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poppinspops · 2 months

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Treech dating headcannons

My opinions on how treech would be like in a relationship, in and out of the hunger games, meaning lamina didn't get picked!

kiss me is playing rn, It's so his song yall Trust!

Um... accidentally made a bit of a fanfic rather then a headcannon oneshot... oops??

Warnings: none really just bad Grammer and maybe spelling mistakes as it's like almost 1am and I'm too tired to look over this

before the hunger games back in D7

Treech and you met in grade school back when treech talked a whole lot more

Treech definitely was a big talker up until he hit twelve years old. He hardened a bit more and started working, being pulled out of school like a lot of kids his age usually did, like how you did.

You two shared your first kiss in a tree at the ripe age of twelve, that's when treech finally seemed to get what his father and mother would always tell him about meeting the right girl, how he'd want to cherish and protect her from everything and everyone

Just like how he felt right now looking at you with his small hands on yours, beet red in the cheeks just looking at you

Looking away as he thought back on his father's words, he now understood him better to a point still he couldn't fully grasp the whole thing but all that mattered to him was making you smile that big smile you always did when he made silly faces or when he picked up big logs of wood (not very big but still)

"Treech, when you meet the right girl-" his father started, but treech interrupted him like always his face scrunched up in disgust likr how boys usually acted when on the topic of girls at twelve "EW! I don't need a girl!" But treechs father just laughed at his son before continuing ruffling treechs hair a bit as the boy huffed. "You'll want to change to protect her. You'll want to spend every waking moment with her... you'll understand when your older" treech looked up at his dad with confusion, not quite understand what he meant in that moment

You worked for your father's lumber yard people sold you wood for coins, your father usually was there working the shop as you carved small little trinkets in the corner of the shop, treech would come in and sell the wood he had. Most of the time, if he had any free time in that moment, he'd come and sit next to you, watching you carve a small bird. He watched you intently smiling at your flustered face when you couldn't get the angle just right admiring your features from. The chair

When he relized his feelings for you after that kiss he started working not long after, his parents like many others pulling him out of school to go and chop wood for a living a 'lumberjack' was what you called him

And soon after he started callin you 'carver' for your wood carvings

He didn't speak much after that kiss but he seemed to spend every second of his free time to just stay by your side, even going as far as to put your shoes back on your feet when you'd take them off to run in a lake, making you blush and look away thanking him under your breath missing his slight smirk and dark eyes looking at you like you where his whole world.

He knew what his father truly meant by and even more wanting to devote himself to her and wanting for you to do the same for him.

It has taken a few years but finally you two got together when you were fourteen when you couldn't take it anymore and had run up to treech one day in the rain taking him by the shoulders and screaming your feelings at him.

You two where almost inseparable, it made your father smile as he saw you happily chatting away with your lover boy at the counter though he did always have to walk over and tell you to get back to work cuz chatting away with your lumberjack ain't making money you'd sigh and kiss treechs cheek before waving bye to him watching him quickly walk out the door ears slightly red.

The reapings and meeting the tributes

You had heared the man from the capital you couldn't remeber his name buy you did know that his clothes looked expensive, making you grit your teeth at how he smiled whilst talking about a literal death game they forced children to participate and die in.

You stood still as he called the female tribute first

The man on the stage cleared his mouth as he spoke Into the sqeaky mic flinching back a little at the noises the mic made before saying the female tribute of your district "Lamina" He spoke into the mic making your head spin around to a girl that was shaking like a leaf. She was a red haired girl just a year younger then you making you bit your lip as she shakingly walked out of the line the girls all stood in slowly walking up the dirt path looking around until her eyes met your own making you gulp before speaking up impulsively "i.. Lamina! I volunteer as tribute!" You hadn't thought that through at all. All you were thinking about were those scared eyes knowing she wouldnt last long in the arena or at least you thought she wohldnt, you didnt get to see the relieved look lamina had before you were grabbed and dragged onto the stage not getting the chance to walk your feet being dragged in the dirt the man in the fancy outfit looking surprised at you before coughing a bit and continuing

treechs' name got called soon after everyone was done being shocked at your 'stunt' or rather your act of compassion and pure kindness. You felt a tear drop down your cheek as you stared over at him from the other side of the stage, accidentally catching him looking at you with a terrified but also almost angry look

Treech didn't get the chance to say anything

You two where sitting in the old dirty train, your back against treechs front as you let tears fall down your cheeks at the situation you had just out yourself in.. almost regretting your choice to volunteer, almost.

Treech gad helped you out of the cattle car holding out his hand for you to use to hop out of the cattle car, he made sure you stuck to his side not letting his guard down looking around as the other tributes got out of the other parts of the cattle train or whatever you two had just been sitting for hours on.

You looked around and caught the gaze of a little girl and a boy next to her that only had one arm you waved at them the girl waving at you with a smile as the boy only nodded at you

Treech only stared at the others, not saying a word as he held your waist, tightening his grip when the Capitol guards would come too close to him and you

You two got ushered into another car along with the other district tributes, though you here seated next to the one-eyed boy from District 10. He'd been staring at you with his one eye his gaze harsh like he was trying to see if you where good enough to him the whole ride making you gulp and look away eyes back on treech and the District boy that snuck on the cart for who knows what

You had smirked when the boy had been pinned to the car wall by the tall boy named reaper, you already liked reaper you two had said a few sentences to each other 'surved him right capital filth.' You had thought as you clapped gleefully at this, treech gave you a look smirking. You two hadn't noticed that you both had caught the attention of a certain red-haired tribute

Okay ima end it here. My hand hurts, but umm.. may do a part two if yall want one anyways I accidentally made a fic instead of a headcannon, my bad..

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princesssmars · 1 year

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love's philosophy

a catherine the great x reader

during a political trip to russia, you meet the rather peculiar emperor and his no less than extraordinary new bride.

wc: 5.779

contains: fluff bc catherine is a cutie who can do no wrong. me hating on peter. peter cheats (boo). catherine almost cheats (yay). i binged the show months ago so some things might not be accurate im sorry yall.

the only thing you could see outside of the carriage window were woods. cold, thin, and mostly dead.

what you guess would be the typical landscape for an russian spring.

but, occasionally, youd catch the patches of green of the rising grass, the small buds of blooming tree blossoms, and the rare small animal making its way from its winter slumber.

you hoped these signs of new and returning life were signs of what was to happen on this trip.

you and two of your most entrusted advisors had been sent to negotiate some new trade deals with peter, the emperor of russia. he had taken the throne after his fathers passing a few years ago, and youd heard many things about him through the grapevine.

(granted, none of the things you heard were very pleasant. in your opinion, he sounded like a bit of a man-child, unfit for the throne after his father's passing. but you kept these thoughts to you. this would help your country prosper, and create a hopefully helpful alliance.)

"i just want to remind you, princess, that things work very differently here in russia," your best friend and first advisor, anna, whispers from beside you, her big fur coat and scarf nearly obstructing your view of her face. her worried eyes peeked out from the gaps and you'd had to try not to laugh when you saw it. "its nothing like genovia here. the people are crass, rude, vulgar-"

"sounds like this will be a fun trip then." you jest, cutting off your dear friends ramblings and smiling when she glares at you. she always was a bit of a worrywart. but it was endearing.

"normally id critique our dear annas worrying, but this time she is right." a deep voice pipes up from in front of you both. the person in question is your other friend and advisor, thomas. he was the more critical and pessimistic of the two, but he was a softie at heart. "things work differently here, so we should tread wuth caution. i should give you some warnings before we enter the palace."

"alright, what do i need to know?" you sigh, relaxing into your seat. this could take a while.

"as you most likely already know, the new czar peter has taken over after the death of his father, also named peter. stop smiling, yn. the boy is much different than his father, known for his rather...extravagant ways. just try not to piss him off. he should be a bit more mello after marrying his new bride."

your head perks up. "bride? i didn't hear anything about a bride. why haven't i heard that hes been married? shouldn't you have told me this?"

thomas' eyes widen as he tries to argue against it before realizing that yes, he somehow forgot to tell you. he tries to ignore anna's teasing face.

"my apologies for forgetting, princess. yes, he has recently married a girl from france. her name is catherine. from what i've heard shes a rather timid girl, at least to russian standards. there should be no trouble on the front."

his knowing stare on you makes you pout. so yes, you might have slightly flirted with the wife of the ruler of italy. and you might have ended up in the same bed with her. whoops. but to be fair, she told you how dreadfully boring her husband was and how she was looking for something exciting and new in her life, looking at you with those big, wanting eyes...

"yn! stop daydreaming!" annas elbow nudges you, pulling you from your memory. your face feels hot when both of your friends laugh at you.

"oh please, you both know me. ill be on my best behavior. princess's promise."

so you might have fumbled with the promise. just a little.

after a long...loooong ride, you all had finally arrived at the russian winter palace, the grand estate nearly taking your breath away. or maybe that was the biting cold. your admiration was cut short by a gruff voice welcoming you. it came from a tall and stout man, his white wig contrasting against his flushed face and permanent frown.

"welcome to the palace, your royal highness. my name is velementov, peters war general. i've been tasked with escorting you inside safely. if you'll follow me."

he immediately starts towards the entrance, forgetting to check if you were following. as hes walking he nearly trips over some of the gravel on the ground. thomas whips his head over to you and anna when he hears a muffled giggle.

"sorry, that one was me." anna whispers, trying to compose herself.

you and your party follow the general in to the palace, walking through the grand halls and admiring the art within them. including the massive statue of peter the first.

"oh, this is just a great piece of work," anna awes, craning her neck up to observe the statue in greater detail. "how long did it take to complete?"

"i don't really remember. maybe two years." the general grunts, taking a pause before continuing on his way. the look on thomas' face makes you think hes regretting this decision.

eventually the peculiar general stops at two large doors, leading to what you presume is peters chambers.

"um, shouldn't we do this somewhere more formal? a meeting room or parlor, for example." thomas says, walking a bit faster while speaking to walk directly next to velementov.

"ideally yes, but first i must check if the prince is ready to meet you. he could still be hungover. or fucking. or both."

the three of you are a bit too stunned to react.

when velementov opens the doors, the muffled sounds of grunting, moaning, and a loud thumping on the walls rings through the hallway leading to peters bedroom. velemontov grunts, whispering something to one of the guards before escorting the three of you back into the wider hallways.

"peters busy. until he's ready you may be escorted by a guard around the toyr of the palace. they will lead you to the meeting room when we're ready. goodbye."

velementov briskly (as briskly as a clearly hungover man can go) walks away, not even checking to see if what he said was alright with you. three guards come up to you, their faces and postures remaining stoic.

"ohhhhhkay. alright, this is fine!" anna chirps, clearly trying to hold herself and the two of you together. "we are just. alone in a strangers castle in a strange country. this is ok. i wont freak out."

"good, because there is nothing to freak out about." thomas reassures her, sounding more like hes trying to convince himself. "we expected this, so lets make the most of it, hm? its a beautiful palace, and we can explore it while each looking for some of peters advisors."

"so try to find the people who hopefully have common sense?" you question, eyeing the way the guards eyebrows raise in shock at your not so subtle disrespect.

"exactly." thomas agrees, the three of you agreeing before heading off in seperate directions of the russian castle.

what you see along your short journey is nothing short of shocking yet amusing. multiple couples unsuccessfully hiding in the shadows while having intercourse, drunk soldiers and children running through the halls, with parents and hungover residents looking on in annoyance.

eventually you pass two large open doors which you can see lead to a library. walking in you see its quite expansive, with practically no one inside.

(to be expected, you didn't think most of the people here could read a paragraph let alone complete a book.)

you walk inside and observe, walking through the aisles and touching the spines of the novels. most of it seems to be in russian, of course, but maybe there was an international section...

while thinking, your mind spaces out and is only brought back when the body of another knocks into yours, the books they were carrying falling to the floor.

