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quicktosimp · 8 months

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When the Kids are Away

Kinktober Day 12 - Jake

Jake/Human!Reader, mentioned Jake/Reader/Neytiri

Warnings: 18+, Fingering, Dom!Jake, Sub!Reader, Sir Kink, Spanking, DILF Jake, Bondage, Breeding Kink

Thank you @pandoraslxna for putting this together for all of us 💕

Divider by @cafekitsune

“Come on, baby girl. Don’t you wanna have some fun?” Jake persists, asking me for the seventh time.

“No, you idiot. You’re always too impatient to prepare me properly.” I snap, getting sick of this conversation.

“What if I promise to prepare you more this time? Do it just like Tiri does it.” He bribes.

A snort slips out of my mouth, “I’m gonna tell Tiri you said that. No one can do it like Tiri.”

Jakes's hands went up in surrender, “Don’t I know it, no one out matches our Tiri with that tongue of hers.”

I walk over and wrap my arms around Jake’s waist, “I miss them,” I sigh.

Jake holds me in his arms, “I miss them too. I know they just left to visit Mo’at, but a three-day flight, with a week-long stay, and then the flight back, that too long for us to be separated.”

“Stupid rules. I want our kids back and Tiri back.” I tried to hold back a whine.

“We still have 13 days left, baby.”

I let loose a dramatic whine, “I’ve never not had the kids with us! Even before I mated with you and Neytiri, I watched the kids! I’ve never gone a night without the kids in the same room!”

“I know, baby, I’m thinking the same things. The marui is too quiet.” Jake rubs my back.

The breeze of the ocean, the crackle of the fire pit, and the creaking of the marui floors. There are no sounds of chatter or bickering. No Spider showing me the new Metkayina armband he had made and the healing from his tattoo. No Neteyam telling me about his day, as I teach him some olf human weaving. No Kiri chatting to me about the creatures she had seen today. No Lo’ak explaining the new fishing technique he learned or bemoaning about Aonung. No Tuk showing me the new necklace she had made that day, telling me about the friends she had made. I want my babies back! The burning of tears pricks at my eyes.

“Oh, baby girl. It will be okay; they’ll be back soon and tell us everything they did. They’ll talk through the eclipse and into the next sunrise. We’ll have to beg them to stop.” Jake kneels so he can hold me tighter, pulling my face into his neck.

I chuckle even though it sounds wet, “I know, and I know I’m being dramatic, but I don’t know how to do this right now.” My hands travel up, wrapping around his neck and holding his locks.

“That's okay, we’ll both figure it out. Maybe we can go for a ride on my tsurak, and go for a swim after?” He murmurs into my hair.

I look up from under my lashes, “Ride to our island?” I ask.

Jake’s tail swishes in delight, but his voice is calm. “Yeah, we can go to our island. That would be fun, wouldn’t it?”

I smile up at him, “We haven’t had enough time for us to go out in a while, with Neteyam healing and getting Spider accommodated. Although that kid adjusted better than all of us here.”

Jake groans from the reminder, “I know, seriously, he was not the kid I thought I’d have to beat suitors off with a stick.”

I laugh at his plight; watching him pop up like a daisy terrifying Spider’s admirers has become one of my favorite pastimes. However, I can’t help but wonder, if Jake is like this with his son, I can’t imagine what he’ll be like with Kiri and Tuk.

“Ha ha ha, I’m glad you find this funny. Now, I wouldn’t be laughing at the person who’s gonna take you for a ride.” Jake smirks.

“Okay, okay, it’s seeing you be overprotective over our kids. It turns me on a bit,” I admit with a sly grin.

Jake cocks an eyebrow, his expression matching mine, “It turns you on, baby? What else do I do that turns you on?”

“Well, when all the kids were little, and you’d cradle them in one arm, I’d see your biceps flex while holding our baby so tenderly.” I started.

“What else?” He noses my neck.

“When that creep in the scientist lab started paying too much attention to Kiri, you beat the ever-living shit out of him. That was like an aphrodisiac straight into my veins.”

“That’s what that was about? I just thought you and Neytiri started without me.” Jake laughed.

“Oh, we did. But our foreplay was me telling her everything you did in detail.” I whisper.

“Oh fuck, my girls are naughty.” Jake moans.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t love it. I believe that night you came more times than you ever had in one night. We worshiped you that night.” I tugged his locks as he nibbled on my neck.

“You did. Now I think it’s time I returned that favor tonight.” Jake attacked my neck with fervor, leaving open-mouthed kisses that dominated the whole side of my neck.

I gasp from the pleasure, loving my neck being played through. Jakes's lips and tongue lavish my neck with attention as he sucks the skin into his mouth, undoubtedly leaving a purple mark on my neck. Jake’s hands grasp my hips, just his two hands wrapped around my waist and touched. I love the way he makes me feel so small.

Jake’s enthusiasm continues as he trails down to my breasts, covered by a na’vi chest covering designed to also work as a bra, holding my breasts in place while woven in the traditional Omatikaya style. I couldn’t keep Netiri off of me, and Jake wasn’t subtle about how his slit was open whenever he saw my breasts.

Jake grunted in frustration, not liking his pursuit being hindered. So he ripped it off of me, stones, beads, and shells scattered across our marui.

“Jake!” I gasped, ignoring the heat in my loins, “That was the one I had just finished! Made from materials of the Awa'atlu waters!” I bemoaned all my hard work for nothing.

Don’t worry, baby girl, I’ll just hold them with my hands. You won't need another covering again.” Jake grasped my breasts, one in each hand, and his lips found my nipple without hesitation.

I arched my back, thrusting my chest into his face as he sucked on my nipple. I pull Jake’s head to my chest, tugging on his locks.

“Oh, that feels good,” I moan.

Jake bites my nipple in response. His other hand wasn’t idle, rubbing, pulling, and tweaking the other nipple.

“Jake want more.” I gasp.

“More, baby? More what? You got to use your words.” From here, he switched breasts.

A blush erupts over my body, “Please, Jake, my pussy.”

One lone finger travels down my core, gently caressing through the tweng I wear, “Like this baby?”

I groan from his teasing, “Jake, don’t be a fucking tease,”

Smack! Jake’s large hand slapped my ass.

“Don’t be a fucking brat,” Jake growled, my ass stinging from his strike.

“Please, Jake-”

Smack! Burning pain flowing through my ass.

“That’s not the right name,” His voice low.

“Please, Sir, I need you in my pussy!” I beg.

“Good girl,” One of his long finers slips under my tweng, covering the digit in my slick, his thumb circling my clit.

“Sir, please, need you.” I roll my hips, grinding into his fingers.

Jake’s long finger entered my cunt, the single digit bringing a burning pleasure. Long, thick, and stretching me so much already, but he just leaves it there unmoving.

“There you go, baby, I’m inside you.” I didn’t have to look at his face to know he was smirking, using his other hand to stop my hips from moving.

“Sir!”

“What? I did exactly what you asked. I’m even playing with your clit. Aren’t I so good for you?” Jake’s teeth latch onto my ribs, sucking the skin into his mouth.

“Please, Sir, I want your cock.” I ask sweetly.

A booming laugh erupts from Jake as he backs off, his fingers leaving me, “You told me that I don’t prepare you enough. So no, baby, you don't get my cock.”

Running to Jake, I grasp at his tweng, unable to reach farther, “No, please, Sir! I was being a brat! Please punish me so I can have your cock!” I desperately beg, my eyes wide.

But I find no sympathy in his, only dark amusement, “Oh, I’ll punish you for being a brat. But you made yourself clear; you don’t get my cock until Neytiri returns and can prepare you herself.”

“No, please, Sir,” I beg one last time.

Smack! My ass was turning red just from the three hits. “That enough.” He finalizes, “Take off your tweng and lay on the table. On your front and hold the top of it.”

“Yes, Sir,” I mope as I drag myself over.

Smack! Another hit to my ass, “Don’t fucking drag your feet, you asked for this.”

I quickly rushed to do as Jake said, not wanting to make my punishment worse. I haul myself onto the eating table, the cool wood bites into my nipples. I grab the top of the table as I stretch my legs out flat. Jake lets out a pleased hum as his hand gazes across my body. Once he reaches my wrists, his hand takes them into his hold. Grabbing a piece of my broken top, Jake binds my hands to the loop carved into the table before grabbing two more parts of the broken top. Jake soon leaves my vision as he goes behind me, his large hands pushing my thighs apart. Jake takes his time as he binds each of my ankles to the table. Bearing me to him and the marui.

“Now, ain’t this the perfect view. “ He admires.

A whine left me embarrassed from being this open.

“Aww, sweetheart, it’s okay. I’m gonna take care of you.” Jake settles on the other end of the table, fitting himself between my thighs, “Now you’re gonna be a good girl for me and take what I give you.”

“Yes, Sir,” I mutter, voice muffled from the table.

Jake’s hands reach up and trail along my thighs, his nails leaving marks in their wait. “I fucking love your ass almost as much as your pussy.” His hands grope my ass, squeezing tight, “Now, about that punishment, you were pretty bratty earlier, but I know you’re upset, so I’ll let you get away with it this time.”

Smack! Another hit on my ass; one hand is big enough to cover both globes.

“But that doesn’t mean I won’t spank this gorgeous ass. It’s one of my favorite things to do: watch it turn red and watch it move with each hit. I remember all those years ago when you begged Tiri and I to spank your ass. Fuck that was of your best ideas.” Jake enuncated with another spank.

With a harsh thrust, Jake fully seated a finger inside me.

“Oh! Fuck!” I shouted in surprise as he continued a thrust harshly.

Jake chuckles under his breath, deep-sounding, “That feel good, baby? I like having you scream on just a finger. So fucking tight.” Jake quickly adds a second one.

“Sir! Big, it’s big, Sir!” Trying to hump back onto Jake’s fingers.

Smack!

“Keep that ass still, and take what I give you!” He snarled.

Smack!

“Yes, Sir! Sorry, Sir!” I cry over the pleasure.

“Fucking good girl,” Jake said lowly.

I could barely hear what Jake said over the sounds coming from my pussy, the wet squelching noise loud with the thrusts of his fingers. Hearing those lewd sounds come from me makes the fire burning in me grow.

Jake taunted, “You want another finger, baby? Need me to stretch your little pussy wider?”

“Please, Sir!”

Smack!

“Words, baby, use your words!”

Smack!

“I want another finger, please, Sir!”

A third finger quickly joins inside, Jake never stopping his fast tempo. Moans spill from my lips, my breath skipping from the power of his thrusts.

“P-pl-please!” I beg, not sure for what.

“Please what babygirl? You gotta ask properly.”

Jake’s fingers rubbed and pressed on my g spot. He hit it every trust-in and scrapped his fingers on it every time he left. I don’t know what I want. All I know are his fingers and the way he makes me feel.

I scream out my frustration and pleasure, “Ple-please! D-don’t know! Please, Sir!”

“Don’t know, hmm? Then let sir take care of you. Come on, say it.” Cockiness eases through his every pore.

“Ple-Please! He-lp, me, Sir!” I sob.

The pleasure becoming too much, and the pain in my ass adding to the tightening in my core. Jake stands, leaning over the side, his fingers never leaving my cunt, but this position lets him go faster, harder.

“Okay, baby girl, I’ll take care of you.” With that, he thrust in his pinky.

“Oh fuck! Please!” I arch the best I can, wanting more of the stretch.

“Please, Sir! Need your cock! Please!”

Smack!

“I told you no! That’s final!” Jake growled out.

“Please! Want your cum! Want a baby! Please give me a baby!”

“Oh fuck,” I hear Jake whisper.

Then nothing. His fingers were ripped from my cunt, and Jake walked to my front, his hand holding where his slit was under his tweng. Jake kneels in front of me, kissing me soundly, full of passion.

“You want a baby? I’ll give you a baby.”

#lunaskinktober2023 #avatar #atwow #avatar way of water #kinktober #smut #jake sully x y/n #jake sully x you #jake sully smut #jake sully x reader #jake sully avatar #avatar twow #avatar fanfiction #avatar the way of water #avatar 2 #writing #atwow fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 fanfic

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starfrier · 1 year

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Lo’ak + Neteyam x human!reader headcanons

a/n: kind of obsessed with the x human trope rn😜😜

Lo’ak

loves that he can carry you around because of how much taller he is

he feels so much happier that you and him share features like eyebrows and having a pinky

tells you stories from his home and when he would sneak out

sleepovers?!

taking you out to ride on his ikran, esp at night

talking to him about what it might have been like if you were on earth

def more careful when taking you out when exploring and giving things a second thought cuz of your oxygen mask

probably takes a spare mask just in case

he is your protector 😖😖 esp from animals of pandora

loves showing you his favorite places and finding new spots for you guys to hang out

will find you beads and crystals so you both can make bracelets, anklets, necklaces and such

will gift you things he thinks you’ll like and things that remind him of you

pls praise and compliment him

shy.

his tail will graze over you

holding hands would be kinda “hard”??? cuz his hands would be so much bigger

deep convos.

MIGHT BE A TAD WEE BIT JEALOUS OF SPIDER SINCE HES A HUMAN

although he loves to defend you, you are a badass and can defend yourself and you’re cool 😎

when he puts his hand against yours he gets so happy when he sees all 5 fingers go against yours

enjoys going on adventures and doing risky things but he also loves just laying on the grass under a tree with you

before he goes to sleep he thinks about how your relationship is similar to his parents and it makes him blush😭

Neteyam

neteyam is gonna be your mighty warrior

tell him he’s more than enough and he’s an amazing boyfriend

i feel like he would be bolder and less shy

def also carrying you around

gets so happy when he sees you having fun with his siblings

he loves taking you out to fly on his ikran and is careful

sticking up for you all the time

talks to you abt his parents and some na’vi having high expectations

absolute gentleman

he’s a tease

teases you abt how much taller he is

you try and figure out how to show him being human is cool too

will talk to you about the future

talking about each other’s interests

if you tell him jokes he is gonna be so unimpressed

this is more modern but do you think he watched the kardashians in private (ty to my friend for this one)

IDK I FEEL LIKE HE WOULD DRAW PICTURES OF YOU AND HIM??

would reassure you every time he leaves and returns from missions

bring you gifts like flowers, crystals and plants

he is so sweet

big spoon obviously

rather not think about what it would have been like if you were on earth instead

#neteyam #neteyam sully #avatar #neteyam atwow #neteyam avatar #lo'ak #lo'ak sully #lo'ak avatar #lo'ak te suli tsyeyk'itan #neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan #atwow #atwow loak #atwow neteyam #x reader #y/n #headcanon

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violet-yimlat · 6 months

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“Hey dad, Have you ever fucked up do badly that you turned into a demon?”

No, that’s no good.

Of course he has. That’s sort of his whole personality.

“Eyyy pops. I done goofed up and now I do be the broken, the beaten and the damned”

What the fuck even was that. And was that a My Chemical Romance reference?

“Father, I regret to inform you that that I-“

That I what?

“-have been following in your footsteps in the worst possible way”

No.

“-tried to summon a demon but I messed up and turned into one”

No.

“-need help because, you see, I did this thing”

No.

New idea. Play him a song. One of these boxes must have- yes. A ukulele.

Black Veil Brides is always good.

Goodbye Agony makes sense. I wince as I recall how the word “goodbye” came from a monk who got very confused and forgot what GBWY meant.

“Heaven's gone, the battle's

won

I had to say goodbye

Lived and learned from every fable

Written by your mind

And I wonder how to move on From all had inside

Place my gun upon the table

In blood I draw the line

I've given all my pride

Living a life of misery

Always there, just underneath Haunting me, quietly alone It's killing me, killing me Dead and gone, what's done is done

You were all I had become

I'm letting go of what I once believed

So goodbye agony…”

… But I don’t even play the ukulele. And singing without a backing track is even more embarrassing. Why do I even have that ukulele? It sometimes feels like my room is just supplying me with whatever fits the gag. Even if the joke’s at my expense.

Maybe I should just tell him…

Or write him a letter.

It could be one word and my signature. Just run into his room and leave it there.

“Human’t. love Violet”.

Or I could lie. There was no magical accident. Screaming? What screaming? My rooms smells of blood and smoke and incense because I was sacrificing an animal so that I have extra innocent blood for when I need it. If it needs to be fresh, logically, keeping it in the fridge should work. The incense was to mask the smell.

But…

Well look at me.

Illusions shouldn’t be too hard.

Cloaking. Camouflage. Smoke and mirrors.

I light a candle. It burns with little smoke. Not good enough. I’m afraid that I’m going to have to sacrifice one of my cool sticks. I put the wood in the metal lid of a Soap and Glory gift set I got last year for Chr- That word catches in my mouth.

I light the fire.

I look around the room, finding a small shard of broken mirror on a deep shelf, just to the right of books and my makeup bag and pens and lots of other random shit. The room is a mess, as always.

I don’t exactly know what I’m doing but this makes sense.

Holding my hands over the smoke, I use the shard of mirror to cut my finger. A few drops of blood drip into the fire.

The sharp claws that had appeared last night seem to vanish.

I flinch and drop the mirror in the fire.

They come back.

I open the window of my room. I wrap one of my hands, the left one, the one I cut, in a towel, and pick up the fire.

I take the rest of the cup of water from last night in my right hand.

I carry both to the window and extinguish the fire, water overflowing from the shallow dish.

I carefully pick out the piece of mirror.

The claws become invisible again.

I seem to have created a talisman.

I grip it and look at myself. I can still feel them, but the wings and tail seem to have disappeared.

I look in the full length mirror on the wall.

They still seem to be visible. Odd.

I am going to have to avoid mirrors.

It’s probably the silver. That’s apparently why vampires can’t see themselves. Silver is a symbol of purity. Dad probably doesn’t know that.

If he’d been any cheaper or simply gone to IKEA, I’d probably look normal.

So I open the selfie camera on my phone. Good. Blue eyes.

I put the shard in my pocket.

Red eyes.

Ok. So it doesn’t work unless if there’s anything between it and my skin.

I put it on the floor and hover my hand over it.

I conclude that it’s effective from a distance of about two inches.

I’ll make a necklace then.

I’m good at crafts.

Nobody ever has to know.

… But will Abby tell him? Or would Uriel?

No. I don’t think Uriel would. Those two can’t stand each other.

But Abby? Is she the kind to keep secrets? She kept Uriel from dad, but Uriel was never a threat. I could be dangerous. I don’t want to hurt anyone but…

Dark magic has consequences.

Well, I’ll just do what the imaginary dark magic users I made up do. Use illusions, and lie about my mental and physical health :3

#violet morningstar #good omens rp #discord rp #this is a stream of consciousness

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lilmissbacon · 2 years

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Redesigning Coq Courage/Rooster Bold and Caprikid

I already made a post about how much I hate the new designs revealed in Penalteam, even though I didn't go into too much detail because I just wanted to get my thoughts out.

I'll probably make another post redesigning Sabrina, Ivan and maybe others that I thought were fine but I'd personally change like Vesperia and Pigella (I just hate the bangs).

But for now I'm focused on Marc and Nathaniel because they're my favorite boys and couple so I felt extra pissed at what the designers did to them. Marc's rooster design is interesting but it's just not Marc's style in the slightest and it makes me mad. Nate (along with Sabrina) just look fugly.

And it is because of this episode that I no longer consider this season to even be canon and went to redesign them in the first place.

