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horrorxweasley · 3 years

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Shibari

George Weasley x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut, Swearing!, Shibari,Bondage, Dom George, Sub Reader, Oral (Female receiving), Degradation, Praise

Word Count: 2.1K

Prompt(s) used: none

Summary: George has been practicing the art of Shibari and he now believes that he has gotten the hang of it so much that he decides to test out his new found skill on his girlfriend

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Over the last few months George has gotten into a new hobby that he had seen practiced online. He came across it when scrolling through an adult website which he had joined a while ago to find new and exciting things to try out in the bedroom with his girlfriend Y/N.

When he first came across it he thought it was just regular bondage but the more videos he watched of people practicing the art and the more photos he saw of completed works, his interest in it grew, so he finally ended up buying himself some rope and a mannequin to practice with.

For months George spent most of his free time in his home office where he also practiced Shibari. He followed multiple tutorials and flipped through hundreds of step by step books. In a surprisingly short space of time George went from a simple arm tie to perfecting the tortoise shell, an intricate pose where the ropes make patterns all over the torso, wrapping round the breast area and making them more prominent, tying the arms behind the back and harnessing through the female’s heat. The look was absolutely gorgeous looking, his imagination always went wild, picturing Y/N in that particular Shibari pose, the very thought in fact made his trousers tight.

After many hours, weeks and months of practicing George finally felt as though he was ready to share this hobby with his girlfriend and hopefully test it out on an actual human instead of a mannequin.One night when they both had a day off of work, Y/N and George were sat cuddled up on the couch watching their favourite TV show until George began to get that itching swell in his trousers as he thinks to himself what is just beyond his office door.

“Hey Darling?” George spoke, shifting slightly to ease the tent that has built in his trousers.

“Yeah?” Y/N replied her eyes not moving from the TV

George leaned in closer so his lips were brushing the side of her neck just under her ear before whispering lowly.

“I have something to show you”

This grabbed Y/N’s attention as she recognized that tone of voice, George was clearly not wanting to watch whatever was on the TV anymore, and she wasn’t complaining. George stood up from his position on the couch, stretching his hand out to Y/N to take, pulling her up and leading her out of the living room. Y/N instantly recognised that George was leading her to his office, confused she asked: “Georgie, why are you taking me to your office?”. She had thought he was ‘in the mood’ so why would he be leading her to his home place of work.

“You’ll see the princess just trust me” he smiled, turning the door handle down, opening the door. He allowed Y/N to walk in first, looking round the room confused, until her eyes landed on the mannequin and rope. The way the mannequin was dressed up in the tortoise shell shibari art took the words from Y/N’s mouth from it’s beauty and also caused a wet patch to form in her pants from knowing that George was wanting to do that to her.

Y/N turned swiftly round to look George in the eyes, her’s wide and doe like, he could feel his trousers tightening slightly at the look of her. His face has a knowing smirk on it and a mischievous gleam in his eyes confirming his intentions for the night ahead.

“What do you think princess?” he smirked

“I-” Y/N was lost for words, her gaze drifting back to the mannequin with the beautiful rope laced round it.

George moved to wrap his hands round her waist, resting his head on her shoulder before whispering in her ear.

“How bout I try my hobby out on a real model” his words laced with a smirk on his lips.

George swiftly took hold of Y/N’s hand and grabbed some of his nicest rope and led her out the home office and down the hallway to their shared bedroom. Their bedroom was partially decorated with the adult toys which they already used the majority of the time in the many nights they shared alone. Once inside George closed the door over with a click while Y/N stood in front of the king sized bed waiting for him patiently.

George slowly walked over to her, his pupils blown with lust, he placed the rope down on the bed behind them as his lips found hers in a loving soft kiss which gradually got rougher and needier as they melted into each other's touch. George bit down on Y/N’s bottom lip harshly causing her to gasp allowing his tongue to slip into her mouth battling with hers for dominance.

George pulled back from the kiss, his lips red and swollen slightly covered in their saliva.

“Strip” He growled, letting go of his tight grip around Y/N’s waist.

Y/N began straight away, starting with her t-shirt, pulling it up over her head to reveal her bra, George soaked in the sight as she moved her hands down her body shuffling out of her leggings. She hadn’t planned it but she was wearing George’s favourite two-piece on her.

“Fuck, those bra and panties make you look even more etheral than you do, shame that you’re going to take them off” he purred, kissing her neck and shoulders slightly.

Once he had pulled away Y/N began to strip off her underwear, she unclasped her bra throwing it to the ground, her nipple hardening with the cold air. Next to come off were her panties, sliding them down her legs and kicking them across the room leaving her completely bare in front of George. His eyes darkened as they wandered round her whole body as he paced towards her. His hands found their way to he sides, caressing her soft skin with a groan.

“So beautiful as always darling”

He reached behind her to grab the rope, showing it off in front of her.

“Now the fun begins” He smirked, kissing her lips quickly before getting on his knees. Due to George being a literal giant he wasn’t much smaller than Y/N while on his knees.

George began to weave the rope expertly all over Y/N’s body, wrapping round her waist, over and under her arms. Y/N looked down to George in admiration as he concentrated on his art. The moment that George started the lower half of the ropework, Y/N found herself whining and moaning slightly at the feeling of the rope brushing up against her wet pussy. The friction was something she had never experienced before, but she was definitely enjoying it.

It didn’t take long for George to finish what he was doing, getting up from his knees to admire his girlfriend. Her hands were now tied so she was unable to move them, the rope accentuating her breasts perfectly. The tent in his trousers became tighter and tighter with every second, he reached forward and pulled on the rope slightly causing Y/N to moan as it brushed past her clit.

“Mm you like how the rope feels against your skin darling? Not too tight is it?”

“Love it Georgie, not too tight, promise”

“Look so pretty tied up like this” He cooed kissing and sucking marks on to her neck causing her to moan as he quickly found her sweet spot, her arousal dampening the rope slightly.

“M’gonna eat out that pretty little pussy darling, bend over the bed for me be a good girl”

Y/N quickly complied, desperate for George’s tongue, she laid her top half down on to the bed, her cheek pressing against the mattress, her hands tied behind her back. George made his way over and once again got on his knees, he raised his hand to slap her arse leaving a red handprint on the skin. The sensation caused her to half moan, half scream into the soft material.

George spread her legs wider to allow himself more access and began to place sloppy kisses over her fold causing her to whine out in pleasure. He groaned against her causing the vibrations to shudder throughout her, his tongue began lapping at her folds gathering her juices on his tongue. Y/N’s whines and moans got louder with every lick and sucked against her sensitive bundle of nerves. Every time George ate her out, he made it his mission to do a better job than the last time, he ate her out like it was his last meal. The lewd sounds of Y/N’s moans, George’s groans and the wet lapping sound of George licking up her arousal.

Y/N’s legs shook as she got closer and closer to her orgasm.

“Fu-uck Georgie”

“Y’like that don’t you princess, taste so good”

George’s teeth grazed against her clit before sucking harshly, Y/N screamed out in pleasure, her walls beginning to flutter against nothing as she came. Her legs buckled but George held her tightly in place as he slurped up every last drop of her orgasm, moaning at the taste.

A muffled “Fuck” could be heard from Y/N

“Done so well f’me, taste so fucking good princess, why don’t you make yourself comfortable huh and i untie your hands, but the rest...the rest stays on” George growled as he leaned back from her cunt,he reached up and untied her hands so she could flip round and lie on her back.

George towered over her, unbuttoning his shirt, ripping it off of his torso exposing his pale, freckled chest to Y/N, her eyes roaming across his bare body as he roamed over her tied up one. The tent in his trousers now fully painful and in need of release, he took off his trousers and boxers allowing his erection to spring free, slapping his lower stomach.

The tip was red and covered in pre-cum, Y/N felt herself salivating at the sight, but as she reached up to stroke his cock George’s hand caught hers, shaking his head ”no”.

”ah ah ah, tonight is about you princess”

George crawled on top of her, capturing her lips with his, their eyes fluttering closed as their tongues brushed against each other. George reached down between them and began stroking his cockthroigh her folds, gathering her juices as lube. He pulled away to look Y/N in the eyes as he slowly pushed himself inside her, her face contorting with pleasure as a loud moan fell from her lips.

”F-fuck” George groaned as he fully sheathed himself inside her tight cunt. He moved his hand so that it was wrapped round the rope on her stomach, pulling it slightly causing friction to run up her body as he began to pound into her.

”y’like that don’t you, you like how the rope feels brushing against your slutty cunt as I fuck you” he groaned

”fuck yes Georgie, love it”

George’s pace quickened, his cock hitting Y/N’s g-spot with each thrust, her walls squeezing his dick perfectly causing both of them to moan out in pleasure. Geroge’s hand stayed firmly wrapped around the Shibari rope as the other cradled Y/N’s face, as he looked into her eyes lovingly leaning down to kiss her once more.

Y/N felt her vision become blurry with each thrust as she came closer and closer to her orgasm. George’s pace slowed as he felt her walls squeeze his cock but his thrusts became harder.

“So. fucking. tight.” George growled out with each hard thrust. The sound of their skin slapping together along with both of their moans filled the room.

“Georgie- oh god, m’so close, feels so good” Y/N moaned out

“Yeah? Can feel you squeezing me princess, fuck you feel so good”

George sped up his pace again as they both neared their release. Y/N could feel George’s dick twitch inside her causing her to moan loud.

Soon enough Y/N’s legs were shaking as her orgasm took over her body, and George’s white

ropes of release coated her velvet walls. Both of them moaned loudly in each other's ears as George held Y/N close to his body, by the ropes round her skin.

After they had both calmed down and from their highs and caught their breaths George pulled himself from inside her and laid down on the bed beside her, wrapping his arm around Y/N’s waist.

“Fuck we’re gonna have to do this more often princess”

“You were amazing Georgie, this was amazing” Y/N smiled

“But no matter how much I love these beautiful ropes, could you take them off me now, I don’t think I can sleep like this” She laughed breathily as George smirked.

“Of course princess”

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dongofthewolf · 3 years

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Hiii! Can I request no.9 from the cliché prompts and fake dating au?

Making Amends

Abby Anderson x Reader

Prompts: 9. “There’s only one bed and we sleep as far away as possible from each other but wake up cuddling” 18. Fake dating au

Warnings: swearing, fluff, hint of angst, Owen and Mel slander (sry I had to)

No pronouns are mentioned for the reader

Link to the prompt list here

A/N: Both tropes are literally my favourite things ever and it was so fun to write so ty for requesting it. It ended up way longer than I intended so uhhh yeah hope you enjoy LOL (esp if you requested it)!!

“What the hell Abby?! Have you been telling people that we’re dating?” You had cornered Abby into a secluded hallway, trapping her against the wall with your finger on her chest accusingly.

There was a flicker of fear in Abby’s eyes as she chewed on her lip nervously. Abby was considerably stronger than you and you probably looked like a mouse trying to intimidate a lion, but you didn’t care.

Abby couldn’t meet your burning gaze, all she replied with was a prolonged “Uhhhhhh”.

“Abigail Anderson, answer me right now or I swear to God-” It was rare for you to whip out her full name. And maybe it was kind of a cheap move, but it was a cheap move that almost always worked.

“Fine!” Abby interrupted, letting out a short sigh and preparing herself for the worst. “I kind of told Owen we were dating and I'm pretty sure he’s been telling other people.”

She said the words as quickly as possible, closing her eyes like a bomb was about to go off. Your reaction wasn't far off to say the least.

“You what? Why the fuck would you tell him we’re dating?” There was venom in your words and Abby flinched just slightly.

You were angry, incredibly so. You and Abby have always been close friends, or more so you had been until she started dating Owen. At first it was small things; cancelling plans or leaving early because she was busy and you completely understood. It’s not like you didn’t want her to hang out with him, and obviously you wanted her to be happy, but eventually it got to a point where she hardly ever spoke to you. Aside from the occasional greetings in the busy stadium, it was like you guys had never even been friends.

Now, after completely ignoring you for the past months, she decided it was a good idea to tell people that you guys were dating? It only seemed right for you to be pissed off.

“I just... Everyone kept looking at me like some sad puppy dog because I broke up with Owen, which normally I can handle. But every single day I kept getting the same sad fucking looks and I couldn’t take it anymore, so I told them I was seeing someone. I never mentioned your name but they kept prying, and prying and you were the first person that popped into my mind. I’m really sorry Y/N.”

You didn’t say anything at first, instead you looked at Abby without a hint of emotion on your face, and even less in your tone when you did finally speak. “Why didn’t you tell me you guys broke up?”

Abby paused, she didn’t know what response she was expecting but it definitely wasn’t that. “I um, I figured you knew. Pretty much everyone in the stadium knows.”

“Yeah well… I didn’t.” You were quiet. A part of you was angry and annoyed, but another part of you pitied Abby. She had never been one to lie, especially about something as petty as this.

Before you could think of something to say, Abby broke the silence. “Listen, I know you probably hate me right now, but I need to ask you a small favour.”

“Seriously?” You nudged Abby’s chest, pushing her into the wall again. The pity quickly dissipated to nothing, leaving you once again with a seething rage.

“Look, I know things between us haven’t been ideal but-“

“Haven’t been ideal?!” You interrupted, the absolute ignorance in her words tipping you off the edge. “Abby, you threw me away like I was trash! We were friends and you left me to hang out with Owen. I didn’t even know you guys broke up because you don’t tell me shit anymore!”

“I’ll do anything Y/N, okay? I’ll do your laundry, clean your room, I’ll even take your shifts for patrols.” Abby’s hands were on your forearms as she spoke. “Please just do this one thing for me and I’ll spend the rest of my life paying you back.” There was sincerity in Abby’s face, a hint of desperation too.

You paused. What could Abby possibly want so badly that she’d be willing to do all this for you? Even though you were angry at her, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t just a little bit intrigued.

“I’ll do anything Y/N, please. There must be something that you want.” Abby pleaded, absolute seriousness in her eyes.

“What I want is to never see you again.” Your finger was pointed at her chest again, poking her lightly.

Immediately you could see the hurt on Abby’s face. Okay, maybe that was a little bit harsh (and kind of petty) but you weren’t just gonna let Abby off that easily. Not after everything she’s done.

“Fine…” Abby paused to contemplate her next words, wiping the sadness from her face. “Fine, after tonight if you do this thing for me, we’ll never have to see each other again, I promise. I just need you to come to this party with me. We don’t have to talk or hold hands or anything and you can spend the whole night hating me, but I just need you there.”

“I-“ You couldn't do that. You couldn’t just pretend and lie to all of Abby’s friends for a whole night… Could you?

“Please Y/N. It’s embarrassing, okay? When we broke up, Mel immediately jumped in to fill my space. Everyone knew it and I had to pretend like I didn’t care so people would stop treating me like a wounded animal. If they find out I lied about you? I don’t think they’ll ever stop seeing me that way.”

You looked at Abby and felt a tinge of sympathy, she looked so sad and desperate, and for a second you even considered it. One night couldn’t hurt, right? Wait, no.

You mentally slapped yourself, trying to snap yourself out of it. You were not going to give in that easily. Nope. This was Abby, the same girl who threw away your friendship like it was nothing, and you were not going to let her use you like this. Not even while she’s looking at you with those sad, blue eyes. Nope, you’re mad, you’re angry, you’re-

“Fine.” Fuck.

“Yes! Thank you, thank you, thank you.” Abby’s eyes lit up as she wrapped her arms around you, lifting you into the air while she let out a breath of relief.

What did you just get yourself into?

—

“I can sleep on the floor, it's really no problem.” Abby offered, there was a slight nervousness in her tone as she stood in front of you shifting her weight on the balls of her feet.

“Abby, that’s stupid. It’s not like I’m infected or something.” You huffed, reaching for the box of matches to light the candle next to you.

Sometime after the party there had been a power outage and the entire WLF base went lights out. Meaning there was no heat and most annoyingly, no lights.

After a night of uncomfortable looks and even more uncomfortable conversations in which you spent most of the party trying to avoid Abby’s friends, she was walking you back to your room when everything suddenly went dark.

The both of you practically crawled to your room before you could locate a light source of some kind. It had been an hour since the power went out and you insisted that Abby sleep in your room, for… safety purposes.

You shook the match till it was out, suddenly you were thankful for impulse buying those candles last week.

“It’s fine, I’ll just crawl halfway across the stadium until I find my room. No biggie.” You couldn’t tell if she was joking, but something in you felt like she would actually do it if you didn’t insist she stay here.

You sighed. “Just sleep here Abs, it’s easier and I’m offering. Plus, I don’t need you army crawling across the entire WLF base. It’s hard on the arms, even for someone as strong as you.”

“You think I’m strong?” Abby smiled teasingly and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, looking away as you tried to hide the small grin on your face. God, it was hard to stay mad at Abby.

“Shut up and take the bed.” You could tell Abby was reluctant but she still plopped herself onto your bed. She sat awkwardly on the edge, unsure of how this was going to work.

You tried to ignore Abby’s weird energy as you buried yourself beneath the covers. It took a minute for her to actually lay down in the bed but when she did, she was careful to keep her distance. It was pretty funny (and pretty cute) how unsure she was.