"oh my gosh, im so sorry. i wasn't looking where i was headed, here let me help you with those," rushes from your mouth, quickly dropping to the floor to help pick up the books for them; A Guide To Russian History and The Insides of Russian Aristocracy.

"no, no, don't apologize. I wasn't looking where i was headed because i was reading this book about...nevermind." the stranger says before joining you on the floor before also trying to pick up their books.

its only after the stranger speaks and you see their pale, slender hand on top of yours that you look up to meet eyes, your e/c meeting piercing blue.

its a woman, and not just any woman but a gorgeous one. she has fair skin, smooth and with nearly no blemishes at all, surprising since most of the other members of the court you've passed at least had a tint to their cheeks whether it be from sickness, alcohol, or both.

she has a striking face, both angular yet soft. it makes her beauty both intimidating yet welcoming. and at this moment you don't know which one you feel.

the both of you still for a moment, observing the other for longer than what was most likely deemed polite. you were speechless until you noticed one of the most striking things about her - her naturally blonde hair. youve seen a few other women here who were blonde but you could tell they were wearing wigs. with no shame of course, it was a regular among members of court life nowadays. but hers had that growth and effortlessness that let you know it was all hers.

"you aren't from here, are you? im guessing western europe, maybe france, germany?" you suddenly ask, finding yourself intrigued with this beautiful stranger you've met in an otherwise empty library. her face lights up at your question, making you glad she didn't find it rude.

"yes, born and raised in germany, how could you tell?" her questions makes you raise your brow, looking from her eyes to her hair. she catches on and laughs, looking down in slight embarrassment. "right, sorry. silly question."

"it wasn't silly, don't worry. i just asked because i was curious why you don't look like the rest of the court members. are you visiting from your home?" you quickly reassure her, not liking the slightly sad look that appeared on her face when she called herself silly. she looked much better with a smile.

her brows slightly scrunch together, looking to the floor before back to you with a sure smile. "yes, im visiting for a while. sent to study the russian culture and all, trying to help with politics."

"another thing we have in common, and thank god for it. i swear i was so nervous about me and my party being the only foreigners here." you exclaim, resting your hands on the mystery woman's shoulders in excitement. "would you mind chatting with me and telling me what you've learned? im sure there's some things i can tell you as well."

her eyes are wide and her face is bright as she stares into your eyes, nodding along to answer your questions. its just when you realize your hands are still on her shoulders and when she reaches hers up to gently grab your elbows, yet again dropping the books in her hands. you both look at the fallen materials for a second before looking back to each other and giggling.

you had spent who knows how many hours talking with the blonde woman, who you'd come to know was named sophie, about subjects ranging from politics to your home countries to even your favorite foods. you found her point of view on things interesting, her positivity coming off a bit naive but refreshing. but beneath it you sense a bit of sadness.

"are you feeling alright?" your questions cuts her off from what she was saying. she was enthusing about how she misses the landscapes form her home, how when she looks out the palace windows she can feel bits of herself start to wither away just like the outside landscape. she says it so calmly that you cant help but ask the question.

in response shes quiet, staring at you like you just asked her is she preferred to eat chicken eggs or duck eggs for breakfast.

"jesus, when's the last time someone asked you that question?" you put a hand on her shoulder, your tone playful in the hope she wouldn't answer. but the look on her face gave you your answer.

"if im being honest...it's been quite a while. if i tell you this, will you promise to keep it secret?" she asks, her voice unsteady with the hesitance of telling a stranger the problems of her current life.

"cross my heart and hope to die." you dramatically cross your hands over your bust, smiling when she manages a laugh at your theatrics.

she sighs, putting her hands in her lap and closing her eyes. "i have a husband, back home. arranged marriage." her eyes peak open to look at you, and you hurry to fix the look on your face from one of disappointment to understanding. "i was so hopeful before the wedding, but then i met and moved in with him and it's nothing how i imagined it would be. he's nothing like i hoped for. and i know i now have a duty to my country and people but i only have one other person to voice my sadness and just...anger to. but it doesn't feel like enough. i feel like i need to do more to fix my life or i'll go insane."

at the end of her rant she lets out a long sigh, relaxing her shoulders and slumping back into the wall behind you. she looks at you for your reaction to see you smiling at her. "what could possibly be amusing right now?"

"nothing, nothing. it's not everyday you meet a beautiful monarch on the edge of killing her husband. well, i take that back." she rolls her eyes and gently smacks your arm at your jest.

"i just poured out feelings i've only told my most trusted servant and you're going to joke around with me?"

"i've found that during the most dire times, nothing makes me feel better than saying 'fuck all' and laughing."

she sits in silence, staring at you as she seems to think over your words. it feels like the two of you are drifting closer together, her blue eyes flicking from your eyes to lower to lower-

"yn! yn are you nearby?" the loud voice of anna from outside the library causes both of you to flinch and look to the doors, waiting with held breaths as the sounds of annas heels pass by. the sound of her crying out your name grows quieter, but you both know you have to depart soon.

"i suppose that means i have to go now," you groan, standing up and smoothing out the fabric of your dress as you look sophie. shes just looking at you with those big blue eyes of hers until she collects herself as well, "its time for me to see the emperor, i suppose. will i see you around the palace any time soon?"

"yes, you'll be seeing me around. at least i hope so." her gentle admission makes you smile, and she clasps her hands together in slight nervousness. "i don't have many friends here. its nice to talk to someone who understands."

you smile at each other for a few seconds more until the sound of anna's voice rings out in the halls again. wanting to stop her before she causes a ruckus, you sidestep sophie and leave the library quickly, heading towards your duties and leaving her behind in the library.

“where have you been? i've been looking for you all over this god-forsaken palace!” annas harsh whisper spits at you, the shorter woman grabbing your arm and yanking you towards her as she continues walking down one of the wide halls of the palace.

"im sure they heard you over in india, my dear friend," you tease, letting out a squeak when she pinches your arm, "i was just in the library and having a very interesting conversation with a young woman when-"

"dont even finish that sentence. i dont want to to know what you get up to in the shadows with young women." anna groans and stops walking when you get to a quaint but grandiose set of doors. she pushes them open to reveal a grand bedroom, fit with a small area to converse with others over tea and snacks, a wide desk near the window with your bags containing your papers and documents set beside it, and the back of the room contains a large bed and intricate designs on the bedframe and sheets.

“nice of him to give us a grand room after his grand absence.” you deadpan, nodding thanks to anna and flopping down on the chaise near the fireplace. you kick your feet up and let out a long groan, closing your eyes and resting your arm over your eyes.

“dont talk like that, I heard he has spies inside of the walls,” anna jokes, closing the chamber doors and striding to sit in the armchair next to you. “besides, we’ve been formally invited to dine with the emperor, and his wife tonight, along with some of the other important members of his court. this could be your chance to judge his character, see what he's like to plan how you’ll go about your proposals with him for trading.”

you groan louder, smiling over at anna’s burst of laughter. “i have the feeling he'll be too consumed in drinking himself silly and doing whatever else these russians do."

"well then, lets at least get you dressed to the nines so he'll feel completely embarrassed that he turned down the chance to speak to you earlier." anna gets up and moves to your bags, propping them open and pulling out a gown that's not too gaudy but just lavish enough for a dinner with an emperor.

you smile, already imagining the look on the emperors' face when he realizes what an idiot he was for turning you down.

so, it turns out that peter was a bigger idiot than you thought.

upon entering the dining hall you come to see that the room is still mostly empty, save for a few maids preparing the table for dinner and what looks to be the chef getting into a heated debate with another servant.

walking over, the pair seem to stop speaking instantly when they notice you, bowing over as a sign of respect and not moving until you ask them a question.

“hello, i’m princess y/n. i was told i was to dine with the emperor and company, am i too early?”

“n-no your highness, i believe the emperor is a tad bit busy at the moment. he should be joining you soon.” the servant tells you, stuttering over some of his words as he fixes his position to look at you while speaking.

anna quickly takes her place in front of you, clearly able to tell by the shift in your stance that your mood has quickly soured upon hearing that peter has the gall to do this again. shes right in the middle of explaining when noises from the kitchen cause her and the room to go silent. you're on the verge of asking what it was when it comes about again.

moaning.

very damn loud moaning.

if you weren't so furious you'd be laughing your ass off, and by the way anna’s posture goes rigid you can tell she's holding herself back from doing the same. the chef and servant look so red you wouldn't be surprised if they were the tomatoes that were on the menu. you got the feeling that the embarrassment was from you having to bear witness, and that they'd likely been through this before.

“i think…we are going to find our seats now.” you let out a long exhale from your nose and smooth off your dress, putting on an amused and polite smile.

you roughly grab anna’s arm and pull her to the end of one of the tables, you sit yourself down in a chair in the middle of one of the side tables and she sits in the one to your left.

“look, your highness, we can walk through the gardens, w-we can go for another roundabout this damn gaudy castle, but can we please not stay here and listen to russian lovemaking session? and you've got that scheming look in your eye that you know i hate-”

“we’re staying here.” you cut her off, your tone letting her know your say is final. she fake pouts and sits correctly in her seat, staring at the wall ahead of her as you both try to ignore the familiar sounds of skin meeting and the rampant onslaught of moaning and groaning.

it feels like the longest few minutes of your life. as the seconds tick by a few more people slowly start to enter, all wearing posh clothing and powdered wigs that make it seem like they'd walked right out of a cheaper version of france. but you remain polite, smile, and do the basic introductions when they come up to you. you notice how they all ignore the unmistakable sounds of ecstasy from the kitchen as well.

you have to press your lips in a thin line when thomas rushes into the room and sits in the other chair next to you, hurriedly giving his greetings to the other court members and turning to you. he raises his brow in confusion at your teasing look, then follows your eyesight to the timid orlo who had entered the room and had sat near the head table. thomas’s face flushes when he turns back to you.

“stop it, nothing happened,” he whispers,” we discussed what's going to be addressed at your meeting with peter.”

your brow twitches.

“i think emperor peter has his hands full with other responsibilities.”

thomas��s mouth opens to ask you to elaborate when an “oh god, yes!” booms from the kitchen. anna snorts as his face shows mass embarrassment.

“he did tell us russians were very different, y/n.” anna jokes, butting her head from your side to look directly at thomas. “they’re crass, rude, and what was it, T? oh yes, vulgar.”

you’re on the brink of closing your eyes and banging your head on the table when the site of a familiar mop of bright blonde hair grabs your attention and nearly makes you sit straight up from your seat. you don't even hear the sound of your friends asking what the matter is, all you can hear is the sound of your heart beating erratically. it’d scare you half to death if you weren't so excited.

she makes eye contact with you and you smile, nodding politely. she nods back, looking on edge as she moves farther into the room.

“that's the woman i was talking to earlier,” you say, turning your head towards anna. she nods and smiles, and you decide not to acknowledge how it's the you've got another crush don't you bitch smile.

“she’s pretty.” anna whispers.

“she’s sophie.” you tell her.

“she’s princess catherine.” thomas butts in.

what.

you don't get the chance to question him when a man burst through the doors of the hall, his clothes in disarray and his hair even more so.

peter.

his beady blue eyes connect with yours, the man smiling as he would at an old friend and clapping his hands before raising them above his head.

“ah! your highness! welcome to the palace, i hope you've found your stay comfortable so far.” he greets you too little too late, getting distracted halfway through his sentence as a brunette woman in the same state of dishevelment, the pair smiling at each other as she passes to sit next to another man, his smile strained as she presses a kiss to his cheek.

“it’s certainly been memorable so far, your majesty,” you answer, your eyes following him as he moves next to soph-catherine, whose eyes dart between you and her apparent husband. she sits down, seeming to decide there’s no point in making eye contact as she stares at the china on the table.