So I'll show you my new designs and explain why I went about it the way I did. I would personally switch their miraculous' entirely but I figured having them keep the ones they got would make this a fun challenge.

Let's start

Ram/Goat Nathaniel

I'd like to think that no matter what miraculous he uses, it'd brush his hair back in some way so his hair is out of his eyes.

Also how did the show's designers fuck up goat horns so bad? The horns they gave him looked like bobcat ears more than anything. So I gave my redesign accurate horns. The miraculous (hair clips) are under the horns where they connect to his hair.

In my personal design for Marc with the goat, he has bronze/gold belt buckles so I used the color here too. I felt the bronze/gold would really help Nathaniel's hair mesh better with the suit. Because it just looks ridiculous in show.

Rooster Marc

My favorite thing about Marc's civilian design is the fact that it's a perfect mix of feminine and masculine.

His lipsick, gorgeous green eyes and choker necklace VS his thick leather boots and fingerless gloves. It makes for a beautiful boy and I'd like for that to carry over to his superhero looks as well.

Instead of de-yasifying him through the rooster miraculous like they did. Marc would NEVER have a mohawk

To start off, it came to my attention that Marc's hair color was strikingly similar to the blue of a rooster tail. So instead of switching it's color entirely, I put his hair into a ponytail and gave it a teal gradient to represent the tail.

Then I gave him the bright orange scarf that flows down his back to kinda look like wings and all the markings on his chest to look like feathers.

Though a physical trait about chicken/roosters that always stuck out to me were their feet. How they were yellow with ring lines around them, so I incorporated that into his boots and on his forearms.

Also, I thought the miraculous itself kinda stuck out too much. Like, he has dark gloves and then that one bright-ass, golden thumb? "Of course that's the miraculous, let's swipe-" So I decided to give him little claws on the end of each finger. They don't cover the entire finger like the miraculous does, so it's distinguishable but doesn't stick out too much.

For a better look (because his hands are closed in the design above):

Overall, I feel like my redesign helps to capture his aesthetic, personality and style all at once without taking away what makes him beautiful.

Different weapons and powers

The weapons are way too on the nose for who holds them. Like I said in my previous rant post, it's like giving the fox miraculous a camera for a weapon because Alya is a reporter. Also the giant paintbrush looks stupid and a pen ain't gonna do shit in battle.

The miraculous (excluding the main 7) are based off of the Chinese Zodiac and because the ram is known for being creative and artistic, I think it would've been really cool to give them a paintball gun. If not that, then at least a shepherd's crook in reference to herding sheep would've been fun.

The power they gave it was literally the same as the ladybug. The ultra powerful and one of a kind miraculous of creation. The ram actually has it beat because the holder can choose what to make. Not only does that kinda ruin the purpose of the ladybug miraculous being special but it's utterly uncreative on the fact that it's literally the same power Nathaniel had as Evillustrator.

I would change it to the clout power that they gave the tiger, since rams are known for... well... ramming into things. In return, I'd give the tiger a sound-wave/roar type of power like the Thunderdrum dragon from httyd. Since the tiger kwami likes to be loud and Juleka wants to be noticed, it'd be more than fitting for both kwami and holder.

For the rooster, I think it should've had 2 boomerangs that looked like feathers. And don't comment saying the horse has a horseshoe for a boomerang because the cat, butterfly, monkey and fox all have weapons that are used as staffs. Sometimes they duplicate.

For it's power (because basically being able to choose whatever power he wants is too OP) I would give it fire. Since the rooster is often compared to a phoenix and are both known for symbolizing rebirth. And not only could he be creating balls of fire but if he kicks or throws things (like the ball in Penalteam) his power could launch those items like rockets.

One final thing; I decided to rename them as well.

I know I'm just changing everything at this point but I'd been waiting to see these heroes+powers for years and I was disappointed immensely. I'm passionate, okay.

Coq Courage and Rooster Bold are both just bad names and while Caprikid is actually kinda fun, I just don't think it fits Nathaniel.

For Marc, I chose Silkie; which is a different breed of chicken and for Nate, I went with Boucor (boo-core); which is a mishmash of 2 words. Bouc: french for goat, and Cor: french for horn.

Edit: I redid the feathers on Marc's chest to be more flattering so it'll look different in most reblogs now.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous redesign #nathaniel kurtzberg #marc anciel #coq courage #rooster bold #caprikid #redesign #I love these characters and I'm not taking their betrayal in designs lightly

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weatheredpileoftomes · 2 years

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diversions

For Wondrous Tails of FFXIV, “toys” (from the NSFW prompt list). Set during Stormblood, but mostly only by crafting mats; ~3000 words (?!?). This is a fic about crafting but it is specifically about crafting sex toys; also contains canon-typical sexual harassment from Gigi the goldsmithing mammet and spoilers for drk jobquests through 50.

Some of the commissions the crafting guilds take are stranger than others.

“Oh dear!” Serendipity says, frowning at the piece of paper Jemime has just handed her.

“Is ThErE a PrObLeM?” It should be impossible for a mammet to sound excited about a potential problem, but Gigi manages it. Frydlona keeps one eye on him and the other on Serendipity.

“We have five commissions from important merchant families.”

For some reason, she seems to think this is a bad thing. Frydlona is definitely missing something here. “What’s wrong with that?”

Serendipity hesitates, tugging at one of her twintails. “Well…oh dear. They’re nearly all rather complicated, and I wasn’t expecting this many, and one of them is delicate. Do you think you could help me with two of them?”

“Of course,” Frydlona says, confused. “What do you mean, delicate?” She hopes it’s not gold leaf. She hates working with gold leaf, which sticks to her fingers but flies away if she exhales too near it.

Serendipity looks at Gigi, then hands Frydlona the list.

“OhOhO! aNoThEr MaMmEt FoR pErSoNaL pLeAsUrE, cRaFtEd FoR a NaRrOw-MiNdEd FoOl WhO cAnNoT aPpReCiAtE a MoRe—”

Frydlona picks Gigi up with her other hand and puts him in an empty supply drawer.

“Please be careful with him,” Serendipity says, but she doesn’t make any move to take Gigi back out. A few muffled words drift out to their ears.

One of the requests is in fact for a Mammet Pleasurer #008D, a thing Frydlona shouldn’t be surprised you can just buy in Ul’dah but finds she is anyway. Another is for a wall-mounted chronometer that will not only display the day’s weather but predict the morrow’s. There’s a request for a music box that will let the listener choose between three different songs, and for a different music box to be topped with a clockwork ballroom scene featuring at least four couples in a round dance. The fifth calls for a tiara, earrings, necklace, bracelets, and rings, all with matching pearls.

“Which of these do you want to assign me?” Frydlona asks. The pearl set looks easy if the pearls can be found, and Aistan can probably help with that. It’s all the clockwork that will be a problem, and there are some apprentices and maybe even journeymen she’s not sure Serendipity wants to assign the Mammet Pleasurer #008D to.

“—OpPoRtUnItY—” Gigi insists faintly.

Serendipity takes the list back, her frown deepening. “You haven’t worked much on barometers, have you?”

Frydlona has to shake her head.

“I should have you do that at some point, but I don’t think… The time is so short. I think…oh, I think I’ll have Nanaren take charge of the chronometer, and W’arhll the parure.” She looks worriedly up at Frydlona. “You have done some mammet repairs in the past—would you be willing to work on the special mammet as well as one of the music boxes?”

Frydlona nods, considering. “If someone else knows the dance for the second music box, I don’t—it would be quicker if they could do that one.”

“Oh good,” Serendipity says, beaming. “I’ll get you the schematics for the other two, then.”

Gigi kicks the drawer open. “An OuTrAgE! yOu CoWaRdLy InCoMpEtEnTs! YoU fEaR mY rEjEcTiOn Of YoUr InAdEqUaTe BoTtOm AnD yOuR gArGaNtUaN hEiGhT!”

“Yes,” Frydlona says. “That’s it exactly.”

Serendipity turns back around with her hands full of papers. “Oh dear! Gigi, did you hurt yourself?”

The Mammet Pleasurer #008D turns out to be a simple enough design and not just a convenient thing to have around, once Frydlona actually gets a look at the schematic, though she is a little worried about how delicate the gears that work the vibrating arm are. It’s possible another metal would hold up better than mythril—she’d like to try it with durium, if she had more time, but that would call for stronger belts, and…hm. Best to stick with the original schematic.

The core is very simple, closer to the modified cores the Ironworks has used for a few of their magitek experiments or even the ones found in wind-up toys, which is probably why Serendipity trusted her with the commission at all. It’s for the best for more than one reason, Frydlona thinks. Some people might want a Gigi, but a lot of people certainly wouldn’t, and Gigi has strong enough preferences of his own to consider as well.

And speaking of Gigi—

“AdEqUaTe,” he sniffs. “FoR wHaTeVeR fLaCcId MeRcHaNt’S uGlY wIfE nEeDs It.”

“Now hold on.” Frydlona taps the final rivet into place. “You don’t know who ordered this or why. You don’t have to jump to the worst possible conclusion about them.”

“EhEhEhE. dO i NoT?”

“You really don’t,” Frydlona says, and starts polishing the metal to a satiny finish. She hopes it’s helpful to its commissioner. There have been times she wouldn’t have minded having something like it herself, but even if there hadn’t been, it’s just manners.

Geva is more direct, which isn’t surprising.

“Ever made a set of restraints for recreational use?” she asks out of nowhere while Frydlona is preparing alumen.

One of the apprentices knocks over an entire tray of tools. There’s an awful crash, and the slow sound of an awl continuing to roll across the floor. Geva doesn’t blink, let alone turn. “Pick it all up,” she says. “Now. Frydlona?”

Frydlona puts her alembic aside. “I’ve never made a set of restraints for any use.”

“That’s going to change,” Geva says. “This commission is going to put your skills to good use, and it’s not something Fen-Yll wants advertised as theirs nor something I want to have to explain why I didn’t put the Fen-Yll name on. You’re more than competent to do it well and you don’t work for Fen-Yll. Now, what leather would you use?”

What a question. Frydlona tries to think—she’s heard about people tying each other up in bed (or out of it), in tavern chatter in Limsa where it sounded interesting and in novels where it mostly read like the people getting tied up weren’t having enough fun to make it worth the effort. None of that helps, and the roomful of apprentices and journeymen watching Geva’s test makes her reluctant to admit she has no idea. She’d hoped they were past this by now.

Geva is watching her, arms folded.

“What scale are they being made to?” Frydlona remembers to ask.

“Good. The client has requested they be scaled to fit a midlander Hyur.”

The leather will need to be flexible enough to make fairly narrow loops that will hold up to strain, then. Frydlona would have recommended gyuki at once if they were being made to fit a Lalafell, but she does have quite a few more options for a Hyur, even a midlander. “And the budget?”

Geva nods. “As you can imagine from anyone who didn’t just hope to commission Fen-Yll, but would have, finance is no object.”

Frydlona considers it, still unsure. Everyone else in the guild is still watching intently, probably glad Geva isn’t asking them. She doesn’t know, and she’s not willing to try to bluff. “It depends on what the client wants. Hippogryph leather would be an easy and practical option that doesn’t sacrifice raw quality. If the client is most concerned with how it looks, coeurl skins make leather with a striking pattern, or chimera hide takes dyes especially well even after curing. Gyuki leather from Othard is very supple.” The client might want something less yielding, though. “Most of the saurian leathers are tougher. I’d say procoptodon if they want that and they’d guarantee the material costs, pteinosaur or pterodactyl if they wouldn’t.”

“Excellent,” Geva says. There’s a surprised murmur from the apprentices, and even a few of the journeymen look impressed. “And what other materials?”

“It still depends on what the client wants,” Frydlona says, much more confident in her uncertainty now that she knows what Geva is doing. There probably is a commission, and it probably even is for restraints, but Geva is using it to teach the apprentices, knowing that the initial question would get their attention. She thinks about her gathering wristbands and the way they used to irritate her skin when her work gloves hit them wrong until she started lining them. “Some kind of padding, unless they want the leather to leave marks. Maybe a soft cloth like silk over something else, maybe fur. Rings if they’d like to attach the restraints to something else. Maybe they want some jewels worked into the design.”

“Perfect.”

All the journeymen look shocked now. One of the apprentices is gaping.

Geva turns back to them and says, “Who can tell me what—Hob, close your mouth before I decide you’re offering your tonsils for tanning—who can tell me what you’ve learned here?”

Another murmur. Finally one of the journeymen puts her hand up. “Keep the client’s needs in mind?”

“And budget,” the young man next to her says. “Master Leatherworker Merlgeimwyn mentioned that twice, one time even after you said they could afford Fen-Yll.”

Geva nods to them both.

“And the properties of the leather,” says another journeyman.

“That’s the client’s needs!” the young woman who’d answered first protests.

While they argue about that, Geva walks over to Frydlona’s workbench. “I have the commission information here,” she says. “Good thinking on those questions—they’re all answered in there.”

Frydlona had not wanted to have to guess. “Good.”

“There’s good money in this, you know. It’d be better with a name to recognize, but if you’re ever looking for the easiest way to make gil as a leatherworker…”

Frydlona shakes her head.

Geva raises an eyebrow. “Too good for it?”

“I don’t want to have to check my clients that carefully.” Frydlona looks down at the notes—wrist measurements, ankle measurements. Chain—she can make that herself, rather than ask the guild suppliers. Dark leather, not black; neutral padding dyed to match. Moderate flexibility, nothing out of the way. “I trust you did, but I wouldn’t want to have to trust a stranger means well with these.”

She’s not sure she’s ever seen Geva look that taken aback before. “I—did, but thank you. And don’t let this lot hear you say that!”

“Your secret is safe,” Frydlona says, and gets up to start sorting through samples.

She has made dildos before.

The first time had been when a stammering Brithael had practically shoved a pretty client at the nearest smith in his shop, who happened to be Frydlona. Q’zanza was one of the easier customers Frydlona had worked with, and her request was fairly straightforward. She had a clear idea of the dimensions she wanted, and a fairly simple shape in mind.

Steel was easy to work with, too. Frydlona had been able to work up a wax model to be sure Q’zanza was happy with the design before casting it. Wax and clay were easy to model; showing a client exactly what they’d get was always good. Q’zanza had paid at once and in full, and come back for more standard blacksmithing jobs.

The second time had also been more or less an accident, at least as far as it being Frydlona’s job went. Corgg had asked her to see what was up with a suspicious-acting Elezen in lancer’s armor loitering near the shop. When Frydlona had gone out to talk to him he’d stammered something about a sensitive commission.

“Beatin doesn’t bite, you know,” she’d said.

“I can’t listen to him talking about how someone has to be the wood!”

Once he’d explained the commission, she’d had to admit he had a point. It might be a little uncomfortable to think about the carpenter being that involved in the finished product.

Still, again, the dildo itself hadn’t been hard to make, and although Ursulin wasn’t as clear with his ideas as Q’zanza had been, she’d at least been able to work out what he wanted by showing him sketches and measurements. Wood wasn’t like wax—she had had to be absolutely sure of every shaving she carved off—but she’d picked out a nice mahogany with a lovely grain that didn’t catch on her knife, and it turned out nicely enough, especially once she lacquered it.

She was proud of it when she finished, and Ursulin had seemed pleased too. It had been harder than the first, but she’d had more experience crafting things to order since then too. Some of the conjurers’ canes that Beatin had had her make were much harder to get right.

This, though…

“I simply don’t have time for such frivolity,” Severian snaps.

He looks like he’s been sleeping, at least. Well, mostly sleeping. He doesn’t look like he’s gone so long without sleep that he’s been seeing things again, anyway, which is probably as good as it gets for Severian.

“But what do they want?” Frydlona looks around the guild in case anyone else wants to help, but as far as she can tell nobody is listening.

Severian makes an impatient gesture. “Glassware.”

They have definitely made glassware before. The room is full of glittering beakers, vials, retorts, bottles… “For…parties?” Frydlona tries. “Or cosmetics?” It can’t be that different making a perfume bottle than a bottle to hold a potion or salve, can it?

“Does it matter?”

“Well, it’s a commission.” Frydlona glances at his workbench, but there are so many papers there that she can’t hope to make sense of which one this is. The topmost sheet seems to be mostly sketches of plants. “So if you need someone to make it, and you want me to make it, I need to know what it is, or I can’t.”

Severian makes a disgusted noise. “I suppose. It’s a waste of your time when you could be working on serious projects, though. You’ll gain no useful skills from crafting a phallus, and it won’t benefit—”

Frydlona holds up a hand. “I’m sorry. You said glass?”

He did say glass. It doesn’t matter that the client’s specifications are detailed and clear, he absolutely did say glass. The thought that it might break is a fair bit terrifying to Frydlona, even though she knows it probably wouldn’t be her fault if it did. If it were, if there were a fault in the glass—

The client wants it shaped like a series of stacked spheres, which doesn’t make her less nervous. She’ll want to use a few fire shards as well as the lightning crystals, to give a steady heat that will help melt each of the spheres together, but…

She abandons another test project.

“You shouldn’t be wasting your time on this either,” Severian says from behind her. “I must have a more incompetent apprentice somewhere.” He’s looking down at the scattering of spheres across her workspace.

Frydlona can smash them down and re-melt them, of course, but it’s still…well, he’s right. It is a waste. “If there’s someone who can do this better, please. But if there isn’t…” She shrugs.

“This is hardly an urgent necessity. It’s a toy.”

She starts sweeping the glass spheres into the lined bag for clean glass waste. “People like to do things that make them feel good. For some people that’s food or music or wine, but you’re not saying we should shut down every tavern in Ul’dah. Some people travel, or play games, or get a baby animal, or watch a match at the Coliseum. Some people have sex. People can’t just… People need their frivolities.”

“You don’t,” Severian says.

Frydlona opens her mouth to reply. Stops. Tries again. “I…I don’t what?”

“Get distracted. You’re reliable, even with all the…” He gestures. “All of that fighting business you keep having to do. The wars. When I send you a request you fill it, you keep improving at your craft, and the realm still seems to be in one piece so you must be doing your part there as well.”

“I do things that make me feel good,” Frydlona protests.

Fray, who usually leaves Frydlona alone while she’s making things, says, “Do you?”

’Shut up,’ Frydlona tells her. She’s fairly sure she didn’t say it out loud; she’s not sure Severian would notice if she did.

The glass is still not fusing well enough for her to be satisfied. To Severian she adds, “I’m going to try this again with some aethersand and see if it sticks better.”

He looks thoughtful—just what she’d hoped by making it about her process instead of his commission. “Aethersand…that could be interesting. Try everbright first; the residual energies of the lava should serve as an additional binding force. Have you tried incorporating dark matter?”

She hasn’t, but now that he mentions it… “Good idea.”

It takes another few days’ work before she has something that meets the client’s specifications and that she thinks will hold, but by the time she does Severian is pleased with the glassworking techniques they’ve had to adapt. Everyone else is just pleased that the job is done.

“Adopt a kitten,” Fray says afterward, leaning against the wall in Frydlona’s room at the Quicksand and not helping her pack. “Go have sex. Come to the godsdamned beach. Something!”

“I have meetings.” Frydlona folds a pearly-white cape and packs it on top of the gleaming gold of one of her armored tabards. “Alliance things. Maybe after that.”

“It’s been ‘maybe after that’ since—”

“Maybe,” Frydlona says, spacing out each word, “after that.” She ties her bag firmly closed and goes to pay her bill.