After a few minutes of silence you heard Abby whisper your name softly, almost like she wasn’t sure if you could hear her.

Nuzzling your nose into your pillow you whispered back a small “Yeah?”.

“Thank you.” You could hear the genuity in Abby’s voice, how grateful she was for such a simple act and suddenly it hit you, you didn’t want her to leave you alone. You missed this—missed Abby.

Instead of responding you nudged her foot lightly with yours. It was something you guys had done as kids, like a silent way of saying “I’m here.”. Under the dinner table with the Fireflies or during training when you first joined the WLF; it was an unspoken thing between the both of you. An action that spoke much louder than words possibly could.

The both of you laid on opposite ends of the bed, your backs turned to each other. You shifted under the sheets before finally finding a comfortable position, you fell asleep that night to the steady sound of Abby’s breathing.

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You were first to wake up, confusion washing over you when you felt your head rising and falling. Why the hell was your pillow moving? Then it hit you; it wasn’t the bed moving, it was Abby. Your head lay resting on Abby’s chest, her arm over your back while your limbs were wrapped around her like a giant stuffed animal. The sound of her beating heart was soft in your ears and you could feel her breath coming out in steady increments, blowing lightly against your head.

You weren’t sure what to do about your compromising position. It was already too late for you to leap out of her arms and a large part of you didn’t want to move anyways. So you decided to pretend to sleep until she woke up. That way you wouldn’t have to decide what to do, she would.

Abby woke up shortly after you, you could tell she was awake by the way her breath hitched in her throat upon noticing how you guys were situated. However, instead of jumping out of the bed in a panic, Abby didn’t move either, and it took everything in you to not open your eyes.

After a few moments of stillness, you almost thought she had fallen back asleep. It wasn’t until you felt a light touch on your temple that you realized she was awake. The touch so light you nearly missed it when Abby brushed a small strand of hair away from your face.

Then slowly, Abby pried you off of her and you nearly let a small groan slip from your lips when you felt the absence of her warmth. She gently rolled you over, covering you with the blanket before walking into the bathroom.

That’s when it happened: the ache. A sharp, jarring ache in your heart that you only felt with her— that you haven’t felt since the two of you were best friends. It had left you when you and Abby stopped talking, but it returned just the same when you witnessed the tenderness of her actions. You never thought to put a name to this feeling (and maybe a part of you didn’t want to), but it was near impossible to ignore it.

You couldn’t possibly be harbouring secret feelings for Abby, right? You tried to distract yourself from these thoughts, it was way too early to be worrying about these things.

Feigning tiredness you rolled off the bed and headed towards the bathroom. You knocked on the door and when Abby opened it you noticed she was in the process of redoing her braid.

You leaned against the doorway as you watched her skilled fingers work. “Abs?”

“Hm?” She replied as she tied off the end of her braid.

“I didn’t really mean what I said to you last night… about never wanting to see you again. I’m sorry.” You picked at your thumb anxiously, eyes wandering around the room, looking anywhere but at Abby.

Abby turned to face you, letting the braid fall to her side. “You don’t have to apologize Y/N, I deserve it. I didn’t even hesitate to leave you when Owen and I started dating, and I was-“

“Stupid?” You finished for her, looking up from the floor to meet Abby’s gaze.

“Stupid. And for what it's worth, I’ve really missed hanging out with you Y/N, even if it is under these circumstances.”

“You know… I think I know a way you can make it up to me, if you’re still up for it?” Abby looked at you with a raised eyebrow and you noticed the corner of her mouth curling into a small smile.

“Oh yeah? What would that be?”

“You see, there’s this guy that’s been trying to ask me out for weeks even though I keep rejecting him.” You gave Abby a tiny grin as you continued. “Well, maybe if he found out I was dating a certain soldier who could pound his ass into the ground, then he’d leave me alone.”

Abby nodded her head nonchalantly as she took a small step towards you, crossing her arms across her chest. “You know what’s crazy? I think I have just the person for you.”

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kimageddon · 3 years

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Star Wars Fics

I was challenged by @ashotofspotchka . So I did it.

The Prompt

Made this a Tech x Reader fic. I got inspired. And became a bit longer that intended.

I heard y'like Tech?? @eyecandyeoz @fallenrepublick (tag a fan!)

The Wedding

Well this was a right mess to be in. How had you even gotten into this situation? Oh of course… Cid. As much as you admired her, she was a tricky one. If not for her you would have never been invited to her salon, nor would you have met the most frustrating band of men you’d encountered. And their adorable little sister of course.

Had you not taken that job with them a few months ago, you would not have gotten to know them so well. Not been put in so many ridiculous situations and nearly losing your head. You wouldn’t have that new scar across your thigh… and you wouldn’t have grown to like them so much.

Damn it. Your mentor always told you not to get too attached to people, one never knew when they would find each other on opposite sides of the field so to speak. Casual acquaintances were one thing. Friendship was not a good idea. Anything more was downright dangerous. You told yourself it was alright to have a little affection for them. That it was alright to laugh and make jokes, to share a meal with them, to make them smile. That was alright… wasn’t it?

You let out a sigh wishing the ceremony would soon be over. Not that it wasn’t lovely. Of course it was. The venue was beautifully decorated, from the flowers to the guests, everything was stunning. A perfect picture of romance and love and devotion.

You usually detested weddings. There was one incident when you were young and… well it spoiled the idea of them to you. Though this was… actually rather nice. The group, you included, were tasked with providing security for the wedding as a favour to one of Cid’s associates. It was one of the more ridiculous missions… though even you had to admit, you cleaned up alright in a silken dress and heels. It had been a while since you’d had to go undercover and this was… well it was rather fun.

The downside of course had been seeing the boys in their suits. It wasn’t good for your heart. If they looked a picture of badass intimidation in full armour, then the five of them in suits were just perfect.

Hunter even had his hair swept back, though it took you a second to recognise him without the bandana. Wrecker had been a little grumbly about feeling unprotected but was very pleased when you told him he was very handsome. Crosshair had rolled his eyes at first, but gotten very offended when you snatched his toothpick from his lips. Echo had a moment when he was finally dressed. You’d been tying his bowtie when he’d let out a little huff and gave a small smile, saying he “felt human again.” Your heart broke at these words because even with his brothers he still felt… lesser. You had been quick to assure him that he was more human than anyone you knew and that the prosthetics meant nothing on that. Seeing him puff up with pride again was worth nearly getting shot last week.

Even Omega had a pretty dress on and flats tied to her ankles with ribbons. You and she had picked a dress to match Hunter’s suit specifically, she looked up to her big brother so very much, you often thought he was more like a father really, but kept these thoughts to yourself for now.

The last one to join you was the one that affected you the most of course. Tech stepped out onto the landing platform looking like a million credits and like he should have a hot woman on each arm. Like he could make any woman swoon with just a wink.

Hot damn.

Of course he would not do such a thing, and was just looking around, observing the surroundings for possible points of attack, vulnerability and in general taking in the surroundings. As you were also meant be doing. Internally you swore and after drinking in his obliviously gorgeous self, you’d returned to praising the way Omega had pinned her hair without needing your help.

Tech had of course been one of the members of the self-proclaimed ‘Bad Batch’ that you had found the most interesting. He always knew at least five facts about the planet or target or mission that the others didn’t. Always reading, always observing. His eyes behind his goggles were never still. One could think him cold if they didn’t look close enough. But he had a deep passion for knowledge, for technology… its no wonder he had chosen such a name. Practical. To the point. You liked that about him. You like quite a bit about him as you recently discovered. The way he could fix anything. The way his eyes lit up when he talked about learning new things. The way he was so damn efficient at his job, he knew the Havoc Marauder inside and out. The little smile when the two of you shared an inside joke. Or the way he rolled his eyes whenever one of his brothers exasperated him. The way he was always right there to help Omega over large stones or down the stairs of the ship. He was so thoughtful like that, despite not really talking about it.

Actually no. No, you didn't like that. It was just positive observations. That’s all. He was a colleague… maybe a friend. Maybe. There was nothing more to it, you told yourself. There wasn’t anything meant in the little brushes of your fingers when you two passed items between each other. Or passed in the hold of the ship. Or when you were squashed together when hiding from Imps. He didn’t think like that. Right?

Currently, you were standing on one side of the large room, waiting for the bride to arrive. On one side were you, Hunter and Crosshair, standing alongside the pews. On the other, was Omega, Echo, Wrecker and Tech. You wished Tech was on your side of the room, then he wouldn’t be in your vision at least. Not that it meant anything! You were allowed to admire the handsome technician of course, but that's all it was. He certainly wasn’t looking back at you every minute or so either. You were probably imagining it. You had to keep your eyes out for any breaches in security. Any guests acting strange. Certainly not staring at the drop-dead gorgeous clone in glasses across from you.

“Feeling alright, Feisty?” Hunter asked in a low whisper. You smirked at the nickname, apparently you had made an impression on them in the first mission when the client had gotten too mouthy. “Your heart rate is higher than usual.” He added, and you could hear definite amusement in his tone.

You pursed your lips together, trying not to smile from embarrassment. “I’m fine Hunter.” You replied out of the corner of your mouth. Another sweep of the venue with your eyes-- oh kriff Tech was looking your way. Your eyes met for just a second before you tore them away. You heard Hunter chuckle.

“You sure?” He muttered, folding his arms,

“Shut up, Hunter.” You retorted with a soft huff. He chuckled again and you felt your face grow hot. By the nine moons of Endor you wanted to run. It was then the music began and you steeled yourself. The ceremony was beginning.

It was lovely, really. Very sweet, lovely and romantic. The Togruta and his Twi’lek bride seemed very in love if the look on the groom's face was to be believed. He practically lit up like a beacon on seeing her. You had the brief thought... would anyone do that for you? Before immediately pushing it away. Those sorts of thoughts were dangerous. You were sure that it was going to be boring… but you couldn’t help but get a little distracted when they began to say their vows.

“...my darling. There is so much I want to say to you. So much I have felt and left unsaid, I am sure you know just how I feel just by the way I look at you.”

Your eyes instinctively flicked to the otherside of the room. You glimpsed his eyes on you and was immediately caught in the depths of his soft brown eyes. The gentle and kind look you had seen many times, but thought nothing of. He was just kind, that’s who he was. In this moment though-- you were sure there was… a little more to it.

“...It was not easy to let myself open up… to bring myself to acknowledge my feelings but in one moment I knew they were endless and unrelenting. I love you from the depth of my soul and I never want to be apart from you…”

Oh hells… these vows were so saccharine sweet that normally you would be gagging… but these ones hit a little too close to home. You couldn’t stop your eyes from being tugged toward the suited clone trooper opposite you, no matter how you forced them away, to scan the room for danger, they were always drawn back to him. Always him.

“...When I met you you were just so wild. Such a firecracker…!”

There was a laugh across the room and you almost jumped, reminding yourself you were in a crowd. Though none of them paid attention to you. Only one.

“...It was like seeing the sun for the first time, with you in my world colours were brighter, food was sweeter, I found myself longing for times when we could be together, even in the small moments…”

You recalled the times Tech and yourself had been together, doing maintenance, repairs, listening to the music through the entertainment channels. The little laughs, the simple things.

“...not everything was easy, and there has been so much danger…”

You remembered your last serious injury, the piece of twisted metal sticking out of your leg while you hauled ass back to the ship, firing behind you to cover the boys. The way Tech’s eyes had become as big as moons when you finally collapsed, and they saw how bad the injury was.

“... but I always trusted you to get me through anything. I love you, my darling. With all my heart, and soul and with every beat of my heart and breath in my body. I will be yours even after all the stars in the galaxy burn out.”

You had been unable to tear your gaze from Tech’s for the last minute or so and you could feel your face burn. It was only when the vows were done and the bride and groom kissed, their hands wrapped together in a red ribbon and the other guests clapped in support that you snapped out of your little reverie. You joined, half-heartedly in the applause but you felt… strange. You really wanted this mission to be over. Or a drink. Yeah, a drink would be good.

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robinofgothamcity · 3 years

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♡ starting prompt: “if I was your boyfriend, I’d pepper you with kisses and gifts and spoil you so bad.”

♡ pairing: tim drake (Robin YJ S2) x fem reader

♡ lyric inspiration: “if we go down then we go down together, we’ll get away with everything, we’ll show them we are better.”

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes

Tim Drake was a special one, everyone knew that. he wasn’t Dick, the happy go lucky Robin, he for sure wasn’t Jason Todd, the sarcastic and very rude Robin. he was the tactical Robin, the one who made sure everything went as planned, whether it was on a mission or when all of you decided to hangout.

you were not apart of his plan. at all.

when you first joined the team, you were very similar to Garfield and Bart. very playful, extremely flexible when it came to hanging out with everyone on the team which made you very likable amongst them. Tim didn’t really like it at first.

he thought all you liked to do was have fun and play games but when he finally saw you out on the field, he was more than impressed. it was like a flip of a switch. your playful personality immediately went out the window and it was like you became a whole other person.

the team at the moment was having a bit down time. more than usual that is. you were lying around the lair, kicking your legs up against Bart as Nightwing walked in with Robin following behind him.

“hey guys!” you murmured through a mouthful of chips, “afternoon ( hero name ), enjoying that bag of chips?” Nightwing asked. you nodded happily as Bart reached in and ate some, “what has all of you here? you guys aren’t usually around at this time of day,” Garfield exclaimed.

Robin sat next to you, making sure he didn’t sit too close to you. when he started developing his crush on you, he immediately sensed himself getting nervous around you so he made it his mission to remain a close yet far distance.

“we need to talk to the team and since some of you are here, we figured it was best to break the news to you now,” you gave Tim and the rest of the boys a nervous look, “is the team breaking up? because I can’t afford to be back on the street,” you practically blurted.

Nightwing laughed, shaking his head, “nothing like that! the city of Gotham actually wants to honor the team this weekend at a special dinner,” Nightwing said. you sighed in relief as he continued, “they want it to be a black tie event so all of you need to be dressed appropriately. Wonder Woman herself offered to buy your attire if you choose to attend,” he mentioned to you.

you perked up in excitement.

“awesome! I’ll give her a call right now, thanking her in advanced,” you said, getting up from the couch and heading to the nearest phones. Tim sighed, watching you walk away as Nightwing gave his brother a look of confusion.

“any of you planning on asking any of the girls as a date?” Nightwing asked off handedly. Garfield and Bart instantly perked up, eyes darting in the direction of where you went, “definitely ( hero name ),” the two boys said.

suddenly, the air went thick as Bart, Garfield, and Tim looked at each other. a competitive stare fell on their faces as Nightwing could tell something was up, “mind telling me what all of you are thinking?” Nightwing asked them as Garfield and Bart instantly looked at each other.

“I’m asking her out!” the two of them shouted.

Nightwing shook his head disappointedly. he knew that this would become an issue. there wasn’t many girls on the team that could be asked out on a date so that really only left you and Cassie on terms of availability.

“please, like she’d accept you as a date,” Bart told Garfield as Garfield immediately stood up in defensive, “you’re the one to talk!” he retorted just as loudly.

Nightwing could tell his brother was thinking to himself. something he did often and while he wasn’t exactly the best at figuring it out, this time, he knew it had to do with the conversation at hand. every now and again, Dick could see the way Tim looked at you. some of it was eyes of admiration but more often than not, he had that lovestruck look.

Dick could just tell that Tim was also apart of the competition in trying to ask you out. you had walked back inside to the living room but this time with Cassie at your side. you were laughing at something she said before Garfield and Bart attacked you suddenly.

“do you want to be my date to the dinner?” they both yelled in unison. Cassie immediately started laughing as you stood in place, not knowing whether to accept or not, “uh, Garfield? I thought you seen me as a sister?” you asked, seeing Gar’s dejected face.

last week while all of you were playing a game of cards, he had mentioned that he thought of you as a sister in passing. while he never thought that the comment would ever come back to haunt him, sure enough it did. Gar hung his head low as Bart gave you a hopeful look.

“you serious?” you asked the redhead. Bart nodded excitedly, “yeah! we can get matching ties and dresses!” he practically boasted as he grabbed your hand, shaking it in excitement.

you shook your head, “whatever Allen, the color we’re wearing is dark green so find a tie and I can find a color to match a dress with it,” you stated, making Bart nod in agreement.

once you were out of earshot with Cassie, Bart fist pumped the air in excitement as he danced in place, “told you I’d get the girl!” he exclaimed happily. Tim sighed, not saying much as he tried to not make it sense that he was both jealous and disappointed.

he had no idea that they were going to ask you out this quickly. Tim figured that maybe he could get you alone and ask you out when the time was right but now....Bart had beat him to the punch and by the looks of it, you seemed pretty interested in him too.

Tim wasn’t one to get insecure about himself rather quickly but seeing someone he had grown to like over the course of the last few months, he felt that small bit of insecurity rise up.