“well, i hope during your stay you find many more things to remember. boris! bring us our food!” peter shouts, clapping his hands together as he turns toward the kitchen. it's a struggle to keep a courteous smile on your face.

the dinner is odd, to say the least. throughout most of it, peter is boasting about himself and his accomplishments, which honestly don't sound like anything important to you and more like thing your child brother was worrying about the last time you saw him. but he wasn't completely an idiot. just mostly.

the other half of your amusement comes from your new blonde friend. over the course of the dinner she continues to avoid you like the plague, only joining in conversation with you when prompted by peter. you aren't a fool, you know most diplomatic marriages are purely that, but you can help but notice the way she looks at him when he speaks. it's not just fatigue or distaste, its something more. something sharper.

when you and the other nobles have finished eating peter insists on moving the festivities to a parlor room, giving you some semblance of hope for a normal evening. which was quickly thwarted by the dancers and loud music and even more alcohol. its not all bad though, you get to see anna convince thomas to drink some hard liquor, resulting in him spouting from a chair about the history of the wood it was made from.

while laughing you notice from the corner of your eye catherine whisper something to one of the guards near the door before rushing out. looking around you, you see how no one seems to take much notice to the empress’s quick disappearance, so you simply stand up and walk out the door as well.

you underestimate how quickly the empress can walk, only able to catch glimpses of her skirts as she darts around hallway corners. after a few minutes of trailing her you find yourself in the palace gardens, only getting a few seconds to admire the hedges. catherine starts to slow down to catch a breather and you can faintly hear her muttering something to herself before you come up behind her.

“going for a little late night stroll, your majesty?” you question, keeping a cool smile when she turns around and looks at you like a startled doe.

“y/n, i mean, your highness, i didn't take you for a person who admires gardens.”

“and i didn't take you for someone to lie so easily, but i guess today is the day for surprises.”

you both go silent at your rebuttal, only the sounds of crickets in the garden and the faint noise of the still partying emperor in the distance being heard.

“i apologize, your majesty,” you sigh, remembering that you're here to make peace with the Russian and getting catty with them isn't the best idea. “i didn't mean to be rude. I'm just upset that you lied to me about who you were when i made it very clear who i was.”

catherine sighs as well, wringing her hands together as she steps closer yo you. “im sorry as well. for lying to you and avoiding you. its just that…you’re different than the other people around here.”

“i hadn't noticed. was it my complexion or my soberness?” you joke, laughing along with the empress when she giggles.

“more than that, you listened to me.”

the simple sentence felt like a light punch to the gut. it reminds you of the countless times you would sneak away to the village from your palace, conversing with the people in the market so you could have a normal conversation without someone sucking up to you. how you’d even settle for someone telling you off for bumping into their shoulders was appreciated because it was so real. you had to admit you had even found some joy and amusement in peter’s complete disregard for your visitation.

“i understand. truly, i do.” you mimic her previous actions and step closer, the distance between the two of you only about a few feet at this point. you take the chance to take her in more. they fly away hairs that frame her face, the few freckles that dust across her nose, and the softness of her lips…

she starts speaking again, causing you to compose yourself. slightly.

“thank god. it was just that as soon as you started talking to me like a human being i couldn't get enough of it.” she blurts, her lips pursing at the implications of what she said.

“its alright, i felt the same. i still do. I'm up for another chat as we walk if you are.”

she smiles. “i think i’ll take you up on that offer.”

the two of you talk about everything and nothing as you walk, with you teasing her for her rather foolish husband and her laughing along and agreeing. she tells you how often she’s found herself sick of him these past few weeks and that darkness returns to her eyes.

“i mean I've truly met some incompetent leaders but your husband truly takes the cake,” you chuckle as you slightly kick away a pebble. “im surprised no ones tried to overthrow him at this point.”

you keep walking for a few more steps before you notice catherine has stopped behind you, frozen in place. her face is conflicted, her lips in a pout and creases forming between her brows. you gently call her name and are shocked at the sudden intensity behind her eyes. even more so when her head darts to look around in all directions before she rushes to you and pulls you behind a bush and holds you by your shoulders.

“if i tell you something, something that could change you life, do you promise to keep it between us?”

“yes of course,” you answer, and you'd be slightly embarrassed at the speed of your answer if your brain wasn't preoccupied with her closeness.

“if i told you that someone was planning to revolt against peter, what would you say? honestly?”

“that it seems rather overdue at this point.”

her eyes scan your face, looking for something before she lets out a breath. “im planning a coup. against peter.”

you don't reply. you simply look at her, waiting for the crack of a smile or an eye roll or anything she didn't mean what she just said. but it doesn't come.

“you’re quite serious?” you ask.

“deadly. me, my handmaiden, and one of his advisors have been talking about it. we should have one of the generals on our side shortly and i thought with your support as well-”

“my support? catherine as much as i don't think that man should be on the throne, you do realize if this fails i could be targeted and killed?”

“we won't fail,” she states and says it with such assurance you find yourself fully believing her.

“well, how am i supposed to help from all the way in my country? it doesn't seem like peter is much interested in an alliance so me giving you resources isn't exactly on the table.”

“leave that to me. he’s done some horrible things to me in the last few weeks so if i ask for this as a gift i’m sure he’ll accept.” she tells, her grip on your shoulders steady as she gives you a bright smile.

you grin. “you really are something extraordinary, empress catherine.”

“sophie. you can call me sophie.”

her words are no more than a whisper, and its silent yet again. your eyes quickly look from her eyes to her lips to back, and you catch her doing the same. her head starts to lean in, and you slowly start to do the same until her lips graze yours-

“your majesty? catherine where are you?”

its almost violent the way you pull apart from each other, your respective hands quickly smoothing out your clothes to make sure you look presentable. when you finish your eyes look at each other, and she still has that dark look in hers with an added dash of a hunger you know all too well.

“catherine? are you over here-there you are. I've been looking everywhere for you.” orlo comes from around the corner, looking exasperated as he rests his hands on his hips. when he notices you however he resumes an appropriate posture. “your highness, im terribly sorry that i didn't see you. catherine, i will talk to you later-”

“its alright, orlo. i told her and she’s agreed to join us.”

“you what?”

the emperor's discussion room is wide and bright, the sun shining in the windows and creating a warm feeling. it could be because your friends are on both sides of you, or because catherine is sitting beside peter with a barely concealed look of excitement on her face.

“princess y/n! i apologize for yesterday. i was very busy, as you could see.” peter clasps his hands together and smiles at you like you understand his excuses.

“all is well, your majesty. i know that certain pleasures can distract us from our responsibilities. i don't mind. is there a reason you called me here?”

his eyes squint. “why yes. there is. i would like to officially form an alliance with genovia immediately. my wife here was telling me about your encounters yesterday and how you seem like a more than perfect ally.”

you and catherine share a look.

“where do i sign?”

its a rather quick process to sign a piece of paper that changes history, and when its over things feel different. permanent. peter gives you a handshake before departing, just leaving catherine. she warily opens her arms for a hug, and you envelop her in your arms.

“welcome to the winning side of history,” she whispers in your ear, and you can help the excitement that rushes through you.

#the great #the great show #the great hulu #catherine the great x reader #catherine x reader #peter iii of russia #orlo #miriam #the great x reader

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dividedego · 2 years

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The Schizoid Reality Wall; or, Welcome to the Void

This is a concept I first saw explained by SchizoidAngst on youtube (pretty relatable content in case yall tumblr zoids havent discovered him yet) but I've wanted to write this down in my own words, the way I conceptualize it, so I did that. Maybe theres something useful here for someone else, so I'm sharing.

Obligatory I'm not a psychologist, yada yada

As the “true” self in schizoids becomes separate from the rest of the psyche, (in some cases masked with a false persona as a form of compromise with the external world, ie. “secret” schizoids), it is turned away from the concrete physical world and towards the abstract. This more or less means it’s actually possible for schizoids to feel deeply intimate connections comfortably, if these connections are formed on higher levels of abstraction – ie. abstraction itself becomes a vehicle for connection. This also leads to what Akhtar has named ‘idiosyncratic thinking’, or odd thinking.

Example of concrete vs. abstract: I tell Bob a personal opinion about something, and Bob has a bad reaction to it, tells me I’m a disgusting person, and refuses to talk to me further. A neurotypical person would be upset about the immediate interpersonal reality of that situation – ‘oh no, Bob thinks I’m a disgusting person.’ Schizoids, if they get upset at all, instead tend to get upset because the situation reminded them of an abstract phenomenon which they have a hard time dealing with – ‘oh no, some people take opinions seriously to the point that they are willing to cut others out of their life instead of coming to some sort of mutual understanding or compromise, which gets in the way of problem-solving or beneficial discourse, something that should be everybody’s primary concern.’ Out there? Yeah, but that's kind of the point.

Neurotypical signals of affection lose meaning and feel empty because they can’t connect to the repressed/abstract self. If a consistent demand is put on the schizoid to meet what they see as superficial expressions of affection, they can get feelings of being forced to play a role which is psychologically demanding to keep up with yet yields next to no emotional rewards and satisfies none of their actual needs.

Adding to this, when schizoids then attempt to communicate their own needs or to express abstract, existential feelings, they’re more often than not met with misunderstanding, ridicule, neglect, and dismissal. The schizoid’s thinking is treated as being too abstract to have any real bearing on reality, whereas to the schizoid themself sees it as integral to reality. This happens with family, friends, coworkers, partners, as well as medical professionals/psychologists – it is a near universal phenomenon.

This culminates in the schizoid reality wall – the core difficulty in actually connecting to other people.

Essentially, the feeling for schizoids is that they often try to meet others on the terms of those others, ie. through concrete and grounded conversations, but that nobody does or even tries to do the same for them. This leads to feelings of futility, hopelessness, animosity, and a stronger need and desire to self-isolate.

You’re reminded of that barrier [all the time]. You’re reminded of the reality of your situation, which is: They can’t hear me. And I can’t hear them. And I’m trying to hear them, and I’m trying to listen – but no one is trying to listen to me. So why should I keep trying? What purpose does it serve? [...] It's not magical thinking that's occuring here, it's well-thought-out thinking that is being placed against a backdrop of a world that is telling you, 'No. No, that thinking is not the right thinking.'

- from this

Which is where we reach the Void.

#kinda curious if other tumblr zoids have thoughts on this #does it strike a nerve does it not #lemme know. cause i felt a whole ass entire actual emotion seeing angsts vid lol #he gets it and thats rare #szpd #actuallyszpd #mine

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wisconsin2002 · 2 years

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(Okay I'll keep this Short cause I'm annoyed as I had a better written post earlier for this topic but tumblr had an error and all my shit got deleted and I can't be bothered to write it all again as I just don't care all that much anymore) very well then lets continue

"ANDREA IS NOT LIKE AMITY BLIGHT!"

Thank you. I Almost forgot to hear that for the 455th time in this fandom.

Okay let me make things perfectly clear.

If you dont like Andrea. Awesome. I Respect that cause it's your opinion

If you outright hate her and think she should stay a bratty instagram live bitch.

Cool... Sweet...you do you man.

If you're chill and think she's redeemable but not exactly a good person yet.

EVEN BETTER. Completely respect that.

But PLEASE... For the love of lucifer

Don't go to every fucking Mollandrea shipper or Andrea stans looking for small crumbs of content of her and start saying

Idk where that argument even came from and quite frankly idc anymore. I'm just tired of hearing it because

YEAH YOU'RE RIGHT.

Andrea is not Amity.

But that still doesn't stop Andrea from following a path of growth in her life and becoming a more open minded and caring person. Many characters have gone down that path of growth and redemption way before Amity was even written into existence. Or did yall really think that Amity was the first ever character to get a redemption arc? And therefore every character who makes that positive change in their life must be like Amity? Nah fam characters have had and will continue to have redemption arcs way after Amity has completed her story.

Now the other argument I've seen is Mollandrea is taking away attention from Molliby.