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Soulmate au! Countdown - Harry Hook x Reader -oneshot

soulmate au idea sent in by Anonymous

Everyone in the world was born with a watch, not on their wrists or anywhere attached to them, just a simple watch that would appear when a new soul was born into the world. Doctors would blink, and suddenly, next to the new babe, was a watch.

A watch that had a set date of years, months, days, hours, minutes, and seconds until the new soul would meet their soulmate, the one destined to love them forever.

Some watches were simple ones, a simple leather band with a plain clock attached to go around their wrist. Some got more…exotic clocks, one person, whose soulmate was an astrologist, watch had planets instead of hands to tell the time.(luckily for the person, who didn’t know how to read the time by looking at planets, there was still a small digital timer in the middle just above the sun) some had intricately carved pocket watches, some had sundials.

Prince Ben’s watch had confused some people, being a pure gold and silver watch, rusted slightly (and unable to be buffed to perfection as so many tried) with a horned dragon decorating the top, the back engraved with thorned vines. It wasn’t till years later, as Ben locked eyes with Mal, the daughter of Maleficent, did the watches ticking stop (small A/N; Ben and Audrey don’t date since they know they aren’t meant to be already. Okay let's get back into it!)

Audrey’s watch hung off a silver necklace, the top cover being diamond-like glass that seemed to shine like magic. Her watch had stopped when she met Chad at only six months old, his rose gold wristwatch stopping at the same time.

Doug's watch, a gorgeous gold-plated pocket watch decorated with heart-shaped red rubies, had stopped when he first locked eyes with Evie, daughter of the Evil Queen, who for a small while had denied that her own watch had stopped ticking, and had only admitted it after she and her friends had proclaimed their decision to turn their backs on their parent's evil ways.

Most people your age had met their soulmate already, you knew some who had yet to meet theirs but mostly everyone had already been found.

Not that you personally knew that.

You hardly talked to anyone really, so how were you to know if someone had found their soulmate yet or not.

You were just a regular person in a school of the descendants of heroes and royalty, a loner at that. The only interesting about you was your watch.

It was a gorgeous gold watch with thin black paint under the gold curved detailing that looked like waves, surrounding the outer rim of the cover, with an anchor and a ship's steering wheel in the middle of the cover, the back was a carved compass, the entire thing connected to a strong bronze chain.

You admired it every day, excitement and anxiety running through you as every second passed. And those feelings were amplified recently.

The clock now read seven days, seven hours, eight minutes, and forty seconds. It was only that until you met your soulmate.

You only hoped they wouldn’t think you weren’t worth their time…as everyone else did.

Harry had been born with a pretty plain-looking pocket watch, smooth and silver metal protecting the gears.

You could imagine the surprise he felt when he finally opened it for the first time. The inner works of his watch were beautiful, the silver metal had turned to gold, curving details surrounded the hands and timer, a shining scale texture covered the inside of the cover, never leaving a residue on his finger when he traced it.

Many villain kids were told to never open their watches, being told that it was pointless to even look since they would never need their soulmate in the first place.

Some obeyed, some, like Harry, had gotten too curious and looked anyway, and some just looked because they could.

And Harry couldn't say he regretted looking, every day he grabbed his watch and popped it open, smiling as the ticking hands signified the ever-coming day of meeting his soulmate.

Like now, it read seven days, five hours, three minutes, and seven seconds. Coincidently, it matched the same day he would be going to Auradon prep, seven months after king Ben had invited the original four to Auradon.

His closest friend, Uma, had a plan to get the wand and do what the original four couldn’t. but Harry had another plan.

He wanted to meet his soulmate, he knew they couldn’t have been on the isle, he had met basically everyone on the isle, there was no other explanation than for his soulmate to be in Auradon.

He looked up from his watch to gaze at the bright lights of Auradon, his breath visible as he let out a sigh and leaned against the rails of the lost revenge. “you ready for next week?” he suppressed a flinch as Uma suddenly appeared next to him, joining him to look at Auradon.

“aye” he simply muttered back, clenching his pocket watch in his hand. He looked away slightly as Uma turned towards him, her brow quirked.

“…you want to find them, don’t you?” Uma asked, turning back to Auradon and resting her chin in her hand.

Harry stayed silent.

Uma reached out and squeezed Harry's shoulder “I won't stop you from doing that, I know our parents told us that soulmates are bullshit but I could give less of a fuck, if you decide not to go through with everything because of them, I’ll leave you two alone…” Harry sighed in slight relief and turned to Uma.

“even if it would ruin yer plans?” Harry asked softly, laughing as Uma grumbled a bit.

“yeah yeah…if you’re happy im happy” Harry tossed his arm over Uma’s shoulder and pulled her into his side, grinning as she quietly complained at the hug.

“Thank yeh Uma” he whispered, closing his eyes as Uma sighed against him and hugged him back.

“you’re my best friend Harry, I would do anything for you” Harry smiled against her hair, squeezing her shoulder a bit before letting her go as she started to bat at his chest “Alright alright that’s enough, come on we got night shit to do” Harry snorted and shook his head a bit, grabbing his hat from the milk crate next to him and flipping it on, whistling slightly as he followed Uma off the ship.

You looked up from your summer history essay as a group of girls rushed up to the window, giggling to themselves as they pointed out whatever it was they were talking about.

‘oh right’ you mentally sighed, closing your book and packing it away, knowing that the study hall you were in was going to be filled with the laughter of these girls for who knows how long ‘the new vks’

You spared a glance back at the girls, sighing wistfully to yourself as they smiled amongst each other.

What you would give to have friends like that, but you had always been closed in on yourself and always froze up when someone tried to talk to you, that you had never gotten the chance to make friends.

You shrugged your bag over your shoulder and walked out of the study hall “where to go now” you whispered to yourself, taking out your pocket watch and smiling slightly at it, rubbing your thumb against the wheel before popping it open.

Six hours, forty-five minutes, and seven seconds.

You would meet your soulmate today.

You closed the watch and held it against your chest, letting out a giggly sigh and walking towards the other end of the dorms to get to the other study hall so you would write your essay in peace.

Behind you, you heard king Ben talking, taking a glance back you saw a flash of a scarlet red coat pass by the entrance to the hallway you had just entered. You brushed it off and looked back in front of you.

One and a half hours, ten minutes, and forty seconds.

Harry stared anxiously at his watch, his foot tapping rapidly against the floor of his new room. “you know if you just sit and stare at that thing it's not going to go any faster” Gil offered, setting his new laptop down and sitting next to Harry, reaching out to close the watch.

Harry blinked back into reality, pouting at Gil slightly. Gil just gave him a look and pushed the watch towards Harry's chest “sitting in here won't help you find them either, go explore or something, you might find them easier” Harry huffed and grabbed his watch, sticking it in his pocket and walking out of the room “you’ll thank me later!”

You groaned a bit as you rolled your shoulders, you had finished your essay, along with a handful of other projects, and had decided you needed a break. So it was off to your “secret” spot near the dorms, it was well hidden by the forest and you had to cross a hanging bridge to get to it so hardly anyone knew about it.

You shrugged off your top and pants, kicking off your shoes and setting everything next to your towel and watch before diving in.

Underneath the water your body shimmered, your legs turning to a transitioning (f/c) and (f/c) tail with a strong fabric-like tail, scales the same color as your tail appeared next to your eyes and trailed down your cheeks, your shoulders being covered as well.

You let out a soft sigh as you swam through the clear water, trailing your fingers across the smooth rocks that lay at the bottom of the lake.

You picked up a particularly shiny clear and black one, swimming back up to the surface and examining it, humming to yourself as you waded through the water.

-There once was a ship that put to sea/ And the name of that ship was the Billy o' Tea/ The winds blew hard, her bow dipped down/ Blow my bully boys blow-

You started to sing one of your favorite sea shanties aloud, closing your eyes and letting yourself drift across the surface of the lake as your voice echoed around you.

- Soon may the Wellerman come/ To bring us sugar and tea and rum/ One day, when the tonguing' is done/ We'll take our leave and go-

Harry sighed quietly as he walked around the grounds of Auradon prep, tubbing his thumb against the smooth metal of his watch as the comforting -tick tock- of its gears rang in his ears.

He sighed again as he stopped in the middle of a pathway, running his hand through his messy hair. He pulled out the watch and quirked his brow.

three minutes, forty seconds.

Suddenly something caught his attention, he turned his head towards the forest, his lips separating as a lovely drifted towards him.

He started walking towards it, entering into the forest and pushing past the bushes that covered the main path. He quickly walked over the hanging bridge that led him directly to a sparkly crystal-clear lake.

And wading in the water of that lake was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen or heard.

- No line was cut, no whale was freed/ An' the captain's mind was not on greed/ But he belonged to the Whaleman's creed/ She took that ship in tow -

As he walked closer to the mermaid, he didn’t notice the timer on the watch tick down to the seconds.

3…2...1.

Suddenly the mermaid looked up from their rock and gasped, her glowing (e/c) eyes locking with his ocean blue.

The ticking stopped.

The mermaid squealed in embarrassment and ducked under the water, Harry quickly snapped out of his stupor and ran towards the edge of the lake, kneeling at it and looking around for the mermaid who had suddenly disappeared. “where did yeh go?” he whispered, yelping and falling back on his butt as the mermaid suddenly popped up in front of his face and tried to reach for her items behind Harry.

He watched her struggle to reach toward them before she groaned and flopped on the ground, her top half lying pitifully on the dry ground as her tail angrily hit the surface of the water.

Harry let out a soft chuckle and looked behind him, spotting a gold pocket watch resting just next to a (f/c) towel, he glanced back at the mermaid for a moment before reaching out for the watch and gently handing it to the mermaid.

She quickly popped it open and gasped.

Harry watched as the mermaid just stared at her watch, then slowly look up at him. He took out his watch and popped it open, stopping as he realized the clock had stopped.

00:00:00:00:00:00 blinked rapidly

Harry looked back at the mermaid and turned his watch towards her. She reached out slightly, looking at him for permission to take it.

He pushed it into her hand and she set it next to her watch, a smile growing on her face as the blinking of the timers synchronized perfectly. Only soulmate watches could sync perfectly as they did.

She looked back up at Harry with a wide grin, Harry's heart fluttering like crazy as she did.

“I found you” she whispered in the most melodic voice, squeaking a bit as Harry stood and started to strip out of his clothes “what are you doing?!” she yelled, pushing off the edge and diving down under the water a bit, only her eyes and the top of her head above the water.

“joinin’ yeh,” Harry responded simply, kicking off his shoes and pants and tossing them aside with his shirt, jacket, and belts.

Once he was down to just his underwear, he jumped into the water next to his soulmate, closing his eyes as he sank into the surprisingly deep lake.

Almost immediately after he jumped in, arms wrapped around his waist and kept him afloat. Harry cracked open his eyes to see the glowing ones of his soulmate, their pupils slanted as they stared back at him.

Harry let a smile grow on his lips as he and his soulmate floated under the water. Then Harry's body proceeded to realize he was underwater and that he needed air.

His soulmate watched him look up, realize what he was doing, and grabbed his face. Harry looked at them and let out a muffled squeak as she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his.

He snapped his eyes shut and felt his face burn with a blush as she licked his lips and opened his mouth, breathing into him.

She pulled back and giggled, which oddly wasn’t muffled. Harry opened one of his eyes and pouted slightly as his soulmate covered her mouth with one of her hands as she laughed at his expression.

He took a breath to say something, but then realized he was breathing underwater. He gave her a wide-eyed look and she giggled again.

“mermaid kisses can let the person breath and speak underwater” her voice purred, grabbing his hands and pulling him up to the surface. Harry shook his head, smirking as his soulmate squealed a bit as the water droplets hit her.

“I’m Harry” Harry spoke first, swimming slightly closer to his soulmate and pressing a soft kiss to her cheek “Harry Hook.”

“(y-y/n) (l/n)” she squeaked slightly, Harry smirking at the heat that burned against his lips as he pressed another kiss to her cheek.

“I think” he pulled back and pressed a kiss to her other cheek “you and I are going to get along very well~” he purred, grinning as (y/n) set her forehead against his.

“whys that?” she hummed, pushing her lips together as Harry tightly wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into him.

“a pirate and a mermaid? What's a better match than tha’?”

-end-

Short but sweet, might do another one of the suggestions! Thanks for reading!

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Sweater Weather

part xvii

A/N:

Hey team!

I just want to pop in before the chapter to say a HUGE thank you to those who sent me letters!

Thanks to Hannah for your letter and O’Knutzy necklace! It’s AMAZING.

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With SW ending soon (at least this fic, but this universe will never be over for me!) it is so incredibly lovely to hear what it means to you all. I feel so luck every single day that you guys love this team as much as I do. You thank me for this story, but I think the best part of fiction is that it expands and evolves differently in each mind it touches. Tumblr is such a freakin gift because I get a little glimpse into how you all think about these characters. So, I’m saying thank you to YOU. It’s truly a privilege to hear from you all. <3

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Okay my mushy rant is done. Here’s chapter seventeen :)

Remus forgot his own birthday.

Lily had to remind him, bringing out a cake while he and Sirius had spent the day playing with baby Harry. Harry Potter. Harry James Potter.

The team adored him. Remus would never forget the sight of an entire team of hockey players, fresh off a plane, and crammed into a hospital room to peer at the small head of dark hair in Lily’s arms.

Minus one. Minus two, if what Sirius said was true, and Remus was part of the team. Remus had looked at the picture that Pascal had sent him from beside a sleeping Sirius and a heart monitor.

He had looked at the picture, and then at Sirius, and the relief doubled.

Four broken ribs. Bad, but it could have been worse. So much worse. A few days in Vegas to be monitored, just in case. Then, home.

Home for Remus’ birthday, home and in pain, but smiling none-the-less. Harry was a welcomed distraction from it all—the press, the hurt, the uncertainty. Lily seemed to know this without it needing to be said. Remus had told her she had enough going on without worrying about a cake, but Lily had just waved him off and cut them all large slices of the chocolate fluff.

Sirius, meanwhile, had somehow slipped a simple golden necklace around Harry’s neck, and when Remus looked down next, there it had been. A shining gold star pendant. The message had been clear. Sirius’ name-sake and Sirius himself—something to make a wish on.

Remus took a weeks off of work, all that he could.

Road-trips were a blur. Practices were anxious. The team was anxious.

March 27th.

Eight weeks. Sirius had been out for eight weeks. Resting, and stuck in his big house. Remus never thought he would be so thankful for Regulus.

“I’d rather be here than Slytherin any day, even though he whines like a baby when you’re gone.”

“Non,” Sirius would protest.

Regulus would raise an eyebrow. “Yeah.”

Remus would sneak into Sirius’ bedroom whenever he got home late, press one, two, three, four gentle kisses across his chest, and take his place on the other side of the pillow, carefully placed so that Sirius didn’t roll over during the night.

Sirius whined a good deal about that, too. And getting back on the ice.

“I just…I want to be back in case we make it to…” the playoffs.

The team was close. So close.

Sirius had only recently been allowed to come to the rink, suit and all, for home games to sit in the team box. It was strange, looking up from the bench at the jumbotron and seeing the image of Sirius there, standing with his arms crossed, sometimes with a beanie on, making his eyes look intense as he focused on the game in front of him. He was completely unreadable—to everyone but Remus. Remus could tell when he was happy with the team’s playing, when he was annoyed at their opponents. The internet was crawling with gifs of Sirius’ stormy eyes. Remus had more than a few saved, and they frequented the team group chat.

Remus looked up now, but all the jumbotron was showing was James, who had been taking lead in Sirius’ absence, talking quickly to Finn. Remus could see his own legs in the background.

The Stars were up 4-1, and there was ten minutes left in the second period. If they won this game, and they won the next game, they were in. And Sirius would be back the week after that—hopefully in time for the first playoff game, and not for an all-too-long summer vacation. Although, honestly, right then, Remus thought Sirius deserved either one. A chance at the Cup, or a break, a chance to rest up. To be together.

Leo was in net, Kasey resting up his thigh that continuously bothered him. Leo was skating a slow circle after the Stars scored yet another goal, tracing the blue crease with his stick. Remus could practically feel his furious calm.

“Big Rig may experience different weather up there, but he sure as hell has more gravity. Tremzy,” James knocked his helmet with his glove. “Don’t let him catch you, eh?”

“We gotta come back from this shit,” Finn said as he followed Logan over the boards. “For Leo. Leaving him out to dry out there. No.”

“For Cap,” Thomas said, coming back over the boards and breathing hard.

“Gotta put my baby in that silver crib!” James followed his wingers, a center for now.

“Cookie, Bluey, Ringer, be ready,” Coach called. “You’re on deck.”

“The oven is hot tonight,” Elias Cook said, pouring water over his neck.

“Stop saying that,” Kasey shook his head. “Jesus.”

“He can’t help the heat, Baby Bliz,” Thomas said.

Kasey just shook his head and looked back to the game.

Remus leaned in over Thomas’ shoulder. “That was a hit, Talkie, you good?”

“I’m hot,” Thomas said around his mouthguard.

Remus snorted, patting his shoulder pad. “You sure are.”

James lined up for the face off, Finn and Logan jostling against Benn and Perry. Logan dug his skates in when the ref dropped the puck and James whipped it back to him. Logan darted forward into the Stars’ zone, tailed closely.

“C’mon, Tremz,” Remus murmured.

Logan shot the puck off to Finn who got battered against the boards almost immediately by Benn, but got it smoothly to Olli, who sent it sailing back towards the Stars’ net. James was there behind the crease, Khudobin pushed out the wrong way—

James curled it in from behind and the Gryffindor goal horn blared.

“Fuck!” Thomas rose to his feet, knocking his stick against the boards. “Atta boy, baby-daddy!”

4-2 until the buzzer sounded and they were heading back down the tunnel. Remus glanced up at the screen one more time, and only just caught Sirius, smile plastered on as he was shown shaking the hands of a few older men. Remus suppressed a smile, and followed the team off of the ice for second intermission.

The locker room was subdued, and Sirius came in while Remus was crouched by Logan, taping up a jammed finger. He walked up to Coach first, leaning his elbows on the podium where he controlled the projector. Remus watched as he pointed to a few of the plays drawn up on the whiteboard, Coach nodding along.

“I can do this,” Logan said. “Leave with your moon eyes.”

Remus rolled his eyes, but tore off the tape and rose. “You’re all set. Try and keep it safe during third.”

“Oui,” Logan said, already sliding his headphones back on. Finn rose to get a fresh jersey, brushing a palm over the back of Logan’s neck on his way. Logan’s eyes followed him as he went to Leo next, who was sitting with his elbows on his knees in his stall, head down and airpods in. Finn squeezed himself in beside him and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. He leaned in to press a few kisses to his neck, murmuring soft words. Leo closed his eyes and pressed into him.

“Hey.”

Remus turned away from the two to meet Sirius’ eyes. He was smiling, a good break from the grimace Remus had become used to.

“Hi,” Remus said and pressed a hand over the familiar bandage, thick beneath Sirius’ suit and shirt. “Feeling okay?”

“I’m good,” Sirius leaned down, right in the locker room, and kissed him. His mouth was gentle, leisurely. “I feel good.”

Remus smiled into it, and took his hand. “Good. Come on.”

Sirius followed him, hand in Remus’, into the training office.

“Ten minutes until show time,” Remus said in the dim space and wrapped his arms around Sirius’ neck. “Are you really feeling okay? Been on your feet for a while, I’ve been watching.”