Saturday morning at the lair was busier than usual. since Gar hadn’t acquired a date for tonight, between him and a few others, they offered to take patrol for the night. you were feeling nervous bubbles in your stomach. you had never gone on a date before and while you had never saw Bart as anything but a brother, maybe the dinner could change it.

you ironed out the forest green dress and hung it in your designated room closet. while you were trying on a few heels Wonder Woman had bought you, you heard a knock on your door before seeing Megan walk in with a solemn look on her face.

“hey Megan!” you exclaimed happily. she gave you a tight lipped smile, “Bart’s on the phone. he needs to tell you something,” she murmured, handing the phone over to you.

you grabbed it, hearing the hacking cough coming from the other end of the phone. you instantly sighed knowing exactly why Bart had called you. he wasn’t going to be able to make it to the dinner. he had caught the bug that Jaime had a few days before and wasn’t able to get out of bed.

“I told you not to hang out with him Thursday night,” you threatened, clutching your heel in your hand, “but did you listen? no you did not. now I have dress that won’t be worn because the IDIOT who had offered to be my date was irresponsible,” you exclaimed.

Bart tried to makeup an apology but you practically waved it off, “have fun in bed you jerk!” you said before hanging up. Megan gave you a sad look, “you’re really not going tonight?” you sighed, shaking your shoulders, “you should! Wonder Girl, Robin, Blue Beetle, Nightwing, Superboy, and the rest of us are still going. you could always just tag along with one of us!” she offered.

you thanked her silently. you figured since Wonder Woman had already bought the dress for you, you couldn’t just let it go to waste. “sure, I’ll tag with Wonder Girl tonight,” you murmured, trying not to seem disappointed.

Megan gave you a quick hug before letting you go back to doing your makeup. Tim walked in with his suit in hand as Megan walked out of your room, “what’s going on?” he asked Nightwing. he looked to his brother, “Bart caught the bug Blue had a few days ago and can’t go to the dinner with ( your name ), he whispered.

Tim tried not to seem happy by what he had just found out but since Bart was sick and Gar was staying for patrol, he figured his stars must’ve aligned. the dinner was going to be happening in under an hour and all he was told to do was bring his suit so all of you could head out in one car.

“that must be upsetting for her,” Tim replied, seeing as Dick started to laugh, “some how I get the sense that you aren’t as upset as she is,” he said before walking away.

Tim didn’t say anything as he heard Dick tell him to get dressed within the next few minutes before all of you were late. as Tim went into the bathroom, he heard you call Cassie or Megan over to your room. he wondered what you needed but figured it wasn’t his place to head over if you didn’t call for him.

putting on the suit didn’t take as long as he thought. all he needed was help tying the tie and he went back out to the front of the lair. “she looks great, doesn’t she?” he heard Zatanna say to Megan, “I feel kinda bad for Bart. he really missed out,” she added on.

you walked out of your room as you struggled to walk with your heels on. Garfield, Tim, and even Nightwing were a bit taken back by how you looked. you had never been so dressed up before so they were in a bit of shock as you walked out with Cassie.

“wow,” Garfield whispered, “can I be your date tonight?” he said as you smacked him in the back of his head, “sorry Gar, you have patrol or else I would actually take you up on that,” you giggled before sitting down on the couch.

Tim almost instantly sat next to you as he gave you a smile, “you look....fantastic,” he mentioned. you looked at the ground, not trying to get caught with a flustered expression, “thanks Rob, it means a lot coming from you,” you said, not realizing what you were actually saying.

Dick smiled to himself as he watched the interaction. his heart warmed up at the sight of the two of you. he knew Tim took himself a bit too seriously sometimes so seeing you break that harsh exterior made him happy. Tim needed to loosen up and maybe you would be the one to do that for him. hell, Tim trusted you with his life and that was not something he said often.

after all of you arrived to the dinner and thanked everyone who coordinated the event, all of you sat down at separate tables to eat. you had asked for a two seat table since you figured that Bart was going to join you but now, you realized that you’d probably be eating alone on the balcony.

just as you handed your jacket to the hostess, you saw Robin walking your way, “mind if I sit with you?” he asked nervously. you perked up, “of course! you sure you don’t wanna sit with Nightwing or even Blue?” you asked. Tim shook his head no, “I’d prefer if I sat with you,” he tried to say without a blush covering his face.

he pulled your chair out, making sure you were already seated before pushing you back in. Tim sat across from you, giving you a smile before looking to the hostess who was making her way over to the two of you again.

the night had went relatively quickly. that semi-awkward tension between the two of you quickly disappeared as both of you got comfortable around each other.

Robin, underneath that shell of his was a pretty funny guy. he would tell a joke that would have you crying from laughter for at least a few minutes and while the hostess that was attending the two of you had mentioned that it was getting a bit more cold and the two of you should just head in, neither you or Robin made the move to actually go inside.

the two of you were sitting down on cushioned lawn chairs, talking about a failed mission the two of you had went on a few months ago that made Bart lose his eyebrows due to an explosion.

“I swear, it was the funniest thing ever,” you said through giggles, “you really should have been on our team.” Tim sighed contently as he watched you run your hand through your hair, “hey, can I ask you something?” he asked suddenly.

you nodded, a bit nervous on why he changed his mood all of a sudden, “do you have a thing with Bart?” he asked. you were taken back, not knowing that this would be the question, “uh, no? we’re just friends. I know we were supposed to be each others dates but I think he really only asked me because of his little competition with Garfield,” you murmured, “why do you ask?”

the two of you had been leaning up against the rail of the balcony as you had taken Tim’s jacket earlier in the night and wrapped it around yourself.

“I was wondering...if after this dinner.....you’d be interested in going out on another date with me?”

you stayed silent for a moment, not knowing what to respond with.

“with me? really? I never thought of Mr.Perfect asking me out on a date,” you replied, trying not to make it too awkward, “I don’t think you’re any different than I am. I’ve liked you for a while now and have been wondering if you felt the same.”

you let out a sigh, “of course. I’d love too. I’m just not sure what you see in me is all,” you responded with. Tim grabbed your hand and held it, “you’re amazing. whether it’s on the field and kicking someone’s ass or just lounging around the lair with Gar and Bart. if I was your boyfriend, I’d pepper you with kisses and gifts and spoil you so bad,” he confessed.

you stayed silent, not knowing how to reply. you had never taken Tim as the romantic type and was not expecting that kind of confession.

Tim leaned in and placed the smallest kiss on your lips as he put his forehead on yours after he pulled away. you smiled, putting your hand on his cheek and brushing your thumb against it, “that means I should probably tell you who I really am,” Tim murmured, taking off his domino mask.

“I’m Tim, Tim Drake.”

“ ( your name ).”

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darklove9314-blog · 3 years

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Please Me-Nessian NSFW

Author’s Note: This fic is for day 2 of Nessian Month! If you would like to join, the prompts are on @illyrianet page!!! (Prompt used: Sex Toys)

Azriel’s eyebrows lifted as a fierce blush produced on Nesta’s cheeks. Why the hell did she ask about this in the first place? she should have known it was too personal of a thing to ask. But her embarrassment dimmed some when Azriel gave her a soft laugh.

“I usually go to this shop on the rainbow for all my stuff. I can give you the address and if you don’t want to go alone, I’m sure Mor or Feyre would be willing to go with you.“

Nesta sighed looking around to make sure that no one could hear them.

“I’d rather not go shopping for sex toys with my sister of all people. As for Mor, well, I know how much she loves to chat and I wouldn’t want the surprise to be ruined for Cassian when he comes back for his birthday tomorrow.”

Azriel nodded, “So you’re going alone?”

“That‘s the plan.” Nesta confirmed. wanting to end this conversatio, she had only asked because she had constantly heard about Azriel’s special talents, and she thought if anyone would know where a good place to get sex toys were it would be him.

“In that case, happy shopping. I’m sure whatever you end up getting Cassian will be more than pleased.” Azriel teased. Nesta rolled her eyes slightly as she made her way out of the house to make her purchases.

“Nesta!” Cassian called out, the house blowing him a sign of greeting as he smiled back at it.

“It’s nice to see you again too. Any idea where my mate has gone off to?“ He asked as the house produced a walkway of candles to communicate. Interesting.

“Thank you.” He said to the house as he made his way to the bedroom that Nesta and himself had designated as theirs.

“Nesta, sweetheart, I’m-“ The words clogged in his throat as his gaze darted to the mouth watering sight he saw. His cock hardening at the sight of her. Reminding him of how long it had been since he had been inside of her. Something he was hoping on remedying rather soon.

Nesta stood there in a red lace bra that shimmered in the light barely covering her voluminous breast looking as if they were going to spill out of it as his gaze traveled downward making sure to take his time. to drink her in.

Her underwear rested on her hips, displaying that marvelous ass of hers. making him want to travel his hands down the curves of her body before he took her right then and there.

But what had stopped him was that Nesta arms were attached to a specific device. her wrist bound by two red ribbons. His eyes than glanced at the table beside her. the table that had displayed numerous toys that were ripe for the choosing. his hazel brown eyes met her blue grey eyes. The desire written all over her face. He would gladly fuck that sweet cunt of hers until he had her screaming his name from her lips, but first he wanted to play.

He walked over to her slowly, assessing her, the way that beautiful body of hers seemed more than ready for him to take her. To please her. He knew that she wanted him to touch her, to kiss her. But if they were going to play this game, Cassian had more than his fair share of experience in it.

His finger drew across the satin ribbons holding her in place feeling their softness. They seemed to be durable for the most part. Which Cassian was pleased with. They needed to be with everything he had planned to do with her.

“These are new.“ He mused. He swore he could hear her breath catching. Could scent her desire. Her underwear nicely soaked, but that wasn’t nearly enough. he wanted her drenching them by the time he was ready to take her.

“I may have got them for your birthday.” She breathed as his hand slid over the ribbon once more. His eyes traveled to the array of toys beside them.

“Did you buy those as well?” He asked, his breath sweeping across her skin. He tightened the ribbons slightly. She nodded waiting for his next response.

“I bought them so we could have some fun.” She purred. The sound making Cassian’s cock ache with the need to plunge into her. To spend his seed so deep that she would smell of him for days. But now was not the time to be thinking of that. If Nesta wanted to play than they would play.

“Have you been thinking of all the naughty things I could do to you, Nes?” He asked inching forward, his body barely brushing against hers.

“Yes.” She breathed.

“There are so many things that I can do to pleasure you Nesta.“ His lips inches towards the shell of her ear, bitting it slightly. A approving gasp falling from her lips. “Did you want me to do all of them?”

“Yes. “ She said. His finger moving to her bra, sliding the strap of it down to bare her shoulder to him.

“I may not be gentle.“ He whispered. pressing his length to her. Letting her feel everything that she was doing to him. She gasped, Her bound hands moving towards him before she remembered that they were bound. She threw back her head looking deep into his eyes.

“Good, because I don’t want you to be.“ She replied. Making his cock harden at her words. at the implication of them.

“If I do something you don’t like-“ He started.

“Then I’ll stop you with no hesitation.“ She assured him meeting his heated gaze. “But right now I want you to fuck me so hard that I won’t be able to sit right for days.“

“I think I can manage that.“ Cassian acknowledged. His lips curving in a wicked smile, ”But first I want you ready to accommodate me. I want everyone to scent your need for miles. You’ll be as wet as the Sidra when I finally slip into that paradise of yours.”

Cassian‘s eyes traveled to Nesta‘s hardened nipples. Them taunting him through the fabric of her bra, begging him to touch them, To taste them. He would do that and more to her. He would leave no place of her touched until she was crying out his name in pleasure. That thought alone nearly made him spill in his pants. He had to be careful, He couldn’t lose control too quickly. He wouldn’t do that to his beautiful mate before him.

His hands moved back to her bra circling her nipple through the fabric. Her breath catching slightly.

“Are you fond of these?” He asked. Letting her feel that fire in his gaze. He gestured to the bra and panties. Reminding him of the red of his siphons.

“I got it so you could do what you wanted with it.” She admitted, a mischievous smile on her face. as if she knew where his mind was. What he wanted to do with this particular outfit.

“I love the sound of that.” He growled, his hand going to the front of her bra, tearing it off and exposing her hardened nipples. “Because it’s getting in the way of you being bare before me.“

His hands yanked her underwear down Enough to where they hit her ankles. tying them there so she couldn’t move. Her body now fully exposed to him. Looking at her with his desires gaze. The body he had had multiple times, so much so that his scent seemed like a permanent part of her. His mate. The love of his life.

“Will you be good for me Nesta?” He asked tilting your her chin. He was entirely too clothed. And all he wanted was to strip down and stroke himself at the image of her there, waiting for him to do what he pleased with her. Knowing that there were so many possibilities.

“Yes General Cassian.” She promised, He grasped her hair, fingers i Tsing in that gods damned braid of hers as he pulled it out, her hair tumbling down past her breast.

“I want your hair down sweetheart.“ He pulled her hair crashing his lips down to hers, tongue sweeping in her mouth before he pulled back. “I’ll never tire of how you taste on my tongue. Though your mouth isn’t the only place I want to put my tongue.”

A small whimper escaped Nesta’s throat.

“Patience sweatheart, I’ll devour every inch of that beautiful sex of yours as soon as I’ve had my fill of you.“

He went to the table, eyeing the contents on it. All the choices she had laid out. He knew Nesta had never really experimented with all these things. Had seemed to grab everything she could get her hands on.

A small smile played over his lips as he picked up one that was double sided. He had never tried double penetration with his beautiful mate. But he knew it was one of her many fantasies.

He toyed with it glancing between it and her. Her glance looking eager.

He held it to his hard length, smirking the slightest bit.

“It may not be as big as I am, but it’ll get the job done until I’m ready for you.“ Cassian teased, her delectable scent filling his senses before he grabbed some oil off of the table along with the lubricant coating the toy so it would slid into his mate easier. although he guessed she had no trouble getting wet.

“Cassian.” She pleaded. Her patience wading, he set the toy down, the toy now glistening from the lubrications as Cassian gazed upon Nesta. her nipples hardened. Her sex soaked at the mere thought of everything he was going to do with her, that body of hers more than ready for him. but Cassian had always loved to tease Nesta. He wanted to see what her limits were. See how much she would beg for him to touch her, to sate that sex of hers until all she saw were stars.

Cassian’s hands went to his leathers, slowly undoing the pulls and the stays of them glancing at her waiting gaze as his cock sprang free. erect and patiently waiting. He pumped himself, hand sliding along his length slowly as she licked her lips remembering his taste. How she loved it when he fucked her mouth. He would have to do that later. when she wasn’t bound.

His shirt was next getting rid of it in one fail swoop, his naked body on full display for her. His length aching to be buried inside of her. He grabbed the jar, lathering his hand with the oil that smelled faintly of coconut, as he moved towards her breast. taking one of her nipples in his mouth as one of his hands kneaded the other. A moan falling from her lips as she tossed her head back exposing that beautiful throat of hers.

He grazed her nipple with his teeth softly enough to grab her attention. until her nipple was pebbled underneath his mouth, her other breast slick with oil As he moved to it., the taste of coconut filling his mouth as he licked and sucked at it. his hand massaging her other breast, her breath quickenin. He pinched her nipple releasing her other one kissing down the length of her body until he was done to her sweet, sweet sex. Her scent perfuming the his nostrils. He wanted to taste her. but first.

He grabbed the lube, making sure her ass was prepped and ready,

“Ready mate?” He asked.

She nodded breathing hard, He lightly pinched her clit making her gasp.

“I want you to tell me you’re ready sweetheart.“

“Yes. Gods yes.”

He grabbed the dildo, examining it as he pressed a button, the vibration going up his arms. He chuckled. testing the vibrations counting ten different settings Wanting to test all of them.

He moved the toy to her center, the other end penetrating her ass as she gasped slightly at the vibration as he moved it in and out of her. Kissing the side of her hip picking up his pace with it. Hitting the button again as Nesta cried out, Cassian glancing up taking in the look on her face. Looking like she wanted nothing more than to lose herself, He hit the button again. Nesta screaming out in pleasure as Cassian lost his careful restraint. Grasping the underwear at her ankles and tossing them to the side.

He placed her feet on his shoulders hitting a different angle as tears of ecstasy sprang in her. his tongue flicking her clit making her cry out.

“Cassian.” She cried. “Cassian, I-“

“Does it feel better than my cock inside you?” He asked shoving it deeper, her gasps turning to sobs. The dildo coated with her wetness. Cassian would do anything taste her release, but he had to get her closer.

“No.“ She gasped out. “Nothing-is better-than you.“ She breathed, her words coming out gruntled. He licked her again.

“Do you want me inside of you Nesta?“ He said shoving it deeper. “Do you want to finish with me inside of you?”

“Yes.“ She cried out as Cassian pulled the dildo out of her, tossing it to the side, tasting her delicious sex of hers until he had his fill before he lifted her up wrapping her legs around his waist, her wrist still bound as he sheathed himself inside of her filling her to the hilt as she moaned clenching around him. Knowing that she was close. He leaned in closer to her ear, biting down on her neck, sucking on it until an impression was left on her skin. As he tasted her his lips moving up her neck until he got to her ear whispering,

“Hold on tight, Nes.”

He thrusted up into her, His name falling from her lips moving in and out of her moving with her body. giving her exactly what she wanted, what they both wanted.