(in general. I don't give a flying cockadoodle pickle who Molly ends up with if she ends up with any of the girls. I'm just here to see Andrea grow as a character. But I know there is Mollandrea shippers out there and this next section is in their defense)

Mollandrea is taking away attention from Molliby? Really? 💀

I know yall don't even believe that lie.

You sit here and tell me with a straight face that Mollandrea has had more content and attention than Molliby, even tho Molliby is 95% of content in this fanbase. Yeah I call bullshit.

Mollandrea shippers literally take their asses to Devían art and or Instagram tags to find content of the Ship cause there's little to none here at all. How did yall reach that conclusion? Count the fan arts, fanfics, and on top of that the content of the show itself and you come running back to me and tell me with a straight face Mollandrea has more content and it's taken away attention. Go ahead I'll wait.

Idk man. I wanted to bring up more to this topic to talk about but I've lost the care for this topic when tumblr completely deleted the progress in the post I was working on primarily the first time.

So enjoy this little "rant" I guess. Idk wtf I would call this tbh.

#the ghost and molly mcgee #andrea davenport #mollandrea

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"I know I'm being very cordial in this response but I do hope it comes across that I'm sorry about hurting your feelings." Bestie shut up that is your sincerity 😭 the way you handled that whole situation has me 🥺🥰 love u and this safe and drama free blog!! Also not sure if im overstepping here but i did want to give my unsolicited personal opinion (yikes) just because i think it would give some perspective to u maybe idk jskaka. You've mentioned a few times that you to some extent see yourself coming across as blunt or maybe even me@n (censoring that bc u r not spoiler alert) and i was trying to think of how to word and explain this and i must have ✨️manifested✨️ the answer bc u literally gave me the perfect example in the tags of the ask u posted after that. A lot of shifting/loa bloggers have that really weird coddling+mean thing going on, kinda condescending and makes the bloggies feel ashamed or a bother to ask for help. There's also a lot of entitlement between those who have and have not and then mixed in with the frustration from people who are not believing in results and all that stuff, you know how it is. You aint got none of that bs here. You're very patient and I'd like to think more than blunt, it's a better word to say simple. You don't try to fluff it up or 'ive answered this a hundred times already, yall need to stop overcomplicating lol'. It has a lot to do with the way someone speaks yanno? Even in a few asks ago, you were very empathetic and gentle in saying that you know it's frustrating to hear but persist in there not being a problem and then even suggested that blanket affirmation. That kind of understanding nature is so rare to come by and its the reason why for the last few months u have become the sole shifting blog i follow and while yes i am the one who 'did' everything, it was under your guidance that i have let go of so much anxiety and disbelief. You promote the barebone necessities on this blog and that's literally all u need to shift. No limiting beliefs or backwards bragging. Your shifting post can literally be summed up by 'intention is all you really need' but you made a whoooole post about the ins and outs plus fine print. Like any question someone could possibly have, any loophole or limiting belief that could arise, you think of it beforehand and address it before it can be asked. I see that dedication and I applaud you for that like you really out here feeding a bunch of shifters for FREE 🤧 Anyways my life is so much better after finding this blog and learning how to do things the proper way. Thanks for all the effort and not enforcing any miniscule limiting beliefs. I think most people would agree that ur very friendly, kind and generally a good person, not mean at all. I've never once felt frustrated, discouraged or uncomfortable here. You're like the cool senior who looks sharp but is actually really sweet and tells all the freshman which courses to take and how to pass the class. Tldr; ur not blunt, ur just stating the facts as u should and we love u for it. This blog has brought me a lot of sollace (see what i did there) so i wanted to take the time to write this all out bc ur like my fave person evurrrrr. This is uhhhh also a bit of a doozy to post so u can absolutely delete this after u read it lmao anyway love u bestie 💓

I don't think I'll ever be able to truly express how much this means to me. This is literally the nicest ask I've ever gotten! And a little embarrassing to admit but this made me tear up a bit. Everything you said is exactly how I wanted this blog to be for people. I wanted it to be a safe space for all kinds of shifters - new and experienced. I wanted it to be an easy going space with no limiting beliefs and acceptance of all different kinds of beliefs.

I can't thank you enough for this 🥺 It makes me really happy to know that so many people feel safe and comfortable here. And I'm so glad I was able to help you too! Every now and then I wonder if I'm actually helping people so it was really nice to hear :')

This ask helped me a lot actually because I can see where you're coming from! I think I just get worried that some of my more "to the point" answers could come off as mean to people but I can see why they wouldn't as well. I don't really know what else to say this is just such a sweet message and I'll be thinking about it for a long time. Thank you so much for taking the time to quell my worries and bring in a new perspective 🥺 It really helped!!

#bro im crying #😭#letters 🎀

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golbrocklovely · 2 years

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i wanted to try to make this post yesterday, but i just kinda lost track of time and got too tired to write all of my thoughts down.

so, i'm gonna just do it now. this will probably be a bit all over the place, so bear with me. and in case this is super long or you don't feel like reading the whole thing i'm gonna put a TLDR at the end.

just gonna start this off by saying that if you sent in an ask about stas within the last two-ish days, whether in favor or not of her, i'm not gonna answer it. and the reason for that is bc i'm tired of talking about her. nothing to do with yall personally.

when i found out about TCF going to tomorrowland/europe, i just KNEW i wasn't gonna have a good time. bc as of recent, any time stas is with snc and kat, it becomes really loud on here, if that makes any sense. i get a lot of asks, and while i love talking to yall and discussing everything, it just gets really tiring to talk about the same person and have the same conversations over and over again. and with stas, that's basically what would happen.

then… tomorrowland happened. if you need a catch up, here's where i explain what happened with stas and colby. but even before that, i was getting asks about her and him. within in a couple hours, i got 10+ asks about stas and colby and what he posted on his snapchat. collectively, i didn't answer any of them. part of me just wanted to ignore it, see what would happen afterwards, and then maybe move on. which is why that day i just posted random shit and talked about anyone but snc or stas.

then, ppl on twitter decided to just start congratulating colby for finally dating stas, and that caused more ppl to send in asks. and i'm not upset about yall wanting to talk. i get it. it's drama and we all have an opinion on it, so we wanna discuss it.

but after everything that went down, plus finding out that stas' roommate and mom kinda part-take in fandom discourse (or just will casually tell fans info, or that fans in general will go to their pages just to find out things about stas, and thus snc/kat), my feelings for stas have soured a bit. it's one thing to use the attention you get to your advantage. it's another thing to actively do things to get attention, whether that might hurt others in the process.

and to be completely honest, i'm just tired of talking about her. i'm starting to see a pattern that i've seen before on here, in particular with mlp. and i just don't want to talk in circles anymore. but, just bc i don't like her as much as i once did, doesn't mean that this will now become an all out shit-on-stas fest. there's only two ppl on here that we can all rag on whenever: brennen and elton lmao

this all being said, i would really appreciate it if you guys could stop sending in asks about stas. just for a little while. if you want to come into my ask box and vent about her, that's fine. i'm just not gonna answer it. if we could all collectively take a 2 week break from mentioning her, that would be fantastic.

and in case anyone wants to hear my opinion on this situation or what's "really" happening between her and colby: they are friends, and nothing else. while i don't think she actively tries to get a rise out of the fandom every time she posts with colby, i do think that regardless of her intentions, she still gets attention. do i think she tries to imply something more between them? sometimes, sure. but whether or not that's bc there is something going on or isn't or bc she's just trying to get a rise out of the fandom OR get attention, that's beyond me. none of us know the real answer. but my guess is that her and colby are just friends and nothing else is happening between them. and colby, while he also tries to get a rise out of the fandom sometimes, i don't think that was an active thought behind him posting what he did. i think he was just drunk and enjoying himself. it's not that deep.

but if it comes out later that they are together, cool. i hope they make each other happy. but… let's not jump to conclusions on that lol

so i think that's everything. i'm really tired since i just came home from work so i'm gonna go take a nap. feel free to send in asks if you so choose to. have a good day or night, wherever you are.

TLDR: i don't want to talk about stas anymore bc i don't like her as much as i once did. the whole experience with her and colby this past couple days have kinda soured my feelings for her, so i would appreciate it if you guys could stop sending in asks about her, at least for a little while. i'm all stas-ed out haha

#personal #text #cb ll #stas

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eluvion · 1 year

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2022 Fic Year in Review

Total number of completed stories: 3

Total word count: for published fic, 22,576. the tua draft that i never got to finishing has somewhere around 10k words on it, there were a few random 1 and 2k drafts that are stuck in my google docs somewhere, and there’s a Lot of words in college applications and articles

Fandoms written in: bungou stray dogs, the umbrella academy, and daredevil!!

Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you’d expected? hoo boy a lot less. i expected college apps would have An Effect on how much fic i wrote, but Wow. it cut off me writing that one tua draft literally right in the middle of me writing it, and i have no idea if i’ll get anywhere near finishing it once im done applying to places.

What’s your own favorite story of the year? all that said, poetry au--aka hope is our four-letter word--came out this year, which was some of my best work. i love it a lot, and even though it didn’t see the same levels of success as my other bsd fics, it is by far my favorite.

Did you take any writing risks this year? i'm walking backward into my own myth was a fun one. i wouldnt exactly call it a risk, but the format and time jumbling was weird enough that i’m putting it under this category.

Do you have any fanfic or profic goals for the new year? write more?? i don’t have any drafts i’m in the middle of, but writing more for daredevil looks fun. i’d like to write some team red, but i don’t know if i have a solid enough grasp on either wade or peter’s characters to feel confident doing that

Most popular story of the year? hope is our four-letter word!! which, to be fair, is my longest and i put it out in january and my other fics were published in november and literally like an hour ago, so it makes sense.

Story of mine most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion: this year?? i think they’ve been pretty well appreciated. obviously, just breathe that moment down was published literally today, so i can’t really say anything about it. i wish hope got more attention, but it makes sense to me why it didn’t--it’s kind of an eclectic mix of tropes and is very soft and quiet and kind of unlike most of my bsd fics.

Most fun story to write: ohhhhh i dont know. hope was fun because i got to construct a lot of the world around chuuya and dazai, and i love the idea of where dazai is at that point in his life. he’s well enough to go to college, but everyone around him still worries, and he thinks about oda all the time and he kind of wants to die all the time, but he’s just starting to see light at the end of this tunnel. yosano in this verse is also just the best i love her so much.

but god. i’m walking backward into my own myth was SO fun. the tense changes and mess of five destroying time and trying to put it back together is just so fun to write, and the style was wonderful.

Most unintentionally telling story: none of them are unintentionally telling, but just breathe that moment down is certainly. telling. december is just Bad this year so sorry yall have to keep hearing me bitch about college apps but. yeah. Yeah!!!

Biggest disappointment: THE TUA DRAFT. oh my god i wanted to finish that So Bad and i feel bad because i’ve put out so many snippets but i never got the fic out. it was going to partner with a klaus-centric fic my best friend was making, but :(((( we both got caught up in our personal lives and college applications, so neither of us managed to finish. ah well. perhaps in the new year we’ll get back to it.

Biggest surprise: not necessarily a Good Surprise but god. oh god. the Great 2022 Writing Slump. it hit like a goddamn truck.

but!!! for good surprises, me getting into daredevil!! i’m scared for whatever the mcu is going to shit out next, but the show was a masterpiece and i think it’s high time i started reading the comics instead of putting misplaced trust in disney to have good writing, so i got some for christmas!!

#SORRY THIS IS LIKE. SO NEGATIVE AND SAD ITS JUST BEEN A YEAR #2022 fic year in review #fic year in review

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221bshrlocked · 3 years

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i. Initiation

Stirring Sensations Masterlist

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2325

Warning: lots of really inapropro thots all because of that.fucking.chain.