“Loops, I come back soon. I’m healed, I’ve started light exercise. It’s just a matter of insurance.” Sirius leaned into him, lips brushing his. “You seemed to think I was fine last night.”

Remus grinned. “Yeah, I definitely think you were fine last night.”

Sirius smiled, but then his expression turned more grave. He bit his lip, and ran his hands up and down Remus’ sides a few times, almost as if to comfort himself. “Fuck, I want this for the team so bad.”

Remus nodded. This was a conversation they had been having more often than not. “I know. And they know. You want it for them, but baby, they want it for you. They’re out there doing their fucking hardest for you. I don’t think you should start preparing for the worst. Not yet. Hockey’s a fast game.”

“We’re just—we’re so close. And fucking Grayback and…and if we win this game, we just have to beat Vegas again and we’re in. And I won’t get to fucking be out there because of fucking Grayback. And he’s not even suspended anymore—”

Remus kissed him, and Sirius mumbled for a moment into it before relaxing.

“Two games,” Remus said. “Home. Then Vegas. We beat Grayback, take a chance at the cup away from him. That’s the best we can do.”

Sirius looked at him for a long moment. “How are you so okay with all of this?”

“What’s the alternative? Obsessing over him? He’s not worth it. At all.”

They looked up at the sound of the team noisily making their way back down the tunnel, shouts and whistles, trying to psych themselves up for a come back.

“Third,” Remus said, then tucked his fingers into Sirius’ hair and kissed him again. “You’re competitive. I love you for it. But, baby, you’ve already beaten him. You beat him a long time ago.”

Remus kissed Sirius’ slowly smiling mouth again and again before rushing out the door.

Sirius made his way back up to the box. He watched the other members’ eyes follow him as he slipped back into the private room. There was an absurd array of food and drinks on a table, designed to impress members and investors. Sushi rolls and miniature hot dogs, popcorn in Lions colored cardboard boxes. Red-frosted cupcakes and lion head cake-pops. Sirius took a cupcake. He’d already beaten Grayback. Remus had just kissed him. His ribs had healed well. It all called for a cupcake.

“Really letting yourself off, eh?”

Sirius looked up at a man. He was wearing a white collared shirt under one of Sirius’ jerseys. Obviously a fan, obviously nervous, obviously important given the way one of the managers was looking at him talking to Sirius.

“No,” Sirius said plainly. “I’m having a cupcake.”

There were laughs from around him, as if Sirius was the funniest guy in the room. Sirius didn’t feel funny. This guy was making him miss puck drop.

The man held out his hand. “I’m Mike. Real doozy you slapped the world with.”

Sirius took it tightly, cupcake in his other hand. “I wasn’t aware that I did the slapping.”

“Probably broke a lot of hearts though.”

Sirius looked at Mike the way he looked at opponents on the ice. He watched him blink, watched his body language change.

“I was thinking about my own heart. Désloé, how do we know each other again?”

“Oh. Well—”

“Right,” Sirius nodded. “Enjoy the game.”

Sirius walked towards the box’s edge, unwrapping his cupcake. He could see the entire stadium from up here, the teaming mass of red and gold, the team readying themselves on the ice. A tiny glimpse of Remus on the bench. Coach was gesturing and talking. He watched his own face on the jumbotron as he took a bite of the dessert. He found the camera and flashed it a thumbs up, waving his arms upwards and listening to the crowd’s cheers roar in time with his hands. He caught glimpses of rainbow flags in the crowd, signs with number twelve decked out in the colors. It was a nice contrast to the signs that Sirius saw on his way into the stadium. Defaced number twelve jerseys, slurs, people jeering at his window as he drove through security. Interesting, to see who was inside, and who was not.

The puck dropped and James won it. James who, despite them being down, was hot tonight. No doubt riding the adrenaline of Harry and Lily at home, of being named temporary captain, of being so close to what they all dreamed of.

Sirius couldn’t think it, not even in his head.

The puck seemed to be frozen in the central zone, both teams battling too hard. A stalemate in aggressive trench warfare. Back and forth, back and forth with no progress. Sirius crumpled the cupcake wrapping between his fists and cupped them together, shoulders tense.

“Allez…” he whispered to himself.

The camera was on him again, and he looked stony even to himself. He raised his eyes to it and pointed a finger down at the game. Show that, he mouthed.

The Lions goal horn blared. Logan had scored.

Sirius knew the camera caught his reaction on camera. He put his fists up, relief bubbling out of him in a shout.

“Allez, Tremzy!”

The crowd was going wild. Finn slammed Logan into the boards in celebration and the jumbotron replayed the beautiful tip-in. 4-3. Things weren’t so impossible anymore.

Sirius squeezed the wrapper in-between his hands again and set his elbows on the ledge.

“Play Kuny, play Kuny…” Sirius muttered under his breath. He would match Oleksiak. Sure enough, Coach sent Kuny’s line over the boards a second later. Nado and Evan Kane followed him, Fox and Sunqvist on defense.

“No power plays,” Sirius prayed. “Come on, Nado, no stupid penalties.”

“Do you always talk to yourself in French while playing?”

Sirius stiffened. Mike was back.

“Non, parfois je parle en russe.”

Mike blinked. “What?”

“Laisse-moi tranquille, homme intrusif,” Sirius grinned sharply. “I said only sometimes. Usually on the bench.”

That seemed to make Mike happy. “Hey, you’re really superstitious, right?”

“Yes.”

“Like what?”

Like being alone in the team box, Sirius thought bitterly. Like getting a blowjob from my boyfriend before a game, you know, that doozy I slapped the world with?

“There’s a lot of them,” Sirius said. “If you’ll excuse me, I really have to watch this.”

Mike nodded quickly. “Oh, of course, of course.”

Sirius shifted away a little when he didn’t move, tried to focus on the ice. The puck had dropped and it was on Evgeni’s stick. He was carrying it quickly up the ice, seeming to cut through the players with his broad shoulders. Sirius imagined he could hear his deep voice, calling for Nado to look alive. The pass connected, but Seguin tapped it out of Nado’s hands from behind and sent it up the ice quickly to Benn.

“Merde,” Sirius said. The Lions were changing and then it was Pascal’s line with Elias and Brady, Olli and Timmy on defense. Benn managed to get around Olli, and then—

Leo was pushing far out of the crease and aggressively jabbed the puck right from Benn’s stick and onto Pascal’s waiting one. Leo slid back into the crease like a water snake. The stadium was chaos.

Knutty, Knutty, Knutty, was the chant. It filled the air itself. The jumbotron showed the bench briefly, Logan and Finn and Thomas grinning up at the stands. Pascal still had the puck.

His solid form darted up a clear channel, catching the Stars in a slow shift change. He was in front of the goal, Sirius squeezed the wrapper between his palms. Pascal faked by lifting his left leg, Khudobin went for it, and Pascal slid it right between his pads, neat and tidy.

They tied the game. They tied up the game. Sirius pushed back from the railing with a long breath as a TV break began. The Lions ice crew came out to some pop song and began their sweep. Sirius looked down at his bench and yearned to be with them. He rubbed his hand absentmindedly over his ribs. They were healed. He had a few more sessions with Remus left and then he would be back. He would be back.

He thought of the hit.

He hadn’t known what was wrong. There had been no air in his lungs. But Remus had been his first thought. He knew who hit him, he had seen his face before he hit the ice.

Remus.

This would hurt Remus.

“Wait, has a what?”

His own voice over the jumbotron drew him out of his thoughts. It was a pre-recorded interview, one of the fluff ones that they played for fun to entertain the crowd.

Marlene’s voice from off screen repeated the question. “Which one of your teammates has a life-sized Stormtrooper, R2-D2 and C-3PO action figure in their apartment?”

They showed his own face again, laughing and thinking. “Oh. Um.”

It switched to James, arms crossed and actually thinking about it. He pushed his glasses up his nose and laughed. “I don’t know, Finn and Leo? That seems like a weird Harzy thing.”

It cut to Finn. “That’s not weird. I wish it was me. I’ll convince Nut, don’t you worry.”

Pascal looked unimpressed, sitting easily in the chair. “There is only one person this could be, and that person spent the first two months of his time in the U.S. with only the phrases, You’re my only hope, and I’m your father, to his vocabulary. Oh, and the word no.”

Sunny was laughing. “I know exactly who this is.”

Nado looked pained. “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve seen Star Wars now? Do you have any idea?”

Finally, the screen cut to Evgeni, smiling, tongue jokingly between his teeth. “Good for English, you know?” He held up his hands. “I am Force.”

The video ended with a swoop of the Lions’ logo, and even Sirius could help but smile. There was eight minutes left in the period.

Eight minutes to pull ahead.

They would do it.

The Stars had called a time out, and so James, Logan, and Finn were milling around the ice together, keeping their muscles warm. Leo was looping around the goal.

They were ready.

Seguin faced off against James, both of them leaning forward.

Seguin won it.

There was a fleury when James was pinned to the boards by Oleksiak, but Logan was there to steal the puck from beneath his feet.

The clock had dwindled down to four minutes when a whistle blew with a slashing penalty on the Stars. Pascal and Thomas joined James on the ice for the power play unit.

Sirius could feel the energetic restlessness of the crowd. They all knew what this could mean. Sirius let out a shaky breath and looked at the wrapper in his hands. He thought of Remus. Remus, and his long list of superstitions. But what pulled him through had been himself. Sirius held it anyway, but he held his Lions closer.

They were ready.

They set themselves up in a triangle, a tic-tac-toe, in front of the Stars’ goal. The sent it to each other quickly, boxing the defensemen in. Finally, James got it to Evgeni, who slapped it with a one timer and—

The goal horn. 00:24 seconds remaining.

The crowd was already singing with victory. The Stars tried for one last push, but Leo snatched the puck right out of the air with his glove.

00:03.

Done.

Sirius pushed his hands through his hair in relief. “Merde.”

Sirius was out of the box before anyone could even think about congratulating him, jogging down the private staircase and towards the locker room. He made it to the player’s hallway before he was stopped by a smiling Alice.

“I know, I know,” she said. “Can we just get a few questions in?” She gestured over to where Marlene was standing with a microphone, talking to a dark haired girl holding a camera. Alice raised an eyebrow. “It’s only Marlene.”

Sirius rolled his eyes. “Sure.”

Alice patted his arm. “Congrats, by the way.”

“Thanks,” Sirius said and shoved his hands into his pockets while looking at Marlene expectantly.

“Okay, McKinnon, let’s go.”

Marlene scoffed. “Nice to see you, too. Hi Cap, how are you? Ribs, mind, in general.”

Sirius relaxed a little. If he had to do interviews, he preferred Marlene above all else. “I’m healing well. Ready to get back on the ice.”

Marlene narrowed her eyes at his short response and he smiled. That made her smile. Those were rare for the press, and she had just caught one.

“Any thoughts you want to share about how the majority of the world is responding to you lately? By my calculations, you’re quite the icon and inspiration—not that you weren’t before of course.”

Sirius laughed a little. “Oh yeah? Um,” he cleared his throat. When he looked up he could see Remus down the hall a little ways. He was talking to Kasey who was still fully dressed. Remus looked beautiful and strong and…And Sirius just… He hated questions like this but he just—

“Someone is always going to find something wrong with you,” Sirius said. “With what you say. With what you do. My job is not to please, you know? My job is to play hockey, sure, but, really, my job is to be the person I want to be, do the things I believe are right, do the things I love. With the people I choose to love. I think that’s everyone’s job,” Sirius found Remus beyond the cameras again, along with everything he had ever wanted. He looked back to Marlene. “That took me a long time to learn. They say, have a thick skin and an open heart. Before, all I had was a thick skin. Now, I’ve found someone who can help me have both. I didn’t even realize how much I needed that.”

“And that was an interview with a surprisingly heartfelt Captain Sirius Black,” Lee Jordan broke off in a laugh. “Earlier this game we also got to see him telling the cameras, show the game, show the game. Pointing down at the ice. Outstanding. That’s a layer of the Captain that I don’t think we see very often. From what I hear, the dude’s funny, though, Dean. Now, let’s take a look at the Lions’ top scorers. With the Captain out, that would be Logan Tremblay, James Potter, and, that’s right, one of the oldest in the league, Pascal Dumais…”

“What is that?” Remus said, appearing in front of Sirius where he was waiting in the PT room and drawing his attention away from the television. Remus peered at his hands.

“Oh,” Sirius felt himself flush as he looked down at the cupcake wrapper, more like a tiny ball of oily paper now. “I was holding this when Logan scored, so…”

Remus laughed. “So, you had to hold it the entire period. And now it’s practically falling apart. You’re not keeping that.”

“But it—” Remus grinned as Sirius surrendered the wrapper. “Fine.”

“Hey,” Remus said, and Sirius looked up. Remus was flushed from the game, eyes bright with the win. He leaned up and kissed him hotly, then softly. Sirius had to blink a few times when he pulled away.

“You always had an open heart,” Remus said. “That’s obvious to anyone who knows you. Who loves you.”

Sirius smiled. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Someone cleared their throat. “Sorry…”

They looked up to see Kasey, now in just some basketball shorts. “Hi.”

“Hey, Bliz, I’m ready for you,” Remus said, then looked up at Sirius. “I can get the subway back if you wanna go home to Regulus.”

“Non, non, I’ll wait,” Sirius said, and bumped fists with Kasey on his way out.

Remus smiled after him for a moment, then at Kasey. “So, thigh?”

Kasey nodded, eyes shifting downward, then back to Remus again. “Yeah.”

Remus paused, brows drawing together. “Kasey, are you—”

“Hey, Kase?” Natalie appeared in the doorway. She had her long blonde hair drawn back in two dutch braids and a Blizzard jersey on over a gray sweatshirt with the hood spilling out. Her smile wasn’t as bright as usual.

“Hi, Remus,” she said. “Baby, I’m gonna go say hi to Marlene. Just text me when you’re all set okay?”

“Hi, Nat,” Remus said slowly.

Kasey nodded, accepting a kiss on the cheek. “Okay.”

He hopped up on the table and lay on his back while Remus got ready.

“Just the thigh that’s bothering you?” Remus said carefully. He pushed Kasey’s shorts up his thigh to get at the tense muscle and carefully began kneading the muscles. The post-game played softly on the television while Remus waited for Kasey to speak.

“Will it always be like this, Loops?” Kasey asked quietly after a few moments.

Remus looked up at where Kasey was reclining on the padded table with his fingers across his chest. Remus, if he was being honest with himself, had been waiting to have this conversation with Kasey for a while.

Kasey looked back at him. “It acts up more often than not. I can’t play if I can go down, I…I can’t—”

“I know,” Remus said softly. “I know, Kase. Look.” Remus moved down to his knee, smoothing the muscle firmly. “This injury…it’s a tough one. It takes a long time to heal. It takes time and endurance. So, my answer is no. It won’t always be like this. It just takes time.”

“What if I don’t have time?” Kasey’s voice was even quieter. “I’m a goalie. Sometimes we have less—”

“Kase,” Remus looked at him. “You’re twenty six years old. You do.”

Kasey groaned as Remus pressed his knee out to the side, loosening the muscle slowly. “Fuck.”

“We’ll do some strength training next practice, okay? We’ll make a schedule, I’ll work with you. And we have a day off tomorrow. I’ll send you some videos to do at home if you want, or you can rest.” Remus smiled a little. “Or Natalie can help you stretch.”

Kasey smiled and it seemed easier. “When you say stretch…”

Remus laughed. “That’s the point. Look, you will heal, but you also have to enjoy the rest of your life. Hockey’s everything, and not everything at the same time. I’m gonna give you some salve, okay? And then you’ll be good for the night. Rest.”

Kasey nodded. “How’s Cap doing?”

“He’s okay,” Remus said, warming up the muscle salve between his palms. “Wants to be out there with you guys.”

“We want him there,” Kasey sat up on his elbows and watched Remus’s hands. “What about baby Black?”

Remus snorted. “Good. I mean, happy he’s here. The whole Snake runaway thing is sort of up in the air. The Snakes have their lawyers on his ass about his contract, and Minnie thinks he might have to go public with some pretty horrific stories to prove that they breached it.”

“Horrific stories…”

Their eyes met somberly. “I know.”

“Jesus,” Kasey sighed as he sat up. He pushed his hair out of his face and looked down at his leg. “That feels better. I…I feel better.”

“Good. Try and stay off it as much as you can, okay? Nat loves you to death, don’t tell me she won’t get you what you need.”

“Oh, she will,” Kasey smiled and eased himself carefully off the table. “Thanks, Loops.”

“Bliz,” Remus said, and Kasey turned to look back. “You have time and life and everything else. Really.”

Kasey nodded. He smiled a serious sort of smile. “You’re right. I get in my head.”

“You’re a goalie. That’s part of the job.”

Kasey laughed, flipped him off, and closed the door behind him.

Sirius was waiting for him on one of the couches in the player’s lounge, eyes closed and beanie on his head. His shoulders looked broad in his dark winter coat and suit.

“Hi, handsome,” Remus said, leaning over Sirius with his hands resting against the back of the couch on either side of his head.

Sirius’ eyes opened and he smiled. “Salut.”

“Ready to go home?”

“Regulus says he’s out with Leo. Day off and all that,” Sirius tilted his chin up, silently asking. “House to ourselves.”

Remus pushed himself back upright. “Let’s go.”

“I’m glad Regulus had Leo,” Remus said as he stood in Sirius’ massive but mostly empty closet. He picked out one of Sirius’ t-shirts and sweatpants and pulled them on. “They’re both eighteen and both have a lot of pressure to deal with, even if it’s, you know, different pressure. It’s nice.”

“Yeah, I’m happy,” Sirius said as he came back into the bedroom from the bathroom. His torso looked lean in his his sweatpants, the bruising finally faded. "And thankful to Leo. He didn’t have to reach out, you know?” Sirius collapsed onto the bed with a smile, bouncing a little. “Now, let’s stop talking about my brother.”

“Nope, no bed yet. Come on.”

“Loops.”

“You want to play next week, you do this with me now. Let’s go.”

Sirius let Remus wrangle him downstairs and into the gym. Sirius put on some music and then Remus lay him out in just his sweatpants on a soft mat and led him through the breathing exercises and some of the light core work that was on his recovery plan. Sirius kept his eyes on Remus the entire time, the two of them laughing as his hands wandered to Remus’ hips. Remus had to admit that, now that Sirius wasn’t in pain, watching him spread out on the mat like this got him. His softly moving chest, his hard muscles, the shadowed curl of his hair on his temples. He let it get him, there in the privacy of Sirius’ basement. Sirius noticed.

He smiled the next time he raised up in a crunch, abs working, hands behind his head. “Maybe I could use some incentive.”

Remus raised an eyebrow from where he was by Sirius’ bent knees. “Oh?”

Sirius pushed up and held there until Remus bent so he could kiss Remus lightly, then lowered back down.

The next time he came up, he brought Remus down with him. He parted his knees so Remus could settle between them. Sirius’ chest was warm from the exercise, his heartbeat even. Remus sighed into his kisses.

“We should go easy, we have the party at Pascal’s tomorrow—”

“I’m perfect,” Sirius said, and rolled them gently so that Remus was on his back now, Sirius hovering over him. “I feel perfect. I want you so bad.”