He quickened his pace, bucking his hips harder. licking, biting, and sucking on her neck. Her moan and sobs in her lips. Her legs shaking with the force of her gathering orgasm, her wetness coating his cock.

”Come for me mate. Let that release from that glorious sex of yours coat me. I’m so close Nes, So, So close, fall into oblivion with me sweetheart.“ He thrust harder hitting the exact spot he knew would send her over the edge, as her eyes rolled on the back of her head. Noises damn near primal falling from her mouth.

“Fuck, Nesta, Fuck, I love you.” He gasped out crashing his mouth to her, tasting every inch of it and her mouth as he felt her clenching around him, Her releasing around him in sweet ecstasy as his own release spewed in her. Pumping her until his seed was spent. until every inch of her was filled with him.

She leaned her head against his shoulder as he pulled the ribbons on her wrist, releasing them with ease as he carried her to the bed, still inside her, Not wanting to lose the feel of her as he laid her on the bed. kissing her through sweet nothings and words of admiration until he pulled her to him, pressing a kiss to her hair.

“Best birthday present ever. ” He mused as him and his mate feel into a blissful sleep.

#nesta #nestaarcheron #nessianmonth #nessian #nessian fic #a court of silver flames spoilers #acosf spoiler #nessian smut

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madsthewordclown · 3 years

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Dance with Me | Sokka x Reader

Prompt: “Please don’t do this to me.”

I got this prompt from a post by @urmomoness ! I love their prompt lists so much, and I just had to write something with this one because IDEAS. You can thank @nadiblue for convincing me to post this now

summary: a whole lot of fluff of Y/N and Sokka at the Kataang wedding reception, modern au

Warnings: mentions of alcohol. so much fluff. I am sorry

“Please don’t do this to me,” Y/N begged, trying in vain to dig her heels into the ground as Sokka tugged on her arm.

“Come on, Y/N, it’s a special day,” Sokka insisted, smiling. “Plus, I know you just cried at that first dance, and this’ll cheer you up.”

“They were happy tears!” Y/N protested, pulling her arm out of Sokka’s grasp. “Besides, you were crying too!”

“Hey!” Sokka put a hand to his chest. “It’s my little sister’s wedding. I’m allowed to cry manly tears.”

It really was a beautiful wedding. Y/N should have been more emotionally prepared, but there was something about seeing how happy her friends were, and how the world seemed to disappear for them when they took to the dancefloor. Katara had warned her not to cry, too.

“If you cry then I’ll cry,” Katara had said. “I will have to kick you out of the wedding party.”

Luckily, Katara hadn’t followed through on the threat, and Katara hadn’t cried. The smile never left Katara’s face, actually. But Y/N could’ve sworn that Aang was tearing up through the entire ceremony.

“Yeah, manly,” Y/N teased with a laugh. “I’m still not going to dance.”

Sokka groaned. “Don’t be a buzzkill, Y/N. How could you not like dancing?”

“It’s not that I don’t like it,” Y/N insisted. “It’s that I’m bad at it and not interested in embarrassing myself.”

“You sound like Zuko,” Sokka said with a frown, “and even he’s dancing. It’s Katara’s wedding, Y/N, live a little. Besides, everyone is going to be embarrassing themselves later.”

The bartender did seem pretty busy, Y/N had to admit. There was a good chance that some of the guests wouldn’t remember the evening at all.

Suddenly, the music changed to an upbeat song that Y/N didn’t quite recognize. Sokka pouted at her. Y/N sighed.

“Fine,” she relented, letting Sokka gently pull her toward the dance floor. “But only because I like this song.”

Y/N decided to start of simple, swaying to the song and letting Sokka swings his hands in hers. But before they even got all the way through the first chorus of the song, Sokka was letting go of her hands and dancing wildly. They bumped into Zuko, who was reluctantly dragged into dancing by Ty Lee. Mai had not budged from her seat at a table across the room.

Sokka really did dance like no one was watching. Y/N took a moment to just observe him. The guy was an engineering genius, but somehow, this is where he seemed the most in his element. Just letting loose and having fun with his friends by his side. He was waving his arms around now, almost comically. Y/N giggled.

“Told you it would cheer you up!” Sokka called out over the noise of the other guests and the music. Sokka moved closer, grabbing Y/N’s hands again as he noticed her lack of movement. “You need to get more into it!” He insisted with a grin.

“I’m good, thanks,” Y/N replied, giving him a smile. She hoped that he couldn’t tell how warm she felt with her hands in his.

“Y/N!” Katara called. It appeared she had finally been able to get out of small talk with the other guests. Katara glowed in her wedding gown, pulling Aang along behind her. Aang couldn’t seem to look away from his now-wife’s face.

“Y/N,” Katara repeated, “you have to dance with me, I love this song.”

“Katara—”

“Please?” Katara interrupted. “It’s my favorite, and it’s my wedding day.”

“Fine,” Y/N relented with a grin. She caught Sokka shooting her an offended look, his mouth dropped open in mock-shock—oh, now you’ll dance? —it seemed to say.

Y/N followed Katara to a somewhat-open spot on the dancefloor. Ty Lee and Suki joined their little group with bounds of enthusiasm, and even Toph was willing to join in, on Katara’s insistence. Y/N’s bridesmaid dress was the same shade of blue as the other girls’ outfits, other than Katara’s white gown. Toph had somehow been allowed to wear a blazer and sleek pants instead of a dress.

Y/N felt her shyness melt away as she began to dance with the other girls. It was an incredible feeling to let loose and have fun, especially after such a spectacular day. Soon enough they were shouting along the lyrics of every song.

The crowd wasn’t that big to begin with, as Katara and Aang hadn’t had a huge guest list, preferring to include mainly close friends and family. But the people on the dance floor slowly began to clear out, although for Y/N and her friends, the night had not begun to calm down.

Sokka was back, Y/N realized, although he had never left. The music changed again, and Y/N immediately recognized the song.

“This is my favorite!” She cried, already beginning to move to the music. She set her eyes on Sokka, running over to pull him further into the dance floor.

“You seem excited for someone who refused to get up from the table earlier,” Sokka teased. The suit jacket that he had been wearing was gone, leaving him in his white button up along with his blue bow tie. His hair was beginning to fall out of its ponytail. Y/N could hardly feel her heart’s rapid rhythm over the beat of the music.

“It’s my favorite, Sokka.” Y/N held onto Sokka’s hands and danced, swinging her hips and bobbing her head along. Sokka was smiling at her and definitely mouthed the word dork, but then he was bobbing right along with her.

Y/N belted the final chorus to the best of her ability, which admittedly wasn’t that great, but Sokka seemed to appreciate it. He didn’t know the song, but attempted to sing along anyway, completely butchering the words. The song ended, and Y/N was huffing from the effort of singing and jumping around like a maniac.

Y/N gave a sigh of relief as the gentle sound of acoustic guitar filled her ears. After what seemed like an eternity, there was finally a slow song. She leaned in towards Sokka to make sure he could hear.

“I’m going to go take a breather,” she said, already walking away, but was stopped when she realized that Sokka had not let go of her arm.

“Come on, Y/N,” he smiled, warm and bright. “You can’t quit now.”

“I’m really out of breath, Sokka.”

“It’s a slow song, Y/N,” he reasoned. “You don’t even have to do anything.”

“And I don’t want you to sit down and quit for the night,” Sokka joked. “Suki and I have agreed that we’re going to outlast the rest of my family.”

Y/N didn’t say anything but let Sokka slowly pull her towards him. She put her arms around his next and felt his settle on her waist. And then Y/N suddenly realized how close they were, feeling her face warm. She leaned to rest her head on his shoulder to hopefully hide her expression.

It was another song that Y/N didn’t recognize, but Sokka seemed to know it. He was humming along with it lightly, and Y/N could feel it. He wasn’t perfectly on tune, but he had the melody down. They hardly moved, lightly swaying from side to side.

“They had a beautiful ceremony,” Y/N said, lifting her head from Sokka’s shoulder to look at him. “It was almost too perfect.”

“I know,” Sokka agreed. “I’m really happy for them.”

“Me too,” Y/N hummed, looking to where the happy couple was dancing. Katara was leaning heavily onto Aang’s shoulder. Aang’s eyes were closed as he smiled and held his bride closely. It was almost enough to make Y/N tear up all over again, but she turned to see that Sokka was beating her to it, his eyes turning watery.

“Aww,” Y/N giggled, removing her arms from Sokka’s shoulders to cup her hands on his face. “Look at those manly tears.”

“Shut up,” Sokka whined, grabbing Y/N’s wrists to pull her hands away. “You were getting emotional, too.”

“If it makes you feel better,” Y/N giggled, letting her arms fall to her sides. Sokka slid his hands into hers.

“You know,” Sokka changed the subject, looking into Y/N’s eyes with his very, very blue ones. “You’re a pretty good dancer, I don’t know why you didn’t want to.”

“You mean I’m a really dorky dancer,” Y/N corrected.

“I mean, yes, some of it is dorky,” Sokka admitted, “but you seem to have a lot of fun when you stop worrying about it.”

“I don’t like feeling like people are watching me,” Y/N explained. “It’s embarrassing.”

“Well,” Sokka reassured, “I don’t think anyone noticed the poor attempt at moonwalking, so you’re all good.”

“You noticed,” Y/N pointed out. Sokka tugged on her hands in response, pulling her closer. They were very close again, Y/N noticed, and this time the music wasn’t drowning out her nerves. A woman’s voice crooned over the speakers.

“Yeah, but I always notice you.” Sokka laced his fingers with yours. “I just… you’re really special to me, Y/N. You know that, right?” Y/N’s heart skipped a beat at his words.

“You’re special to me, too,” Y/N replied, unable to think of any other response. She had felt her feelings growing towards her friend over the past few months, but she wasn’t prepared for this. Whatever this was.

Sokka bit his lip, looking into Y/N’s eyes tentatively. It was the first time Y/N had seen Sokka—confident, hilarious, intelligent Sokka—look this nervous.

“Can I kiss you?” Sokka whispered. Y/N almost thought she heard his voice shaking, and she had barely begun to nod before his lips were on hers.

The kiss was tentative, gentle, and sweet, and she could taste cherry grenadine on his lips because he’d insisted on overloading a Shirley Temple with sugar. Sokka let go of her hands, resting one of his on her waist while the other came up to cradle her cheek, his touch light. Y/N brought her own hands up to wrap around his shoulders once again.

They pulled apart, Sokka’s eyes wide and his lips tilting into a small smile. “Wow,” Y/N breathed dumbly.

“Wow,” Sokka agreed, not taking his eyes away from Y/N’s face for a single moment. “Do you want to go out sometime?”

“Yeah.” Y/N felt her face break out into a wide smile. “I would.”

“Great,” Sokka breathed, his smile bright. The slow song had ended, the next one already beginning with an upbeat rhythm. Sokka tilted his head to where the rest of their friends were gathering together to dance along. “Want to go join them?”

Y/N nodded, smiling as Sokka held her hand and they went to join their friends.

#sokka x reader #atla fanfic #modern au #sokka fluff #sokka x y/n

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flameohotwife · 3 years

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'Til We Meet Again

Aang has passed. Katara is heading to the South to start anew without him, and finally begins to process her grief along the way. Written for the @kataang-week 2021 prompt: the sea & the sky

Read on ao3 or ffn

Everyone who remained was gathered outside at the dock on Air Temple Island. Saying goodbye to the gang was always hard, but this time was different. This time they were missing one of their own, and he wouldn’t be coming back. Not as they knew him, anyway.

They’d held a private sky burial almost a week ago, and the public memorial the previous day, so most of the dignitaries had finally gone. Katara looked out to Yue Bay and willed herself to keep it together just a little longer. The low hanging clouds were pale orange in the early morning light, reminding her of when they’d bent the clouds together a lifetime ago. A sob rose in her throat and she hastily swallowed it. Not yet.

Her friends and family huddled around her. Toph, Sokka, Suki, Zuko, and even Mai came in for one of Team Avatar’s notorious group hugs. She closed her eyes when a breeze blew by, trying to pretend it was him. That he was still there. If she could keep pretending, she might be able to make it.

Bumi, Kya and Tenzin came out of the house and down to the dock, bags in hand. “Everybody ready?” Bumi asked. He fidgeted uncomfortably with his bag, unsure what to do with so much negative energy.

“There’s been a change in plans,” Katara said carefully. All eyes sprung to her. She hadn’t mentioned this to anyone, yet. “You all are going on the ship as planned with Sokka and Suki. Tenzin, dear, I’m going to take Oogi. We’ll meet you in the South Pole.”

Tenzin’s eyes widened and his mouth fell open comically. He had inherited the need to intricately plan every detail of their trips from his uncle, and this was surely throwing a wrench into his itinerary. “Mother, please, come on the ship with us,” he begged. “Or at least let one of us come with you. Are you sure you’re…”

“I’m fine,” Katara snapped, cutting Tenzin off and assuring everyone there that she was anything but. Sokka stepped forward to put a strong hand on his nephew’s shoulder.

“She’ll be okay, buddy,” he said. “She needs some time in the sky on her own.”

Katara smiled thankfully at her brother. Of course he would understand her grief. He had been with her throughout all her worst times, after all. She obviously hadn’t taken to the skies when their mother died, but she knew he remembered the nights she spent out by the ocean alone, after the chores were done and the family in bed. She’d often returned to find him waiting up for her, a pot of tea over the fire. And now, after a week of being smothered by friends and family and strangers alike, all bringing condolences, Katara needed some air. She pulled her babies--now so much taller than her--in for a group hug of their own.

“You’re all so strong,” she started, fighting the tears pricking at her eyes. Just a little longer. “We’ll be together again before you know it. And I’m going to make you all go penguin sledding, since your Dad won’t be there to do it.” She pulled back with a twinkle in her shining blue eyes, kissing them each soundly on the forehead in turn before heading over to where Oogi had been patiently waiting to get on the ship with everyone. She nuzzled his face affectionately. “Ready, boy?”

Oogi grunted and licked her and a laugh escaped her throat. “Toph, Zuko, Mai,” she said, turning to face her friends who wouldn’t be joining them in the South Pole, “Thank you. For everything, especially this week. I’m sure I’ll see you again soon.”

“Don’t be so sure about that, Sweetness,” Toph laughed, “I’m going back into hiding. That was too much people-ing for me. Maybe in another 66 years.”

“Well, you’re welcome at the palace anytime,” Zuko said. “We should get back to Izumi, though. Have a safe journey south, okay?”

“Yeah, don’t be a stranger,” Mai added dryly. Katara nodded, but Mai knew she wouldn’t be coming to visit the palace again. She and Aang had shared too many memories there. Maybe they’d see each other at smaller events, but it seemed Katara was going to retire from public view as well. She watched as her friend climbed up onto the giant bison’s head and Tenzin airbent her bags into the saddle for her. Her long hair, drawn up in a bun with her signature loopies, was more white than brown now, and Mai noticed far more wrinkles and worry lines on Katara’s face than she’d had the last time they’d seen each other, only a few months prior. Aang’s illness and subsequent passing had taken a physical toll on her, as well.

“Bye, everyone,” Katara waved one last time, sad eyes sweeping over each cherished face, and the place that had been her home for the majority of her life so far. That she had built with him. She could feel her heart squeezing in her chest, and knew she had to get out of there. “Yip yip!”

Finally, the wind whipped around her as they soared into the sky. It was such a familiar feeling, even though it had been months since she had left Air Temple Island while she tended to Aang, refusing to leave his side. But there was nothing tying her to this place--this home that they had dreamed of together and made so many memories in--anymore. Her children were grown and would be fine on their own, and her tether was gone.

Katara closed her eyes and just listened to the sound of the air moving against her ears. She had never felt as at home in the sky as Aang had, but after traveling with him so much throughout their lives, flying on a bison gave her a warmth in her chest that had been missing since he’d passed. She felt the walls she had built, trying to be strong for her children and friends, begin to crumble, and after keeping them in for so long, let the tears flow freely, sobbing to the sky.

Suddenly, she was 14, bending the clouds atop Appa with her best friend. She remembered being in awe of their ability to combine their elements to make something new, how much fun it had been; how it had felt like dancing, and how he had referenced that moment later, when they began to have children together, calling Bumi, Kya, and Tenzin their little “cloudbabies.”

She was soaring through the sky beside him on his glider to deal with the Harmony Restoration Movement. Learning to fly side-by-side on his glider with him had been something of an adventure, but when they did, it was like nothing she had ever experienced before. They were perfectly in sync, especially when they flew over the ocean. She remembered staring at the horizon, where the sea touched the sky, and the wispy clouds made from both of them coming together, and feeling so at home, like she had always been meant to be there, with him.

She was flying over the ocean with Aang, sitting back in Appa’s saddle and leaning into his warm chest. He was asking her to stay with him forever, and she was telling him she couldn’t live without him. Katara felt her heart shatter for the thousandth time since he passed, and he wasn’t there to glue her pieces back together again, like he always had been.

