-sided," you said. Lengthened teeth cut into his lower lip when you slowly parted your legs beneath him, and Danon's hips fell against yours. He let out a breathless moan when your touch pressed to his lips and he let them part, tongue hot against you. "Did you not think I loved you?"

He whined, and his head fell heavy onto your chest. You gasped when he kissed the soft skin as it fell low, and his hands settled on your hips. "Tell me you do."

"I might," you said, and he was peppering softer kisses across your breast, hot lips drawing on your nipple until you groaned. "You'll have to do more than that first."

Danon's lips curled up against your stomach, and relief flooded you when he moved lower. His thumbs stroked small circles into your thighs when he pressed his hot tongue to the fabric clinging to your body, tasting you through it. His teeth caught at the hem and as you lifted your hips, he snatched them off and returned as fast, kissing purple flushes onto your legs before pausing.

"Tell me now."

With a small smile, you reached low to hook a finger against his horn, and breathed, "not yet, love."

He snarled half-heartedly before a long drag of his tongue made you choke. Danon flicked the muscle up until it nudged to your nerves, earning a sharp cry of his name in pleasure. The heat now rushing through you began to pool in your gut, and tightened with the passion he began to lap at you with. The hound growled low, and the shock of it ran in shivers through you.

Claws curled against your skin and he pressed your legs back to your chest. The same fire you felt throbbing glowed in his eyes, and he almost held your stare for as long as he stretched your tight body around his tongue, if you hadn't shuddered and bucked against him.

"Danon-" His nose forced hot air against you, nosing up at your clit and you stuttered out a plea, grasping at his hair and grinding your hips up to his face. "I need you. I need you to-Danon-"

He yelped when you dragged him up, and his body rubbed hard against you. The weight of him slick and nudging to your core made you wriggle, and he palmed your stomach with a small smile, the other hand circling his cock and guiding it up so his head rubbed to your nerves.

"If we do this, you will wear my mark." He turned to kiss your knee as it came against his shoulder. "Am I what you want?"

The shine to eyes was so innocent that you nodded, tangling your fingers in his hair again to drag him against you. "I love you."

Your voice broke on a hoarse cry. Danon laid over you, your legs strained up against him a way that had your body so tight and stuffed when his cock drove deep. His lips, thick and sweetened by your taste, parted on a heady groan with each thrust, each clench of your thighs dragging him deeper.

At that moment, your souls recognised the other; they must have done, with a feeling of belonging overcoming you as Danon cradled your face, running away a tear of pleasure. He rutted up as he began to gasp and shake, a weight slamming against your centre. He soothed you with a whisper of his love, and grinned at your answering whine before the claw of his thumb flicked your clit. Bolts of pleasure knotted in your core. You cried, seeing white and locking tight in the same second Danon thrust hard, the knot forced into you and sticking.

You felt him come, thick and hard until he was panting and kissing down your throat. The black swirls of his mark formed across your chest and Danon held you close as his knot swelled all the more.

"Stay here." He swallowed, nipping at your jaw before meeting your eyes. "Stop travelling," you said quietly, and Danon's fingers running down your hips paused, splaying wide as he looked down at you. Your traced his chest, drawn to the stretch of his skin where a matching mark laid. "Care for this village, the neighbouring ones. You said you only take souls at their time. Guide theirs."

"Stay with you?" His small smile tugged at your heart. Danon slid his arm lower to lift you up against him, brushing a soft kiss to your lips. "I will try."

I wrote Danon in like one sitting and honestly? He stole my heart. I don't know how it happened but this is the longest thing I've written that wasn't intended to be two parts. Danon is now my baby, and I hope you all loved him too - let me know if you did! Threw in the NSFW as a treat to myself. We love indulgent writing. Thank you for getting this far <3

#kim-monsterlings writing #exophilia #monster boyfriend #monster x reader #demon #monster x human #hellhound #hellhound x reader #hellhound x human #2nd person #female reader #Danon the hellhound #kim-monsterlings #exophilia fluff #exophilia writing

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blossomkoushi · 3 years

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truth or dare

Summary: two years after leaving high school and your deep crush on sugawara koushi still hadn’t gone away. a night of hanging out with the current and previous karasuno volleyball players turn interesting with a game of truth or dare.

Warnings: teeny tiny manga spoilers, afab reader (no pronouns used other than reader being called good/silly girl), suga is a little shit and so are the other (former) third years, reader pining, use of “little one” and “good girl”, consent is sexy, reader and suga fuck in the bathroom and in front of a mirror, unprotected sex (always use a condom!!), he puts his hand over the reader’s mouth. i think that’s everything, let me know if i missed something!

Word count: 3.1k

A/N: this fic was based off this prompt i got from an anon! thank you for sending it in, i had so much fun writing this!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

The semi-annual Karasuno reunion was in full swing. Only the previously known first years were still high school, now in their third year and still in touch with their seniors. It’d been Yamaguchi’s birthday, all the current third years now being 18 and excited to talk to their seniors about adult life and catch up.

“let’s play truth or dare!” Nishinoya suddenly yells, abruptly ending the conversation he’d been having with Hinata and Tanaka. The group agrees, excitedly talking while moving into a circle in Nishinoya’s parents’ living room. You squeeze yourself in between Kiyoko and Asahi.

Having been a manager along with Kiyoko, you’re the closest with the previous third years, but still being friends with the second and first years. You had no problem socializing with them all, happily chatting to Yachi, sitting on the other side of Kiyoko, when Daichi clears his throat. Both you and Asahi snicker, trying to stifle your laughter at his natural instincts kicking in.

“alright, I’ll start. Yamaguchi?” Daichi speaks, sitting up straighter and looking at Yamaguchi.

“yes?” the latter replies, and you note how he doesn’t cower under Daichi’s gaze anymore.

“truth or dare?”

“truth”

Daichi smirks, “what’s it like to be captain?”

Laughter erupts, a blush spreading on Yamaguchi’s cheeks while he smiles.

“it’s the worst. These two,” he points at Tsukishima and Kageyama, “still won’t cooperate and the first years refuse to listen to me. I’m sorry for any trouble we caused you, captain! You too, Ennoshita!”

Yamaguchi bows in apology to both of them, laughter once again filling the room and Nishinoya jumps up to press down on Tsukishima’s and Kageyama’s heads, ruffling their hair.

“still causing trouble for the captain, eh? Ya’ troublemakers” he laughs, walking back to his seat next to Tanaka and nearly flopping down in a fit of giggles. It takes a few minutes of laughter and jokes for everyone to calm down, Yamaguchi eventually speaking up.

“okay! Okay, my turn now!” he looks around the circle, eventually stopping at Tanaka. “truth or dare?”

“dare, of course” Tanaka booms, grinning.

“alright.. hmm… I dare you to… kiss Nishinoya’s cheek”

An echo of oo’s and whistles makes Tanaka blush, looking at Nishinoya before slapping his own cheeks, shaking the nerves out of his body before cupping the back of his best friends’ neck, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. Cheers erupt and both you and Yamaguchi clap while cheering, giggles falling from your lips.

“kiyoko!” the blush still hasn’t left Tanaka’s cheeks, eyes open wide in excitement, “truth or dare?”

“truth”

“will you marry me?”

“no.”

The interaction is over before it began, causing another fit of laughter to fill the room, the blush only growing on Tanaka’s cheeks but he’s still smiling, excited to have gotten to talk to his crush. In a way, you sympathize with him. You know what it’s like to pine after someone for years.