It had been a bit of a challenge. They’d been on strict no-sex orders, given to them rather sheepishly by Sirius’ doctor while he was still in the hospital. It had been a lot of Remus trying to sneak a quick jack-off in the shower, trying not to make things harder on Sirius, only to come out of the shower to a glowering, turned-on boyfriend.

Getting the all clear had been spine-melting, and it had sort of been that way ever since. Still, sex was few and far in between. Regulus was in the house more often than not, and even if it was a big house, Remus didn’t think it was the best idea to invite him to stay only to sneak off to Sirius’ bedroom.

Regulus had received the message quickly though, and told them clearly enough when he would be out for a while.

Remus shuttered when Sirius’ hardening cock dragged across his own.

“Fuck, are we really doing this in the gym?” Remus panted out a laugh. He was already so turned on that it ached. His dick pressed insistently against the band of his sweatpants, and when Sirius next dragged his hips down, the loose fabric pulled away to expose the shiny head of his cock. Remus moaned. “Sirius, fuck…fuck, I—”

“No lube,” Sirius said. “Shit, I…”

Remus just pushed Sirius’ sweatpants down over his ass, making his cock fall free, bobbing and stiff, and tugged his own sweatpants down until his hips and thighs were exposed. Remus pushed their hips together, mouth open. It was plenty wet, Sirius cock already beginning to shine at the head.

Sirius fucked his hips forward steadily against Remus, the friction making him squeeze his eyes shut. Remus felt Sirius’ lips against his neck, and wrapped his arms around him. He felt sort of frantic with it, lazily happy with how much he loved this.

“Love you,” he murmured as Sirius pushed forward with a well-aimed thrust. “Fuck, baby, yeah…”

“Not bad for a core workout,” Sirius said into his skin.

Remus laughed, even as pleasure sparked at the edges of his vision. His cock felt heavy and sensitive against his stomach.

“Don’t overdo it,” Remus said. “Here.”

Remus pushed at Sirius’ shoulders until Sirius groaned and rolled onto his back.

“I’m fi—”

His complaints died on his tongue when Remus pressed up all along his side, cock trapped between them, and wrapped a hand around Sirius. He kept his strokes even and tight, running his fingers down over his full balls, the vein on the underside. Sirius was hot in his hand, precome thin and leaking over the back of Remus’ hand. Remus kissed Sirius, tongue sliding into his mouth, and more heat trickled over his fingers. Remus felt like he could come just like that. It was almost—surreal. He was so turned on, especially for not even having done that much. He had just been taking Sirius through his exercises one moment, and then Sirius had taken him between his thighs and he was done for.

“Re, let me,” Sirius breathed, and his fingers found his own cock for a moment before wrapping around Remus’ shoulders to reach behind him, rubbing over the swell of his ass.

Heat pooled in Remus stomach and made his hand stutter, gripping Sirius tighter. “Fuck, yes…”

Sirius’ fingers were soft and slow as they worked their way inside of Remus. It was a little dry, but Remus let his temple pitch forward onto Sirius’ chest as Sirius fingered him. He stroked Sirius slowly, dazed by the contrast between his own pale fingers and the darker, flushed skin of him. He wished he could see Sirius’ hand.

“There,” Remus gasped suddenly. “Ah—”

Sirius pressed him in gentle, slow strokes. It was different, being touched there and not his cock. Remus pushed into the feeling, his cock trapped and still between them. It wasn’t enough to do much except let Sirius’ fingers build a painfully slow pressure inside him. His eyes were lidded as he stroked Sirius’ cock until it was rock hard in his palm. He threw a leg over Sirius’ thighs so that Sirius could push into him deeper, finger curving against his prostate.

Remus just moaned.

“I’m gonna come soon, mon loup,” Sirius panted, hips straining up once, twice. “Loops—”

Remus sped up his hand, swiping his thumb over the swollen head, and then Sirius’ hips jerked. Come dripped lazily over Remus’ fingers, more and more of it, in thick white pulses. Remus’ dick throbbed at the sight, at Sirius’ fingers, tense from his orgasm, pressing hard inside of him. He squeezed his eyes shut, then opened them, gasping. His hand had stilled against the base of Sirius’ cock, and he could feel him pulsing there, cock throbbing through his orgasm. Sirius’ head had fallen back against the mat, his chest rising and falling quickly beneath Remus’ chest. It was a mess on his hips and Remus’ fingers.

“Fuck. Oh—” Sirius moaned as Remus started stroking him again. His cock strained valiantly, but it was spent and softening. “C’mere, Loops, fuck.”

Sirius turned into Remus, fingers twisting inside of him. It gave him a better angle, and when he moved next, he doubled down.

Remus could only hold onto his shoulders, pliant against the mat.

“Can you come like this, sweetheart?” Sirius said gently. “Just on my fingers?”

Remus already felt like he was coming. There was sweat on his temples and chest, and he felt Sirius’ kiss the salt away. His cock was taught against his stomach, an angry red now. Sirius stroked inside of him evenly, but in quicker time. Remus didn’t even have time to catch one breath before the next was stolen.

“I’m coming—” Remus said, but he knew he wasn’t. Not yet. But he was sure he was. He groaned and Sirius kissed his exposed throat, his back arched up, pressing down on him.

“C’mon, baby,” Sirius said. “Fuck, look at you.”

“I’m coming,” Remus said again, voice breaking, and the calloused pad of Sirius’ finger pressed against him hard, and then he really was. It tore out of him forever, spilling against Sirius’ tan skin. Sirius cradled Remus against him, saying soft things in French until Remus could open his eyes again. Sirius took Remus’ dick gently in his hand, easing a last shiver of pleasure from him. Remus smiled a little deliriously and curled closer to his warmth.

“Bath?” Sirius whispered.

“We gotta clean this,” Remus laughed. “Fuck, I feel like my brain is gone.”

“I’ll clean,” Sirius said, and tilted Remus’ head up for a kiss. “Go get the hot water going.”

That sounded fine to Remus.

Lily opened the door to Pascal’s house with Harry cradled in her arms.

“Sirius fucking Black I swear to god you triggered my labor.”

“You say that to me every time you see me.”

She stepped aside. “And will continue to do so.”

Remus stepped through the door first and took Harry from her, holding him close so that Sirius could press a kiss to one of his chubby cheeks. He wasn’t heavy, but Sirius wasn’t suppose to lift very much. Harry smiled at him and Remus watched as Sirius smiled back, murmuring in French.

“Where’s Regulus?” Lily asked.

Sirius shrugged, still making faces at Harry.

“Out with Leo,” Finn’s voice suddenly said. He was sitting on the couch with Logan tucked up against his side. “Yeah, uh-huh, Leo’s replacing us with your brother.”

Logan rolled his eyes. “That’s not true.”

Finn raised his eyebrows, as if to say he wasn’t so sure about that. Logan nudged his jaw with his nose until he pressed a light kiss to his lips. Remus smiled.

He could see the long road that was behind them and the long road ahead at the same time. It was better that way.

Most of the team was there. The living room had a huge banner that read Congratulations Logan! and beneath it a smaller one: for finally moving out of my basement!

Sirius laughed hard. “I didn’t get one of these!”

Pascal shook his head from where he was playing cards with Sergei. “I knew you would leave eventually. This one, I wasn’t so sure.”

“Hey,” Logan groaned.

Remus laughed and snapped a picture of Sirius in front of it.

“Can I have that for my instagram?” James asked.

“Baby, too much instagram, okay, I love you so much, but…” Lily winced.

“But I have a baby now,” James stood to Remus’ other side, and then Remus had two fully grown hockey players making baby talk surrounding him. “That’s what instagram’s for. Isn’t it, my little lion?”

Harry laughed delightedly at his father.

Kasey and Natalie were sitting on the couch beside Logan and Finn. Natalie had Kasey sitting between her legs on the floor, fingers running through his hair as she talked to them. Kasey seemed to be talking very seriously about something with Katie, who seemed to be wearing three princess dresses at the same time. She was sitting in his lap and he was nodding along, responding whenever she waited for him to.

Remus handed Harry back to Lily when they went into the kitchen to get drinks. Celeste was in the kitchen with Anya, and Thomas seemed to be helping, too, along with Noelle.

When Sirius said he was surprised to see her, she waved him off, taking a sip of her wine. “I’m the resident Tremblay sister representative. We were all pretty worried about Lolo for a minute there, but…” she smiled. “If only we knew. Not one boy, but two. Plus,” she looked over at Thomas, who was focusing intently on what Celeste was saying and stirring on the stove. “I have my own reasons.”

“Talkie’s a good one,” Remus said. “You lucked out there.”

“Right?” Noelle laughed, then nodded at Sirius. “I’m really glad you’re okay.”

“Me too,” Remus and Sirius said at the same time.

Noelle laughed again, and then her expression became more mild. “And…” she looked towards the living room, where they could distinctly hear Logan’s laugh. “I know none of this was easy for you two, but I’m happy you were there for my brother. Maybe not in the way you wanted to be…in the way any of us wanted…but you showed him it was okay to be who he is. I think Finn would have gotten to him eventually but I think it would have taken a lot longer. I’m glad he’s happy now. And that’s largely thanks to you two.”

“The delicious smells of success,” Thomas suddenly sang out, slightly off-key. “Breathe in the delicious smells of success, hey, Christmas, come over here and look at this goodness.”

Noelle laughed. “Oh, I’m already looking at it.” She sent Remus and Sirius a last smile. “Anyway, I said my piece.”

Remus laughed as she returned to Thomas’ side, tucking herself against him.

“That was sweet,” he said and rubbed his hand gently over Sirius’ chest, sort of out of habit by now. He could feel the bandages there.

Sirius kissed Remus’ temple. “Yeah.”

“Sirius, mon cher,” Celeste kissed Sirius’ cheek when she came over from the stove. “You are okay? Of course you are, Remus is with you. No more big empty house and take out meals, oui?”

Sirius laughed. “Way to sell me out.”

Remus snorted. “Like everyone didn’t already know.”

Celeste laughed. “C’est vrai.” She sighed, patting Sirius’ chest, near his ribs. “I am still so angry about Grayback, honestly.”

“Aren’t we all,” Pascal said, coming over. Celeste wrapped an arm around him.

“You and me both,” Sirius said, taking a sip of his wine. “But it’s over. I have to let it be over or else I’ll go insane.”

“You’ll be back out there soon,” Pascal said.

Sirius smiled. “Only thanks to Loops.”

Remus rolled his eyes. “It’s you who does the hard part.”

Pascal laughed. “As if getting this boy to do what he’s told isn’t the hard part.”

Remus laughed. “Hm, true.”

“Celeste, the goodness looks ready to me,” Thomas called over from the stove.

Celeste laughed and leaned back towards the doorway to the living room.

“Dinner, everyone!” she called.

It only took a few moments for the kitchen to become crowded with people lining up with their plates.

“Hey,” Evgeni bee-lined between them for the wine bottle, but stopped on the way to give Remus a kiss on both cheeks. “Get Captain laid, no more grumpy.”

“Kuny,” Remus said.

Nado, behind him as always, cracked up. Sirius laughed, too.

“Merde, Kuns,” he said. “Subtle.”

“Very,” Regulus’ wry voice suddenly said from behind them as he and Leo entered the kitchen.

“Just in time!” Celeste said, handing them both plates. “Where have you boys been?”

Leo shrugged. “Just—hi, sweetheart,” he cut off as Finn wrapped his arms around his waist. “Just touring around Gryf. Got lunch.”

“Yeah, Sid’s is the best,” Regulus said.

Sirius spluttered mid way through serving himself dinner. “I told you that.”

“So?”

“So, you believe Leo and not me?”

Leo grinned. Regulus shrugged.

Remus spent most of dinner holding baby Harry and watching Sirius tickle his tummy while he laughed. James looked ready to cry at the sight. Lily took him back to be fed when they moved to sit around the living room with dessert, but Remus didn’t mind. He just leaned back into Sirius’ chest, happy with his team around him.

Logan looked red in the face from all the jokes implying why he was so eager to move in with Leo and Finn. Adele had stuck close to him all evening, sitting on his free side. Logan had his arm around her. Remus had overheard him assuring her that he’d be over to visit all the time, which he thought was unbearably sweet. Leo looked resigned and amused to the teasing, and Finn just looked thoroughly pleased, sitting between them with an arm around each.

Remus felt a kiss being placed on his neck.

“Maybe we could celebrate more than one move tonight,” Sirius said into Remus’ ear.

Remus held Sirius’ arms across his chest, turning to look at him. “What?”

Sirius just smiled and pulled Remus out of the living room and into the butler’s pantry of the kitchen. He took Remus’ hands in his warm ones. “You should move in with me.”

Remus took a slow breath in.

Sirius slid his hands up Remus’ forearms. “I want you to move in with me.”

“Baby…”

“Besides,” Sirius smiled. “Your mom will be coming to town soon with any luck,” Sirius knocked gently on the wooden cupboard behind Remus’ head with a smile. “Better not to disappoint her.”

Remus laughed, reaching up to press his hands to Sirius’ cheeks. “Better not.”

Sirius leaned down to nudge their noses together. “Live with me. You sort of already do, and I…I love it so much. I love having you near.”

Remus nodded. “Yes.” He kissed him once, and again, and again. “Yeah, I want to.”

Sirius smiled into their next kiss, and that was how Logan found them.

“Alors,” he said, hands up. “Sorry. Just got sent in for some more wine. God knows I need it.”

Remus flushed and laughed as Logan reached down for a bottle from the wine fridge.

“Carry on.”

“Oops,” Sirius snorted when they were alone again.

“I’ll have to get a car,” Remus mused as Sirius hugged him against his chest. Sirius lived just outside the city center. “No more subways and city walking from out here.”

“I’ll buy you whatever car you want.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

Sirius squeezed him closer. “It’s what I said. I want to. What else do you want? Tell me.”

Remus smiled and tilted his chin up to look at him. “You.”

It had been hard, saying goodbye to Sirius for the short road trip to Vegas. It was strange going without him.

“Force him to keep doing his exercises,” Remus had told Regulus firmly.

“Will do,” Regulus saluted.

“Miss you already,” Sirius had said softly when he dropped Remus off at departures.

“Just a few days,” Remus kissed his across the seats, and then kissed his new star necklace. “They’ll win.”

“Shh,” Sirius laughed gently.

Remus just smiled. “You’ll see."

Remus was in the visitor’s PT room, making sure it was well-stocked. Just in case. Moody was already in there, leaning against the table and watching the pre-game. He greeted Remus with a nod, and Remus pulled out a box of supplies to sort through while listening.

“—first time the Lions will be on the ice with Fenrir Grayback who, as we all know, received a two game suspension after a hard hit on Lions Captain Sirius Black, breaking four of his ribs. We know that the Lions organization was especially not happy about the lack of severity shown by the League. I suppose we may see what the players have to say about this tonight. I expect the Lions will push especially hard for a win in honor of their wounded Captain—not to mention that winning this game would secure them a spot in this year’s Stanley Cup play-offs. Marc-André Fleury is back with his rainbow stick tape, his second time showing support for Black. It’s nice to see. Let’s take a look at who else we’re watching tonight. First, we’ll talk about Logan Tremblay…”

“One game,” Moody grumbled. “One game.”

“One game,” Remus repeated. “Sirius really wanted to be out there tonight.”

“I don’t think Grayback knows what’s coming for him now that he isn’t,” Moody laughed gruffly. “You saw those boys when he took Sirius out. They’re fresh out of a day-off now. Rested, furious, determined.” Moody tilted his head. “I feel good things in my leg.”

Remus laughed. “Well, thank God.”

Sirius was sitting with his brother on the large, leather couch in his TV den, anxious and waiting for the second period to resume. The commercials were muted and he was waiting for Regulus to work his way up towards saying whatever it was that he was holding back. Sirius could tell there was something.

“Your house is ridiculous,” Regulus said around his Chinese takeout—not for the first time.

“I was young,” Sirius said defensively. “I thought buying a house like this was, like, required.”

“Stupide,” Regulus snorted.

“—a nasty hit on Finn O’Hara by Ryan Reaves, but he seems okay,” the commentator said, replaying the hit, and Sirius tensed. He didn’t need a replay of that. They cut back to commercials again.

“Do you think they can actually force me to go back?” Regulus said suddenly.

When Sirius looked over he was poking mildly at his noodles.

“I won’t let them do that.”

Regulus rolled his eyes. “You’re Sirius Black, not God.”

“I won’t let them do that,” Sirius said again. “Tu comprends? I will not. And Minnie won’t either.”

“Maman says—”

Sirius sat up. “You’ve been talking to her?”

“I have to sometimes,” Regulus grumbled. “Legal stuff. Minnie’s always there.”

“It doesn’t matter what she says. She is—”

“Yes, I know what she is,” Regulus snapped. “I’ve been living with her—until a few months ago, in case you forgot.” He glowered around the room. “While you were in your big fancy house…”

Sirius blinked. “Reg…”

“I’m not—mad at you. I was, but I’m not. I mean, I’m doing what you did, aren’t I? Making a better life, damn the consequences?” Regulus sighed. “There are other Snakes who want out, you know.”

Sirius sat up. “Like…witnesses? Reg, you could compile a case.”

“They’re worried they’ll never get back into the League,” Regulus said. “I’m trying, but…I don’t know, Sirius.”

Sirius’ heart ached. He looked down at his chicken and rice. “I wish I could tell you what to do.”

Regulus looked at him, gray on gray, and nodded. “I know.” He glanced at the TV. “We’re back.”

Sirius secretly liked that. Looking at the Lions play with his brother, and hearing him say we.

“O’Hara didn’t need any help getting up, even if he looked a little rattled. Now, speaking from experience, I don’t know about you, Lee, but I was waiting for O’Hara’s line mate, Logan Tremblay to have something to say about it…Tremblay did not challenge Reaves, though.”

They were lining up for puck drop, James at the center against—

Grayback.

“You know, Dean, I think that’s a testament to these young Lions, really all the Lions. They call them the cubs, you know. You can tell how much they want this. They band together, they listen, they work…I think it’s pretty rare to see such fine communication in an entire team.”

Grayback won the face off.

“Fuck,” Regulus breathed.

Sirius wished he was there, standing beside Remus, on the bench, jumping the boards—anything. Instead, he was sitting on the couch, eating take-out. Helpless.

The entire first period, and the majority of this one had been back and forth. The score was still 0-0. They were fighting. Hard. Fenrir passed it to Tuch, who knocked it over to Engelland. Engelland took a hard shot, and Leo caught it in his glove.

“Another amazing save by Knut,” Dean said. “Rookie goal tender Leo Knut has blocked 29 shots in this game so far, most of them with his glove. I love seeing that sort of technique from the younger players, you know?”

“Absolutely Dean. And it looks to me like Coach Weasley is giving the Blizzard, Kasey Winter, a nice long rest as he looks ahead to hopefully a long and successful playoff run.”

Sirius leaned forward as play started up again. Evgeni barreled against Reaves and Fenrir, evading a two-on-one with a slick pass to Nado. It was hard hockey—it looked a little like play-off hockey. Brutal, hard-hitting, and determined.

It stayed like that until half way through the third.

“Fucking hell,” Regulus said. “How does this game still have no score?”

Sirius shook his head. His heart was in his throat. He had texted Remus at the second intermission.

Boys are fired as hell, Remus had said. Good feelings. They don’t even seem tired.

Harzy okay? he had said.

Yes. Then, a minute later. Boasting that you’re checking on him XD

That reassurance was the only thing keeping Sirius sane.