She knew she was resilient. That she had lost before, and would lose again, and that this pain--though it would never leave her--would become bearable with time. She knew her life didn’t revolve completely around Aang, and it never had, but she had spent so much of her life loving him so completely that now, with nowhere left for that love to go, she felt swallowed by it.

Alone, up in his element, without the people she always felt the need to be strong for (and the one person who had never made her feel that way), Katara let herself break. Again and again, as often as she needed to. The wind was comforting in an aching sort of way, and the crying was cathartic. She hadn’t felt this free since before Aang had fallen ill. Since the last time they’d flown together. She wanted to close her eyes and pretend he was sitting next to her, that the breeze was him teasing her, that this was all a dream. Instead she forced her eyes to the horizon, tears still streaming.

The sun had risen much higher in the sky since she’d left Air Temple Island. There was no more orangish-pink sky, but there was still a string of low-lying clouds that blocked her view of the sky and sea coming together. All of a sudden, that freeness she felt dissipated and an indignant anger rose in her. She was angry at those clouds and angry at the circumstances that caused Aang’s early death and angry that he wasn’t there to comfort her. It wasn’t fair. She felt cheated out of decades more time with him, of the chance to be grandparents together, or to really enjoy their golden years together. She erupted with a mournful wail, slashing at the clouds with her bending until they too exploded in a downpour.

Katara took some time then, to breathe, and to feel. To really, truly, deliberately feel everything she had been trying to avoid in the week since he died. Since he left her. She recalled another time her grief and anger had gotten the better of her, and how he had calmly, gently advised her, “let your anger out. Then let it go.” She could still hear his sweet twelve-year-old voice and see the concern in his grey eyes in the back of her memory. She took another centering breath, like he had taught her to do after the war when they were both haunted by nightmares and panic attacks, and as she exhaled, she tried to push out all the anger with the air. To rid her body and soul of any animosity surrounding her feelings about him.

She resolved to be at peace. To let her waves of anger and frustration flow like water, and let it go. She didn’t have a choice in the situation, after all; the only choice she had was how she responded.

“I love you, Sweetie,” she whispered to the sky. The tears were still tracing paths down her face, but it was calming, again like before. “I know you had to go. And...I know you would have stayed with me if you could. It’s just another Avatar trip--another Spirit World journey, only this time…” Katara paused, closing her eyes to allow the sorrow to pass through her in sobs before continuing. “This time, it seems so permanent. I know you said it’s not goodbye forever, that this will only last ‘til we meet again in the Spirit World, and then we’ll be together for eternity. But it just… it hurts so much more, being without you this time. I know I can be strong. I will be. I just miss you, is all.”

There was a gentle breeze that swirled around her hair and kissed her face. She opened her eyes in shock; it seemed so intentional, like bending, but he wasn’t there, of course. She smiled, though, and then she laughed, because she knew she would always find him. She had been destined to find him in that iceberg, and she would continue to find his spirit now in the playful air currents, or in the beauty of a field of flowers, or in the laughter of children, until she could find him in the Spirit World and they would be united once more.

She knew that as long as she could keep his spirit with her, she could get through this. That she could be happy again, for him, for their children, and for herself. She also understood that her decision to move to the South Pole was the right one, not only because it would be the best place to train the next Avatar in waterbending, like she had promised Aang she would, but because the open space would be perfect for her healing heart. Katara could live out the rest of her days there, surrounded by both their elements; by the sea and the sky.

#kataang week 2021 #the sea & the sky #SORRY for the sad!#katara #aang #kataang #atla #grown up gaang #cloud family #grief/mourning #i can't usually even read aang death fics but here i am writing one #I'M SORRY

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matbarzyy · 3 years

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Wasted Love (part 2) [T.S.]

A/N: Wow look at me post part two soon after I started the series! Now I need to hurry up and write the third part but that’s a tomorrow problem. Thank you to everyone who told me what they thought of the start of the series, it really means the world and I hope you’ll like this part too <3

Word count: 2445

Warnings: an abusive boyfriend

“Hello you,” Tyler grinned as he fist bumped her as a greeting. It was hard to do anything else over her desk, and it was now a habit between her and all the guys on the team. “How’s your day going?”

“It’s been good,” Alessia smiled back effortlessly, leaning back into her chair to rest her back for a minute. “How was practice?”

“Pretty fun, we’re all going out for dinner tonight with a few other people, if you want to join,” He threw it out there because it was a work thing and he had never seen her out with everyone before. Alessia only ever joined when everyone was getting lunch somewhere together. Most of the people she worked with were older than her, and predominantly men too. Tyler knew it might be hard for her to be included in plans.

“Oh, thanks, but um, I’ve got to be home with my boyfriend tonight,” She said it with a little sigh, and that prompted Tyler to poke a little bit further.

“Is everything okay at home?” He leaned against the wall with a slight frown. Ever since he had met Alessia he had felt protective of her. She was one of the youngest people working for the team, and she was slowly discovering the industry. He didn’t doubt that she had the skills to do amazing, or she would never have gotten hired, but he liked to keep an eye on her to make sure she was fine.

“We had a little fight, nothing to worry about,” She admitted with a shrug. “I had plans with friends and he got a little annoyed that I haven’t been spending enough time with him, and them my friends got pissed that I cancelled so… yeah, it’ll blow over in a day or two,”

“That sucks, I’m sorry,” He didn’t know what to tell her, she would clearly annoy either her friends or boyfriend no matter what she did now. “You guys been living together long?”

“Almost six months, yeah,” Alessia nodded. “It’s nice, plus rent is so much cheaper divided by two,” She chuckled and Tyler faked a little laugh too.

“Fair enough. I’ve gotta run, but I’ll see you tomorrow?” He stopped himself from mentioning how fucked up that sounded.

Sure, regular people had to worry about money a little more than he did, but he was still sure mentioning saving money to describe how great it was to live with a boyfriend was messed up. He had expected her to say she was happy to see him more often, to come home to him every night, to wake up to him in the morning.

“Of course,” Alessia cut him off from his thoughts, and Tyler pushed himself off the wall.

“Good luck tonight, I hope things settle down at home,” He said it sincerely, but a little voice in the back of his mind nagged him. He didn’t hope things would settle down. He hoped she would break up with the guy that clearly wasn’t giving her the happiness she deserved.

“Thanks Ty,” She waved as he left, and he gave her one last smile before he was out of sight.

The fact that Jordan didn’t like it when she spent a night with her friends didn’t sit well with Tyler. It bothered him the first time she told him, but after a couple of weeks he noticed a pattern. Whenever Alessia had plans with a friend it had to be lunch, if it was at night the plans would either get cancelled or she’d show up in a bad mood the next day because she argued with her boyfriend.

Their relationship was obviously fucked up, and Tyler didn’t feel like sitting around and letting her be sad. Surely her boyfriend wouldn’t be able to say anything if she stayed out at night for a work event, so he invited her for drinks with the team and a few other people in admin and services that they got along with.

“Be careful Tyler,” Jamie shook his head disapprovingly as they got changed for their morning skate. “She’s taken,”

“I know that,” The other man grumbled. “We let everyone else we like come along, she’s cool, why wouldn’t I invite her?”

“Because you obviously like her, and she’s got a boyfriend,” Jamie was far from stupid and he knew his friend all too well.

“I’m not trying to make a move, the guy’s an asshole though,” Tyler laced up his skates, huffing as he pulled them on tightly.

“Sounds like someone’s jealous.” The bearded man used a teasing tone as he finished adjusting his own gear.

“I’m not,” Was he?

“Just don’t get into something messy, okay? She’s also just twenty two,” Jamie added. The whole scenario screamed recipe for disaster and he didn’t want to see what would go down if Tyler actually let himself fall for her.

“Way to make me feel old Jamie, thanks for that,” Tyler patted his friend’s shoulder and headed out of the locker room, ready to clear his mind on the ice for a while.

The bar was relatively quiet that night if you made an abstraction of the team of giants in green taking up most of the space. Alessia was sitting at the bar on one of the far ends, her hair falling in front of her face to hide herself.

“Is that apple juice?” Tyler slid into the seat next to hers with his own drink, lifting her curtain of hair and pushing it behind her shoulder.

“Yeah, work in the morning, remember?” She smiled, and he couldn’t help but notice how cute she was when the side of her eyes crinkled like that.

“I’ve got practice in the morning too, it’s one drink, won’t kill me,”

“I’m half your size with no muscles, my alcohol tolerance is low,” she chuckled when she saw the whiskey in his hand. One of those was enough to give her a headache. “Besides I’m driving, and I don’t want to see Jordan’s face if I come home after drinking at a work thing,”

“So what? He doesn’t like it when you hang out with your friends, he doesn’t like it when you drink, so you’re just not gonna do anything you want to do?” Tyler cocked his head to the side, pointing out everything he didn’t like about the guy while she shrugged.

“I don’t want to drink, and it’s not stupid of him to say, it’s Tuesday night. It’d be different on a weekend,” Alessia defended him and made it all sound like her own decision, but he was far from stupid.

“Fair enough,” Tyler cleared his throat to move on to something a bit more cheerful. Just hearing the name Jordan got on his nerves and he wanted the night to be fun. “Hey look! Jamie needs someone on his team,” He pointed over to the three men around the pool table. “Do you know how to play?”

“Absolutely not,” she curled further into her seat and a wide grin spread over Tyler’s face.

“Time to learn then!” He put a hand on her arm and gently tugged her up after him.

The guys were generally competitive, but considering that it was her first game they used it to teach her rather than try to win. Jamie and her took turns with Tyler coaching her from the side and showing her how to place her hands or telling her what angle she’d need to hit the ball at.

“Here,” He chuckled, standing close behind Alessia and gently grasping her wrist to adjust her.

He ignored the warning look he received from Jamie and went on with his instructions before stepping back, letting her do the rest on her own.

“Dude, you call her Allie?” Jamie groaned when Alessia was gone. “I’ve seen you like this before and you’re so fucked. You can’t have her,”

“It’s not like that!” He tried to defend himself but his friend didn’t buy it. “Fine, maybe I like her, but we’re just friends. I’m not doing anything,”

“Just don’t be stupid, okay?” The older man warned him again but he dismissed it as he had done every other time.

“It’s a nickname Jamie, not a proposal.”

The more Alessia went out for drinks at the end of the night the more she got along with the guys on the team. She didn’t talk to all of them, but Tyler, Jamie and their closer friends were now also her friends. It was refreshing to have a group of people close to her outside of home, and she loved to spend her evenings with them before she came home.

The lack of time she spent home translated into hurtful comments and reactions from Jordan almost daily. It was exhausting, but Tyler was always there to lift her mood in the morning so she found it all worth it. She blamed it on Jordan’s job being stressful at the moment, and on most nights they made up rather quickly with a little bit of effort on her part.

“I’ve just got a couple of emails to reply to,” Alessia opened her laptop on thursday night and Jordan huffed.

“Well maybe you wouldn’t need to do that at night if you weren’t always out with those people having drinks.” He stood in front of her across the table, arms crossed over his chest.

“I never even drink,” She defended herself, typing her reply while trying to ignore Jordan’s grumbles in the background. “It’s good for my career if I have contacts,”

“Enjoy your career then, just go take care of that and forget I exist,” he walked around to stand next to her and Alessia turned to him.

“Jordan I’m not-” she started but got cut off immediately.

“Are you sleeping with one of them? Uh? Is that how you’re building your career? Fucking some rich asshole behind my back?” His voice rose and her eyes widened.

“Of course not!” She insisted, flinching when he yelled.

“I’m always here taking care of you!” He stomped forward and Alessia felt her hands shake. “And yet you’re never here when I come home!”

“I’m sorry, Jordan, please,” she said quietly, trying her best to calm him down.

Jordan only shook his head at her, turning on his heels with her trailing close behind. She wanted to fix things, the emails could wait until morning. He didn’t seem to be in the same mindset as he got to the bedroom and turned around with a glare.

“You can stay out here until you’ve sorted out your priorities.” He slammed the bedroom door, missing her face by a few inches and turning the lock.

Alessia remained still behind it, in shock for a full minute.

Knowing he wouldn’t calm down too fast, she went back to her work and quickly did everything she needed to catch up on. She hoped he had settled down as she walked over to the bedroom with a yawn and tried for the door. It was still locked, so she knocked on it softly.

No answer came from the other side. She could hear him moving in bed, but he didn’t even care enough to get up.

Alessia held back her tears and went back to the couch, eyeing the laundry drying on the rack in a corner of the living room. At least she should still be able to throw a decent work outfit together in the morning. The same couldn’t be said for pajamas, there were no casual clothes drying and Jordan didn’t like it when she wore his stuff.

It was too cold to sleep without clothes on, especially with a small throw blanket rather than the comfy thick duvet that she normally had in bed. So, Alessia found herself with her legs bare and a slightly scratchy sweater on her upper body to stay warm as she curled up on the couch.

When she made it to the office in the morning she felt like crying. She had barely slept, she was exhausted both mentally and physically and she was already dreading the night ahead of her.

“What do you need?” She nearly growled when Tyler strolled into her office without a knock.

“Uh, never mind,” he swallowed and took a small step back.

“Okay?” Alessia looked up from her screen with an eyebrow raised, waiting on his next move. Did he need her or was he just standing there for no reason?

“I don’t really want to make you work right now, I don’t mean to be rude, but you look like shit,” Tyler unfroze a few seconds later and pulled a chair out to sit across from her.

“Thanks Ty,” A dry chuckle fell from her lips, and she rubbed her hands over her face. “I’m kinda sleep deprived,”

“What happened?” He stopped himself from reaching over to move her hair away from her face.

“It’s not that big of a deal,” Alessia sighed. “Jordan and I were arguing over something dumb, I spent the night on the couch and it’s ridiculously uncomfortable,”

“It’s not dumb if you didn’t even want to go back to bed,” Tyler gently pryed a little further.

“More like he didn’t want me in there,” she rolled her eyes, leaning back in her chair and fiddling with a pencil. She was staring at her hands rather than at him because she could already guess what he was about to say.

“I know it’s none of my business,” Tyler said it slowly so that he could think over his words. “But you’re my friend, and your relationship sounds really fucked up,”

“I swear it’s not as bad as it sounds, besides it’s just one night,” Alessia argued weakly, she always tried to defend him, she always had an excuse.

“You’re old enough to make your own decisions,” He shrugged. Tyler was good at hiding how furious he was, it wasn’t directed towards her so she didn’t need to see it. “But it he was mad enough to refuse to sleep next to you, he should have been the one taking the couch,”

“He’s not a bad person,” Alessia looked up then, but her words weren’t convincing.

“You know him better than I do, I guess,” Tyler let out a long sigh. He didn’t know what else to say to her, and he was afraid that pushing her would stop her from confiding in him in the future. “Call me if that happens again, okay? I live fifteen minutes away, I’ve got three empty guest rooms, and I’m sure they’re more comfortable than your couch.”

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dracosaurusrex · 4 years

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Palace

Summary: In which you discover a new love in the midst of your heartbreak.

Prompt: “with you, I thought I knew love. but maybe I still don’t” A/N: Hi y’all! So this is my take on the @minty-malfoy ‘s 300 writing challenge :) (Congratulations my friend! You’re amazing!) I have to admit, writing angst is not my strong suit, and I had to do some research to grasp what it was. Within my findings, something that caught my attention in particular was the fact that angst is defined as going through the character’s emotional workings, topped with a newfound sense of strength. There might be some holes present, but overall this piece is molded on that understanding, and I hope it reaches out to you in whatever way that resonates the most.

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Throughout her years at Hogwarts, Y/N had been able to pick up a number of skills. She may not have been as good at studying as Hermione Granger, or as athletic as Ginny Weasely, or even as creative as Luna Lovegood--no. You were an average girl who didn’t have much to show for except your ability to hide behind a thick mask.

You were typically known for your kindness, which was complimented by a pair of sparkling e/c eyes, a warm smile, and a nurturing personality. Additionally, you were graced with a good sense of humor and an infectious laugh. To all of your friends, you were the embodiment of the sun; a girl whose being was commonly associated with terms such as, “beautiful”, “genuine”, and “loving”. A girl who never seemed to show any indication of internal conflict, who had everything under control.

These perceptions always came in handy, for they molded into the shape of a mask when times became rough for you. Because of this, you were capable of fooling everyone into thinking that you were okay.

You felt your consciousness resurfacing from sleep as the morning lulled your body awake. Your eyes fluttered open to the ceiling with your fingers interlaced over your chest. Meanwhile, rays of early light infiltrated random crevices of the dorm, and birds were singing rather loudly outside of your window. Allowing yourself to lay in the stillness, you treasured the moment, took deep breaths, and basked in what felt like peace.

Your surroundings were blissful--and you were grateful--but waking up now equated to reuniting with the recurring tightness that gripped your heart. Memories of a love that had once initiated butterflies had transformed into needles that prickled your chest. A love that once caressed you now felt like a ghostly presence.

‘Where did it all go wrong?’ You found asking yourself as of late. As you laid in bed, you allowed old scenes of your time with Draco Malfoy to play in your head, recalling the feelings attached to each.