Your own crush sitting at the opposite side of the circle. His gray hair pushed back slightly, crisp white t-shirt hanging off his body beautifully and the soft smile making your heart skip a beat. Despite not seeing Sugawara nearly as often as you’d like, the crush that started in your first year of high school is still as strong as ever. You can’t even count the number of nights you’d spent dreaming of kissing the mole under his eye, tracing your fingers over his soft lips and what it would be like to hold him close. Despite it all, you never made a move and neither did he, so you simply assumed that he wasn’t interested in you and tried to move on. Clearly failing, as you blush and look away when his eyes meet yours.

“Y/N” a push on your shoulder sends you out of your daze, meeting Kiyoko’s eyes. “truth or dare?”

“oh! U-um, dare?” still in the haze of your mind wandering, you spoke before thinking. Kiyoko glances over at both Daichi and Asahi, a small smirk growing on her face.

“I dare you to go sit in Suga’s lap” your eyes shoot open with her words, feeling your body growing hot. Of course. The other third years knew about your crush after all, having caught you staring at the man more than a few times.

Glancing around, you notice everyone staring excitement. Do they all know? Shaking your head, you stand up and slowly walk to the other side of the living room.

“may I?” your voice is surprisingly timid, body still burning just from the idea of sitting in his lap. A grin grows on his face as he moves his legs slightly, crossing his legs under him and patting his lap. Shyly sitting down, your back presses to his chest and he places his hands behind him. Applause smatter in the room along with words of encouragement, but your attention isn’t on that anymore.

The game continues, you dare Tsukishima to give Hinata a hug and zone out after that. Sugawara moves his legs, stretching them out and letting you sit on the floor, still pressed to his chest and his legs come up and nearly cage you in. your legs are over his, his calves and feet nearly pressed to your butt.

All you can smell is him. It’s warm and comforting, feeling his chest rumble and vibrate when he speaks and laughs, the sounds ringing in your ears and send shivers down your spine. His arms come around your waist, pressing you more firmly against his chest.

Your attention goes between Sugawara and the conversations happening around you. they seem to have stopped playing the game, now only happily chatting about their lives and you try to join in, mostly laughing at the other’s jokes and antics. Asahi tells a story of when he managed to sew two pairs of pants together for a class and Hinata excitedly talks about Karasuno’s most recent games. Before you know it, you’ve fully relaxed and wiggled into Sugawara’s hold, sitting impossibly close.

Your attention jolts back to him when his face suddenly presses into your hair, feeling him inhale and squeeze his arms around you. you stiffen, body burning hot once more and nearly igniting when something against your lower back stiffens as well. A soft squeak escapes you, body moving on its own and squirming, trying to move closer.

“suga…” barely a whisper to not alert the others of what’s going on, heat pooling in your stomach.

“mmh?” his humming vibrates against your back, exhale fanning over your exposed neck. A quick kiss to the skin and you gasp. “something wrong?”

“I-“ you begin, stammering when his lips press against your burning skin again, sucking softly and scraping his teeth over the sensitive skin. A moan nearly escapes you when he bites down, feeling the harsh tug of arousal in your stomach, along with wetness pooling in your panties. You feel his grip on you tighten.

“sound so pretty, know you want to make more noises. Why don’t we find somewhere private, hm?” his breath fans against your ear while he whispers, slowly rutting his hips against your back. You nod, whimpering excitedly. “good girl. Stand up and I’ll follow you. if anyone asks, you have a tummy ache and need me to help with it.”

Nodding again, you shyly stand up and look behind you, noticing Sugawara checking out your ass before he stands up as well. The bulge in his pants isn’t that prominent, he must’ve adjusted while you were standing up. As he had predicted, all eyes go to the two of you, suddenly standing in the circle.

“where are you going?” Hinata asks and you silently thank any and all possible higher powers for having it be him asking the question.

“o-oh, um, I have a tummy ache and Suga is just gonna help me with it” you excuse yourself from the group and start walking away, your skin once again burning, feeling all their eyes on you as you walk out the room.

Once out of sight, Sugawara grabs your arm and puts his finger over his lips to signal that you need to be quiet. You nod, just barely able to keep a squeak from escaping when he suddenly tugs you down the hallway and into the bathroom. The door closes behind you, his fingers quickly locking it and his hands push you to the door, leaning in close and smirking.

“you did good, little one” he leans in even closer, studying your face as it heats up, your eyes avoiding his. “can I kiss you?”

“y-yes” you whimper, daring to look in his eyes for a moment, watching him with anticipation. He smiles, cupping the back of your neck and gently pressing his lips against yours.

It’s like you’d always imagined. His lips are soft, gentle and moving against yours slowly, as if you’d done it a hundred times before. His hand on the door moves down to your waist, pushing your hips down and his thigh comes between yours, his body caging you in. he sighs happily against your lips, swiping his tongue over them and your mouth opens as if on command. Arms wrapping around his neck and you kiss. You kiss and kiss and kiss until time seems to have stopped and the only thing that matters is his warm body against yours and his wet lips making you shiver in pleasure.

Desperate whines and whimpers start escaping you, the kisses getting more and more heated until Sugawara is grabbing your thigh and holding it against his hip, grinding his clothed crotch against yours.

“Suga-“

“Koushi.” He cuts you off before you can finish, pulling away and looking at you seriously, “call me Koushi, please”

“Koushi” you try it out, tasting the word and shivering at the intimate feeling it gives you. Smiling at him, you tug his body closer again, “Koushi please, please fuck me”

A smirk grows on his face yet again, “thought you’d never ask”

He moves away slightly, pulling your body with him and pushing you against the sink. His hands rub up and down your waist until you whine in frustration, huffing out a reminder that the others are probably already wondering what’s taking so long. He only chuckles, flashing you his smile through the mirror while his nimble fingers work at the button and zipper of your jeans. He tugs them down, crouching down to prod at your panties.

“so messy” his thumb runs down the length, pressing down on your clit. Rubbing gently, he coos when your hips squirm.

“Koushi- please” trying to push your hips back against his hand, you whine, feeling the years of waiting making you impatient.

“ssh, okay, okay, calm down” he chuckles, patting your butt and standing up, undoing his pants and letting them fall to the floor. You dare to turn your head, peeking behind to see him getting undressed.

In a different situation, you might’ve laughed. Black boxer briefs cling to his body, contrasting from his skin. A faint bulge going straight up, and your eyes move along with it, noticing the head of his cock sitting above the waistband. Flushed pink and leaking precum, Sugawara lifts his shirt up and over his head, giving you a better look at his body. Pale hair, the faintest gray tone, goes from under his belly button and all the way down to his underwear, hidden behind his cock.

Sugawara finally notices your staring, grinning and pulling down his briefs down to his knees, letting his cock stand proudly from his body. From what you can tell, the base is the same shade as his body, the length fading into pink all the way to the head. His gray pubes sit neatly trimmed against his body, curling slightly and framing his cock.

“like what you see?” he teases, sending you a wink before pulling your panties down, stepping closer and nudging your face back towards the mirror. “want you to look at me”

The tip of his cock presses against your pussy lips, making your breath hitch, waiting for the pressure to get deeper. But it doesn’t.

“Koushi, please just-“

“I don’t have a condom.” He cuts you off, sighing and starting to step away, stopped by a loud whine and a hand clawing at his hip.

“I don’t care. I’m on the pill and I assume you haven’t been sleeping around?”