A/N: I’ve had a really bad week and it only got worse last night and I almost had to go to the ER but crisis averted everyone and I’m about to fuck up this presentation but I needed to write this because wow we’re all so horny for this man and that chain he wore during the D23 Expo 2019. Also, this tiktok didn’t help. There might be a second, more NSFW part. Depends on if yall like this :)

You couldn't stop staring at it. Lord knows you tried your hardest to be aware of the conversation going on but it was impossible. It wasn't even anything special, just a shiny little chain, and yet you were absolutely hypnotized by the way it hung around his neck. Why you found it absolutely mesmerizing with that shirt you would never know but there was something about the way he carried himself around, especially today, that had you wishing you were bold enough to say something. But no, he was a friend. And he was kind enough to invite you to an after-party with his colleagues whom you still tried your hardest to act naturally around.

But fucking hell this was hard. It kept on swinging around with every little movement he took, whether he was motioning dramatically with his hand as he explained something about one of the scenes or was simply leaning over and laughing over something Jon said. It was just...there. Taunting you. Begging for your attention. Any kind of attention.

You kept on staring at it as you drank your wine, occasionally nodding along to pretend you weren’t imagining biting down on the chain and tasting his sweat on it as he fucked you into the mattress. It was getting difficult with every passing moment though, especially when he had to nudge you a few times to ask your opinion on something and furrowed his eyebrows when you apologized and told him to repeat his question.

You thought you were being subtle enough but then Pedro leaned over and whispered something in your ear and you all but lost control, the sharp intake of breath making him lean away and ask if he’d done something wrong.

“N-no sorry I- god, I think I drank too much. I just need...some fresh air. Be back in a minute.” Pedro stared at you as he nodded, and you watched as his hand slipped under his shirt to scratch at his clavicle, the action forcing your eyes to the chain yet again. Before you could stop yourself, your tongue was peaking out and licking your lower lip, wishing it could lick across the shiny necklace if only for a second. Once you realized what you’d just done, you raised your eyes and met his, finding the usually umber brown eyes dilated and unforgiving in their gaze.

And then he mirrored your actions and licked his lips and you knew you needed to get away from him before you made a fool out of yourself.

“Excuse me,” you smiled at everyone and walked to the balcony of the restaurant, finding a quiet and private spot in the corner overlooking the awfully busy street. Taking a deep breath, you shut your eyes and leaned against the wall, finally allowing your mind to give into the pathetically filthy thoughts involving Pedro’s fucking chain of all things. You thought of what it would feel like to pull on it as he kissed the air out of your lungs. Wished you could twirl it around your fingers as he licked and nipped down your neck before slipping his hands beneath your pants. Fuck, what you would give to just bite down on it, maybe lick it and his skin as he used you to get his cock off. Would he let you suck on his neck, that glorious fucking neck that was somehow always glistening and smooth and so fucking inciting? Would he moan when you tell him how sexy you found it, especially with that floral shirt? Goddamn that shirt. It was so loud and yet he pulled it off. And with those light brown pants that were positively tight and almost left nothing to the imagination...

But none of that compared to how captivating he looked with that chain. It was very rare for Pedro to look unattractive in whatever clothes his stylist picked out for him. Actually, that wasn’t true. Pedro never looked bad in anything, even if it was a worn down sweatshirt or jeans. He just always looked nice and you weren’t sure if it was because you’ve had these feelings for him for so long or if it was because he was an honest-to-god sex symbol.

You rubbed at the base of your throat, thinking of worshiping him and kissing down his neck before he forced you down on your knees and fucked your face. And to hear that voice, that beautiful, deep, hoarse voice as he moaned and swore and growled at you as you pleasured him. What a sight he would be.

When you took longer than he anticipated, Pedro excused himself and walked past the balcony doors, surveying the large open area and almost walking back in when he didn’t find you anywhere. But then he noticed you in the corner near the edge of the railing, tilting his head to the side when he saw how hard you were breathing. He approached you carefully, his eyes taking in the way you were rubbing at your neck and harshly you were biting down on your lower lip.

So busy imagining the touch of his hand on your heated skin, you didn’t notice Pedro’s presence until he broke you from your haze with a concerned question.

“Are you okay?”

You jumped and grabbed at your chests when you heard Pedro, rolling your eyes when he started laughing and apologized before rubbing your arms to calm you down.

“Jesus Christ you scared the fuck out of me. God, how many times did I tell you not to do that?” You gulped before turning to the railing, trying to calm your heart rate so he didn’t suspect anything.

“Not my fault you’re so jumpy.” You shook your head at his teasing comment, taking in a deep breath to try and forget what you were just thinking about before he interrupted you. “You were gone for a while...is everything okay? Did something happen and you don’t want to tell me?”

“W-what? No no nothing...nothing happened I promise. I just needed some air. It was getting a little intense back there. Sorry I’m just not used to being around so many, you know-” You trailed off and hoped Pedro wasn’t offended by your words because the last thing you wanted him to think was that he was bringing you to anxiety-inducing gatherings.

Your smile faltered when you finally glanced at him, finding it near impossible to not shift your attention to the unbuttoned collar and the godforsaken inanimate object hanging around his neck. Pedro was taking in your changing expressions, trying his hardest to figure out what was going through your mind and hoping it mirrored what was going through his.

But he didn’t have to wonder for too long because all of a sudden, you were reaching up and pushing his shirt apart, and he felt his heart skip a beat when your fingers lightly trailed across the chain he was wearing. He didn’t dare to say anything, afraid you’d break out of whatever trance you were in. He hoped to whatever higher power existing out there that he wasn’t misreading the situation because he wasn’t sure how much more he needed to control himself. You continued to stare at him as you traced the outline of the cold metal, slipping your hand beneath it to touch his skin. Pedro shivered when one of your nails scratched at the hollow juncture just below his Adam’s apple and he all but lost it when feather-light touches skimmed over the cartilage moving down his throat. Your fingers descended down his throat again, and he ceased to breathe when you twirled his chain around your index finger before tilting your head to the side in interest. When you licked your lower lip and began to lean forward, Pedro couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Fuck…” The growled expletive snapped you out of your haze and you snatched your hands away, about to start apologizing to him and begging him to pretend that you weren’t just pretty much assaulting the man in public.

Pedro regretted the way he responded to you when he saw sheer panic and fear etched on your beautiful features. He didn’t think of what he was doing as he pushed you further into the wall and cornered you between his arms. Pedro wanted to make sure you weren’t about to run away from him because now that he had you here, with a pretty good idea of what you were thinking of, he wasn’t about to let you go.

You watched as his jaw muscles clenched tightly, unable to look away from his dark eyes as he stared down at you.

“I thought I was imagining things...the entire day. You’ve been...you kept on looking at me like...like you were- like I was-” Pedro gulped to try and contain his thoughts, not wanting to scare you by what he’s been thinking of when he caught you looking at him like you wanted to devour him. “Every time I looked at you, you would either look away or pretend you were talking to someone else. But fuck baby I didn’t think- didn’t think you’d ever...fuck. I can’t stop thinking about you sweetheart, and if I’d known that it would take me wearing this fucking chain...goddamn, I would have worn it a long time ago if it meant you’d look at me like you were imagining...that I- that we- Please...I- I...shit, are we on the same page here baby or am I completely misreading this entire situation?” Pedro stuttered through his admission and you weren’t sure if you found it cute or sexy that he was trying to hold back from telling you what he’s been thinking about.

“Pedro-”

He wasn’t sure who leaned in first, and he couldn’t care less if he was being honest, because you were in his arms, devouring his lips and fisting your hands in his shirt as he snuck his tongue into your mouth and kissed you with every ounce of his being. You sighed into him as you felt his hand slip into your hair at the nape of your neck and pull on it. You were thankful that he had his other arm wrapped around you because you felt faint with every little moan he whispered into your mouth. Nothing could have prepared you for the intensity of his kiss. You would never tell him but watching his on-screen kisses did something to you and you always thought he would be generous with whoever he was with but this, this was something else. It was a cliché but this must have been what it felt like to watch a shooting star fly through the sky. It had to be. It was magical, intimate, and absolutely breathtaking.

When Pedro pulled away and looked down at you, he couldn’t help but push himself flush against your heaving chest, once again swearing when he felt your shivering hands slip beneath his shirt and pull on the chain. He followed your lead and molded his lips with yours, this time more carefully and with less desperation. You smiled against him, and let out a deep breath when you felt him smile into the kiss. Pulling away from him, you rested your head on his chest and let go of his shirt, trailing your hands across his back to try and somehow pull him closer to you.

“I- I’ve been wanting to do that for a while.” His voice was soft, exuding calmness and joy. But you could hear his heartbeat and you knew he was just as nervous as you.

“Me too.”

Pedro grabbed your shoulders and pushed you away so he could take a look at you.

“This isn’t a- I’m not...I’m all in baby. I’m all in, if- if you want to give us a shot. Please.” Silence enveloped the air around you and you looked into Pedro’s eyes, finding nothing but love and hope and happiness in them. You’d always wanted to make him happy, he deserved the world. And now that you knew you could, it was indescribable.

“I’m yours Pedro.”

You smiled when you noticed the familiar dimples take over his expression, sighing in relief when he pulled you against him once more and tightened his hold on you.

“Let’s get out of here.” He grabbed your hand and moved towards the restaurant.

“What? No wait Pedro this is your day. I’m not- we could figure this out after tonight. I’m not about to ruin your night. It can wait.” Your eyes widened in surprise when he stepped towards you and grabbed your cheeks so you could look at him.

“Baby...I waited to hear you say those words for too damn long. I need to have you all to myself tonight. Please. I’m- I’m begging here. They won’t mind I promise. I just- I want you in my arms. I want to touch you and kiss every inch of you and hold you until you get tired of me. I want to whisper sweet things in your ears and show you how much I lo- how much I care about you. I want you. And I can’t wait anymore. Please hermosa.” Pedro noticed the small gasp emanating from your lips at the last nickname, and he raised an eyebrow when you turned away from him to look at something else.

“Oh, good to know.” He laughed when you narrowed your eyes at him in annoyance.

“Come home with me hermosa. Please.” He knew he had your undivided attention when you looked up at him, barely holding back from smiling because you could never refuse anything when he used that tone with you.

“Ok.”

Pedro leaned in one last time and kissed your forehead before taking your hand and walking back inside. Well this was going to be interesting.

#pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal/reader #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal #d23 expo 2019 #chain #pedro pascal fluff #pedro pascal smut #not beta'd

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sailorhyunjinz · 3 years

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Pls ur reactions r so good ??? I’m in love :(

Skz reaction to you having an oral fixation / always wanting to have a mouth full of cock ?

AH thank u!! its really gratifying to hear <33

also when i write these i get like a ~ feeling ~ for each member IDK i feel like a psychic AND I WRITE DOWN EVERY THOUGH HAHSAHAS so if it seems kinda... unorganized thats why lmao

OH BRAH QUICK REACTION LEGO

Warnings; skz x gn!reader; SMUT!! oral fixation, male genitailia, blowjobs, explicit sexual content, strong language, cum, orgasm (m),,, uhm.. yeah? about that

Bangchan

now look,,, its not that he doesnt like blowjobs

its just that he doesnt see the point of you sucking him off all the time when he could be hitting it yk?