You remembered the rush of adrenaline that you felt the first time you had confessed. You remembered the relief combined with excitement when the feelings were confirmed to be mutual.

You remembered the feeling of your heart skipping when his fingers first slipped into yours, hands intertwined like a glove.

You remembered the temporary sense of confidence that overcame when you initiated the first kiss and the shock that appeared on both your faces after realizing what you did.

The first “I love you”.

You remembered your first time with him--the sweet whispers, the moans, the laughing, the feeling of pleasure as you came onto one another. You remembered the way his fingers stroked your hair as you laid on top of him with his free arm wrapped around your waist.

You recalled memories of exchanges of comforting words during moments where either one of you felt doubt or unease.

You remembered the inside jokes you made, the goofy side of him that he only showed to you.

You remembered the plans you both have made, the exhilarating thought of sharing a future with him. The way he gripped your hands and looked into your eyes as he made promises that ended up being broken.

You remembered the thrill of it all--the palace you had built with him, and how you’ve done so fearlessly until it came crashing down.

You recalled all the love you had ever given him, all of yourself you had devoted to him, all the dreams, the hopes, the what-could’ve-beens in the moment the words fell out of his lips:

“With you, I thought I knew love. But maybe I still don’t.” Draco uttered in a bare whisper.

He kept his hands clasped on his lap as he avoided looking at you. You had found yourselves sitting on the edge of his bed with the moonlight illuminating his dorm.

Just a couple weeks ago you were in his arms, sharing kisses without any thought that this would happen--you were on top of the world--but when it did, you felt knots forming over your chest and your stomach. A sob had dared to come up, but you gulped it back down into your throat. Your mind was racing and your eyes were tearing, but you wouldn’t allow your tears to fall. You couldn’t.

Instead, you grabbed both sides of his face and smiled weakly.

“Draco, I’ll always love you. I’ll always care for you…” Your lips started to tremble as you looked straight into Draco’s eyes. They were filled with so much guilt.

Breathing in and out slowly, you continued, “I just hope the next girl will be able to make you even happier and take care of you much better than I did.”

Your lips were pursed into a tight line as you tried to give a convincing smile of reassurance. Your throat started to sting because of the resistance you made towards crying. In doing so, a tear had found a way to roll down your cheek. He grabbed your wrists as you continued to hold his face, his eyes glazed over with regret. His lips trembled as he witnessed your efforts to be strong.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry! I never wanted to hurt you at all! I-” You hushed his frantic whispers.

“Don’t worry about me, my love. I promise you everything will be okay.” It was at this point that Draco let out the gasp of despair he held in. He proceeded to reach out to wipe your tears. You closed your eyes and allowed them to fall at this point, leaning into his touch for the very last time. Once you opened them, you did the same and wiped the tears that had stained his porcelain skin. Draco sat there stunned at how much you were holding in.

You whispered, “We’ll be okay. Okay?” He could only nod. You remembered the last time you leaned forward to kiss his lips. To your dismay, he didn’t respond. As you drew yourself away from him, you stood up straight and attempted in giving one of your signature smiles.

“I guess I’ll see you around Malfoy.”

You recall feeling dead upon arriving at your dorm. Your eyes were puffy, and you thought you finished crying, but as you tucked yourself to bed, the tears you had kept began to fall.

You broke away from the memory as you silently wiped the tears that had formed in your eyes. It has been about a month since your break up. You hadn’t talked to the boy since then. Instead, you made it a priority to reconstruct your life. Your friends would constantly try to comfort you by saying things like, “Go show him what he lost” or “He doesn’t deserve you, Y/N!” You appreciated their efforts, but Merlin knows that it’ll take a while for you to heal. You couldn’t bring it upon yourself to be angry at him. While the moment left a bitter taste in your mouth, you knew deep inside that the love you shared for one another was never a waste of time.

With a huff, you jolted from your bed, grabbed your uniform, and dragged your legs to the bathroom to get ready for the new school day. The way you handled yourself now was done more carefully than how you used to. Every motion--buttoning your shirt, tucking it into your skirt, tying your tie, and throwing your jumper over your body--was done with more caution. You brushed your hair straight, running your fingers through any tangles, and clamped it into a simple half-do. As you stared into the mirror, you took notice of your appearance. The red tint that lined the edges of your eyes as a result of the tears you shed earlier. You notice the bags that have formed, the slight peeling of your lips. You began to fix your face by applying a light amount of foundation and mascara, followed by a thin layer of tinted chapstick. Slowly, the indications of your sadness dissipated as you put on your makeup. You weren’t really the type to praise yourself, but as you stared at yourself in the mirror once more, you had to admit that you felt a bit pretty. ‘It’s a step forward. Here’s to another day’ You smiled slightly at your reflection, and made your way to the Great Hall.

So far, you managed to show what you considered to be your normal self to your friends whenever they were in your presence. Not wanting them to worry, you did your best to seem energized every time you were joined in their conversations, inserting laughs, and adding on to the fun when needed. You felt obligated to show everyone, including Draco, that you were okay. It’s been like that ever since things ended. The entire student body was aware of the fall. Both you and the boy looked very off the day after it happened. However, slowly but surely, you had reverted back to your sunny self, surprising many of those around you. Only you knew that it was a facade though, and that deep down inside, you still pined for the ghost of your relationship.

Your thoughts often drifted to him. He was sat in the Slytherin table with his usual group of friends. As you took small glances at him, you wondered what went on in his mind, how he felt about you, and whether or not he misses what you had shared with him. You wondered if he took notice of the energy you conveyed, if he noticed the smile that was plastered on your face now that you weren’t together. Was he convinced with your little charade?

You broke your gaze from him the moment he turned his focus to your direction. Not wanting to get caught, you chimed into their conversation once more, a convincing smile of enjoyment on your lips. Once you felt that enough time had passed, you discretely glance at him again, only to have your eyes meet ever so slightly. The time for your classes to start was drawing near. Wanting to be alone in your own thoughts, you left them to walk around.

The hallways you roamed in taunted you as you began to recall, once again, figures of your memories. A warm feeling rose in your chest as you relished the small moments of laughter, playful kisses, and the heart-racing sensation of the back hugs he gave. It was ironic, but reminiscing helped you cope. Perhaps it was the thought of another chance. At the same time, however, you couldn’t deny that it might’ve been the result of the fear of moving on. You sighed, allowing your mind to push away the harshness of the latter. ‘Today will be a good day. I’ll make sure of it.’ With the feeling of encouragement overcoming you once again, you set off to your first class with a new sense of optimism. You weren’t sure about how long the feeling would last, but now that you had it, there was no point in taking it for granted. After all, as long as you were alive, the Earth would still continue to turn, and your commitment to reconstructing your life blazed on.

The fluctuation between sadness and inspiration was a common occurrence in this point of your life. There were nights that felt completely agonizing, but there were also moments where you felt as though you were slowly falling in love with your life and the potential that it holds. It was then that you felt such enlightenment had brought you raw joy and peace. No masks or facades. No fake smiles. These were found in very minuscule fragments throughout the day. It took the form of the sense of concentration that you had when you studied, the feeling of achievement when you understood a difficult concept. It also embodied the scent of rain when it pours, the cold air that accompanies the sunrise, the sight of bookshelves in the library, the blissful feeling of getting lost in muggle literature. Joy was found in the sounds of the crackling fire, a satisfied belly after a good dinner, as well as the company of friends who have seen you at your worst. You were enchanted by the thought of filling your life with these wholesome moments--to take control and be the artist as you paint such details into your canvas. Sometimes such joy became so overwhelming that the heartache you felt seemed nonexistent.

‘How nice would it be to share it with you, though.’ You thought of him.

And perhaps you would be able to one day; but for now, within the sadness you were beginning to embrace this new love. A love that surpassed the borders of romantic affections.

Draco’s words would ring in your mind whenever you thought of this. You would create scenarios in your head, formulating what you would’ve said to him that night with all the newfound wisdom you had now.

“I thought I knew what love was when I was with you also. However, I can now see the pieces of my true love. How it surrounds me whether you’re by my side or not.” You said to yourself, wrapping yourself in hope as you amount to build your own palace once again.

A/N: I might make a second part to this to show Draco’s view on Y/N’s growth, but we’ll see hehe! I hope that moments of peace and bits of joy make their way to you no matter how hard life may become. You’re all deserving of love <3 Thank you so much for reading, and I hope you have a great day!

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invisibleraven · 3 years

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Why can't we go on as three?

I’m dating my best friend and we invite our mutual friend to dates because it’s way more fun with them, but it’s totally platonic though, also filling the prompt for the @polyamships challenge: Beating The Heat!

Fandom: Julie and the Phantoms

Pairing: Julie Molina/Luke Patterson/Reggie Peters

Rating: G

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When Luke and Julie decided to move their relationship from best friends to an actual couple, at first it was as though nothing changed. They still went out on dates, just the two of them, but instead of exchanging hugs and fist bumps at the end of the night, now they shared sweet kisses. Carlos claimed they were gross, but then again he said they always had been, so what difference did it make? Alex said as long as he didn't have to watch them make out and it didn't affect the band they could do as they pleased, but he was looking forward to having someone to go on double dates with.

It was Reggie who was quiet about it, smiling brightly when they announced their couple status, but he also had this maudlin look on his face, like something was bothering him. Yet every time they asked, his grin came back and he claimed he was fine.

"I think he feels a little left out." Julie said to Luke one afternoon as they were song writing after Reggie's weird mood had come up. "Must be hard to be the odd one out."

"Maybe we could do some stuff as a group? Or just the three of us sometime?" Luke suggested, "Everything's more fun with Reg anyways."

Julie smiled, loving how much her boys cared for each other, and secretly felt honoured that they had allowed her into their circle of friends after stumbling into one of their rehearsals all those months ago. After her mom passed she had all but shut out living, but these boys, the music they made together brought her back, made her live again. They all loved her so fiercely even if it was in a different way with Luke.

So a plan was made, and the next time they planned a date for a day at the beach, they invited Reggie.

"You guys want me to third wheel your date day? Why?" he asked, confused.

"It wouldn't be as much fun without you Reg," Luke stated, "I mean who else is gonna help me beat Alex in a game of chicken? Julie's too short… and nice."

Julie scowled at him playfully. "Just for that Reggie is helping me bury you in the sand."

Reggie grinned and high fived her, then ran off to get his beach stuff, not noticing the couple exchange a subtle fist bump as he left.

At the beach, it was thankfully not that crowded, given most people were enjoying their air conditioned homes instead of the beautiful day. Thus they had a bit of space to stretch out, towels and umbrellas being set up quickly. Alex and Willie are making their way towards the waves, surfboards in tow before too long, and while they offered to let the others join them, Julie isn’t a fan of the sport, and the boys are still getting set up so wave them off.

“Swimming?” Luke offers, the sun beating down on them.

“Sunscreen.” Julie counters, holding up the bottle, and hands it off to Luke who grumbles but slathers himself in the cream everywhere he can reach.

“Hey Reg, can you get my back?” he asks as Julie starts tying up her hair before entering the water. Reggie’s blush is bright red, but he takes the bottle and quickly coats Luke in the cream, blush intensifying when Luke winks his thanks. Luke knows he’s a bit of a flirt, but it’s so much fun to fluster Reggie, and Julie doesn’t seem to mind, just shaking her head at him a little before blowing him a kiss.

“You need help with your back there Reggie?” she asks sweetly, and Reggie gives a small nod, pulling off his shirt and Julie just blinks for a moment, wondering how she had missed how fit Reggie was getting. Sure he had been hitting the gym or going for more runs lately, but she never really noticed the effect. Blame his propensity for wearing sleeves and layers. Still she tenderly covered his broad shoulders and back in sunscreen, smirking when he squirmed as she skirted his sides.

“You want me to do you too?” he asked once he was thoroughly covered, a thick strip of white across his nose to prevent more freckles. Luke was quietly tuning his guitar, because he, of course, brought it to the beach with them. He glanced up at Julie and smiled, strumming out a chord then frowning and adjusting the peg again.

“Yes please.” Julie said, pulling her cover-up off and smirking at the glazed over look on Luke’s face. She was glad he appreciated the bikini, she had bought it for him. She however missed how Reggie’s face took on a similar expression before he quickly shook it away and gently applied the cream to her skin, his touch tentative. “Perfect, let’s hit the water before it gets too hot.” she said once he was done.

Reggie then gave her a leering grin and shot her a wink. “Last one to the water is a rotten egg!” he called, scooping Julie up with a whooping cry, and running off, the echo of her giggles leaving Luke in the dust, protesting weakly before dashing off to catch up with them.

Julie was still laughing when they reached the ocean’s edge, but stopped once Reggie let her down oh so gently, his smile almost shy as she stood there, still clutching his shoulders while the bracing waves lapped her calves. “Th-Thanks Reg.”

Reggie ducked his head, his blush never seeming to fade and then looked up once more, lashes thick around his eyes that were so vibrantly green that it struck Julie that she never really noticed the colour’s intensity before. She slowly let go of him and then waved at Luke who was still standing on the shore, taking them in, a thoughtful expression on his face. “Come on slowpoke, the water is so nice!” she called, then stifled a laugh when Luke started swearing at the cool temperature once he entered the surf. He stuck his tongue out at her and then started pulling her even deeper, calling out to Reggie to follow them.

Reggie stared at his friends, watching them start a truly epic splash fight with no clear winner. He felt a tug on his heart and then shook himself, knowing that his thoughts and dreams were impossible. There was no space there for him, not like he wanted there to be, not as more than he was. He gave himself a sharp pinch to his side and then swam off to help Julie drench Luke instead, and hoped his feelings subsided quickly. Yet when the sunbeams highlighted either Luke or Julie, capturing the droplets clinging to their skin, their bright smiles, Reggie knew that the fantasy of him not falling even further for the both of them was downright hopeless.

By lunchtime everyone had their fill of the ocean, and the crowd's were starting to come out in droves, so they packed up to enjoy lunch on the nearby boardwalk. Alex and Willie went off on their own afterwards, having a museum date planned, waving before interlacing their fingers and making their way towards the bus stop.

"What do you two have planned for the rest of the afternoon?" Reggie asked as they strolled.

"Might do some window shopping, then ice cream." Julie replied, linking her elbow with Reggie's while holding Luke's hand.

"Definitely ice cream." Luke piped up. "You want to come with?"

Reggie clenched his fists a little, then started playing with the ends of his flannel tied around his waist. "You guys want me to keep crashing your date?"

"We just want to spend time with you Reg." Luke offered a smile on his lips. "But if you wanna bounce, that's okay."

Julie beamed at him, then leaned her head onto his shoulder for a brief touch. "You're not crashing anything hun, we want you here. Plus you have good taste, and then we can share ice cream while Luke enjoys his peanut butter monstrosity."

"Hey! Peanut butter cup ice cream is delicious!" Luke protested while the other two giggled.

Julie unlocked their elbows and then offered a hand to Reggie, and beamed when he took it.

At the ice cream parlour the three of them squished into a booth, Reggie between the two of them as Luke had to get up every five seconds to grab napkins and note down lyrics.

Julie was enjoying a banana split, and while she offered to share with Reggie he blushed and got his own sundae, covered in sprinkles and whipped cream. They chatted mindlessly as they were glad to be inside the cool store and not out in the blistering sun, as the temperatures had started to soar. Reggie was gesturing wildly with his spoon going on about his latest photography assignment when Luke looked up and noticed the spot of whipped cream at the corner of his mouth.

"Reg…" he said then used his thumb to wipe the cream away, sucking the errant droplet from his digit and into his mouth. Reggie sat there wide eyed, and Julie's face was a little rosy, while Luke stopped and realized what he'd done. "Ummm…"

"I gotta go to the bathroom, can you let me out Jules?" Reggie stammered, and then rapidly ran off, leaving the couple sitting in the booth.

"I think that might have been a bit much even for you." Julie stated. "Poor Reggie is gonna combust if you keep it up. Or he'll act on your flirtations and kiss you." At that thought, Julie paused, could picture them kissing, and it was definitely not an unpleasant image. Then she saw how violently Luke was blushing and it struck her. "Wait… do you want him to kiss you?"

"What? No! I mean… maybe?" Luke stuttered. "I'd never cheat on you or anything Jules, but if he offered, I kinda don't want to turn him down." Luke let out a huff of frustration. "You know how I feel about you right?"

Julie took his hands which up until this point had been combing through his hair. "Luke, it's okay. You can want to kiss whoever you like. Just as long as I know about it before you do."

Luke's eyes flew up to meet her own at that. "You're okay with me kissing other people while I'm dating you?"

Julie shrugged, "As long as we talk about it, and I can do the same. Though there's only one other person who I'd want to…"

"Is it the same person that I want to?" Like asked, tentative. Julie nodded, biting her lip, and their eyes met. "Then maybe it's less about other people and more about-"

"Reggie!" Julie exclaimed, seeing him standing by the table, eyes down as he rubbed the toe of his boot into the floor.

"Hey you two, I think I'm gonna take off. Let you enjoy the rest of your date " His voice was low, almost muffled from where his head was tucked down, never meeting their eyes.