“no, but-“

“so, fuck me. Please.” This time, you cut him off, frustration and arousal rolling off you in waves. You weren’t going to wait any longer, not when he’s here and ready for you. He exhales shakily, nodding and smiling. Finally.

The pressure returns on your pussy, this time pressing in between the lips and against your entrance. He adjusts himself, giving you a grin and wink through the mirror, slowly starting to push in. There’s a bit of a stretch, the overwhelming acknowledgement that Sugawara Koushi was pushing his cock inside you, made your head spin and breathing get heavy. Your head flops down, moaning and cursing under your breath until you feel his hips press against your ass. A hand grips your hair, tugging your head up and Sugawara leans over your body, pressing his lips right up against your ear.

“look at that pretty face. Thought I told you to look at me, didn’t I? silly girl” he smirks, pressing small kisses down your cheek and neck, feeling your flushed skin burn under his lips. He maintains eye contact, watching your expressions carefully when he returns his lips against your ear. “be quiet for me. Don’t want those perverts out there hearing what’s mine”

Before you can respond, his hips pull back and snap against yours, forcing a loud moan to rip from your throat. Sugawara only laughs, shaking his head and putting his hand over your mouth, pinning you up against his chest. His mouth lands on your neck and shoulder, sucking and biting on the skin while his hips start moving again, thrusting quick and deep.

Your moans get muffled by his hand, eyes rolling back in your head from the pleasure, and you can feel his groans against your skin, going raw from his constant attention. His hand on your hip grips you tightly, keeping you in place against his body while his cock pushes, prods and drags against your sensitive walls, clamping down on him tightly and forcing deep moans from him.

“you feel so fucking good, shit” he manages to groan, snaking his hand on your hip towards your cunt, finding your clit and rubbing it slowly. The contrast from his harsh thrusts to gentle touch makes your head spin, moans only getting louder while your hands uselessly claw at the sink, his hips and arms, unable to find a stable purchase to keep your body from toppling over. You never want this to end.

“nngh fuck- koushiii” your muffled whines vibrate against his hand, calling out for him in your fog of pleasure and it makes him faster. The slapping of your skin meeting and the wet squelching from your pussy fills the small bathroom, bouncing off the walls and filling your head. “m gonna cum- gonna cum, koushi, fuck”

“that’s right, cum for me” he pants against your skin, lidded eyes looking at the mirror and seeing your expression. He can feel your burning cheeks through his hand, the wet spit coating his palm and the hot breaths that fan over it. Your eyes rolled back and glossy, body shaking in his hold until everything suddenly snaps. The pressure on his cock gets tighter, thighs shaking against his while another loud moan forces its way out of you. Your body shakes, nearly falling over from the orgasm and his unwavering thrusts.

“k-koushi I-“ you stammer, nearly going cross-eyed from the overwhelming pleasure and stimulation when he doesn’t stop. If anything, he goes harder. His hips slam against yours, rocking your body and he nearly pushes you into the sink, hand still covering your mouth while he groans freely, unable to stop his own noises.

“I’m gonna cum, fuck! Fuckfuckfuck- hhahhh shit, fuck- Y/N” incoherent babbles tumble from his lips, head thrown back while he snaps his hips against yours. The pressure around his cock hasn’t stopped, making his mind fuzzy and laced with pleasure until he stops, bottoming out and leaning over your body. He groans loudly, body shaking and cock jumping while his cum spurts out, painting your walls white. It’s warm, settling deep in your tummy and making you shiver in pleasure.

One of your shaking hands moves back, grabbing his hip and helping him fuck himself dry, clenching around him until he hisses from the sensitivity. Slowly pulling out, the two of you breathe heavily, trying to collect yourselves from the act.

“so…” you finally say, pushing yourself off the sink and wincing, feeling his cum seep out of your cunt. You quickly bend down, pulling up your panties and jeans, hoping they’ll help keep everything inside.

“so…” Sugawara grins, watching you frown and get dressed. He turns around, picking up his clothes and getting dressed as well. “that was fun, right?”

“yeah” you nod, taking his body in, free from the haze of arousal. Suddenly snapping out of it, realizing that it might make him uncomfortable, you whip your head to the side and stare at a wall. “was really fun!”

He notices your flustered state, smirking and stepping to you when he’s fully dressed. His hands land on your hips, pushing your body flush against his and chuckling when you laugh and widen your eyes. “we just had sex; how can you still be so flustered?”

“because!” you yelp, cowering under his soft gaze and shaking your head slightly. “because… I’ve had a crush on you for years now.”

You don’t see the grin widening on his face.

“I know.”

“what?” you nearly yell, snapping your face towards his again and gaping, your body flushing with embarrassment. He only laughs, ruffling your hair and stepping back, moving towards the door.

“I’ve known for a while now. Daichi told me.” He looks back at you, smiling and reaching out his hand. “you coming?”

Smiling and shaking your head, you take his hand. The two of you walk back to the living room, his face flushed, and your hair tousled. Going to sit down again, you wince slightly and he pats your back soothingly. Eyes flicker to the two of you, knowing smirks growing on several of their faces. The silence is deafening, making you shrink into Sugawara’s chest. Nishinoya suddenly pipes up, eyes wide and index finger pointing at the two of you accusingly.

“did you fuck in my bathroom!?”

Laughter erupts. Sugawara receives pats on the back and Kiyoko winks at you, smiling. You smile back. Maybe you should thank her. After all, this was her doing.

#watering.flowers #watering.sugawara #sprout.sugawara #sugawara smut #sugawara koushi #haikyuu!!#haikyuu smut #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader

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goldencherryhazz · 3 years

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skin to skin

A/N: just imagine how cute this would be!!! Notes would be much appreciated, pls don’t copy my work 🤍

boyfriend!harry x reader

Warnings: cockwarming, smutty-ish, soft dom Harry (just taking care of his girl) and lots of fluff

WC: 1k ish

Y/n had had a long day, she was a designer for Gucci, meaning that she was a very busy woman, and had to focus a lot on her job, designing suits and dresses for all kinds of people, but she just couldn’t seem to focus today, not really through any fault of her own as Harry had other plans last night, just not any of them included sleeping.

She had to make four alterations to just one suit, because she couldn’t get it right, realised that she ordered wrong materials for a dress for one of Lady Gaga’s appearances, meaning that it wouldn’t be made in time, so had to rethink everything, which can be a long process, but she had to make it quick. Then to finish she helped one of her fellow designers sew about a million sequins onto a dress, meant for Kylie Jenner.

She felt physically and mentally drained, and could have cried with relief once she finished everything. Yn had to admit, she was driving a little over the speed limit practically racing home, nearly making the breaks of her car squeal when she stopped at a red light, the force of the abrupt stop made some of the contents of her bag fall into the passenger footwell, including her notebook which had all the suit, dresses and every kind of crazy outfit she had ever designed, it had flipped onto a page with a suit, it made her smile because it was one of the many suits that she had designed for Harry’s first ever solo tour.

She remembered how nervous he was to ask her as it was quite early on in thier relationship, they were layed in bed all cozied up ‘y/n I need you to ask you something’

‘What is it Harry’ she questioned

‘You don’t have to, and if I’m asking too much please tell me to shut up, but I’m looking for someone to design all of my suits for the tour, and I was going to ask you, if you could’

She put a finger to his lips sensing that he was going to blabber on about how she didn’t have to do it, because he feared that she would see this as using her, but she would never think that.