SURE foreplay go ahead suck his dick

but like... always?? hmm... dont think so

he never says no to it if you offer to do it lmao

because WHY WOULD HE

BUT and now this is a big but(t)

i’ve had this thought for forever but hear me out...

he loves to 69

HASHAHS I DONT KNOW WHY I CAN IMAGINE THIS SO WELL LIKE...

because he both gives and recieves and that makes his heart go BOOMBOOM

more for your pleasure and doesnt mind going without it for a while, more enjoying to give you pleasure

ah pretty boy channie :((

Minho

YALL ALREADY KNOW WHATS GOING DOWN

it gets violent

no joke

hearing and feeling you choke on his dick is the ego boost of his life

“hmm? having a hard time baby? how about i help you?”

and then he shoves it further down, making you tear up

drool all over your chin and chest

his hand tightly gripping your hair

almost facefucking you

violent

degradation x1000

every degrading word you could ever imagine comes out between his pretty lips

“slut, whore, cumslave”

YOU NAME IT

but always mixes it with praise to let you know that you’re doing great and that he’s enjoying it (a lot) :(((

Changbin

he’s definitely a blowjob type of guy

just taps the head of his dick against your flat wet tongue LORD SAVE ME

eye contact or no dick

in his opinion you’re the prettiest when you look up at him with sparkly doe eyes, your mouth stuffed with his girthy dick

he likes being teased?!?!?

kitten lick his tip and bruh he gone in a matter of minutes

probably a bit embarrassed but DEEP DOWN he enjoys it

even though you like sucking his dick A LOT

he is usually the one that suggests it just because he knows that you’re gonna say yes no matter what

BRUH PRAISE???

praise him, he needs it

“you’re so big binnie, f-fuck...”

size kink hello? how small your mouth his in comparison to his dick

nah he gets off by just that lmao

Hyunjin

i strongly believe in that the fastest way to get him off is oral

NO JOKE

he’s not too sensitive most of the time

but oral

PHEW boy be cumming faster than changbin grew (ITS A JOKE DONT ATTACk ME)

he cums a lot

white ribbons just ooze out from the tip

the moans THE MOOOOANS

tiny sweat drops bead on his forehead as his long hair falls in his face, the rest being tied up in a haphazardly ponytail

he slowly guides your head down his length

gently grabbing the back of your neck

flattening your tongue and licking fat stripes up against his painful erection (im going feral)

loves cumming in your mouth

“open up sweetheart” he’d squeeze your cheeks, forcing you to open your mouth and groaning at the sight of your wet tongue covered in his release

my god

Jisung

loves it

why?

because it’s convenient

if he feels horny its easy for him to just nudge you and say

“c-could you,, uhm,, suck me off?”

and if you enjoy it just makes it better??!?

jisungs dream; a s/o that actually enjoys sucking him off rather than just doing it bc of foreplay

loverboy probably whips his dick out whenever he can

in hopes that you notice and suck him off (which,,, works)

EVEN IN THE MOST UNFITTING SITUATIONS THIS BOY WOULDNT GIVE TWO FUCKS

yall had just had an argument and his way of making it up to you was to let you suck his dick ASHAHSHAS

did you take it? 110% yes

Felix

tell me why i thought of felix’s australian accent getting more apparent as you suck him off??!?” ASHSH DONT ASK

overstimulation

suck until your jaw hurts

cause its fun to see lixie all squirmy with small whimpers and breathy shaky moans just pouring out like water.

im gonna say this in every damn reaction but baby is sensitive

S E N S I T I V E

your mouth wrapped around his dick is heaveeeeeen

it’s just perfect?? it’s warm and wet and soft :((

not too rough with it either

would never ask for it explicitly

and so you just,,, wanting to do it is ~ lovely ~

would probably get annoyed if you did it too often

reason being that he’d get overwhelmed lol

you just wanting to continue and him trying to yell at you but being to weak from the pleasure that washes over him

Seungmin

a lil bit like chan

SO HE LIKES IT BUT WOULD RATHER POUND YOU IS WHAT IM TRYING TO SAY

now... believe it or not,,, he’s more gentle with you when you’re sucking him off than he is when he’s actually inside of you?

it’s like... all cute, he’s stroking your cheek, running his hands through your hair and smiling down at you

YALL WERENT EXPECTING THAT (or maybe you were idk)

when you pull off his dick with a loud pop

weak i tell you, absolutely weak because of your beauty

spitters are quitters (ASHSAHHS I CANT)

he grabs your throath gently, watching how your adams apple bobs down as you swallow his sweet cum

then he smiles, his eyes all halfmoon shaped as if he didnt just bust his load in your throat

this duality is killing me ffs

Jeongin

“r-really? you’d do that for me?”

is what he would say when you suggest sucking him off randomly, seeing him getting hard for no apparent reason

nah bro he’s in love when you randomly suggest it

one thing i really want to emphazise is the hidden duality of babybread

i know everyone is going to think; CHERRY HE’S A BABY HE COULD NEVER BE ROUGH

and thats where you’re wrong

have you seen him on stage???

not so bready anymore ohohooho noo...

when shit gets hot and heavy so does he SO THERE IS NO HESITATION IN SHOVING YOUR HEAD DOWN HIS DICK

none

you just have to get to that point where they horniness is too much to bear yk??

imagine you two cuddling and you start tugging on his pants

he already knows, no words needed

baby bread senses lmao

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pure-kirarin · 3 years

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Slow & Steady [P4] [Sabo x f!reader] (+18)

A/N : Hi !! I wanted to update today even though I am EXTREMELY busy moving, but your feedback always makes me happy...I mean, guys, you were INCREDIBLE. Thanks for the response on last chapter. It made me so sosooo happy !!! Enjoy this chapter, things are getting hotter ;) HUGE Thanks to my beta reader Dinlita that is not only reading my chapters, correcting them, but also motivating me <3 Genre : Romance - Smut - Bestfriends to lovers General warnings : Alcohol consumption - Dark themes - Swearing - S m u t - possessiveness - Mention of ex-relationships - jealousy Synopsis : Isn’t love a matter of timing after all ?That’s what Sabo has always thought. It was about finding the right tempo, making the right moves and hitting the right spot. Patience is a virtue after all, and he had a lot of it. It all started when your ex cheated on you. You were heartbroken, you needed someone and he was there. Was he always that hot ? You didn’t know. But after that night you have never seen him in the same way. Also, please guys comment because this is what keeps me motivated ! <3 I love to know your opinions on my work. It brightens up my day ! And I need it so badly.

P1 - P2 - P 3

“Welcome back home, Casanova!” Ace greeted eagerly as Sabo walked through the door.

“Coming from you, that's rich.” A smile danced on Sabo's lips as he pronounced these words, taking off his gloves.

“Looks like you're in a good mood. So, tell me, how did it go?”

“What are you talking about?” He asked in fake innocence, but these games weren’t working on Ace since he knew him pretty well.

“Come on, you won't do that to me. You know what I'm talking about. So, did yall fuck?”

“No, not yet.”

“Man, you're really taking your time. I can't believe you made me tell her that you were with Koala last time. Y/N does give you a lot of trouble, huh? She's definitely not an easy one. None of the girls I've ever dated were that hard to get.” He punctuated his words with his signature charming smile.

“She is not any girl. I am in love with her.” His openness didn’t fail to shock Ace.

“Then date her already. Now that she’s single, you should definitely make your move.”

“No, she's not ready yet.” He took off his coat and hung it up. “I feel like something is off...” he mumbled these last words more to himself than for Ace to hear.

“Jesus, you're talking in riddles. Anyways, now that you’re here, let's order pizza - I'm starving.”

You couldn't sleep a wink all night, thinking of what happened. You asked Sabo to fuck you, he said that he liked you, yet he left you alone. So many mixed signals got you confused. You also couldn't help but think about how hot he was against you, right here on your bed. You could still faintly smell him on your covers. After hours of agitation and questions, you decidedly rolled over and took out your phone, typing a post about your situation on Reddit. Knowing how active the community there was, you were expecting to get some insight to your problem quite soon.

You ended up falling asleep in the early hours of the morning, practically passing out from the mental exhaustion, but you were visited multiple times by his ghost, taunting you in your dreams. Waking up was rough. You had definitely missed your first lecture and the prospect of attending the next ones seemed equally unappealing. The fact that a certain blond hadn’t even texted you put you in a bad mood.

The rest of the day was bound to unfold in a dull way. You decided to go to the coffee shop next to the main university building to get a drink to help you get through this day. You wished that you hadn’t left your room as soon as you saw Koala and Sabo through the glass window. The amount of distress you felt was unexpected. How could he tell you he liked you and then spend so much time with another girl? The seed of jealousy that had been implanted in your head by Nami’s words continued to grow, its stems rising and undulating around your heart.

After your heartbreak, you were so sensitive that seeing Sabo with Koala had awakened some insecurity within you. But the worst feeling was that you didn't have any right to protest. He wasn't yours...

...Yet?

You decided to head back home for the day. To make things worse, you had your ex-boyfriend sending you messages that you didn't even dare to look at. You discovered that he had cheated on you, you had proof and now, he still had the audacity to message you? You sighed and buried your phone into your pocket.

***

Meanwhile, Sabo and Koala were having their usual meeting to work on the next issue of the revolutionary newspaper for Dragon. Because of their schedules, they both only worked part-time, but as the main writers of the columns, they had to see each other often to discuss new articles.

“Sabo~ I'm here!”

“Hi Koala! How are you doing?”

“Doing fine, thanks for asking. Ohh~ you're smiling a lot more lately...You seem like you're doing good as well!”

“Do I?” He says as he sits in front of her, gesturing to the waiter for an espresso. “I guess I am then.” He shrugged, smiling even more.

“Hm, let me guess, (Y/N)?”

Sabo coughs and looks away. Koala was an insightful girl, you could never hide anything from her - this is why she was an amazing journalist. She was a great new addition to their team.

They hadn’t been friends for a long time, but she knew him pretty well, maybe even better than you did in some aspects.

“I don't see what you mean at all.”

“Haha, you're so predictable. It's written all over your face that you're crazy about her.”

“Well, might as well tell you then. I really love this girl.” He scratched the back of his head.

“Oh~ young love,” Koala softly laughed. “Does she like you back?”

“No, not yet. We are just best friends.”

“Ha? What does this mean?” She frowned. After the lack of response from Sabo, she continued. “Anyways, do you think we shouldn't hang out together this much? What if she gets the wrong idea...”

Sabo once again brushed off the remark with a shrug and decided to change the topic.

“Let's work on this article, shall we?”

* * *

In the afternoon, you heard your phone ring, it was Sabo's ringtone. You got up from your bed in a matter of seconds as you glanced at the lit up screen displaying his name from the corner of your eyes. You were still mad that you had seen him out there with Koala after he told you that he liked you, but then you thought: you had no right to feel that way. You waited a while before picking up, but you ended up caving in.

“Hi (Y/N), are you free this afternoon?”

“Oh… Depends on what you have in mind.” You answered, not that enthusiastically.

“I’m going to the library, if you'd like to join me at our usual spot?”

“Ahh, and here I was expecting to go karaoke or something… You only call me for the boring plans.” You tried to play teasing like usual, but it was getting hard to not show any contempt.

“It's your exam week. I also know that you're probably not motivated to study at all.”

“You've got a point… I could use some motivation. Let's meet at 3.”

“That's fine. See you later.”

“Bye bye!” You hung up.

You tried not to act awkward, you really did. How was he so casual about this situation, you wondered. But you couldn't afford to worry any more; as he said - it was your exam week and you didn't want to fail. You and Sabo had always loved studying together, despite having different majors. He studied international relations while you studied law. However, you both had classes in the same campus. Since your fields of study were not worlds apart, he always helped you with your assignments. Sometimes, he even knew your classes better than you did. Clearing your thoughts, you quickly got ready and headed to the library at your appointed time.

You sat down in front of Sabo. He was already there, looking extremely focused which made you smile. You were at your usual table. You always liked to sit at the end row since it was usually the quietest. You studied for two hours before you started struggling with a case study.

“Sabo?” you whispered. “I don't get this…”

“Hm?” He lifts his head up and takes your notebook, placing it in front of him so he could decipher your handwriting. “Let me see. Oh, this is fairly easy.”

He whispers back and proceeds to explain to you. Since you couldn't listen well, he got up to take a seat next to him. It was that damn minty smell again, reminding you of last time, and how you kissed, and how he held you against his chest. You couldn't focus on the words in front of you now that his scent had awakened that strange desire within you.