"You don't need to go Reggie, we like spending time with you." Julie said, glancing at Luke, the revelation of their feelings towards the man in front of them was still heavy in their hearts. But then Luke smiled and it was all so clear, they knew how they felt, and what they wanted now.

Luke shot out of the booth, taking hold of Reggie's shoulders, then one hand drifted up, tilting his face up. "Reg, we want you with us."

Reggie's eyes flew to Luke's face, and saw his smile, his mouth dropping open a little as the meaning behind the words fully hit him. Then he looked to Julie who had come around to his other side, sliding her hand into his. She squeezed lightly, and gave him an encouraging smile. "How about we go back to our nice air conditioned apartment and talk more about this?" She offered, and felt Reggie squeeze back when he whispered okay.

Julie popped up on her toes and pressed a sweet kiss to the corner of Reggie's mouth, then squeaked as he moved his mouth to make it a full kiss, bringing his free hand to cup her cheek. He gave her such a heart-melting smile when they parted that Julie had to give him another peck. Luke then took hold of Reggie's chin, and tilted his head in question. His answer was a shy kiss that Luke almost immediately made harder and Julie giggled at Reggie's astonished expression when they parted.

"We should go before they kick us out. And then figured this out." Julie said, accepting the tiny kiss Luke pressed to her lips, then tugging the boys out of the store, giving a happy wave to the gobsmacked employees.

The three of them walked out hand in hand, shy smiles on their faces as they walked into the future, hope and love in their hearts.

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polizwrites · 2 years

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WIP Update - 18 May 2022

I was on vacation last week, so this is a combo update. Over the past 2 weeks, I touched 4 fics (2 WIPs & 2 new works) for a total of 3277 words, most of which were on a single fic! @psychiccatpanda posted the first chapter of our WinterIronHawk ‘accidental demon summoning’ collab fic and I posted a Stucky-by-proxy Incubus AU ficlet (updated from here) over on Ao3. Friday before last, I posted a ‘gradually moving in together’ WinterHawk ficlet for Flash Fiction Friday.

I’m sitting at 12 active WIPs (with a couple of maybe TBCs) with my current deadlines being the WinterHawk Bingo and Stucky Bingo which wrap up the end of May. I did sign up for the @steverogersbingo, which will send out cards starting 1 June.

On the crafting side, I have one Stuffed With Character commission slot open for June and 4 for July at the moment - am pretty busy with requests & prepping for a show!

See below cut for the WIPs (arranged more or less by bingos/challenges/etc) I am working on - feel free to send me prompts or plot bunnies as well as asks regarding any of these projects (or any other WIPs I’ve got out there) – they really help feed the Muse and keep me motivated!

The Devil Is in the Details (Sign on the Dotted Line)

This is the WinterIronHawk ‘accidental demon summoning’ fic @psychiccatpanda and I have been having So Much Fun with! We’re up to Chapter 6 of Tony and Clint and Bucky shenanigans (1914 words at the moment) - kicking off with Ty as an Awful Boyfriend before bringing in a couple more members of the gang! I plan to use Chapter 2 (possibly posting this Friday) for my BBB K5 - Tony Stark | Iron Man, and possibly Chapter 3 (posting 5/27) for my WHB FREE square.

WinterHawk Bingo - Round 3 [WHB_R3] (Runs thru 31 May 2022)

Fourteen fills posted - one WIP at the moment - I got my Row 1 bingo and am one square away from B column and I column bingoes - my goal is to get at least one of those completed by the end of next month.

* B5 - Huddling for Warmth - thinking about combining this with one of the Meet Ugly Writing Prompts I reblogged: 02. I bought a house three months ago but I’m finally moving in and discover you’ve been squatting because you’re homeless.

* I3 - Happy Bucky Barnes - seems a good match with my BBB Happily Ever After square - this may be a moodboard/ficlet Wedding Day combo

* N3 - FREE - Probably filling this with Chapter 3 of You Can’t Stop it with a Gun - Young Clint is given the choice between going to jail or joining a shadowy organization - but this time it’s not SHIELD. It’s in progress and up to 503 words. Current Last Line: Kostya listened intently, but couldn’t hear a thing that sounded like choppers. If I get stuck on this fic - then I’ll probably use Chapter 3 of The Devil Is in the Details (Sign on the Dotted Line)

Stucky Bingo - Round 3 [SB R3] (Runs thru 31 May 2022)

23 fills with 2 WIPs, and one Vague Idea. I’ve got Column B and I, and Row 1 bingos and am hoping to score a blackout, as I have one adopted fill done and another drafted.

* N3 - FREE - I was inspired by the May challenge to combine this with my BBB Merpeople square and work on a a continuation of Something’s Starting Right Now that adds Steve to the WinterHawk mix. I’m already 526 words in and have just introduced Steve into the story. I should have enough words to be able to pull a WinterHawk Bingo prompt in as well - maybe Huddling for Warmth or the FREE square, if nothing else. Current Last Line: Recalling the storm of a few days prior, Clint suspected the human was the survivor of a sunken ship ... and that he wouldn’t survive much longer.

* N5 - KINK: Sugar Daddy - Filled this with Chapter 4 of Takin’ What They’re Givin’ (‘Cause I’m Workin’ for a Livin’) - Mission Four: Pour Some Sugar: Part 1 - Steve invites Bucky to meet him in New York for a weekend. This posted on the 6th and also filled my STB Bingo ID Porn square.

* G4 - KINK: End of the world sex - got some help brainstorming during March’s Discord server party - I may be writing a porn parody of (some part of) Infinity War 😁 including Thanos wielding something other than a glove for the Infinity (of Sex) Stones.

* O2 - AU: A/B/O - planning to use this on the next chapter of Flawed Hypothesis, which is Steve POV and currently sitting at 69 words. Faustess might be helping out on this as well? Current Last Line: But now they were living in a new century, where men could love and marry other men.

* ADOPTED2 : Incubi/succubi AU - Using a poem I wrote years & years ago as lead-in for a Stucky-by-proxy/established relationship fic - A Stolen Moment posted this morning and came in at 424 words.

A Warm Light Zine - Due 20 Jun

I got accepted as a writer for A Warm Light Zine - dedicated to 2012 Avenger era Stony and coming hopefully sometime this autumn! I was assigned the 2012 canon-compliant category for a 2-5k fic. While I can’t share much about it here, I do want to at least keep track of my word count: up to 467

Steve | Tony | Bucky Bingo Round 2 [STBB R2] (Runs thru 30 Jun 2022)

Ten fills, and two WIPs. Taking advantage of the One Fill, One Bingo opportunity, and might get a Column G bingo as well. Will have to lean hard into this once May is over!

* B4 - Working Out - this came from a Bucky Barnes Bingo server party: Binging Avengers Exercises - the team posts their workouts online and modern!Bucky spends entirely too much time watching the channel - especially Captain America and Iron Man.

* N2 - AU: Western - possible crossover with MWAPB Next Door Neighbors – I have a decent idea for this one (semi-inspired by a recent re-read of Laura Ingalls Wilder A Long Winter) and jotted down about 225 words’ worth of notes/VERY rough draft. Holding on to this to see if I can crossflll with an upcoming TSB square.

* G4 - ID Porn - see Stucky Bingo - KINK: Sugar Daddy above

* O4 - Lazy Sunday Morning - have a smutty WinterIron idea for this one; need to get it jotted down - will most likely cross over with my BBB KINK: Edging square.

Started something to combining the following squares for the One Fill, One Bingo badge: B5 - “Aliens, again?”, I5 - Lifeguard, N5 - Barbeque, G5 - River Rafting, O5 - Wakanda. Avengers + Guardians in a partying mood = a huge headache for T’Challa. It’s currently sitting at 339 words. Current Last Line: I’m Sam, Sam Wilson – another friend of Steve’s.

Avengers Bingo [AvB] (Runs thru 24 Dec)

Two fills posted and 0 WIPs - I decided to further challenge myself by pairing up each square with a unique combo of 2 original MCU Avengers! With the help of the STB Enthusiasts Discord folks - I’ve got all 16 squares planned out, at least in terms of who to write about, and half of them have some sort of idea or crossover square to go along with them. Feel free to toss other plot bunnies my way…

* A2 - On the Run - Natasha & Steve - crossover with MWAPB - Farmer’s Market? post CA:CW Wakanda ?

* A4 - Mutual Pining - Steve/Thor - crossover with MWAPB - Thor.

* A3 - Reunited - Clint & Natasha - Endgame Ronin scene?

* B1 - Death - possible crossover with MWAP Crying square – post Snap Bruce & Steve mourning?

* B3 - Road Trip - Bruce & Thor - Post Grandmaster, pre-Thanos space shenanigans

* C1 - Opposites Attract - Clint/Thor - there was a fun Tumblr headcanon going around about a Bumbling Foreigner whose ignorance of local customs results in him flirting with/proposing to the prince - this seems like a perfect matchup!

* C3 - Reincarnation AU - Natasha & Tony - post-Endgame

* C4 - Bodyguard AU - Thor/Tony - young!Tony - crush on Cap plays into attraction (obvious title - Thunderstruck) - holding on this til next round of TSB.

* D1 - Friends w/ Benefits - Clint/Steve - crossover with MWAPB Hawkeye/Clint Barton.

D2 - Romeo & Juliet AU - basic idea: Steve (jock) & Tony (geek) trying out for title roles in R&J - despite their respective friend groups thinking it’s a terrible idea. Both cliques end up becoming friends.

* D3 - Bed Sharing - Bruce/Natasha - AoU compliant.

Man With a Plan (Steve Rogers) Bingo [MWAPB] (Runs thru 31 Dec)

Four fills, 1 WIPs and several Vague Ideas/potential cross fills with other bingos. Prompts cheerfully accepted!

* B2 - Next Door Neighbors - see STBB AU: Western above

* B3 - Farmer’s Market - see AvB On the Run above

* B4 - Powerless AU - if Sunqueen and I decide to continue Wrong Number, Right Call, this would be a good fit.

* B5 - “I don’t really want to wake up just yet.” - this would probably be a good fit with Chapter 5 of Takin’ What They’re Givin’ (‘Cause I’m Workin’ for a Livin’)

* I1 - Steve is here for TFAtWS - this might go well with my BBB “Oh, hell no" square - Steve trolling Bucky & Sam by sending the old man in with his shield? (moodboard & ficlet?)

* I2 - Found Family - see STBB One Fill, One Bingo above.

* I3 - Thor - see AvB Mutual Pining above

* I5 - Dogsitting - possible crossover with BBB “Run” square - Steve & Bucky dogsitting for Lucky? (moodboard + ficlet)

* N1 - School AU/Teacher AU - if I decide to continue on with Technicalities (see Stucky Bingo College AU above) - I could fill this square :: ponders::

* N3 - Online shopping - this might be fun as a crossover with BBB Thighs …? (even tho lingerie is a “nah” for me) Steve and Tony buying a new wardrobe for Bucky that show off his ass-ets?

* G4 - Canon Divergence post CA:TWS - possible crossover with BBB Kill List Bucky wreaking havoc on Hydra bases and Steve & Sam catch up with him

* O1 - Crying - see AvB Death square above

* O2 - Sex Pollen - Teenage Groot pollen = aphrodisiac hi-jinks. Quill & Gamora warn the couple (stucky)/throuple (Stuckony) ahead of time, so no dub-con.

* O3 - Hawkeye/Clint Barton - see AvB - Friends w/ Benefits above.

Bucky Barnes Bingo - Round 4 [BBB_R4] (Runs thru 7 Jan 2023)

Four fills and three WIPs - looks like I’m already in good shape to start with a Row 4 and/or Column K bingo!

* B3 - Sam Wilson|Falcon - this would be a good candidate for a continuation of After One Or Two False Starts

* U2 - AU: Roommate - see WHB Huddling for Warmth above

* U3 - Steve Rogers - slating for Chapter 5 of Never More to Go Astray (Stuckony Star Wars AU) Looks like this will be at least 6 chapters to get through two rounds of POVs. Huge thanks to RudeArrow, who is doing an AMAZING job of brainstorming and beta’ing with me!! Chapter 5 (Bucky POV) is currently sitting at 400 words. Current Last Line: “How come I’m the errand boy?”

* U4 - AU: Arranged Marriage - will probably pick Lady Natasha’s Consort and Lord Steve’s Companion back up for this one.

* U5 - Kill List - see MWAP - G4 - Canon Divergence. Post CA:TWS above

* C1 - Merpeople - see Stucky Bingo FREE square

* C2 - "Oh, hell no” - possible crossover with MWAP I1 - Steve is here for TFaWS

* C4 - KINK: Aftercare - probably holding onto this until the TSB bingo 😁

* C5 - “This might as well happen” - possible crossover with WHB Huddling for Warmth?

* K1 - Thighs - possible crossover with MWAP: N3 - Online Shopping.

* K2 - Comics - sew the Stuffed Marvel Classic Comics Bucky Barnes I drew up last month.

* K3 - KINK: Edging - see STB Lazy Sunday Morning above.

* K5 - Tony Stark | Iron Man - see The Devil is in the Details above

* Y1 - “Do you trust me?” - Using this for Chapter 5 of Takin’ What They’re Givin’ (‘Cause I’m Workin’ for a Livin’) - Mission Four: Pour Some Sugar: Part 2. Chapter 5 picks up mid-sexytimes with Steve and Bucky and is currently sitting at 705 words. Current Last Line: “Breathe for me, sweetheart.”

* Y2 - Never the fall that kills you - this might be the title for the remix I want to do of Seeds of Love (by the super-talented @hddnone) Holding off on this til I get my TSB card, as I wanted to carry over my Secret Admirer square for this as well.

* Y3 - “Run” - see MWAP I5 - Dogsitting above.

* Y5 - Happily Ever After - see WHB Happy Bucky Barnes above

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hey dude 💚 sorry yr having a shit night too— chainshipping ask tho! I’m always down to head more thoughts abt just. things they do to make th other person smile. but also favorite things to do together? not necessarily Big Activities but the lil domestic stuff (like cooking, maybe chores they do together, etc) that’s just better bc they’re Both doing it

Yeah it was a. rough one kdjks... ty <33

I'm always game to talk abt things they do to make the other smile!! One I think about all the time is the simple act of getting things for each other? Maybe sometimes before they even realize they want said thing, or that they need said thing. As you've mentioned b4 I do think Adam has one of those lavender-scented stuffed animals that you can put in the microwave (I have!! the celebration bear one, who naturally is named Lawrence bc he's blue... and uh... I associate teddy bears. w him) and sometimes, when Adam is doing poorly and has gone nonverbal, Lawrence will just be like "Oh! I know what might help!” so he’ll grab the husky from the bedroom (got Rlly attached to that idea when you mentioned it <33) and pop it in the microwave for a minute, rounding back to the couch to hand Adam one of his shirts to snuggle in and a kiss on the forehead. When he gets Adam’s husky from the microwave and hands it to him, Adam just kinda has a moment like oh... I didn’t even have to ask... and he smiles, for the first time that day, and honestly? It rlly does help, to have someone who knows what might comfort you/knows what types of things do, and who just. Does those things when you need them, sometimes without prompt. It’s an intimate kind of knowledge, and it makes Adam feel all warm on the inside.

Another good example of this is Adam making sure Lawrence has his cane while he's walking around the apartment, esp those first few months when he's just getting used to using it - because he's still learning + trying to get used to walking with his (properly fitted) prosthetic, he often left the cane in random places because Adam would often offer his arm if Lawrence needed it (which, again, took some time for him to be okay with, but Adam always tells him it's okay to need help sometimes), and it would frustrate him because he'd be sitting on the couch like "I. I don't know where I put it." but Adam will be like "It's okay, I know where it is!" and it's as simple as that! Lawrence can't help but smile when Adam hands it to him because Adam just. He gets how hard it is. It's so simple to Adam but to Lawrence it means a whole lot. <3

Something else is that Lawrence will remind him to eat. I've touched on this a little bit b4, but Adam has issues with food that extend past textures and tastes and such - his eating is very disordered, and has been since childhood. He doesn't eat three meals a day, sometimes he hardly eats anything at all (usually the bare minimum that will allow him to take his medications without getting sick), he tends to gravitate towards snacks/easy foods that aren't necessarily super healthy, and combined with him already being underweight + having spent the last seven or eight years since leaving his parents' place at 18 getting by on very little, it causes him frequent dizzy spells/fainting episodes. It also takes him a while to realize that hey, I don't have to spread my meals out anymore, I don't have to worry about getting food, and I don't have to feel guilty about eating when I'm hungry. I think Lawrence is a very observant person by nature, and while he might not understand it fully right away, I think he'd definitely realize that some of these issues are tied to the state of the apartment he'd seen only once + Adam's life from before.