‘Of course I will H, in fact I already have some ideas drawn up for you, my beautiful boy’ he blushed a little, a wave of relief washing over him as he leaned up to kiss her multiple times muttering a ‘thankyou’ as she laughed at her boyfriend’s antics. She was brought out of her reminiscing when the car behind her beeped thier horn, signaling for her to start driving again.

/ / /

She walked into her and Harry’s home, shoving her shoes off and hanging her coat up, dropping her bag on the floor and heading to the living room in hope that Harry was in there, she turned the corner ‘hello baby, how are you’ he says from his spot on the couch, wrapped in a fluffy blanket, his hair all messy, looking completely adorable. ‘I’m tired and in need of a cuddle’

‘C’mere then, come cuddle me’ he said stretching his arms out for her, in which she gladly accepts, pulling the blanket from him, kneeling between his legs before pretty much collapsing into his chest, his arms wrapping securely around her, thier legs tangling together, ‘hmmm that’s better’ she sighed happily into his warm chest.

‘How was your day H’ she said wrapping her arms around him

‘Better now that your here, would be even better if I got a kiss from my lovely girlfriend’ he hinted

She smiled turning her head to to look at him, they made eye contact immediately, she gripped his neck with both hands and pulled him in for a sweet kiss, he gripped one of her hands in his as thier tounges danced with each other. They pulled away after a while smiling lovingly at each other, she layer back in his chest, turning her head to focus on the tv, where ‘love actually’ was playing.

After about 5 minutes in comfortable silence she suddenly felt the need to be even closer to Harry, she felt a bit shy asking him even though they had cockwarmed plenty of times before, ‘H c-can I have you inside me’ she stuttered out.

He turned his head towards her ‘is my baby feeling a bit empty’

She nodded her head ‘maybe a little, just wanna be close to you’ she pouted, her big doe eyes practically begging him.

He stared at his girl in awe, he loved it when she was like this, it just made him fall in love with her even more if that was possible, he didn’t think he could ever decline her, even if he tried.

‘Course you can angel, how about you start taking your clothes off’ he said deciding that if they were going to do this now, that they would probably be asleep within the next 20 minutes.

Once they are both undressed, both completely bare to each other, he tugs his cock a few times, not being hard at all but still impressively big. She manoeuvred so that she was straddling his lap, her hands on his chest as his hands smooth over the smooth skin of her thighs and hips. ‘Gotta go slow angel, don’t want you hurting yourself’

She nodded, gripping his thick shaft and lining him up with her entrance, running the head through her folds a couple time to try and collect the little wetness she had before finally slipping him into her, she slowly took him in inch by inch ‘doing so good for me baby’ going a little bit breathless, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Once she was fully sat on him she whimpered, she felt so full and could feel his cock poking at her stomach, they were both in heaven, Harry loving the feeling of her warm walls wrapped around his cock.

‘you good baby’

‘Yeah’ she smiled down at him

‘Look soo pretty, sat on my cock like that’ he praises making her look away bashfully.

‘Hey don’t shy away from me, come here’ he chuckled reopening his arms for her.

She layed on his chest, her ear right above his heart, she could hear the steady thumping, oddly calming her.

They were skin to skin, they could feel every inch of each other, they both felt like they were in heaven. she lazily traced the swallows on his chest, his skin soft under her touch. He ran his hands up and down her back, massaging her tight spots, in which she hums in appreciation.

‘Feel good lovie’

‘Yeah’ she breathed out, finally feeling blissfully content

‘Go to sleep love, you’re tired, you’ve had a long day’ he said planting a kiss to the top of her head, before she lifted her head up to capture his lips in her own one last time before going to dreamland.

‘Hmmm I love you baby’ she whispered into the peaceful atmosphere of thier living room.

‘I love you more angel’

And with that they slowly drifted off to sleep, completely and utterly wrapped round each other.

#harry styles fluff #harry styles #harry styles fluff imagine #harry styles x reader #harrystylesisgolden #harry styles one shot #harry styles imagine #harry styles smut #fine line #hs1 #harry styles gucci #love harrystyles #soft!harry #cute harry #but daddy i love him

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silverechosandblankmasks · 3 years

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Platonic Polyam Bench Trio Marriage AU

You guys asked, so here I am to deliver! Platonic Polyam Bench Trio marriage au where Tommy marries into Tubbo’s and Ranboo’s platonic marriage. (focus on Tommy lol)

NOTE; These are about the c!characters and not the irl people, and I'm writing this like a poly queerplatonic relationship okay? None of this is intended to be romantic or anything else and anything that is in this list is PLATONIC INTENTIONS ONLY

Edit; Now called the Bench Husbands Au

-It kinda all kicks off when about a week or so after Tommy gets out of Prison. (Note, nothing after the first stream after Tommy gets out is canon in this au, as well as some things before)

-Tubbo and Tommy finally have a small fight and argument, before talking, like really talking and Tubbo invite Tommy to come live with them in the mansion in snowchester once its done.

-Tommy doesn't really want to... but he’s tired and lonely and still scared to death and Tubbo promises he’s safe with them, plus if they lived together they could plan on how to kill Dream easier as well.

-Ranboo doesn't mind but after that he tries to go talk to tommy more, but Tommy isnt... the most receptive? Tommy is suffering still and is feeling very replaced and lonely, but doesn't excuse his kinda snippy behavior with Ranboo

-This finally comes to ahead when Ranboo snaps and calls him out, leading to another small fight, before Tommy apologizes and they also talk. This one is more in depth though and Tommy talks about what happened in exile, in the prison, and just general shitty stuff that's being going on.

-Ranboo, in turn, talks to him about the voices and Dream’s voice and the sleepwalking and Tommy is very much more concerned about them then anyone else he told was, and validates the fear about it, and resolves to help Ranboo get rid of it somehow.

-After this, and both trying to convince the other they should tell Tubbo, that they both probably need to tell Tubbo. They want to keep him safe and not worry him, but... they both need help in different ways and they both love him enough to not do that to him.

-The night ends with lots of tears, Tubbo admitting his own traumas and tears and what he’s been not saying, and a promise to help each other.

-Its not a while after that actually Ranboo brings up the idea of adding Tommy to their marriage. He can tell the blond is struggling with feeling replaced and low-self esteem, and it would help him feel more equal and loved maybe? Tubbo thinks its a great idea and they go to ask Tommy.

-Tommy’s pretty uppity at first, he believes its just them pitying him and treating him like glass again, which he hates more then anything, but after they calm him down and explain they just want him to feel equal and that they both actually cared for him and wanted him to join in on their thing, he’s more contemplative. Ranboo nervously throws in a few other points, like how for legal reasons it could benefit him like it was for them, their allies had to leave him alone, plus Tubbo only started making his own hotel becuase he wanted Tommy to start interacting with him again, and-

-At this point Tommy just, interrupts and says yes, surprising them. They didn't exactly think he’d say no, but they thought it would be harder then that. He laughs at their expressions and says why not? Plus it stood to reason they’d want Tommy, everyone wanted Tommy.

-Ranboo and Tubbo exchange a look before bullying their now platonic fiancée. They agree to get married as soon as the Mansion is done, and till then Tommy can finish packing his stuff and a few other things he wanted to do.

-Also Tommy is totally not avoiding Michael because every pet he ever got close to has died and he doesn't want to get attached and risk Tubbo and Ranboo losing something they cared about because of him, no siree, why wouldn't you think that?