“(Y/N)... (Y/N)... are you listening to me?”

“Oh... yeah… Sorry, go on…”

You didn't notice that you were bouncing your leg quite aggressively since you were feeling anxious and trying hard to focus. You suddenly felt a hand against your thigh. You instantly stopped shaking as Sabo whispered ;

“Could you stop that?”

“Sorry, it’s just...”

“It's fine,” he said softly.

He smiled, but he didn't take his hand off, leaving it there on your thigh. You blushed and tried to look once again at the notes as he continued explaining in a composed manner. His hand was warm against your exposed skin. The blond smirked as he noticed your flushed face and slightly heavier breathing. He whispered, getting a bit closer to your ear.

“You're sure that you're fine?”

“Your hand…”

"Yeah? What about it?" he asked with a smug smile, knowing full well what you meant. “You want me to move it away?”

His audacity shocked you. Sabo had never done anything like this before. Or maybe he did and you never realized it? You were always so casual with showing affection. You already sat on his lap on a few occasions when there wasn't enough space in the car. You did the same with Ace, but there was never a sexual tension with either of them. Not like this.

“No...It's fine.” you hesitantly added.

You felt ashamed, but thrilled by how exciting it was to have his hand on you. You wanted more, especially after the last time when he teased you and left you on edge. You could feel him squeeze your thigh gently, making a sigh escape from your parted lips. You looked around carefully; you didn't want people to notice the mess you were becoming. Fortunately,you were the only two people in that row, however, there were quite a few people sitting some tables away. You were both facing the wall so nobody could see what was happening. You scribbled with your pen on your notebook for Sabo to see:

I can't take it anymore

You added with a shaky handwriting:

I can't focus like this

He smiled, his lips inched closer to your ear and whispered, delighted by your helplessness.

“Then let me help you focus.”

His hand slid dangerously high on your upper thigh, giving you goosebumps all over your skin. He continued explaining your case study casually. His slender fingers were now working their way under your skirt’s hem. You heard his words, but couldn't focus on their meaning. You chewed on your pen in anticipation. You suddenly felt his fingers tug the fabric of your panties up into you, adding pressure to your throbbing core. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his hand, urging him to touch you. He grinned and deftly slid your panties to the side, teasing your entrance. He explored your outer lips, moving up then down, elating a soft whimper from you. He easily slipped a finger between your folds, his explanations stopping as he noted:

“You are so wet, you're literally sucking me in.” He said, as he slid just the tip of his finger inside.

He had to taunt you, to remind you how much you wanted him. You felt ashamed, biting your lip and avoiding his gaze. Your breathing was getting heavier, those words made you crave him even more. His voice was almost too obscene for you to take. You couldn't believe that he would do something like this. Not him, not the Sabo that you thought you knew so well.

“Sabo… don't say that…'' your voice was trembling, so soft that it made his desire for you only grow stronger.

“Hm...It's true that it's risky...Should I stop then?”

“No, don't stop…” your voice was just a murmur, your answer instant and he had to refrain from laughing at how adorable you were yearning for his touch.

“I like it when you're honest with me” his voice was nothing but a breath in your ear and you closed your eyes, tormented between your desire for more and the fear of being discovered. His gaze was still set on your face, his smile widening at your distressed and confused look. He was definitely enjoying it.

The pads of two fingers slid to your clit, circling it softly and making you gasp. You struggled to keep quiet and still, biting your pen almost hard enough to break it. You looked down, your hair veiling your face. His movements were too slow, almost painfully so. You could feel your nipples hardening through your shirt. Your whole body was on edge, waiting for him to move and he was quick to oblige, inserting a finger inside of you, making you sigh in relief and pleasure. His free hand tucked a strand of hair behind your ear so he could look at your face. His fingers lifted your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes as your walls clenched around him.

“Look at me,” he whispered. Your distressed eyes locked with his, veiled with lust. It was extremely embarrassing to look into his eyes as he was entering you and even more knowing that he was a man that you have never fancied before.

His quick, graceful fingers were bringing you to heaven and containing yourself from moaning was getting harder, almost an impossible task. He loved to look at your chest lifting up and down with every move he made.

He loved having that control over you, having you squirming and whimpering with the smallest of ministrations.He added another finger, making you bite your lower lip harder as he made an upward motion, caressing your most sensitive spot.

“Sabo…” you whispered his name in a moan that was only audible to him. “Hmm?” He was clearly amused, letting go of your chin. You rested your head on his shoulder as he thrusted his fingers in and out of you at a variable pace.

“Sabo, I'm going to...”

You buried your head into his shoulder, inhaling the spicy minty smell once again, it was extremely comforting and for one moment you felt as if you were alone in the big library. You let out soft mewls as he curled his fingers inside of you. With his free hand, he put a finger on your lips. “Shh… Be quiet baby, you don't want others to notice us, hm?” and as he said that, he quickened his pace while you struggled to stay quiet. Your shaky breaths meant that you were close; seeing you in such a state, he didn't want to torment you any longer and decided to relieve you. You felt his dark eyes fixated on your face as he brought you to your orgasm.

You sighed in pleasure and relief as he took his fingers out, caressing your quivering thighs. “You did so well angel, I'm sure that you'll never forget this part of the lesson” he taunted with a smirk. You lifted your head up and looked at him with a flushed face as he licked his fingers clean. “You…” you sighed in bewilderment at his action.

You never thought that Sabo would be this shameless, but to be real, doing this in a public place did excite you and it relieved some of the accumulated stress that you had inside.

After a quick run to the washroom to clean yourself, you picked up your study material, preparing to leave the library while he followed you. As you were exiting the library, you noticed a girl's fixated gaze on the both of you. Her face was red and she seemed very embarrassed. Once outside, you and the blond exchanged a look then burst out in laughter:

“Do you think she noticed something?” you asked.

“I don't know… what do you think?”

“I think that you're a shameless guy.”

“You weren't saying that minutes ago.” He winked, and you rolled your eyes.

Suddenly all the awkwardness faded away, and you felt as if you were back to being best friends… Or more than friends… Really, what was going to happen made you feel like you were well on your way to becoming a couple already. And for the first time, the thought didn't bother you, quite the contrary. It was so strange and sweet to discover all of these new sides to Sabo. You were delighted to see him more as a man and less as the little boy that you used to play with.

You noticed all those small things he did casually; how he would be on the left side of the sidewalk to keep you protected, the way he lightly brushed your shoulders with his hand when you crossed the street to guide you, how he always pulled the chair for you whenever you ate out. You smiled at how thoughtful he had always been. You didn't want this moment to end; noticing that it was getting late, you said,

“I'm starving.” “Hmm… Let's go eat ramen then, my treat.” “And who's gonna feed Ace ?” You teased. “He's a big boy now, I think he can manage for tonight.”

You exchanged a cheerful laugh, then headed to a nearby ramen shop. Things were not awkward, despite what had happened before.

In this moment, as you shared dinner with Sabo, you noticed how charismatic he was as a person. It was very easy for him to make a situation less uncomfortable just by laughing it off and acting casual.

You talked about your highschool days and about silly memories. It was just a dinner like so many other shared ones, but this time it was different, things were changing.

He had always been a gentleman, but you were the type to assume that it was his personality and not an attempt to flirt with you. Now that you knew that he liked you, everything felt new, every detail made you feel special.

“It's not fair, you always pay for me. I'll treat you next time.”

“Alright, I'll make sure to order a lot of food then.” He laughed

“Hey! Don't take advantage of the situation. I'm just a broke student.”

You continued chatting and laughing on your way home. You felt a sting of disappointment at the doorway. Although your voice was sweet, he could easily discern in its tone an indescribable loneliness.

“Thank you for today, it’s been a while since we got to spend time together. I missed this.” you smiled softly at him and he mirrored your smile.

“Anything for you.” He ruffled your hair and leaned his head towards yours. For a second, his rayless eyes dwelled on your lips, but he went for your forehead instead. Expecting something else, you closed your eyes, feeling the minty breath mixed with the air you breathed. When you sensed his lips pressed against your forehead, you were enveloped in a cloud of tenderness. You continued, words trembling on your lips:

“Thank you for always being here for me.”

You opened your eyes and looked at him, so close. Your heart was heaving, your hands slightly trembling. His piercing eyes read right through you and he was pleased; he let you speak, cherishing your undoing.

“Thank you for caring for me, for cheering me up, for helping me.”

You could scarcely pronounce those words as his eyes were fixated on you, making you self-aware. You looked down in embarrassment.

How pretty you looked to him, struggling to get those words through. He was moved.

How adorable, he thought to himself.

He didn't expect you to be so responsive to his approach, but he was pleased by your reaction. He delicately raised your chin so you could look directly at him.

“Thank you for being my… ” After a pause of a few seconds, you corrected yourself. “Thanks for being an amazing guy.”

Before he could say anything, and maybe because you were scared of things moving too fast, you freed yourself from his fingers and turned back, disappearing behind the door.

He couldn't help but smile, his gloved hand getting lost into his blond locks while he tilted his head back, looking at the sky. Everything was going better than he expected. And in a matter of what - four days? - and you were already falling into his arms.

If he had thought that it would have been this easy, maybe he would have tried earlier. You weren't ready yet and he sensed it, but you were almost ready. However, he knew too well that the last stages were the most important.

One bad move and you'd go away, one bad move and he'd lose it all: your love, your friendship.

He risked it all, he couldn't let that happen. He played most of his cards, and had a few more in hand.

Now he had to wait, slow and steady wins the race. Years of yearning, of thinking of you into someone else's arms, of waiting for his kairos, the good opportunity, the perfect opening for him to slide into your heart and make it his.

It was unfolding perfectly. He couldn't hold back his smile. -

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babbling-idiot · 4 years

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Colin gray x reader

Prompts

Request: On the prompt list: 9 angst, 8 fluff and 22 on random with Mr. Colin Gray pwease!! I love you btw!

9. “Why are you awake?”

8. “Sleep over? Please?”

22. “Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion.”

Warnings: non

(Hey there anon thanks for requesting this. I had fun writing it. Luckily I felt like writing so thank you again, kinda set me in the right mood. Hope you enjoy!)

Tonight was not your night to say the least. It was confusing and all in all kinda ridiculous. You had tried to fall asleep countless of times, even trying desperately to get a hold of any one so you can talk. Obviously everyone was asleep at this time of night and they would probably be too tired anyway to talk, so your options were down to none. But there was one person that came to mind, that was probably asleep but would maybe stay up with you. Colin Gray. You and him had became friends after bumping into each other in the hall one day at school. You both somehow ended up knocking each other onto the ground and later became partners in a group project, so yall decided to become friends.