“We have to break their defense,” Sirius was half watching the battle on the ice and half running through plays in his mind. The clock read twelve minutes.

Sirius could have laughed. He pressed his necklace pendant between his palms, his steepled fingers against his mouth. He wasn’t religious. He just wanted this. For all of them.

Pascal’s line was out.

“Come on Dumo,” Sirius said.

Sirius watched Pascal and Fenrir line up for the face off with tense shoulders. He waited, and waited, and then the referee was straightening again, looking at Pascal and pointing away.

“Fuck,” Sirius cursed. “He’s kicking Dumo out of the circle.”

“I wonder what he said.”

Sirius silently begged Pascal to be careful.

Brady took Pascal’s place. He won the face off, and Sirius and Regulus shouted.

He passed it easily to Pascal, who dragged it along the boards.

“What’s he going so slow for?” Regulus demanded, fist hitting the couch.

Sirius only saw what was coming next because of the TV angle.

Pascal had his head down, and Fenrir was skating hard towards him on the ice.

Sirius and Regulus were on their feet in a second, shouting at the television. They couldn’t warn him.

Sirius couldn’t even breathe properly. It seemed to go on in slow motion, all of it. Pascal, his—his father, really, his protector. The man who had taken him right from under his mother’s grasp. Pascal who knew him better than anyone. Maybe even Remus.

Fenrir was obviously going in for the hit. He was probably confident that he could get away with it again. Just like he had with Remus. With Sirius. If he so much as touched Dumo—

But he underestimated Pascal Dumais just like had last time.

Pascal, puck on his stick, let Fenrir get closer, and closer, and then deked right. He spun on his right blade harshly and kicked off the boards like a goalie did on a goal post. The effect was that he went rocketing out of the way, right towards the Golden Knights’ goal, and Fenrir slammed into the boards with his own full-force.

The game didn’t pause for him. It only stopped when the goal lit up red as Pascal shot a clean line into the top left corner of the net.

Six minutes and three seconds remaining. 1-0, Lions. The Lions bench was on their feet, sticks banging against the boards as Pascal skated down for glove taps. The TV showed his familiar face, smiling. He looked into the camera for a moment, and Sirius swore Pascal was looking right at him.

He won’t get you again, the look said. Pascal tussled Remus’ hair with his glove. Or any of us.

Six minutes felt like six hours, longer and longer with each one of Leo’s saves. They showed his face during an offside whistle. He tilted his helmet up for some water. His blonde hair was darkened and drenched with sweat, but his blue eyes were fierce. He tapped his mask back down, and went back into a crouch. Sirius had never been so proud of Leo fucking Knut.

Shots were traded ferociously, the puck practically bouncing between the zones. Leo saved it with his blocker, a few bouncing off of his helmet, some dangerously close to his neck guard. He pushed off one post and dropped into a full split, the puck sliding snugly against his pad until he scooped it up like a hawk.

“Fucking hell, Leo,” Regulus mumbled.

“Right,” Sirius said. “Merde.”

Three minutes. James had four shots that very nearly went in. Logan had five close-calls. They were panting on the bench, squirting cold water down their necks, but they were keeping the score. They were protecting their lead.

Two minutes.

The Golden Knights pulled their goalie, the net was empty, and still no one scored again.

When the buzzer finally sounded, Sirius was breathing like he was on the ice, too.

The bench exploded, spilling out onto the ice. Finn threw his gloves into the air right before Logan crashed into him.

They had won the game with one goal, and three periods of sheer will-power.

Sirius hugged Regulus hard. He watched as his boys jumped on each other against the boards, knocking Leo’s helmet for his shut-out and grinning. They were clinched.

They were going to the playoffs.

#sweater weather #lumosinlove #sweater weather lumosinlove #lumosinlove sweater weather #coops #wolfstar #wolfstar fic #lumosinlove oc #lumosinlove ocs #o'knutzy #Thomas walker #Kasey winter #harry potter #Harry Potter fic

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pinkiepiebones · 3 years

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prompt: the ghouls discovering stim toys

I have no earthly idea how long this has been in my inbox but I found it so~ -

Like most things, it was Special’s fault.

Special had always been the odd ghoul out. He was the only ghoul in recorded church history to choose a gender. He was the only ghoul to posess the ability to telepathically communicate in a way that did not instill dread and terror in the humans nearby. He was the only ghoul to use his Satan-given glamour magic to construct an eerily decent human guise (“My human-sona,” he calls it). He was the only ghoul to openly and obnoxiously fall in love with a human, who loudly and obnoxiously reciprocated. And he was the only ghoul that adored human culture.

So one evening, in the band room, he sat with his siblings as they waited for Copia to arrive for rehearsals.

And he fidgeted with his bracelet.

Swiss‘ long ears perked up. They carefully set their guitar aside and crept to the edge of the stage, turning their head owlishly, looking at the thing on their brother’s human-glamour’s wrist.

’WHAT ARE YOU DOING?’

Special looked up at his sibling. “Oh, hej, sorry, I’m-“ Special made a noise of frustration (the ‘I can’t begin to explain this adequately’ noise, specifically) and removed his bracelet, holding it up for Swiss to see. “Is called a fidget! See, it’s a zipper, but it’s, I just pull it up an’ down, it keeps me kinda, uh, focused…”

Swiss carefully plucked the bracelet from their sibling’s fingers. They glamoured their talons away and used human fingers to pull the zipper down the length of the bracelet and pull it back up. Their eyes went wide.

’IT SERVES NO FUNCTION BUT IT IS SOMEHOW PLEASANT.’

”I know, right?” Special slipped off the stage, tail wagging, and went to fetch his bag. “You can keep that one, I got a ton of different ones…”

Cirrus and Cumulus floated down from the ceiling. ‘CAN WE HAVE ONE?’

Special considered his Air siblings and then tossed each of them a colourful cube. “Those work together, like you two! Is Velcro cubes, good sound and feel.”

Special’s Fire and Water siblings jumped off the stage, each demanding to have whatever the others were getting.

”Ah, you guys play with your picks a lot, maybe… Let’s see if you like these wavy sticks?” He handed them flat small boards with strange wavy lines engraved in them. “Drag your picks down the waves, make good noise!”

Aether gave Mountain back their drumsticks and said ‘I MISSED THIS, WHAT ARE WE GETTING FROM SPECIAL TODAY?’

Swiss jerked away as Aether moved to look at the bracelet. ‘GO RECIEVE YOUR OWN FIDGET DEVICE, THIS ONE HAS BEEN ENTRUSTED TO ME.’

Aether approched Special and held put their talons. Special plopped a necklace with a round soft purple Bead into Aether’s scaly palm. “There ya go, big guy. It’s a chewy fidget, so you’re gonna have t’practice your jaw shapeshifting, arright?”

Mountain slipped out from behind their drum kit and approached Special. ‘HOW IS IT YOU HAVE AQUIFED SO MANY OF THESE FIDGET OBJECTS, AND DO YOU HAVE ONE FOR ME?’

Special shurgged his human-guised shoulder. “Ehh, I been collecting them a while. Copia likes to fidget witg somethin’ when he’s nervous, an’ I just like how many types there is. Like this one.” He tossed his sibling a colourful cube. “That one’s got a li’l ball you can roll around, and you can press it down, too. I mean, I have a little tappy-tap pad too, but I’m like, eh, you’re probably sick of drumming all the time.”

Mountain shapeshifted their talons into a human hand and carefully tested the small metal ball inside the plastic cube. It rolled smoothly, and made a gentle clicking sound when they pressed on it.

’HUMANS CONJURE UP SUCH CURIOUS OBJECTS,’ Mountain mused as they watched their thumb roll the ball. ‘IT IS NICE THAT THEY HAVE DEVELOPED THESE OUTLETS FOR THE, WHAT DID YOU SAY, ANXIETY.’

Special nodded, sliding a spinner ring onto his finger. “Anxiety, focus, there’s lotsa used for these things, it’s preeetty cool.” He spun his ring a few times and grinned.

”Just be sure to put them in yo- er, shapeshift a pocket and put your fidget in there when you’re doing band stuff, yeah? Good, good.”

#ghost bc #seriously kiwi I have no idea how old this ask is #nameless ghouls #spooky ideas #the band ghost

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thenextchapter22 · 3 years

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Loving the Demon Prince

Description: Each chapter will feature Diavolo and one of the brothers (and Simeon just because) being in a relationship, acting cute or being flirty, going on dates and such.

Warnings: Cute, Funny, Cheesy, Hints of Sex, Adorable Diavolo

Pairing(s): Diavolo/Mammon, Diavolo/Satan, Diavolo/Beel, Diavolo/Belphie, Diavolo/Leviathan, Diavolo/Asmo, Diavolo/Lucifer, Diavolo/Simeon

Word Count: 3,574

Link to my AO3: Click Here

Author’s Notes: Please enjoy these cute snips of our Demon Prince being adorable and sexy with the other demon bros (and Simeon).

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Mammon

“Young Master, is this such a good idea?”

“Barbatos, my good friend, he means no harm. I have plenty of jewels. It’s adorable how excited he gets so let him have a few moments of happiness at my expense.”

Barbatos sighed. “If that’s what you wish, my Lord.”

Lord Diavolo grinned. He watched on as Mammon, his lover, decorated in his many crown jewels that he told him he could keep, smiled and spoke to himself about all the things he was going to do with his new items he received (mostly sell them). From necklaces, to rings, even an actual crown, Mammon was decked out in gold. It suited him so well.

“Ohh, this will go for a shit ton of grimm,” he said excitedly, clutching a large black diamond to his chest. He hugged it like it was a baby.

Diavolo was getting a bit heated looking on at his smiling face, with his fingers clutching gold and silver. Mammon acted all macho around others but he was a softy at heart. He just needed a little love and some sweet gestures and he turned into goo. Diavolo thought it was one of his best qualities.

“Mammon.”

The white-haired demon stopped his captivation to glance at the Prince. “Yeah?”

Diavolo took his hand, and kissed his many ring adorned fingers. His skin was so sweet on his lips. “Let’s go to my bedroom.”

Mammon blushed. “O-oh, okay.” He bit his lip when Diavolo started tugging him along, the sounds of all the jewelry clinging as they went.

Barbatos held back a chuckle, but Diavolo, knowing the butler for so long, shook his head at the snake-tailed demon as they passed him. “I’ll have super brought to your rooms later this evening, young Master.”

“Excellent. Come, Mammon.” He paused, then looked back at his lover with a seductive smirk. “Well, not yet.”

Mammon whined. “Dia!”

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Satan

“So you just drink coffee and pet cats?”

“Exactly.”

“This sounds wonderful! Let us go now!”

Satan chuckled at the eagerness. It never got old how much Lord Diavolo put into everything.

So they went to the café, it was in the human world but being the Demon Prince had perks. Taking a booth in the back, they got a few treats and some drinks, enjoyed some small talk, until a pair of cats came strolling up to them.

Satan found them to be quite pretty, one sleek black with bright green eyes, the other orange with white stripes and dark brown eyes with flecks of gold. He took the orange cat in his arms as she was closest, and she purred while he pet her fur.

Diavolo copied him, but his cat was a bit claw crazy and he got scratched. The cat escaped his grip and went to drink some milk on the table. Diavolo looked dejected.

Satan sighed, but smiled. He knew what went wrong. “No, slowly pet them. He’s a bit skittish I think. Some are so you have to be gentle.”

“Gentle,” Diavolo whispered, once again petting the cat in front of him.

It took a few minutes but he once again held the cat, proudly, and they both held the purring creatures in their arms while sipping hot coffee. It was pleasant and perfect.

“This is great fun, I may take one of these cats home. But Barbatos would not enjoy cleaning up the fur.” Diavolo grinned at Satan, and kicked at his feet under the table childishly. Satan did so back, happily. One of the greatest things Satan loved about being with Diavolo was that he brought out Satan’s fun side, he was allowed to be silly with the Prince.

But he was shocked at what Diavolo’s next words were as he leaned forward towards Satan, licking his lips sensually. “I want to see you in your kitten ears tonight, purring for me.”

Satan blushed. “Yes, Master.”

__++__

Belphie

“The stars are quite lovely tonight, but not as lovely as you are beneath them.”

“Cheesy,” Belphie said to Diavolo with a smirk. “You’ll have to do better than that.”

Belphie was in full demon form, and he used his tail to wrap around Diavolo’s waist to tug him close. They ended up falling to the pillow-ridden floors, laughing as they rolled around until they ended up on their backs. Hands linked, they gazed upwards at the darkened Devildom sky with scattered flickers of bright lights, from orange to blue to red.

Looking to his left at the gorgeous and kind demon, Belphie couldn’t help but think, how did he ever get so lucky to have the Future King as his own? After all he had put the three realms through those many years ago with the human exchange student.

“Do you despise me?” he asked softly.

Diavolo looked shocked. Pulling the youngest into his arms and onto his strong sturdy chest, Diavolo kissed his forehead, careful of his horns. “I would never despise you, my love.”

Belphie sighed into his chest. How could he say that? He nearly killed the human student in his desire to see all humans die for some stupid revenge. Then Diavolo spared him, and in his punishment which mostly consisted of cleaning like a servant around the palace and his own home, he found love with the Prince in his time seeing him at the castle. And oddly enough, the Prince came to love him, too.

“You’ve learned many things, Belphie, and you’ve grown into an incredible demon. I cherish each moment I have with you.”

Belphie nodded. Diavolo’s words reassured him. “I do, too.”

Diavolo held the Sloth demon’s cheek in his large hand, Belphie’s lashes fluttered closed as they kissed softly. It was a sweet kiss, full of love, and it was his way of letting him know that the Prince would always care for him.

“I love you, Belphegor.”

“I love you, too, Dia.”

Under the bright stars atop the palace, Belphie and Diavolo snuggled close, keeping the other warm. Occasionally kissing, but mostly snuggling, content in the others’ arms. And if Belphie fell asleep, then Diavolo would simply carry him to their rooms to snuggle in the warmth of the bed, and wake him with even more sweet kisses.

__++__

Beel

Beel’s two favorite places were a kitchen for obvious reasons, and a gym. He loved to work out before he ate a big meal. If he didn’t, he might have a bigger stomach. But also he just really liked the feeling he got in his muscles when he worked out, it was almost the same as when he ate a really yummy cheeseburger.

And once he found out he could use the palace gymnasium, he was thrilled. Being in a relationship with the crown Prince meant he could use the palace kitchen when he was there, too, and Barbatos made the best food.

His favorite thing, though, was when Diavolo worked out with him. Beel had a decent 8 pack, but so did Diavolo. The Gluttony avatar always stared at him when he did his weight lifting sets. Like right then, the Prince was lifting with one arm, and his chest was bare, glistening, flexing, and he made these grunting noises that made Beel’s sweat pants tighten.

“Staring again, Beelzebub?” Diavolo teased, flexing his arms as he set down the large hand weight.

“N-no… Yes…” Beel blushed. “Sorry.”

Diavolo chuckled. “Don’t be, I love it when you do.” He winked. “I think that’s enough for today, though. Let’s clean up and we can go have a snack.”

Beel’s eyes lit up. He was so perfect. “Okay.”

Once cleaned up, and after helping the Prince wipe down his back with a towel (if Beel wasn’t hungry he would have definitely been more adventurous with that towel), they sat at the bar top of the kitchen on the main level of the castle. Barbatos just left, having set out a plethora of treats for the both of them.

“Here, try this one, it’s a super spicy fried bat wing,” Diavolo held it out to Beel by his hand.

This was brave of him, but Beel was gentle when he took it with his mouth. Plus he had his mouth in other places on Diavolo’s body before.

He swallowed it and nodded, it was delicious! "Mmm that was sinfully good.”

Diavolo smirked. “Can I taste?”

Beel nodded. He was about to offer the Prince one because they had two plates full and he could spare just one for him of course, but then Diavolo’s tongue was in his mouth. Beel moaned, he tasted so good. Better than the bat wings, no doubt about it.

“Let’s finish eating, I have some more plans for how we can spend our evening together. And it involves dessert.”

Minutes later, the food was gone. Diavolo had grabbed something from the fridge, a can of spray cream, and some red fruit that looked like human food, and inclined his head towards the hall. “Let’s go have some fun, shall we?”

__++__

Leviathan

“How do you use this?”

Leviathan sighed for the tenth time. Diavolo was clueless. For being such an incredible Prince, he really couldn’t figure out how to work a controller?

“Here, you push this to jump, move this to turn left and right, and this is the special move button.”

“Right. I think I understand now.”

“Great! Let’s play!”

They sat on the floor in Leviathan’s room on pillows, snacks and drinks around them. One hour later, Levi was pissed. How did this demon, who did not know what a joy stick was until Levi explained it, beat him 17 times? This was a disaster for an otaku like him, what would his fellow gamers say if they found out a newbie won him? He would be ruined, forever know as a loser.

He sniffled. “Not fair. I’ve mastered this game, I’ve never lost before…”

Diavolo put his hand on Levi’s shoulder, the purple-haired demon flinching. Diavolo didn’t falter. “Don’t be so upset, my love, it’s only a game.”

That made him shrink into himself more, and Diavolo frowned. He knew how much these things meant to Levi, but not to this extent. Really, after being lovers for a few months now, he did not understand the nerdy demon very well. But he got used to his shy personality that suddenly blossomed when he spoke about his passions for his games. It was cute how much he loved these devices of his.

The Prince grabbed Levi by his waist and began showering his face in kisses, trying to distract him from the sadness emitting from him. He also began tickling his sides with his fingers, gripping one hip in his hand to keep him still.

Levi sputtered, giggling uncontrollably. “Dia, noo, stop! Ha ha ha! That tickles, please!” Levi bat at him with all his might. Eventually he even transformed into his demon form, and tried using his tail to shove the larger demon away but it was not working.

“Not until you say ‘I am the greatest gamer of all time’!”

“N-no, no way!” Levi laughed, his face was aching. “P-please stop!”

Diavolo let up, and put his head on top Leviathan’s, the demon in return wrapping them both with his serpent tail. They stayed that way until Levi got his breath back to normal. Diavolo loved to hold Levi like a doll for some reason, not that the otaku minded, but it took some time to get used to it.

“It was dumb luck,” Levi murmured, “I just know it.”

“Hm. Why don’t we play again, then?”

“I will beat you, Dia. I promise on my Ruri-chan that I will defeat you.”

Diavolo’s eyes flashed. “Challenged… accepted.”

Leviathan gasped. “Oh, it’s on.”

They played until Leviathan’s wins overtook Diavolo’s. Only then did the two cuddle together, and Levi said into Diavolo’s neck from the Prince’s lap with firmness, “I am the greatest gamer of all time.”

Diavolo hummed, smirking into the soft hair of his love. “You are, my sweet little otaku, you most definitely are.” He would never know that the entire time that Diavolo was letting him win.

__++__

Asmo

“Let’s do this color for your nails, it’ll look so good with your skin tone~”

Diavolo agreed. “You know best, Asmo. Whatever you want to do.”

Asmo started to paint, holding the larger tan hand in his own as he flawlessly brushed the Prince’s nails with shiny polish. “Oh, whatever I want to do, hmm? What if I wanted to bend over right now and have you take me?” He grinned, eyes flashing with lustful power.

Diavolo laughed. While Asmo never failed to turn him on, there was one thing stopping that. “I think we should wait for the paint to dry before we get frisky, my love.”