-Speaking of Michael!

-Its not all that strange to keep undead mobs like Zombie piglins as pets, in fact Zombie Piglins are the probably better undead mob to keep around due to their mostly passiveness if you want a pet and the fact they don't need much to eat and wont really be harmed if out leave them alone for long periods of time

-Though Tommy kinda thinks Tubbo and Ranboo’s insist on treating him like their child is weird, but he’s willing to let them have it, clearly it made them happy to play around

-Isn't until he finally moves in that he realizes that Michael is different then other zombie piglins and finds himself being pulled into the parent dynamic as well

-Though now that he thinks about it, something about Michael seems off… welp it's probably nothing :)

-When the mansion is done, he tears down the dirt shack and makes it a community garden and it becomes one of the only things that stays free of the red vines (who knew watering it with water from the holy land would make it untouchable? It's thanks to this garden later others figure out how to defeat the egg)

-They elect to not have a ceremony, not now at least but Tommy actually thinks a small wedding party would be fun at a later date. Ranboo doesn't mind much if they have one or not but Tubbo is actually very excited about planning it.

-Tommy wears his ring on a necklace most of the time, but occasionally wears it on his fingers, usually when he needs something to fiddle with.

-Ranboo wears his on his tail (the area right before to fluffy part) normally but also wears it on his finger sometimes when he feels like it. (If your version has horns, he also does that too) it just really depends on what he’s feeling and if he’s forgotten where he put it. He also like, never takes it off unless to move it around because he’s afraid to lose it.

-Tubbo wears his as an actual ring on his finger (though if he has horns, sometimes he puts it on one of em if he needs the ring to be off his hand.) Tubbo learned the hard way when building nukes or other machinery (since, if you can believe it, his husbands aren’t that comfortable with the nukes as he is) you can't wield or do high heat stuff while wearing metal and nearly lost his finger. He’s very lucky and he has a small scar from it.

-Each of them have their own rooms so they can have their own space and somewhere to go if they want time to themselves/store their stuff in, but there is a 4th room (directly across from Michaels) where they share and tend to curl up to sleep together. About 5 out of 7 days of the week, some combo of them are cuddling together at night, more if they're having a bad day or nightmares.

-There's multiple bathrooms in the mansion but there's one they all like the best and will fight over it/race to get into it first before the others and the other two will stalk off salty to use a different one

-They're all pretty tactile people but out of them, Tommy is the most tactile (once the fear of being hurt recess he practically attaches himself to the others) and Ranboo is the least (he won't seek out comfort and touch as much as the others unless he needs it, but is the best at telling when the other two need touch or need to be left alone) and Tubbo is in the middle of that.

-Tommy is the one that cooks most of the time, Ranboo is banned from it after The Incident and while Tubbo is okay at cooking, Tommy just knows more recipes and how to make things taste really good.

-Tommy picked up sewing from when he was a kid, even before he was found by Wilbur and adopted by Phil, it was useful to be able to patch the rags he called clothes, and just ended up continuing because his brothers and dad sucked at sewing. It then morphed into full tailoring because he found it relaxing and liked being able to make his own clothes. He can and will be insulted if anyone wears anything he deems ‘ugly’, especially his new husbands. He makes them clothes all the time, specially Michael.

-In fact he also cleans the most, he just gets bored and while he makes a mess, if the house gets to a certain point he gets really uncomfortable and overstimulated, so he cleans.

-DomesticInnit? In my au? More likely then you think!

-Gradually the whole ‘watching the prison’ and ‘planning to kill Dream’ starts to fade as he gets back into the groove of living again and therapy. He’s just… tired of Dream having a hold on everything Tommy does, he’s sick of it. So… he just tries to live these days one step at a time. (Healing arc baby! Dream can die mad UwU)

-Tommy dragged them both to Therapy with him after a while.

-Because of this he finds himself home a lot with Michael, especially if the other two are busy. They’ve pretty much decided that someone has to be home with Michael at all times, which is now 100% more doable with the 3 of them, and Puffy or Foolish babysit if there’s ever time they can't.

-Tommy is a lot less of a hovering helicopter parent then the others and was the one to finally convince them Michael cant live trapped in a room. Yes, they were all worried for his safety but… you can't raise a kid in a cell, even if it's a nice one. Tommy takes Michael out more

-Tommy started to sleep walking again once they moved in and he still gravitates towards water for some reason. Nothing more startling then waking up because you plunged into frigid below 0 temp water while sleepwalking. Ranboo also enderwalks/sleepwalks more as well and there've been some nights where Tubbo has had to track them both sleepily walking around and make sure they don't hurt themselves or drown or something. At least Ranboo is semi-aware when enderwalking and normally just does weird ender things, Tommy likes to apparently walk into oceans or climb the mansion and nearly fall off and wander hundreds of blocks away. Tubbo’s not salty at all, really.

-Sapnap, Quackity, and Karl are 100% salty the benchtrio got platonically married before they got married

-They fight about last names all the time despite none of them actally taking eachothers last name, and if they happen to pick and choose on which one they’re feeling based on mood, well they can do what they want!

-However its agreed Michael’s last name is hyphenated so he’s now ‘Michael Beloved-Underscore-Innit’

These are all I have for now, feel free to ask about it or use my ideas! <3

#dream smp #dsmp #tommyinnit #tubbo #ranboo #bench trio #benchtwt #mine #headcanons #au #my aus #Benchtrio platonic poly marrige au #NOW CALLED;#Bench Husbands AU

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garbagevanfleet · 3 years

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Brightest Blue (series)

PART TEN

Pairing: Josh x reader Warnings: THIS CHAPTER IS 18+ ONLY! sexual content (finally), pot use, alcohol use Summary: Things are changing. New state. New school. New roommate. You just pray things are going to click into place.

Notes: Okay, guys. If you missed it, this chapter is NSFW. This was the best to write, seriously. Love you all, don't be afraid to tell me what you think of it!

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MASTERPOST

Two weeks before the Saturday of the play, the forecast had called for a blizzard. “Polar vortex” they had called it on the tv at school, flashing graphics of a polar bear wearing a scarf.

After classes on Friday, you had asked Kate if she wanted to go for coffee. You had been working like a dog on the play - sewing and painting to the point where your fingers perpetually hurt and the only thing you could see when you closed your eyes was the shade of green that every foliage prop was painted.

You ordered a caramel macchiato and genuinely tried to enjoy it, propping your legs up on the chair next to her.

“So,” she started, eyeing you like she had a bone to pick. She still looked so pretty when she was coming for your life. “We’ve been so busy with Josh, we haven’t had any alone time to talk about Trevor.”

You sucked in a deep breath and relaxed your stiff neck muscles, achy from behind hunched over while sewing. “Yeah. I kind of forgot about it, to be honest.”

“I have not, however. So dish,” she requested, reaching into her purse and pulling out a tube of lipstick. She applied it carefully in her phone camera as you spoke.

“Josh did it,” you admitted, making her eyes flick over to you momentarily. “I mean, I still slapped him, but Josh was the one that gave him a black eye.”

“And how do you feel about that?” she asked carefully.

You shrugged, wrapping your fingers tightly around your cup, half to leech the heat, and half because you were anxious. “I don’t know. I was kind of upset, but only because he could have gotten kicked out of school for that.”

She just nodded for you to continue as she cleaned up the lines around her lips with a paper napkin.