As you sit up in bed you squint down at your phone rifling through your recent messages until you come across a certain name "Emo Boi". You press the call button and wait. A few rings later and your hope is dying out, until you heard a groggy "I dont know who the hell this is but you better have a good reason as to waking me up this late." He says, clearly he was dead asleep before he answered. "I do actually. I am fully awake and bored. I have no one to talk to so I resorted to calling you, so what up?" You heard what sounded like moving around on the other side of the phone, you could imagine him sitting up in his bed. "Why are you awake?" " I'm bored colin. I need to do something to help me fall asleep. Like talking, talking makes me tired and your the one person that might help me." "Why, 'cause you think I'm boring?" "What! No, you know that's not it. Your an amazing writer and you have stories. That the only reason." He rolls his eyes at this "Well my phone is at 25% and I left my charger at your house so I'm not gonna be able to talk for long.." "Sleepover." Theres silence on the other end, maybe you broke him "huh?" "Sleepover? Please?" "B-but...i.....ugh....fine." "What you say?" "I said fine!" You smile to yourself "Keep me on the phone please!" "First, you wake me up for god only knows what then you want me to run down my phones charge. You are very lucky I like you.." you chuckle at this "Yes I know. Now hurry up." Just as you thought the night couldn't get any better all of a sudden you hear his music slightly playing. Bullet with butterfly wings? Smashing Pumpkins! Since when did he listen to there music. "You listen to Smashing Pumpkins? You like there music? How old are you colin!" "Good thing I didnt ask for your opinion." You scoff "oh come on, it's a good song. There is way worse shit you could listen to." "Oh yeah like what?" "PPAP. You know that pineapple song." "Oh jesus, that guy still haunts my dreams. Dont remind me please." At this point your laughing, almost falling off your own bed. You sit up fast in your bed when you hear what sounds like a car door outside. You walk over to your window and see colin making his way to the side of you house. Luckily your parents hadn't moved that ladder there, if they did then you and colin would be in a pickle. He climbs up and walks over to your window. You open it for him and he crawls in but ultimately fails and falls onto the floor. He then gets up and goes to sit down at your desk "Alright two things. One is your face okay and two what the hell are you wearing." He was wearing a black and red striped tank-top with what looked like his boxer-briefs but you didnt think he'd be that careless. He looks down at his clothes and realizes his mistake. "Im fine. Last time I was here I accidentally left both my charger and some clothes so can I see them please." You nod and go over to your closet. You bend down and pick up the small pile of clothes and hand them over. He slips on the pair of pajama pants and then settles back down onto your bed. "So I'm here, I'm present! What do you wanna do?" "Well mom and dad have to leave early this morning so maybe we could put a movie on and talk about shit?!" "I like the sound of that. I'm picking the movie tho." You scoff "You picked last time!" "Yeah that was last time and this time you woke me up dead at night, so you got two options either i leave and your bored or I pick a movie. Careful this is a very critical situation." He says raising an eyebrow. You chuckle and roll your eyes "Just hurry and come sit down." He smile and slides a dvd in before jumping onto the bed.

Not even far into the movie your already fast asleep against his shoulder and hes running his fingers through your hair. You shift and he freezes, afraid he woke you but you ultimately snuggle into his side and he smiles even wider. He wraps his arm around you and lays his head back against the head board. "I love you y/n. I wish I was brave enough to tell you. You deserve so much, i hope I'll be the one to give you everything your heart desires, goodnight." He says as he kisses the top of your head. You smile slightly, hearing every word he had just said, little did he know.

(Hey there again. So to everyone, the prompts are very enjoyable to me so please do request for anyone in my masterlist. I am really trying to write stuff in my own time and hopefully will have a few fics out soon, so fingers crossed🤞😬. Hope you enjoyed this, have an amazing day/night and stay safe in the world plzzzzzz!!)

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comfyswitcherblanketfort · 4 years

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Geralt and the Minotaur

Y’all can thank @bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher for encouraging me to do this, I defs would have just thought about it for a couple months then forgot 😂

Pairing: None for this part

Warning: talk of violence and murder, retelling of Theseus and The Minotaur myth, talk of human sacrifice, if theres more plz let me know!

Summary/Notes: Myth background in case you didn’t go past the PJO books with your mythology obsession like I did. In ancient Greek mythology they believed in ‘joint fatherhood’ so basically the kid would have attributes from both fathers (bc philosophy was the tits back then not necessarily biology) King Aegeus (Vessimir) couldn’t produce an heir with his wife so he went to the Oracle of Delphi and she told him to ‘open his wine sack’ (helpful right?) long story short he bangs a princess and then Athena (patron goddess of Athens) tells the princess to go down to the sea with an offering where she bangs Posiden (co-patron god of Athens) hence Theseus (Geralt) is not only a demigod but a bastard prince. I think this is all the background yall are gonna need if you don’t already know the myth

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Geralt knew the story well. For as long as he could remember, his mother would comb his stark white hair before bed and he would ask, “Tell me about my fathers?” She would smile fondly and begin to braid his hair in a pattern much like her own.

“My little hero, your fathers are powerful, fair, righteous men. You have not only the blessing and favor of Poseidon, but the right to the throne of Athens.”

When he was younger he would squirm and protest, “I know mumma, but who were they?”

Vissena would sigh and change the subject until he was older, at which point she began letting the crumbs fall from her words. Crumbs Geralt followed to the truth of his heritage, piecing together stories his grandfather had told him about a sword and sandals pinned beneath a stone.

When he was twelve, his mother told him the truth.

“You are destined to free the city of Athens from a terrible fate. When you can lift the stone and retrieve your father’s sword you may travel to his palace and claim your place as prince…” Her voice came to a strangled end before she coughed and continued “But you mustn't think about that now. You’ve rope to braid and cattle to feed.”

When he finally told her he was ready to try, her eyes welled with tears. She merely nodded, continuing to run the comb through her baby’s hair like she always had. He understood as he grew older why she was so reluctant to let him go. What mother can willingly send her child away in only destiny’s hands, regardless of his exceptional strength?

At 16, he succeeded in his first task, retrieving his father’s things, and set off to Athens. He went by land, wanting to rely on himself, not his grandfather’s wealth and power. He fought Perophes, disarming the practiced warrior with surprising little effort, to complete his second task. Fighting Coercion sent chills down his spine, with the man’s reputation for killing every opponent he faced he was certainly formidable, but he bested him nonetheless. His third task was complete. However, his name only became synonymous with ‘hero’ after slaying the wild boar.

His first kill was at 17, still on the road to Athens. He could have let Procrustes live, could have delivered him to the nearest king for imprisonment, but his gut had twisted at the thought of the consequences of his failure. He tied Procrustes to the same small table he tied all his victims before slicing clean through the giant man’s limbs that hung off the edge. Leaving him to bleed out like he’d done to the skeletons littering the floor. It only seemed fitting, though the memory still made him queasy on nights when he couldn't sleep.

Even upon arrival at his father’s home, there was danger staring back at him in those beautiful amethyst eyes. The prophetess Yennefer would stop at nothing to keep the life of luxury and power she’d gained. She whispered false prophecies in King Vessimir’s ear, convincing him this boy who claimed to be his son was nothing but an imposter. Geralt should have expected such a welcome.

As he lifted a cup of poisoned wine to his lips, Vessimir glimpsed the sword at his side, recognizing it in time to knock the ceramic out of his hand.

The vessel had yet to shatter on the floor before Vessimir had rounded on the violet eyed woman with fury in his eyes like none Geralt had ever seen.

The whole of the dining hall was holding their breath, waiting for the explosion to come.

King Vessimir whispered but one word, “Disappear.”

The woman glared daggers at Geralt as she waved her hand, stepping through a portal into nothing. He stared after her for a long time, having never witnessed manipulated magic up close and if he were honest with himself, he was a bit dazed.

As his father explained and apologized Geralt simply tilted his head in confusion, slowly putting the pieces together in his shock.

“Your sword, it was mine. You must forgive me, I believed a lie. I beg you.”

Geralt nodded, “You have a state to protect.”

Vessimir grasped him by his shoulders, “No, I have to protect you.”

Geralt smiled, endeared by the old king’s sudden saccharine sentiments, “I’m no boy anymore, you shouldn’t worry.”

As the rest of the guests at the banquet began to resume conversation Vessimir guided Geralt to a window overlooking the beautiful city that he would now be calling home, “So I’ve heard. I would have thought your mother would raise you to be more merciful.”

Geralt eyed the ground, “Mercy for one who has killed so many and would kill again isn’t really mercy.” His voice was smaller than he would like, but after all these years of imagining his father, well he hadn’t expected a criticism of his ethics.

“Good.” Vessimir nodded, leaning against the edge of the window, “We can work on your tone, but that’s a good start.”

A tentative smile took over Geralt’s face, “Work on my tone?”

“If you’re going to rule Athens and defeat Crete, you’ll need to be more assertive. But none of that now,” Vessimir waved a hand and a servant brought two more goblets of wine, “Now, I want to get to know my son.”

The following months were filled with lessons, from Vessimir’s top generals in battle strategy and formal combat, from a matronly maid in etiquette and the cultural customs of the port city, and from Vessimir himself in diplomacy. Geralt was thrilled at first, ready to prove himself worthy, but the routine slowly lost its shine. Eskel and Lambert were no doubt excellent fighters and leaders, but there were only so many ways to disarm someone with every weapon in the royal arsenal, and they were running out of challenges for the boy. If that’s what you could call him anymore. With regular meals, unlike during his travels, and the way his trainers pushed him he was starting to look more worthy of his Olympian heritage and place at the throne.

He stood by his father’s side and paid careful attention to all of his meetings, every last one. Even the ones at dawn after a night of drinking with Eskel and Lambert.

He sat on a stool, a step down from the platform where his father’s throne was carved out of stone as he observed the nobles bringing their worries, reports, and complaints to the king from the outskirts of the territory. The large amphitheater was teeming with men ready to share their opinion. Geralt found that rarely did anyone bring something that really needed fixing, just listening was usually enough to soothe their egos. It was all rather mundane now, Geralt could mouth the words his father would say before they filled the air, until the last representative.

"My king, the spring is approaching, will we allow Crete to take our children yet again?”

Geralt’s brows knit together, eyes darting between the man and his father as they spoke.

Vessimir wiped a hand over his face, looking ten years older in an instant, “We don't have a navy that could even begin to challenge Crete’s. We have no choice.”

The gathered crowd erupted in shouts of outrage, only silenced when Vessimir stood, “It is the life of fourteen, or the life of the nation. Which will you surrender?”

There was more yelling, this time between a select few delegates, but Geralt ignored it and leaned to his right, lowering his voice so only Eskel could hear him.

“What does he mean ‘the life of fourteen’?”

Eskel frowned, “He hasn’t told you?”

Geralt glared at him, waiting for an explanation.

“King Minos’ son was killed at the games a good twenty or so years back, so as penance he takes fourteen virgins from us every nine years. Seven men, seven women, and feeds them to his bastard Minotaur.” Eskel glanced over Geralt’s shoulder at the king, a look of worry clear on his face.

“I thought the Minotaur was just a story, a parable of Crete’s barbaric nature.”

Eskel raised an eyebrow, not impressed by Geralt's literary analysis, “It’s no tale. It's as real as the ground under your feet, and it plays with its food.”

Geralt whipped his head back around to his father in time to catch his words, “There is no voting on war because of the brashness of your grandfather Letus, tread lightly. Until we have a reasonable plan of action all we can do is submit!"

Before he knew what his legs were doing Geralt was standing and shouting, "I'll go! Send me father! I'll kill the beast and return!"

Cheers erupted from the crowd but Geralt only cared about his father's reaction and Vessimir was still as stone. For a moment Geralt worried for his heart, then Vessimir gripped his arm and leaned in with a panicked look on his face, "You are my only son, I will not send you to your death." He growled.

Geralt felt a fire rising in his chest, "Your people are forced to send their children unwillingly yet when yours volunteers you're exempt? Does that seem fair to you?"

Vessimir’s grip tightened, nails digging into Geralt's arm, "Doesn't matter. You are the only heir. I can't risk the stability of the government."

Geralt stepped closer, making sure to stand at his full height, "Then you do not believe in me? In the power and blessings of Posiden that courses through me?"

Vessimir snarled but said nothing. Surely not used to being challenged, especially not so publicly, about his devotion to the gods.

Geralt lowered his voice, "I will go. I will free Athens as is my destiny, and I will come back to you unharmed." Geralt gripped his father's arm, and nearly pleaded, "I cannot sit idly by, you know I can't."

Vessimir's eyes softened ever so slightly as he released his grip, "I should have known your mother would raise a stubborn man."

Geralt grinned, "She said I got that from you."

The amphitheater had gone quiet, all eyes on the king and this strange new prince.

"Geralt will go." Vessimir sighed, clapping a hand on his son's shoulder. The crowd cheered in earnest this time and Geralt soaked it all in, their hope and elation. Vessimir raised a hand for silence and continued, "Now tell me, scholars and strategists, how will we bring him back alive?"

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part 2 here!

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