Asmo sighed. “I suppose…”

Diavolo never got a lot of time to relax, so being treated to a spa day with his lover Asmodeus was something he had been looking forward to all week. Asmo was cheeky, flirty, and never afraid to speak his mind. Sure, Diavolo had to praise him for his looks almost every time he saw the Lust demon, but that wasn’t too difficult seeing as he was very pretty.

“There, all done! Oh, I have the greatest idea. Your hair has gotten a big long, can I braid it?” Asmo begged with his eyes, pouting. He leaned in so close to Diavolo the Prince couldn’t help but nip at his lips a little, Asmo moaning loudly.

Asmo breathed against his lips, “If you keep that up, I might just have to deal with the nail polish on my bed.”

Diavolo chuckled, and playfully swat Asmo’s butt as he turned around to grab something from his vanity (which was littered with items that Diavolo had no clue what half of them were for). The demon ‘oooh’ed and wiggled it. “Perhaps later, I don’t find the idea of getting wet polish on myself that appealing.”

“I guess you’re right.”

“But if you’d like to braid my hair, feel free.”

“I’d never turn down a chance at fingering your lovely locks, my beautiful prince.”

Asmo stood behind Diavolo while he kept his seat. The younger demon’s elegant fingers began weaving through his hair. He couldn’t do much, just two short braids on either side, and Asmo giggled when he saw the Prince’s face. He usually looked so fierce and large, he was the soon to be King he had to, but right then he looked adorable. Big eyes, braided hair, a charming smile. Asmo was truly in love with someone other than himself, even if just a little bit.

“How do I look, darling?”

“Positively radiant.” Asmo plopped down onto his lap, and tugged one of the braids. “Truly magnificent.”

Diavolo narrowed his eyes but kept a hold on his hips so he would not fall, Asmo in return holding his shoulders. “Oh, are we playing some sort of game, Asmodeus?”

Wiggling his butt, Asmo smirked back and said, “Hmm, you know exactly what kind of games I like~”

Thankfully the nail polish had dried. Because Asmo’s bed would have never been the same if not for quick dry nail polish.

__++__

Lucifer

“Even you need to get some sleep, Luci. You’re always beautiful to me, but your eyes have bags.”

Lucifer sighed. His head ached, his eyes were blurry, and he couldn’t help but blurt out his troubles. “It’s just… Mammon has stolen Asmo’s jewelry again, and apparently there was something important about it I cannot remember but Asmo won’t shut up about it. Leviathan hasn't come out of his room in a week. Plus Belphie and Beel are fighting and the entire house can sense it and Satan is up to something again. I keep seeing him eyeing me with that smirk that means trouble.”

Diavolo cooed, and pulled Lucifer into his arms. Luckily school was on a break, otherwise Diavolo would feel guilty for adding more to his plate.

At first, the Prideful demon was stiff. Then he melted into the embrace and hugged back. “You need some coffee or sleep.”

“Perhaps both.”

Diavolo laughed. “Let’s take a nap, and then we can have coffee together afterwards. I’ll ask Barbatos to make us his special coffee cakes as well. What do you say?”

Lucifer smiled. He was truly spoiled with Diavolo as his lover. “It sounds excellent. My bed or yours?”

“I think mine would be best.”

Traveling to the castle, they settled in Diavolo’s massive bed after Lucifer changed into his spare silk PJ’s he left there always. Diavolo behind on the mound of pillows, Lucifer laying on his side using Diavolo as his own pillow. The Prince’s fingers ran through the dark locks of his hair, and the motion had Lucifer falling asleep soon, cuddled to the warmth of the Demon Prince, and his comforting scent.

He woke up to the coffee smell and something sweet came with it, too. Lucifer struggled to open his eyes. He was, as he always said, not a morning demon.

“Wake up, love, I have coffee and something delicious for you. Let me see those gorgeous rubies.” Diavolo kissed between his eyes, and Lucifer groaned. Diavolo chuckled. “C’mon, we made a promise to have coffee together.”

He sat up, rubbing his eyes and combing his hair with his fingers. A tray of small brown gooey cakes and cups of coffee sat between them. Lucifer grabbed the coffee first, and downed a big gulp, the burn was wonderful.

“Try this, Barbatos made it just hours ago.” Diavoko put a bite on his fork, and pressed it to Lucifer’s closed lips. He got a glare in response, but Lucifer rolled his eyes and opened his mouth for Diavolo to give him the sweet cake. He licked his lips, it was actually very tasty, and went well with the dark roast.

Diavolo hummed. “You’ve got a little bit riiiiight,” he pecked his cheek, “here.” They gazed into each other’s eyes, and the room got heated, the hot coffee in their belly’s fueling the fire building inside them. Suddenly, Diavolo kissed him soundly, pressing him back onto the bed. The coffee was left forgotten on the tray. Luckily the bed was big enough not to cause a spill, because there were plenty of vibrations to cause it to.

It seemed all Lucifer needed was some sleep, coffee, and Diavolo to get back to his normal self again.

__++__

Simeon

The gardens at Diavolo’s castle were in full bloom on this cool night. All the flowers, poisonous or not, looked radiant under the Devildom moon.

“Your garden is lovely.”

“Thank you, angel. Not as lovely as you but still…”

Simeon chuckled, a light blush dancing across his cheeks. “You’re such a charmer, aren’t you?”

Diavolo laughed. “I hope so.”

Simeon ran his gloved fingers over blooming bushes of dark roses. “They smell delightful, too. Like smoke and cinnamon. We don’t have flowers like this in the Celestial Realm. They all smell like…roses.”

They laughed together, sharing soft smiles while traversing the maze of the garden. Simeon reached a hand out to touch a bright orange flower that looked similar to a Daisy, but Diavolo took his hand quickly.

“Ah, don’t touch those ones. Your hand may catch fire.”

Simeon blinked. The Prince watched as his angel blushed from the simple contact of their hands. “Interesting. Thank you.”

He never thought he’d get to be with an angel, of all beings, but Simeon was different than most angels. Once the war ended and years passed, the three different realms grew closer. The exchange program ended centuries ago and ever since then Diavolo had been fascinated with this young angel so ready to help, always with a smile, and gorgeous, too. Lucifer was the one who got them together, whether he admitted it or not, with how often Simeon had come to visit him eventually Diavolo pushed his way in to know more about this beautiful creature from the heavens.

Diavolo kissed the knuckles of Simeon’s hand softly, the blue-eyed man shuddering, feeling the warmth of the demons kiss through fabric of his gloves. His angel deserved soft things (although, surprisingly, it was a different case in the bedroom) and Diavolo was always going to pamper him with soft kisses when he could.

Smiling with his eyes, Simeon gestured to a bench that say between two tall blooming bushes, varying shades of red and pink bell flowers dripping from the branches overhanging. “Let’s go sit and watch the stars?”

“Whatever my beloved wants, he shall get.”

“Diavolo…” Simeon squeezed his hand, striding to the wooden bench with Diavolo trailing behind. “You embarrass me sometimes, truly.”

“Is it such an embarrassment for me to give you the stars?”

“You’re a poet now, hm?” Simeon shook his head. But he was grinning, and when Diavolo sat down beside him, he placed his head onto the larger man’s shoulder and sighed happily. They looked upward, the smell of fragrant flowers and crisp night air surrounding them. Diavolo wrapped his arm around Simeon’s lower back to tug him in close, and breathed in his sweet scent. Peaceful.

“Never in my long live did I think I would feel love for a demon. Yet here we are. And I’m so very happy to have met you, Diavolo.”

“I’m the luckiest demon in all the realms to have such a beautiful angel in my arms to love.”

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blackberry-gingham · 3 years

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Got to be honest... I love the mermaidau! theme too. Could you pls give us a pt2 cause I need to know how is their rlp gonna evolve. (Feel like even writing a hole 2k word fanfic with this au and im not ashamed 😂)

(Pst, anon is referring to this request!)

Mwaaaha yeeees... YEEEEES !!!! I'm so glad you guys like this au lmao 😂😂 All I have to say is, I hope y'all can come through with this mermaid au when summer hits, bc that's my JAM 😤

Even if I don't get another mermaid au request until then, like please y'all, I'm begging you lol

But anyways, tumblr has decided that doing all four on here is too long, so I’m posting half now and I’ll link Paul and Ringo before the day’s over! (Also bc I lost like half of Ringo's story last night, and I have to rewrite it, so rip :') ) Enjoy!

Paul and Ringo this way!

George

It's quite a bit before George can see you again

He had to take up a job, even with school, and practice, and family, and friends, and the occasional gig... just to save up

But when he finally got enough to buy that bike... It was all worth it

It's almost as prized a possession as his guitar, and the very next day after purchasing it, he loads up a blanket and some food and heads off for the lake

The ride from home to the water is a bit long, but nothing he can't handle

At long last, he arrives at the tiny pier and he can hardly contain himself as he sets the kickstand and grabs his things

He rushes down and sets up shop

In his excitement, George has forgotten to consider whether or not you'll even show...

But he doesn't want to give up yet

So he waits

And waits

And after a few hours pass by, he decides he might as well have his lunch instead of skipping rocks and wading in the water all afternoon

George swims over to the edge of the pier and clasps into the plank to hoist himself up

But before he can complete the maneuver, he finds himself jerked back down again

It's gentle enough that he doesn't get submerged, but it's certainly enough to give him a start

He splutters and flails a little, turning around as quick as he can to see...

Oh, it's you...

George breathes a sigh of relief, even as your eyes watch him from just above the water line, your hair floating on the surface like an angel

Your eyes go wide in excitement, and you peak your head all the way above the water, giving a soft gasp of surprise

"It is you! I can't believe you came back!"

George's heart hammers in his chest, whether it's from the surprise, the physical activity, or something else... He doesn't know

"O-of course I am! I said I would, didn't I?"

You laugh, "So you did! ...By the way, what have you got up there?"

George looks over his shoulder to the picnic basket that's clearly in view, then back at you

He waves you over and pulls himself up at last

When he's turned around, you've disappeared and George's heart drops

Well, not for long. A moment passes, followed by a huge splash as you jump from the water to the pier

It's not a perfect jump, as you need to pull yourself up a bit, but you make it well enough

George is halfway through unloading the basket, but he finds himself incredibly distracted by your tail

He doesn't mean to be rude it's just... It's almost like you weren't real before now

The tail is nearly twice the length that human legs would be. It tapers all the way down to a fine and delicate point that flares out into a transparent, forked fin

There are smaller fins like this along the rest of your tail, George notes, providing gorgeous accents to your shimmering iridescent scales

You swish your tail behind you, feeling a bit shy

George shakes himself out of his stupor, "Oh, sorry! I just... Wow"

You huff a laugh and mumble a thanks, not quite out of the awkwardness

"Um, here, I brought you something", George hands you a carefully wrapped sandwich

You give it a sniff and wait for George to taste his first

It tastes fantastic. Unlike anything you've ever had before

George tells you it's called a "ham and cheese"

Before you know it, the two of you jump into a whole conversation about life above and below water

You talk all afternoon and into the evening. George, doesn't even realize how low the sun's set until he takes a moment to stretch and look up

"Oh, I suppose you should be going..."

"Yeah..."

George looks at you and then the water one more time

It's like a pool of gold out there, the orange and yellow reflecting so beautifully on the water

"Say, how about one more swim?", George nods towards the water

Needless to say, you both race in for a last dip

You swim laps around George as he move slowly through the water, and you find yourself growing bored rather quick

"Ugh, here hold on!", You laugh and roll your eyes as you latch onto George from beneath

He doesn't protest, and you tow him easily back and forth through the water

It's not as fast as you could go, but it's faster then George has ever achieved on his own

It's actually great fun, but all things must end, and after a few rounds you glide to a stop surrounded by golden ripples

You sigh and look around, letting him go, "Sorry, it's late. I didn't mean to get so carried away..."

George wades just inches away from you, "No no, it's alright! I um, I had fun"

"Really?", You smile

"Really...", George floats a little closer to you, and you can feel his warm breath caress your hair, "In fact, m-maybe we could do this again sometime?"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah..."

Before he even gives a thought to what he's doing George's lips meet yours halfway, pressing far softer then you'd expect from a rough teddy boy like himself

It's one of those kisses where you don't even have to think, or give subtle hints

Everything just feels right

Your heart does a flip when you separate, and George sticks by his promise

It gets to the point where you have a schedule to meet each other, getting the most out of your daylight hours

From now on, no more waiting

Just you, and him.

John

John's been visiting you for quite some time now, bringing you shiny things on occasion, but mostly just enjoying your company

You're on a first name basis and everything

It's strange almost, John feels quite special

After all, he might be the only lad in all of England to befriend a mermaid!

Although lately, he's been feeling... Different about you

He must be mad

But it's just...

You're so sweet, and kind, and you listen and understand him like no one else ever has before, an-

Ugh

He must be going mad

That would certainly explain why he's buying you a locket with his latest savings

It may be from a second hand store, but he knows you'll love it

The locket is shaped like a heart and made of brass

The metal is a bit tarnished but the small heart shaped ruby in the center is bright as ever

It's perfect

John takes it home and hides it away from Mimi

She doesn't know about you, but she has some suspicions about a girl...

That's certainly not something John wants to talk about, so he's trying to be as covert about you and him as possible

But before he can hand off his gift to you, he needs to sneak one of Mimi's pictures of him

She has a few up in the attic, which John is easily able to swipe and cut out to fit in your locket

There. Now it's perfect

John gets a good night's rest and heads out bright and early to your cove the very next day

He arrives to find you splayed out on a bed of shells and trinkets, sun bathing

"Hello birdy!"

You spring up and turn to face him, "Johnny!"

Patches of sand stick to your skin, shimmering like glitter in the sun

John whips off his leather jacket and shirt as he goes to sit beside you before removing his boots and socks as well

It's a bit of a custom for him ever since he started feeling comfortable around you

The beach is rather hot, yes, but more so, he likes that you make him feel confident enough to take all that off in the first place

You don't know this, but it's a huge sign of the trust he has in you

The two of you talk and catch up a bit on the few days you were apart

John tells you about school, and you about your adventures at sea

Both of you are equally fascinated about each other's worlds, and both wish a bit that they could live like the other does

You've offered to take John out to sea, but he's not to keen on wading that far out in the ocean

When the conversation starts to run dry, John remembers his gift at last

"Oh by the way, I brought you something..."

You perk up, not suspecting anything other then the usual shiny pebble or coin

But then again, John seems... Different

You could swear you see a blush climbing his cheeks

"I uh, saw this and thought of you...", He holds out an old, worn locket. The Ruby heart and tarnished brass flash and glint in the sunlight, mesmerizing you

You gasp softly, and reach for it slowly, as though you're dreaming

"Do you fancy it?", John asks nervously

"John, this is beautiful..."

You click the heart open and reveal a raggedly cut picture of John smirking back at you from behind a heart shaped lid of glass

You trace your finger along the picture's edge, a trance like glaze over your eyes

"I um, I thought maybe you could wear this one... You know, that way you could always have me with you when you go out to sea... Or... Something", John mumbles, wondering if he sounds even half as stupid as he thinks he does

He peaks over at you once, then twice as you look at it in silence

"It's alright, you don't have to-"

"Could you put it on me?"

John looks stunned, as though he's surprised you actually like his well thought out gift

"Uh, I- sure"

You hand him the necklace and turn

John lifts it over your head and lowers it slowly

The metal is warm from John's hands as it touches your skin, and John fastens the clasp in a jiffy

"There you are..."

You turn around again, eyes shining brightly with joy, the heart clasped in the palm of your hand

A knot forms in John's stomach, seeing you look so happy with him like that, and suddenly he feels sick

He has to say it

He knows be does

He has to tell you now, or it's going to kill him

And yet, if he does tell you, that might kill him too

"Ugh, I must be mad..."

You quirk an eyebrow, "Wha-?"

"I love you", John blurts it out as though it was tortured out of him

It's not very sweet, or romantic, or charming...

No, it's actually much more like he just spat on the sand and continued on

But you know John by now, and to you, it's more then enough

You put your hand over his and lean in to press a gentle kiss to his burning cheek

"I love you too Johnny"

John's breath hitches in his throat, and looks at you with a gaze he's never given any other woman in the world

"Really?" His voice is the barest of whispers

But you don't need to answer, John is already pulling you in for a kiss as he lays back on your small pile of treasure

It's not his first make out session, and it won't be his last

But with you? Right here, on the beach, in the warm sun, laying cozied up on his bare torso?

It's the one he remembers most, for all his life

#the beatles #john lennon x reader #george harrison x reader #mermaid!reader #the beatles x reader #beatles imagines

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chaoticallysapphic · 4 years

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the great trial part four

summary: This was meant to be the easy part. The part filled with brightness and love. The war was over and you had the love of your life all to yourself. No more Baatar, no more secrecy and no more lies. But with the calm comes the realization as all the adrenaline finally leaves you. Now you know, this is the hard part.

a/n: lol I just realized part four of tgd is where it got smutty. What a pattern like I didn’t even try. Thank you @medeliadracon and @ladyxffandoms !

word count: 5k

You pick up reading again and sometimes Kuvira joins you, the both of you sit with your back resting against an armrest as your legs are tangled together.

Lily is asleep on the armchair and jazz music softly plays from the radio as the newly repaired domes shut for the evening. Kuvira is humming as you turn the page of your novel and dog ear the corner before snapping it shut, she looks up from her book with a quirked brow.

“I’m bored,” you groan out, tilting your head back in annoyance as you let the book slide onto your lap. “How are we gonna spend the rest of winter like this.”

“We’ll manage,” she replies, wedging a bookmark between the pages and softly shutting the book. “We should probably make dinner.”

Resting your head against the back of the couch you eye the kitchen with a sigh. “We could make bean curd puffs, those are fun.”

And so the both of you end up in the kitchen with Kuvira making the mixture as you roll the dough into a thick stick, the countertops and even the floors are covered in flour as you begin to cut the roll into twelve pieces. You don’t notice the way Kuvira watches you, a small smile that's reserved only for you as she watches you begin to spread the pieces out with the palm of your hand.

By now you're the one humming the song. Kuvira’s noticed how much you like this new song that plays on the radio, how you hum or softly sing the lyrics when it comes on. You catch her staring and raise a brow, a slight flush dusting your cheeks. “What?”

“Nothing,” she shakes her head. “You just look so beautiful.” You stop your movements, your mouth open in surprise. Neither of you has gone as far as complimenting the other, for the most part, an outsider might just think you’re roommates with how the two of you have been acting these last few months.

Abandoning the dough you try to fill your head with confident words as you turn to your soulmate and take the step to be closer to her. Kuvira’s grip on the spoon loosens as she watches you step closer and slowly bring your flour-covered hands to rest on her cheeks. “You look... Really pretty.”

And she does, she’s started to wear her hair down for you and she’s dressed in a white tank top and light green sweatpants which might not be appealing to some but it shows off her muscles and curves in a way that she knows you like.

Taking the chance you lean forward and gently press your lips against hers. You haven’t kissed since the hospital which was midsummer, the months have gone by so slowly and with it, your anger has dissipated into a dull flame within you.

Hesitantly she kisses you back, one of her hands goes to rest on your hip but she doesn’t hold it in fear of you pulling away. She’s had dreams of you finally kissing her again, none involve standing in the middle of the kitchen with flour covering one of you but she doesn’t care.

She just wants you. Slowly you pull your lips away from hers but don’t move an inch away from her body.