“I mean, and for what? He could have been arrested. Just for revenge. I feel like the best revenge would be just be keeping your head high.” You rolled your eyes at the beginning of your statement, just for emphasis.

She stared at you blankly as she picked up her mug. “Aren’t you flattered? I wish a guy would punch one of my hookups.”

“I mean, it’s cute, but I feel like he did it more for himself - for his own pride, you know?”

Her expression changed then to something a little heavier, her features sharpening in accusation. “Are you for real? Like, for real, for real?”

You frowned at her, feeling like you were being scolded. “What are you talking about?”

She let out a long breath, looking dumbstruck. “I haven’t really pressed it because I guess I just thought it was something that everyone knew but wasn’t talking about but-” She paused, putting her hand over yours on the table just to really drive the point home.

“That boy has it bad for you.”

You knew your expression was ridiculous by the way she looked at you with pity. “What the hell are you talking about? Josh? Are we talking about Josh?”

She closed her eyes, pursed her lips, and nodded.

“Kiszka?” you tried again, still refusing to let her statement sink in.

“Yes,” she said through a laugh. “Yes, your roommate Josh. Curly hair, hippy bullshit - that guy. I swear to God I thought you knew. I mean, there were times when I was like ‘does she actually know?’ but then I thought ‘there’s no way she lives with him and doesn’t know that’. You’re telling me I was wrong?”

You were struck silent for a few long moments. “Are you sure?”

Thankfully, she was looking at you like you were a puppy with its head stuck in a peanut butter jar. “Look at me. He punched a guy in the face for you.”

You closed your eyes and tried to suppress a smile. “I don’t know.”

“Okay. There’s supposed to be a huge snowstorm this weekend. Now that you’ve heard me say it, return to me on Monday - after spending all weekend in the same place as him - and tell me you don’t see it then,” she said simply.

“Okay, I will,” you challenged.

“Okay, you do that,” she quipped with a smirk, leaning back in her seat and crossing her arms over her chest confidently.

+++

In preparation, you had gone grocery shopping together, picking out everything you’d need to be stuck in the apartment together. He had even made you take him to a thrift store, just so he could see if there was anything fun. In the end, he had come out with a card game in a box, still wrapped.

Saturday morning the snow started falling, this time in huge, fluffy flakes, and it wasn’t supposed to stop until Monday evening.

While Josh was in the shower, you decided to get everything ready for the evening’s festivities that you had planned together. You had gone to find a good cheese board at the market until you found out they were too pricey for your (nearly nonexistent) budget, so you ended up laying out different crackers and cheeses onto a circular pizza pan.

By the time he got out of the shower, you had grapes, pickles, olives, and chocolates laid out on the coffee table, and he caught you just as you were pouring each of you a glass of wine.

The charcuterie was his idea - actually, the first thing he suggested when you said you wanted to have a fun night in on Saturday. The three different kinds of alcohol had been your idea.

“Okay, it’s all yours,” he informed as he trotted out from his bedroom, dressed in a fresh set of clothes.

The shower was still warmed up, the mirror still steamy. You got a towel out and stepped in under the spray.

You took the time to enjoy washing and conditioning your hair - your mom had been sweet enough to send you some of the expensive kind you love. Once you had hinted over the phone that you were homesick and the smell of it reminded you of home, she was already googling it.

Once you felt sufficiently clean, you stepped out and dried off. The clothes you had taken into the bathroom weren’t anything special - you had chosen comfort over aesthetic - but they were warm, which is what you really needed as the snow fell outside.

When you joined him back in the living room, Josh was waiting patiently on the couch.

“Ready?” he asked, handing you your glass of wine.

“You didn’t have to wait for me.” You gestured down at the untouched food.

He smiled at you. “I know.”

You sipped at your drink as he gestured to the tv.

“Movie for background noise?”

You hummed in thought. “Maybe music?”

He nodded in agreement. “What are you in the mood for?”

“Whatever you pick will be perfect.”

By the time he had made a selection, you had nearly finished your glass of wine. “So, the costumes are coming along well. I got the cutest lace for the trimmings of Alice’s dress. I’m not sure you’ll even be able to see it from the audience, but she’ll look adorable in pre and post-performance pictures.”

He shot you a beaming smile. “That’s some master craft. Your attention to detail is unrivaled.”

You knew that he was just playing, but it still made your stomach flip.

“Should we play our card game?” he suggested, padding over to the kitchen and snatching the bottle of wine off the counter.

You watched his movements as he poured your glass full again. “Thank you. Yeah, we can. Or did you want to be drunker first?”

He hummed. “One shot each?”

“Of vodka?” you inquired as you picked yourself off of the couch. “Where are the shot glasses?”

“I don’t think I own any,” he admitted as he watched you rifle through the cupboards.

You shot him a shocked look. “You’re a college kid; why would you not own a shot glass?”

“Well, we haven’t needed it thus far. I don’t throw a lot of parties if you haven’t noticed.” He gestured around the empty room. “We’ll each just take a pull from the bottle?”

“Okay, you first,” you agreed, thrusting the bottle at his chest. He took it from your grasp with a smirk and then pressed his lips to the rim. He drank until the count of three before swallowing hard and passing it along.

You followed suit, except with more difficulty. He had made it look so easy, you had almost forgotten how vodka tasted. You swiped your thumb across your lips, wiping them dry in the process.

You took your seats back on the couch next to each other as the music played through the room.

“Charcuterie?” you offered, gesturing to the coffee table full of food.

“Yes, of course.”

As you watched him make a cracker sandwich, you spoke. “So, should we crack this game open?”

After he nodded excitedly, you ripped into the plastic wrap.

“Okay, it looks like it’s essentially just a questions game. We just draw one at a time and the other person answers them,” you explained after skimming the inside of the box. “And you have to finish your drink if you can’t answer it.”

He laughed. “Okay, ladies first. I’m ready.”

You pushed the stack of cards over at him. “No way, you ask me first,” you stated with a cheeky smile.

He raised his eyebrows at you but relented. As he plucked a card from the deck, he took a sip of wine.

“What is your favorite color?” he asked, leaning in and squinting like the information you were about to provide was essential to his existence.

You snorted. “Really?” He nodded, prompting you to continue. You hummed as you thought about it. “It’s blue.”

“What kind of blue? Like navy or sky?”

You shook your head. “No, more like that blue that’s so blue it hurts your eyes. The one that was a new pigment discovered not that long ago - so bright it hurts.”

He gave you a sincere smile. “That’s a good pick.”

“What’s yours?”

“That’s not how this game works,” he said through a breathy laugh.

You frowned at him. “Yeah, well. Then I’m asking you as a friend. Josh, what is your favorite color?”

He pursed his lips as he considered his answer. “It’s hard for me to pick, but maybe either red or orange.”

You nodded in agreement as you reached for the deck. “I could see that. Okay, your turn.”

You stared at the card in your hand that read, WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU SLEPT WITH?

“Are you alright?”

You snapped your eyes up to him, quickly nodding as you realized that he had been waiting patiently for you to read it.

“Okay,” he agreed cautiously. “That’s good. What’s the question?”

You couldn’t suppress an awkward smile as a heat rose to your face.

“It says, ‘who is the last person you slept with?’,” you informed in a humored tone. You even held it up for him to see.

He stared at the card like it just accused him of a heinous act. “You really got to answer the color question and I have to answer this?”

His intensity made you snort a laugh, though you were trying to hold yourself together so you didn’t spill your wine. “Okay, okay. I’ll answer it too. Maybe we can play the game where we both just answer it.”

“Do you just want to hear me talk about sex?” he prompted with a shit-eating grin.

You gave him a disbelieving look. “Are you- You’re the one that picked this game out!”

Your overreaction was clearly exactly what he had been looking for. You were anticipating his ribbing to continue, but it didn’t.

“The last person I had sex with,” he started, pressing his lips against the rim of his glass as he took a swig. “Was from my music theory class.”

“When?” you quickly asked, shocking even yourself.

“Is that part of the question?” he teased smugly, picking a kalamata olive off of the tray and piercing it with his finger before popping it in his mouth.

You licked your lips nervously. “No, it isn’t,” you admitted. “You don’t have to answer that, I was just curious.”

“You wanna get high?”

He was staring directly into your eyes when you looked up at him again.

“I feel like it’ll make it easier to answer these.”

You nodded at him, biting your bottom lip. “Yes. Yes, I do want to.”

“My room?” he asked, picking up both of your glasses as he stood.

“Your room,” you confirmed, following suit.

Through the slats in his blinds, you could see that the ground was completely covered in a white blanket of snow. You spent some time watching it fall from his bed as he packed a bowl.

“Here,” he said gently to get your attention. “You take the first hit. I’m going to light it and you’re going to suck in and hold it in.”

You nodded in understanding.

“Not too much though,” he warned.

The glass was cool in your hands as you took it from him. When he held the flame to it, you did as you were told before exhaling with care. He was looking at you with a proud expression when you met his eyes.

You handed it back over to him, waiting until he was in the process of taking a hit before you spoke.

“Tell me when you slept with her,” you demanded calmly, biting back a smirk at the way his breathing faltered.

It had turned into a game of chicken as you held each other’s gazes silently.

“You haven’t even answered the required question yet and you want me to do the extra credit?” he quipped.

“The last person I fucked was a guy from tinder back home, and it happened a couple of months before I left,” you informed him confidently. “I’ve only ever had one boyfriend, and he was a prick, so when we broke up, I went on a tinder bender just to feel something.”

A small smile spread across his pink lips as he listened.

“Now you.”

“She was my girlfriend last year. We broke up in April and I had a hard time saying no to late-night texts until the end of June.” His tone was sincere as far as you could tell, as were his eyes.

You were starting to feel the hit you’d taken by then, and you took a pause from the conversation to lean over the side of his bed and grab the bag of suckers you knew was waiting there for this very occasion.

The high washed over you in a gentle, pleasant manner, leaving you feeling a little dreamy.

“Sucker?” you asked, holding the bag open for him. He breathed a laugh - probably at you offering him his own candy - and then plucked one from the bag.

After he had it unwrapped, he held the bowl out to you again. “Want another? Or am I going to have to smoke the rest of this myself?”

“Yes, I’m sure that would be very rough on you, poor baby,” you teased.

He huffed a laugh, sitting up a bit straighter in his position. “You want another one or not?”

You stared at him wordlessly for longer than was socially acceptable, but when you finally spoke, it was with conviction. “I’ll have another baby hit.” You pulled the cards from the pocket of your pajama pants. “But then we’re playing another card, right?.”

He glanced down at the bowl and then back up to you. “When you say ‘baby hit’-”

“I mean I want you to blow it into my mouth with your mouth,” you explained cheekily, making him huff a laugh.

“You liked that, huh?” he asked, risking a dark glance up at you through his long lashes as his fingers played along the glass piece.

You knew exactly what you wanted to say - could hear it in your head, but your body felt tight with nerves at the thought of actually saying it. “Not as much as you did, I’m guessing.”

Oh, damn, you said it.

A smirk played across his mouth, his eyes half hooded. If you hadn’t been paying attention, you would have thought he was completely unaffected by your teasing, but you had been listening to his breathing, so you were perfectly aware when it changed slightly. It was just the smallest difference in sound like he was pulling in air through tighter lungs.

“Be careful with what you’re accusing people of.” A warning, definitely, but almost more of a challenge. In the months that you’d spent with him, you’d never seen him like that, but you suppose you wouldn’t have unless- Unless you were about to make him do something truly reckless.

You bit your bottom lip out of an anxious, excited energy. “Oh, my mistake then.”

The ball was in his court, and you could tell that he was expecting him to continue pressing him. A look of slight disappointment flashed behind his eyes, but you weren’t done yet.

You nodded toward the bowl, prompting him to glance down at it like he had forgotten what he was doing in the game he was playing with you. He kept eye contact with you as he brought it to his mouth and lit it. You watched the white smoke circle the inside of the globe before he sucked it into his lungs.

You tilted your chin up in invitation and tried to relax your muscles as he leaned in, his throat looking tight.

You felt his nose brush yours first before you realized you had closed your eyes in anticipation. The smoky smell hit you first when you realized you were supposed to be taking it from him. You opened your eyes and tried to breathe it all in, but most of it was lost to the room.

He had a tiny smirk playing on his features until you reached out and wrapped your hand around the back of his neck, pressing his forehead against yours in an abrupt motion. You could tell he had his teeth clenched by how tight his jaw looked.

You couldn’t stop yourself from playing your fingers along the sharp line of it.

“Do you want me?” you whispered, voice barely there at all.

Through a labored breath, he responded with a smoky sounding, “What would give you that impression?”

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you, but unsurprisingly, it came out sounding raw. Your fingers brushed across the short hair on the nape of his neck, the pleasant feeling causing his eyelids to flutter.

You leaned forward until you pressed your cheekbone against his, lips right by his ear, and pointedly asked, “Do. You. Want. Me?”

“Fucking of course, I do,” he spat through clenched teeth, sounding distressed as his hands wrapped around your waist, thumbs pressed into your hipbones on either side.

“Should we?” you asked, pulling back so you could see his face.

“Probably not.” His words were humored, a melodic laugh accompanying them, but still somehow managed to not sound any less strained.

You considered what he was saying for a moment, relishing in the idea that this was the last moment before the point of no return. “Just one hookup,” you reasoned.

He smirked at you, looking all too smug and disbelieving. “Okay,” he agreed.

Patiently, you waited for him to make the first move, your heartbeat bouncing around like a basketball in your chest. When you felt his hands move from your hips, your body tensed, trying to predict where they’d end up next.

As he cupped your jaw with both hands, you melted a little, muscles noticeably relaxing.

The kiss was tentative at first - just a brushing of his lips on yours like he was testing the waters. He held your face like he was afraid that you were going to vanish into thin air - like your presence was the key to his existence.

You could hear his shallow breaths as he opened his mouth, pressing it against yours. His tongue tasted like the orange sucker he’d abandoned on its wrapper on top of the dresser next to his bed. You lapped at it, body rising as you shifted to crawl into his lap. With the way he was sitting, cross-legged on his bed straddling him was a bit of a strain on your inner thighs, but the feeling was oddly pleasing - like a warm-up for the workout you were about to endure.

He let go of your face to place his hands back on your hips, pulling your body as close to his as it physically could be. Before he could situate you too firmly, you started to unbutton your pajama shirt, and bless his heart, he couldn’t help but watch your fingers work.

“Is this really happening, or this just a super high fever dream?” he asked, shaking his head as he frowned like he wasn’t sure he could trust his eyes.

You wanted to laugh at him, but you could hardly blame his disbelief. If someone had told you even earlier that week that you’d be in this position, you would have rolled your eyes at them. You hadn’t realized how much you wanted this until it was about to happen.