“I’ve missed this,” she admits, “I’m sorry.” She doesn’t say what she’s sorry about but you know, there’s honestly too much for her to apologize for her to fit it into one simple sentence.

And you know you’ll need quite a few more I’m sorry‘s before you reach that next step but right now you won’t ask for more. Right now you wrap your arms around her neck and begin to sway to the song on the radio. It’s one of your favorites.

Kuvira slowly wraps her arms around your waist and tucks her face into the crook of your neck, breathing you in like she hasn’t seen you in years. To be fair it’s felt like that to her.

A part of her wants to shower you in I love you’s but she doesn’t think it’s time for that just yet. Dr. Hanika said it’s best to let you make the first move this time around, to give you the control and decision making she originally took from you all those years ago. So instead she pulls you just a fraction closer to help keep her mouth shut.

You take the soft barrier of pillows down, neither of you moves to touch the other but it’s comforting to know that you won’t push her off the bed if her arm brushes against your own.

Your parents come over for the winter solstice with presents aplenty and grins on their faces. They pull you into their arms and press loving kisses on your cheek, your dad does the same to Kuvira whilst your mom simply sends a forced smile her way before going to love on Lily. She understands your mother's hatred towards her, she just hopes one day they can talk it out for you.

The two of you had spent the day making cookies and homemade hot chocolate to prepare for your parents, the house smells of cinnamon and sugar as plates upon plates of cookies are set at the counter waiting to be eaten. Your father replaces the wilting bouquet with one filled with red, white, and gold and your mother sets the presents down in front of the window.

You both felt bad for not being able to get them presents, but your father had assured both of you that they understood. Besides, they just wanted to make up for the lost time. So you all sit around the table eating the feast the two of you had prepared and drinking wine, your dad is regaling Kuvira with a story of your tenth winter solstice where you had accidentally drunk your mother's wine.

Your mom places her head in her hands and groans “I felt like the worst mother in the world.”

“Hey, you're not,” you say with a grin. “You held my hair back a few hours later and the worst mother in the world wouldn’t do that.” The table erupts into boisterous laughter as she playfully glares at you. Kuvira takes a sip of her wine as she chuckles, her cheeks hurt from smiling.

She turns a blind eye when she notices your dad slipping Lily a chunk of meat, knowing you're trying to train her to not beg. He pats the hound’s head as the conversation continues, this time your mom is telling everyone about some of her weirdest experiences with drunk people in Zaofu.

The night continues much the same until finally, you all decide to retire to the living room. Kuvira decides to sit on the armchair so the three of you can snuggle up on the couch. You surprise her by walking over and sitting on her lap, laying your back against her chest. She rests her chin on your shoulder and wraps her arms around your waist, a smile of contentment gracing her lips.

Your mother ignores the display and hands you the first present on the pile, explaining that it’s for Lily. You quirk a brow at that before ripping the paper off and opening the box up.

Inside is a knitted dark green sweater with the words “I’m the favorite” stitched across the chest in white. You snort, bringing a hand up to cover your mouth and even Kuvira laughs at the sight. The I in favorite has been replaced by a middle finger, this is 100% your mothers doing, it has her humor plus your dad can’t knit.

“Thank you,” you say as you begin to calm down. “I think she’ll love this.” Your dad takes it from you to put it on Lily who wags her tail back and forth in excitement at the attention. It fits her perfectly and the words can be seen from your seat on Kuvira’s lap.

Next, is a cranberry sweater made for you that is super comfortable, a few pairs of thick socks for the both of you to share. New books and a new pair of gardening gloves. At some point during the unwrapping, you hear the shudder of a camera a few times, your father holding it up to capture memories for the two of you.

There’s only two presents left in the pile and this time your dad hands this one specifically to Kuvira, who pinches her brows together in confusion. You shift a bit on her lap to give her more room to open it up, watching with bated breath to see what it could possibly be.

Inside is a new sketchbook that’s leather-bound with a sleek metal clasp that locks. It’s wider and thicker than her current one which is running out of space and beneath the book is more charcoal pencils to add to her depleting collection.

She thickly swallows as her hand runs over the beautifully engraved leather that has her initials in swirly letters at the bottom. It’s simple and it’s hers.

With the Beifong’s it was usually things for sparring or extravagant gifts that anyone but Kuvira would prefer like fancy tunics and those massive metal necklaces they all wore. She’d sit in the back of the group staring at the gifts that felt like they didn’t really belong to her with a heavy heart.

But this is 100% hers. You brush a pesky strand of hair out of her face for her before turning to give your dad a thankful smile.

You knew he’d get her something but you worried about what it might be. Seeing her reaction is enough to know that your father's streak of perfect gift giving has not been broken. Carefully, as if worried she may break it, Kuvira places it back inside its box for now and looks up, offering your father the faintest of grateful smiles. He understands though and beams at her appreciation.

The last gift is also for Kuvira, it’s a heavy box that she slowly rips open, taking her time unlike you with your gifts. When she lifts the lid she’s met with soft emerald green fabric, slowly pulling it out you help her by taking the empty box, setting it on the floor. It’s a knitted sweater like yours. It looks like it’s a size too big for her but you once told her that’s how your mom knits, the bigger the better.

She doesn’t know what to say or do, you mentioned offhandedly how your mom makes everyone in the family sweaters for Winter Solstice, but she didn’t expect to get one as well. Not only is she not a family member, but she’s not even a friend. That nagging voice in her brain tells her that she probably didn’t make this. Maybe your mom bought it from a store or maybe you guilted her into making one.

But it’s soft and it’s beautiful and it’s hers. Nothing extravagant (although at times Kuvira does miss the finer things in life) or flashy. The emerald goes great with your cranberry, and she wonders if your mother thought of that or if it's just a coincidence.

Kuvira grips the fabric and looks up to see your mom watching with a pensive look. She takes a sip of her wine as Kuvira softly says “Thank you, for the gifts.” It’s directed at the both of them but her eyes stay on your mother who simply nods.

Shortly after, your parents call it a night and leave and you carefully extract yourself from her hold to hug them both. When you pull your mother into a hug you whisper softly “thank you, mom. It means a lot.” She nods, she doesn’t hug Kuvira, not ready for that, and offers her a nod of the head before leaving with your father.

As you're cleaning up the mess of wrapping paper and half-empty wine glasses, Kuvira shyly slips the sweater on to see if it fits and is surprised by how comfortable it is. The sleeves go past her wrist and graze at her knuckles and the sweater stops at the tops of her thighs. She looks down at the sweater, so many emotions that she can’t keep track of race through her mind and it’s so loud that she accidentally tunes you out.

Your back is facing her as you begin to wash the dishes, you're talking to her about what you’ll do with all these leftover cookies. When she doesn’t reply to your joke about having a cookie eating contest you look over your shoulder and stop scrubbing the dish in your hands.

The color makes her hair look slightly darker and brings out her eyes. She’s running her fingers over the fabric with a blank face and you wish to know what’s going on in that head of hers. She looks softer, less harsh with it on.

For so long you’ve seen her dressed ready to fight with a hardened look on her features, but right now she looks warm and cozy. She looks like safety and comfort personified, like if she wraps her arms around you a cocoon of soft blankets and loving whispers will encase the two of you.

You stop with the dishes and wipe your hands dry before walking up to Kuvira, when your hands go to gently touch hers it brings her out of her thoughts. Her eyes are clouded with emotion as you pull her into your arms. She wraps her arms around your waist and tightly grips at your shirt as she begins to cry.

To her, this is the first step in repairing a relationship she deeply misses, Kuvira and your mother were once close when she was in the guard. She sometimes brought her lunches which she now knows must have been made by your dad and always had her back. She cheered the loudest at her ceremony and even offered to have her come over for dinner to which Kuvira declined, not wanting to impose.

When she left those years ago she didn’t realize what she was severing, what she was destroying, and she knows she can’t change it, but she wishes she had stayed in Zaofu. They could have had three winter solstices together by now if she had just stayed put.

You wouldn’t be in the process of forgiving her because she would have left Baatar for you and you’d probably already be married or on your way to it. She knows that such a thing has been put on the back burner and won’t happen for a long time now, but she hates herself for destroying all those possibilities.

But you don’t seem to mind the past as you pull her closer and soothingly rub her back. Your embrace reminds her of the present and what will hopefully be the future. At this moment she’s realized how far the two of you have come within the past few months. It reminds her that Dr. Hanika said not to let the past consume you and that when Kuvira smiles you look so happy to witness such a thing. That despite all her wrongdoings you're still here which is more than she ever expected.

That night Kuvira falls asleep in that sweater with your arms wrapped around her. She dreams of a future where she’s gained your mother’s respect and your forgiveness.

Spring comes like a force to be reckoned with. Your garden is teeming with the buds of the seeds you planted last fall as you happily spend your days back outside. The sessions with Dr. Hanika have proceeded and all gone smoothly, today was meant to be your first couples session since last summer. Both of you are nervous about what might happen during it so you throw yourselves into separate activities to pass the time.

Lily is lying by your side, leisurely eating grass as you pull at the weeds that have attacked your precious garden. While you're doing that Kuvira is inside drawing with a cup of tea by her side, she’s gotten better but is by no means a professional, she hasn’t even shown you any of her work due to the insecurities she has regarding her skill. You understand thankfully, never once have you asked to look inside or pressured her.

When the doorbell rings, the both of you freeze, your nerves amplifying at the realization that there is no going back. Kuvira snaps her sketchbook shut, locking it with her bending before going to open the door. She’s been dreading this day the most. In her dreams last night she envisioned a session far worse than the last. In it, you verbally decimated her before saying it was over, that you could never love someone so monstrous.

To bring her comfort she’s wearing your mother's green sweater with a pair of your leggings. When she asked this morning if she could borrow them you didn’t seem to mind which eased her nerves a bit. You wouldn’t be willing to share clothes with her if you were planning to end it today. At least that’s what she told herself.

While Dr. Hanika is getting situated in the armchair you finally come inside and place your gloves on your herb shelves. Your pants have dirt-stains on them and you know it’d probably be best to change but you want to get this over with so you take a seat on the couch, next to Kuvira.

“Well, I can already tell you guys have been doing better,” she smiles. You tuck your hands under your legs as she begins to talk. She asks you both questions about your day like what does that consist of? How do you guys communicate now? Are you happy? You both take turns answering those questions and when you get to the last you answer honestly and say “Yes, I am.”

Kuvira doesn’t show it but inside she’s doing cartwheels at your words. She looks over at you and replies after you “I’m happy.”

“And what does your sex life look like right now?” That question stuns both of you. Kuvira just stares at the coffee table with wide eyes, not knowing how to reply as you flush a deep red.

“Uhm we haven’t…” You shake your head. “Not since before.” Before the end of my empire, Kuvira thinks. Not since that night almost a year ago where she thought you had finally left her, the night before it all went to shit. Not since your dream that finally made you snap, not that she blames you.

Not since “I can’t look at you right now!” and the crack in her heart that followed those words.

“Y/n, what is holding you back from taking that next step?” Dr. Hanika readies her pen as she patiently waits for your reply. Honestly, you’ve wanted to for the last couple of weeks but then you go to sleep and dream of her with him. Your mind keeps reminding you of her betrayal despite desperately wanting to move forward.

Nervously you wring your hands and let out a deep sigh. “Uhm, I just keep picturing him.” You try to keep your voice neutral, try to not spit out that last word even though every part of you wants to. Kuvira stiffens beside you and coughs. “I want to but every time I close my eyes it’s images of them together.”

“How does that make you feel, Kuvira?”

“Honestly? Awful…” Kuvira quickly adds “but not angry or anything. I just feel awful because I’ve done this to her and us.” She has to add that she’s not angry. In the past, she was almost always angry, and she needs you to know she’s not mad at you. This is her fault, and she’s aware of that now.

“From my understanding, your sex life was a bit complicated in the past. Kuvira you’ve told me that you’d withhold yourself as a form of punishment, is that correct?” She nods. “It seems like you used sex as a reward which is an unhealthy way to look at such an intimate activity. I think the two of you shouldn’t rush this and only do it once you fully trust Kuvira again.”

You nod, not being able to look at either of them at the moment. You want to trust her and for the two of you to be happy and in love but no matter how hard you try you can’t step over that line. It’s terrifying and you're worried that once you finally do trust her again this peacefulness will disappear and be replaced with the animosity that once used to rule your relationship.

“Okay…” You say. Kuvira nods in agreement. The session continues much as it did before that question was asked. It’s a bit tense now and the hour passes on with forced replies up until the end.

“I have some trust exercises. I want the two of you to practice for the next couple of weeks, maybe even months. You both need to be patient and understand that trust is a very hard thing to earn back and give to someone who’s deeply hurt you. The fact that both of you are still trying just shows how much you want to make this work.”

She begins to write a list of things on her notepad before ripping off the page and handing it to you. Both of you lean forward to read over the list together as Dr. Hanika packs up for the day.

Talk about your fears, be open, and accepting of what your partner has to say.

Look into each other's eyes for thirty seconds, try to work yourself up to three minutes.

Tell your partner why you love them.

Ask for what you need to do in order to gain Y/n’s trust again.

Have a calm conversation where you ask each other questions

Compliment each other

“Next week I’d like to do one on one sessions and the week after that we’ll do another couple's session. I’d like for the two of you to work on these until then. Remember to not rush this, it’s okay to take your time.” She shows herself out, softly shutting the door behind her. Silence falls as the two of you anxiously re-read the words.

“Should we do one now?” Kuvira asks. You shrug and softly set the piece of paper on the coffee table.

“I guess? But I don’t know which one to start with. I mean there’s so many.” Kuvira rakes a hand through her hair and sighs. She looks over it again, that top one scares Kuvira, she doesn’t know if she wants to hear your fears or tell you hers.

“Number two looks easy, we could try that?” And so you do. The both of you twist around on the couch until you are directly facing each other, knees touching as you mentally psych yourself up. “Thirty seconds isn’t too long.”

You nod and take a deep breath before looking up and locking eyes with Kuvira. The first few seconds it seems easy and you feel silly for getting worked up at the prospect but as time ticks on you start to see why she listed it in the first place.

Prolonged eye contact is intimate. Staring into Kuvira’s eyes for this long makes you feel bare and you quickly realize how much you don’t like that. Ripping your eyes away at the 25 seconds mark, you tense up.

“I’m sorry.”

“No it’s fine, it’s okay.” Kuvira hesitates before placing a hand on your shoulder and offering a comforting squeeze. “It’s gonna take some time, I understand.” She wishes it didn’t, she wishes it didn’t pain you to simply look at her for only thirty seconds. But she swallows that down and offers you a reassuring smile.

“Thank you,” you say, you don’t even realize the iron grip you had on your ankles during the attempt and release them with a shaky sigh. “We’ll get there, right?”

“Right.”

You mess up four days later. Continuing with the eye contact exercises you work your way up to thirty-five seconds which feels like such a victory. You try to compliment her cooking, and she compliments the way your garden is coming along. It’s going so well and you're so tired of this that you go too fast too soon and you have no one else to blame but yourself.

Both of you have a glass of wine with dinner which leaves you slightly buzzed but not tipsy. When you're getting ready for bed your eyes follow Kuvira’s legs that are starting to lose some of their definition.

She’s wearing a pair of shorts due to the recent heat with a tank top and suddenly that desire you’ve tried to ignore these past few weeks comes rearing up with no control. And so you sit on the bed with your knees tucked underneath you and grab Kuvira’s hand as she goes to grab the covers to pull back. She looks at you with furrowed brows as you pull her closer until she’s sitting on the bed as well.

In her mind, she thinks that maybe you want to practice eye contact again but is left in a state of shock when you place your lips against her own. Her breath hitches when your hands go to cradle her face as you shuffle closer. Kuvira desperately wants to kiss you back but knows she can’t, so she gently pushes you away, you reluctantly let her.

Panting, you ask “don’t you want to?”

“Of course I do but Y/n are you ready? Dr. Ha-”

“I’m ready, I promise,” you place a gentle kiss on her jaw, a place you know she loves. She lets out a shaky sigh. “I want you Kuvira, please.” And fuck, who’s she to deny you when you say please? So Kuvira gently grips your chin and presses her lips against your own. She doesn’t push you and leads like she used to so you thread your fingers through her hair and tug, eliciting a moan from your lover.

You climb onto her lap as you begin to pick up the pace and gently tug on her lower lip with your teeth. Kuvira wraps her arms around your waist, her hands resting on your ass to keep you close. That heat that you’ve missed begins to pool within you, your whole body feels like it’s been lit with desire and you don’t want that feeling to ever leave.

When Kuvira squeezes your ass, ripping a moan out of you it gives her the perfect opportunity to prod her tongue in your mouth. Your tongues meld together in a way that shoots right down to your core, it feels so right, so hot and maybe your therapist was wrong about waiting.

When Kuvira goes to pull away she sucks on your tongue and slowly lets go of it. You both look into each other's eyes as you pant before Kuvira attaches her lips to your neck. Tilting your head to the side you breathe out her name as she bites down on that spot that drives you up the wall.

The moan that leaves your lips is sure to wake the neighbors. Kuvira feels smug about it. Let them all know how good she can make you feel. When she pulls away she stops to admire her handiwork and smirks at the big purple hickey that could be seen from across a room. She leaves open mouth kisses up your neck and your jaw, before pulling you back into a bruising kiss.

You both make out for who knows how long, you just know that you want to feel every part of her after such a long time. The kiss is fiery and full of long contained passion that’s bursting at the seams. You only pull away for a moment to breathe before pulling her back in, not being able to take a second away from her lips. At some point, you push Kuvira down onto the bed and lay your body against hers.

You make sure not to fully put all your weight on her, placing a hand down above her head as neither of you pulls away from the other. Her hands trace up and down your sides, fingertips skimming the tops of your breasts in a teasing manner that has you grinding down for any type of friction.

You make yourself pull away from her, wanting to finally feel her body like you dreamed of. The sight before you has you groaning, her hair is a mess, spread out across the pillows and her cheeks are flushed. Kuvira’s lips are bruised, and she stares at you with eyes so dark with lust it feels like they're swallowing you whole.

“Beautiful…” You whisper, Kuvira continues to pant as she watches you. Your hands slide down her body, feeling at the muscles that are just barely there before reaching the hem of her tank top. You slide a hand underneath, your fingers running across her stomach.

Kuvira leans her hips up and glares. “Take it off,” she growls out impatiently. You grin as your fingers grip the ends of her shirt and pull it off, she leans up to help you and you toss it somewhere behind you. She’s not wearing any wrappings and spirits, she looks so beautiful.

“Fuck, I want you so bad.”

Her words seem to snap something into place that was askew this whole time. Suddenly painful images flash through your mind, ones you’ve tried so hard to bury.

Baatar’s above her as he takes one of her nipples into his mouth with that sickening grin. She moans out his name as a hand reaches up to grip his stupid hair. Kuvira arches her back in pleasure as his other hand trails down to her clothed sex.

Next thing you know you’re jumping off of her and scrambling off the bed as a pained whimper escapes your lips. Kuvira bolts up, confusion written on her face before she sees tears begin to fall. Her face drops at the sight. “Y/n…”

You shake your head, not being able to talk for fear of letting out some kind of ugly sound before rushing off to the bathroom where you empty the contents of your stomach into the toilet. You stay seated on the floor with the bathroom door locked as you cry into your hands.

The next morning you can only maintain eye contact for ten seconds.

One step forward, two steps back.

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