The last button undone, you let the garment fall, the pink and white striped fabric slipping off the bed and to the hardwood.

The cool air was shocking on your bare skin at first, causing it to tighten - well, that and you could practically feel his eyes raking over your chest.

“It’s happening,” you assured, leaning in until you were speaking against his parted lips.

The feeling of him brushing the pads of his fingers over your nipple made your breathing shudder. When you tipped your head back, he ducked in and pressed his mouth to your throat, dragging a stripe across your skin with the flat of his tongue. Every part of your whole body felt hot, but none more than between your legs. You tried to grind yourself down on him, but couldn’t seem to get a good angle - luckily, he seemed to notice, and halted your movements with his hands on your hips, stretching his legs out straight.

He pulled back just far enough to see your face when he ground you down onto him, the outline of his cock slipping against your core. Even with all the layers between you, the feeling still made you crumble against him, a whine escaping your lips of its own volition. It was clear that he felt it too as he bit his lip, his eyes fluttering.

You seized the opportunity to get your fingers under his shirt, lifting it over his head as he held his arms up for you. Before he could prepare for it, you pressed closer, pressing a kiss to his temple and then nipping at his earlobe. The cool metal of his earring was pleasing against your tongue, and you reveled in the moment as he sucked in a sharp, shocked breath.

His hands snaked around your sides, palms wide as he cupped your ass and used the leverage to pull you against him again. Burying his nose in the crook of your neck, he let a shaky breath escape him.

You could feel his thumbs hook under the elastic band of your pajama bottoms as he started to slip them down the cleft of your ass. Once it was bare, he ran his fingers over it, movement stalling as he looked at you with an eyebrow raised.

“Are you not wearing panties?”

You scoffed. “Not to bed, obviously. Are you implying that you wear something under those loose pants?”

The corners of his lips tilted up in a wicked smirk. “I encourage you to find out.”

You giggled at his confidence, sweetly nudging your forehead against his, so he didn’t expect the swift movement of your hand as you tugged the tie of his sweats down. The answer to your previous question was “no” - he hissed as you grabbed his erection, swiping your thumb across the head, glossy from the dim light through the blinds. It was just a tease though, because a split second later, you let go of it in favor of wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your mouth against his again.

As you pressed him back, he tried to hold you, but once he realized you weren’t just leaning on him for support, he relented. You laid him back on his bed, pulling back as you slipped your bottoms off the rest of the way.

“Jesus,” he breathed as his eyes took in the whole of your naked body above him. “Hang on.”

He reached to the bedside table and grabbed the bowl and lighter. After he sucked in another hit and set the piece back down, he tugged you in roughly, depositing the smoke directly into your mouth. You tried to hold it in like he had taught you, but you were much more interested in getting your tongue into his mouth.

Still, you were plenty high, so much so that looking down on his bare form had tears threatening your eyes. He looked so soft and sweet despite the position he was in, his eyes half-lidded and one hand behind his head, one on your bare hip.

You shifted until you could grind your core against the length of him, the wetness letting it slip through easily.

“Fuck.” You had thought it was an exclamation of pleasure until you opened your eyes and saw a scowl painted across his face. “I definitely don’t have a condom.”

You hummed through a smile. “I don’t blame you, I definitely didn’t expect this.”

He frowned up at you. “We can just try something else if you want,” he offered.

“Well, I’m on birth control, and given the length of time between our last sexual encounters, I’m guessing we’re both clean - I know I am.”

He stared at you for a long moment before really realizing what you were implying, but once he did, he licked his lips in consideration.

“Come here.” You weren’t sure what he was requesting until he grabbed onto your thighs and guided you up until you were straddling his face.

The thought of it made you blush, and surely your cheeks were hot to the touch.

He started with broad strokes of his tongue, just dragging it through. You briefly wished he had a headboard for you to brace yourself on, but your thoughts quickly became completely incoherent. You decided you were going to lean back instead, placing your palms flat on his bent knees. When you were completely comfortable and situated, he started pointedly flicking his tongue against your clit directly, first very soft and teasing, but building to something rougher and more deliberate.

You thought you were actually going to shake apart when he sucked your clit right into his mouth, rolling the bead of it around on the flat surface. When you could feel yourself getting close to the edge, you threaded your fingers through his curls, keeping him close.

The moment you lost it, everything in the room melted away from you - just a black expanse with flicks of color littered throughout it.

You took a moment to catch your breath, trying to bring yourself, at least partly, back to reality. When you pulled away from him, you were met with the sight of him - the entire bottom half of his face slick with your come.

He only let you watch in fascination as it dripped from his chin for a second before he was pushing you back, your head laid at the foot of the bed. He slipped his sweats off the rest of the way before crawling over you.

There was no way you could have blamed him as he pushed in, seemingly not having any time for a slow entrance - you did make him sit there, untouched, for god knows how long. You certainly couldn’t name even a rough estimate for the amount of time passed.

The spark of pleasure that shot through you made you throw your head back, your spine arching as you let out a whine.

“I’m sorry, are you okay?” he breathed, through tight teeth.

“Yes,” you hissed as you ground yourself down onto him. “Keep going.”

Your eyes were closed, but you were sure he was wearing an awed expression. You grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him in until your foreheads were pressed together. When he started to move his hips, you let out a long, pleased hum, pressing your nails into the skin on his shoulders.

Your whole lower half was still incredibly sensitive, so every time he brushed you, it made you writhe a bit beneath him. “Mm, fuck,” you growled as he intentionally reached down and pressed his thumb into your clit, the feeling resting somewhere between “just perfect” and “way too much”.

He was biting his lip as he watched your reaction intently. You felt his hand snake down your outer thigh, gripping it from the bottom. He lifted it up, near-forcing you to wrap it around his hip.

The new angle was a different kind of feeling - something hot deeper in your gut like someone placed a smoldering ember in your belly. You weren’t paying attention to anything but your own impending orgasm, so you didn’t expect it when he sucked your nipple into his mouth. He raked his teeth over the bud, causing your hips to jerk against him.

When you opened your eyes and met his, you took a moment to absorb his expression - like he was seeing another dimension through your face.

You could tell he was close when his lips fell open, but that was perfect because he was taking you with him. You hitched your legs around his hips and squeezed, letting your head tip back.

When you came a second time, it was with his open mouth pressed to your throat, his hot breath hitting your damp skin. You let out a low whine, fingers tangled in his hair, probably a little too tight.

You suspected it was probably your muscles clenching in orgasm around him that set him off, a string of expletives falling from his kiss-swollen lips. His hips shuddered as he fucked you through it.

The other side of your collective climax was warm and fuzzy, like watching home videos from the ‘60s. When he was able to hold himself all the way up, you ran your fingers through his damp curls affectionately.

He was clearly trying to get his bearings, his breath flowing in and out of him like a tide.

“Are you okay?” he whispered, sounding like he might not be able to speak any louder than he currently was if he wanted to.

You hummed through a smile. “So good, Maybe never better.”

He rubbed his nose against yours, the smallest hint of an upward tilt to his lips. “I’m high as hell, so I’m not sure what’s acceptable for our situation right now, but can I kiss you?”

“We probably shouldn’t,” you admitted, making his expression fall slightly.

He nodded at you in reluctant agreement. “You’re right.”

You bit your bottom lip. “Ah, fuck it, we’ll start going back to normal tomorrow.”

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