So he doesn't force him to eat, obviously, because that doesn't work and helps no one, but he will definitely be like "Hey, I know you're not feeling great today, but why don't I grab you a granola bar or something? We have those oranges you like too. I just want to make sure you don't give yourself a headache or get sick." and admittedly Adam is. Not used to that kind of regard whatsoever. But it feels so much easier to at least eat something small when he knows Lawrence sees him, understands that it's hard and isn't forcing anything out of him. I do think that once they settle into a routine after moving in together, some of that becomes a little bit easier because hey, he's not living paycheck to paycheck, he doesn't have to survive off of ramen and monster energy, he's allowed to eat and not worry about what happens after. The stress of worrying about groceries is definitely nonexistent with Lawrence, and that takes so much weight off of Adam's shoulders; not to embtion the fact that Lawrence is also conscious about his same foods, and makes sure they've always got some in the kitchen. It's not easy, but having someone care about him so much, someone who wants to make sure he's eating right and caring about him like that always makes Adam smile a little bit.

For Lawrence, I think a big thing is just like... seeing Adam hanging out with Diana? There's nothing that will put a smile on his face faster than coming home from work to find the two of them in the living room, a Disney movie (or The Princess Bride!) playing in the background while Diana paints Adam's nails bright glittery blue and pink, because she wanted to practice patterns and she really likes the glitter. Her nails are already painted black with a glitter coat on top - "Adam's nails always look so pretty like that, and he said maybe I couldn't do full black, so he put glitter on them too!" - and he's sitting there, hand spread out on the coffee table while they both sit on the floor, talking about anything and everything that pops into Diana's head, and Lawrence just kind of stands there and watches for a little while. His two favourite people, relaxing together, enjoying each other's company. Adam turns around and Lawrence has always got this huge grin on his face, just like, "Oh, don't mind me. What was it you were talking about, Diana?" which of course prompts her to jump up to give him a huge hug, but after that she's right back to painting Adam's nails, and Lawrence is more than content to just sit in and listen. (He also absolutely adores finding Adam reading to her before bed, because he does voices and everything. He gets a little bit embarrassed about it at first, but once he sees Lawrence watching them with the most loving look he thinks he's ever seen, he just blushes, smiles back, and continues. Sometimes Lawrence joins in, but not always, because then it becomes a competition of voices and they'll never get Diana to bed if she's laughing too hard!!)

Another is that Adam is really good at pulling him out of his own head. He can usually tell when Lawrence is thinking way too hard about something, or when he's beating himself up for some perceived slight he feels he's somehow performed, or when something is bothering him and he's debating whether or not to bring it up for fear of bothering Adam. Often times he'll just sit beside him wherever he is, or lead him somewhere to sit down if they're standing, and he'll just guide Lawrence's head to rest on his chest and he'll just talk softly, making sure Lawrence isn't sitting in silence, knowing that Lawrence doesn't typically feel up to talking himself right away. He'll run his fingers through his hair and tell him about his day, or something he saw while scrolling through his phone/on TV, sometimes he'll read to him, basically just letting him know that hey, I'm right here, I know you're not doing great right now, and that's okay. I'm here for you. Lawrence cries sometimes when Adam does this, the relief of being held + feeling safe enough to express his emotions making it easier, but he smiles by the end of it because he knows how much Adam loves him + wants to make sure he's okay, and he knows that Adam isn't going to judge him. It's the safety of it all. <3

Favourite things to do together!!! Like you mentioned I like to think they do chores together! It’s just more fun that way. Again as you’ve mentioned b4, I think Adam has some difficulty with the dishes despite liking the repetitiveness of the task, both because of textures and because of his shaky hands - so what they do is Lawrence will wash the plates themselves and then hand them off to Adam, who will dry them and put them away/the strainer! They both find it helps a lot to just be around each other like this, listening to the radio above the stove and bumping hips, tapping their feet, sometimes humming along if they know the song well enough. It’s just a nice little routine. (Sometimes they dance in the kitchen after, and sometimes to the goofiest pop songs Adam has ever heard, but if you heard that, no you didn't.)

They like folding laundry together, too! That one is just because it's fun. Lawrence will toss him one or two of his shirts while they're warm because he knows Adam likes the feeling + stealing Lawrence's clothes, and every now and then Adam will throw a washcloth at him just 'cause he thinks it's funny (it is, especially bc Lawrence's gut response is to throw it back?? so they look like two dorks bc they're just throwing it back and forth???), and it's just a nice way to share space. Sometimes they get a bit too caught up in whatever is on TV (its on bc they both need background noise) and end up just sitting against the couch, two baskets of laundry on either side of them, and then eventually Adam will be like "Okay babe I think we should probably finish folding clothes now," and Lawrence will just groan like "I forgot that's what we were doing. Damn it." and they take a moment to laugh before they finish up. (Adam Loves hearing Lawrence swear bc he doesn't do it often, so even smth as simple as "damn it" cracks him up for a good minute lmao!!)

I do think they also enjoy cooking together!! Adam will hand him ingredients/assist in cutting vegetables/what have you; I think, for the most part, that Lawrence does the majority of the cooking, but Adam does help where he can! Sometimes he'll just hop up onto the counter and hand Lawrence things as he needs them, and Lawrence thanks him with either a squeeze to his hand or a kiss on the cheek, and Adam will joke about how he's basically just sitting there looking pretty, but he learns very quickly that Lawrence will just be like "Well, you DO look very pretty, so I think that's fine," and it ends with Adam red in the face but smiling into his hands anyway. The payoff is always a nice meal that they can sit down to together, and it's just such a peaceful, enjoyable thing for them to do together!!

Other than those three they'll take turns doing chores for each other - sweeping, dusting, tidying up the bathroom, things like that just to help each other out <3

#saw #adam #lawrence #asks #thank you so so much <33 #mood kind of bled into today too so this was nice to sit down n reply to!!#once again giving adam a lot of my food issues... im healthier now but it was bad for a while #I think abt them so much!!! many thoughts head full!!#hey the washcloth thing? I do that #its fun when yr w your friends hdjdmdkd #aaaa I loved answering this!!#long post #diana #FORGOT TO TAG MY GIRL im sorry diana

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Each Other // M.C

This is a fic for our second Writers Collab, put together by @h0tsos & @maluminspace! Thank you both for arranging this amazing event again and bringing together so many writers! My AU was Neighbour!Michael but I’ve added a single dad spin on it. I’m hoping to create a world on my blog out of this AU so I’d really appreciate it if you could let me know what you think here! ♥️

Prompt: “Kissing you is all I’ve thought about since the moment we met.”

AU: Neighbour!Michael

Event Masterlist

“Dad, look! There’s a truck like mine outside!”

Michael’s attention turned to the scene outside of his window, noticing a removal truck turning up in the drive of their apartment building. It had clearly caught Levi’s attention too — the four year old curiously sat in front of the window, small hands pressed against the glass as if it would bring him any closer.

“I see, bubs. That’s so cool, huh?” He replies, a hand running through Levi’s blonde hair — the texture so similar to that of his own. Sometimes looking at his son was like looking in a mirror — the same full cheeks and green eyes looking back at him. “Don’t put your hands on the windows, please. I spend enough time cleaning them as it is.”

Michael looks around the cosy, albeit messy, apartment. Levi’s toys were scattered around the wooden floor — his son has a short attention span and would move from one game to the next, without putting the previous one away until Michael declared it was bedtime. He tries his best to make the apartment feel like home — decorating it with warm colours and framing the many memories he had made with his son, there as a constant reminder that they have each other.

Each other — all they both have.

It had been, ever since Michael had legally been granted full parental responsibility of his son three years earlier. He loves his son more than anything else in the world, would move the earth for him — yet he always worried he wasn’t enough for him. That the absence of a maternal figure was something he could never make up for.

“Sorry.” Levi replies, knowing it was something Michael reminded him of many times. Michael smiles at his son and drops a kiss to his forehead, silently forgiving him.

He resumes his place on the sofa, picking up his acoustic guitar and quietly strumming the tune in his head as Levi gets back to playing. He didn’t get the chance to play properly as often as he’d like to — the studio he used to spend hours on end in a distant memory. His days were now filled with children’s TV shows, Levi’s favourite turkey dinosaurs, and many many toy cars and trucks. He’d find them where he’d least expect to — he couldn’t get into bed without finding a surprise underneath his pillow.

He wouldn’t have it any other way though.

Even though his life had drastically changed from what it used to be — it was also filled with so much love. He can’t imagine waking up without his son pulling at the edge of the covers to join him for cuddles, or having anything less than at least ten hugs and kisses everyday. He loves watching Levi grow up and change, as well as discovering more about the world with him by his side.

“What else is going on outside, bud?” Michael asks Levi, noticing his son was curiously peering outside once more.

“They’re taking things from the truck.” He tells him. Michael knows he wouldn’t care about anything other than watching the vehicle so similar to the plastic one in his hands. Michael glances outside once more, spotting two people lifting boxes from the back of the van — wondering if there would be a new resident in the building.

It was then he remembers the empty apartment next door to his — it had been a few months since their previous neighbour left, and he had been wondering when somebody else would be moving in.

“Levi, come and get your shoes on please bud.” Michael instructs him, grabbing his small waterproof jacket from the hook next to the door. Grocery shopping was something they always do every Friday morning together. Well, they do everything together, but groceries were a part of their routine. “Shall we have another try at tying your laces? I know you’ve been practicing since last time.”

Michael was always looking for something new to teach his son — the most recent task being teaching him how to tie his own shoe laces. He has never been forced to put on his shoes so much in his life, due to Levi asking to practice on him.

“Then that goes there...” Levi’s voice is quiet as he concentrates. Michael watches as he tries — it wasn’t quite right, but he’s definitely closer than the last time he tried.

“Almost, bud! You’re getting better every time.” Michael praises him, kneeling down to securely tie his laces himself. “We’ll keep trying.”

Michael makes sure he has his wallet and keys before taking Levi’s hand in his. He’s met with two people outside of his apartment — the same two people he had seen unpacking boxes outside. The door next to his apartment was propped open, assumingly so it was easier for things to be unloaded inside.

“Look dad! A puppy!”

Levi pulls away from Michael’s hand and runs over to the brown labradoodle sniffing around the hall, making himself familiar with his new environment. Michael turns around quickly, calling Levi’s name to attempt to stop him from getting in the way, or from bothering the dog minding their own business.

That’s when Michael sees you.

“Milo,” You call, worried he would get over excited and jump up at the little boy currently trying to pet him. “Sorry, the attention gets her a little excitable.”

“Don’t worry.” Michael replies, laughing off what you said. “She was minding his own business before my son got involved. I’m Michael, by the way. Are you moving in next door?”

“I am! I’m glad I bumped into you, actually. Much less awkward than me just randomly knocking on your door, I guess.” You reply, chuckling out of nervousness. Michael holds his hand out for you to shake, as you introduce yourself too. “It’s good to meet you. What’s this little guy’s name?”

“My name is Levi.” Levi pipes up from where he was still entertaining Milo. One trait Levi hasn’t inherited from Michael is his confidence — or thereby lack of. Levi would talk to anyone that interacted with Michael, which was something he would never have done at his age.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you Levi.” You reply to him, smiling as he stands back next to his dad and grabs a hold of his hand. “Thanks for keeping Milo entertained.”

“We have some grocery shopping to do, but I’m sure we’ll see you around.” Michael tells you, hoping that it was true. He’s happy to have a friendly neighbour moving in, especially since you have a dog — he’s sure Levi isn’t going to forget that. He had been begging for a pet for a long time, but Michael didn’t feel like the time was right. “Come on, bud. Say goodbye!”

Levi waves goodbye to you as you continue into your new apartment, setting the box of your belongings down along with the rest. Looking around your new home, there’s a lot of cleaning and decorating to be done — but it’s all part of the moving fun.

“Looks like we have some nice neighbours, huh Milo?” You think back to the friendly man and his adorable son that you had met moments ago. They had made moving into the building a little less daunting. “I think Levi wants to be your friend, too.”

The last of your belongings were brought into the apartment and you thank the removal company for their help, knowing the move would’ve been much more difficult if you had done it yourself. The apartment already felt homey — the neutral, warm decor giving it a cosy atmosphere. It would feel more like home when you unpacked and added your own spin on it.

In the supermarket, Michael is going through his usual shopping list and making sure they got everything they would need for the next week — as well as a few extra treats for Levi. He’s good at disciplining him when he needs to — he’s learned how to say ‘no’, but he couldn’t lie and say he isn’t a soft touch towards his son.

“Dad?” Levi asks, sitting in the child friendly seat at the front of the trolley. He has a toy car in his grasp, something to keep him entertained whilst Michael shopped — grocery shopping isn’t the most exciting way for a four year old to spend a Friday afternoon. “Do you think I can play with the puppy when we get home?”

Michael chuckles at his words, whilst grabbing his favourite pasta sauce from the shelf. He wishes he could be four years old again — his biggest concern being the ability to pet the dog he had met half an hour ago. He isn’t surprised that it had been the only thing on Levi’s mind since meeting you and Milo.

“We’ll have to wait and see, buddy.” He replies, not wanting to continuously bother you on your first day in the new apartment, knowing you needed to unpack and settle in. “Our new neighbour needs to unpack first I think. We don’t want to bother them.”

“Can we take her some treats?” He asks, knowing it would give him an excuse to see Milo again. Michael isn’t too mad about getting to see you again, either. It would be nice to have some adult company — he’s forgotten what it was like to talk to someone other than his four year old. “Please? Maybe then she’ll want to be friends with us.” Night

He loves the way his son thinks through things — four year old logic just made sense of the simple things in life. Being kind makes people want to be friends with you. It’s something he never wants his son to grow out of.

“Sure, bud.” He agrees, knowing it would be a nice gesture for Milo — even if it wasn’t the best housewarming present. “We’ll pick some up when we get to the pet aisle, okay?”

Levi is satisfied with his answer.

***

“Who’s that Milo, huh? Do we have more visitors?”

A knock on your leads you out of your bedroom, where you were finally making up the bed. It was the last thing you planned on doing that evening — the living room and kitchen were still full of boxes, yet they weren’t going to be unpacked until the weekend. Anything not essential could be done at another time.

You look through the small peep hole in the door — spotting Michael and Levi on the other side. It’s nice to see a familiar face, even though you had only had one conversation with them. As soon as you open the door, Milo runs past you, jumping up at the little boy who had been so eagerly waiting to see her again.

“Sorry to bother you again,” Michael starts, the expression on his face telling you that he had been reluctant to call round — yet the little boy next to him had won the battle due to wanting to see Milo. “Levi here has a present, well for Milo. Not the best housewarming gift, I know.”

“That’s so sweet, thank you so much!” You take the small bag of dog treats from Michael’s hands, opening it and handing one to Levi. “Would you like to give it to her?”

Levi nods and happily takes it from your hand, offering it to Milo and giggling when she ate it from his grasp. They continue to play together, Michael turning his attention back to you.

“I would invite you in, but there’s more boxes than anything else in there currently.” You tell him, closing the door behind you slightly to hide the mess. “I’d be happy to have you round when it looks a little less than a dumping sight though.”

Something about you intrigues Michael. It’s so easy to talk to you, even in the two conversations you’d had.

“Don’t worry, we just wanted to bring the treats round. Levi hasn’t stopped talking about Milo since earlier so I knew he wouldn’t sleep until he got to see her again.” He explains, a hand running through Levi’s messy blonde hair. You can’t help but notice there had been no mention of his mum, yet you’d only bumped into them twice — you don’t really know anything about them at all. “We’ll let you get on with unpacking, but feel free to knock if you need anything. C’mon, bub. It’s bath time for you.”

Levi waves goodbye and they head back next door — leaving you in your own company once more. Something about them is intriguing. They seem like a very sweet duo, although you aren’t sure of their exact situation. It makes you feel more comfortable knowing you had someone next door that you could speak to though.

You spent the rest of the evening making the bedroom more able to sleep in. About to head to bed after a long day, you close the blinds in the living room — a quiet strumming catching your attention. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion, wondering what the sound was and there it was coming from.

“‘Cause I’ve got a jet black heart... and there’s a hurricane underneath it, trying to keep us apart,”

It’s Michael singing.

The sound is oddly comforting. It’s only a soft strumming, his velvety voice a quiet murmur — assuming it was to avoid waking Levi up. Yet somehow, you could hear it through the wall. You wonder if it’s just a hobby, or whether that’s part of his job. You can’t help but be curious about their situation.

Michael is stuck.

Ashton had called him in the middle of the afternoon, following a minor drumming incident — a drumstick had slipped out of his hand whilst practicing too hard, splitting mid air and cutting the palm of his hand. It’s not too bad, he’d managed to stop the bleeding — yet he knew it would need some stitches, and that’s where he hoped Michael would come in.

He’d already tried both Calum and Luke, both tied up with something, so they couldn’t help him out either. Michael didn’t fancy taking Levi to the hospital with him, yet he isn’t sure what else to do.

Then he thinks about you.

It had been around a week since you moved in, and he’d bumped into you a handful of times — the conversations flowing just as they had the first few times. He doesn’t think it would be fair to leave Levi with you, since he barely knows you. Yet he isn’t sure what else to do. Levi is napping — it’s not often that he sleeps in the afternoon anymore, but after spending the morning at the park, it had knocked him out.

It led him to your door. He knocks lightly, desperately hoping that you were in and not busy, although he feels guilty for even asking you to help him out.

“Hey, Michael. What’s up?” You ask, a friendly smile on your face as he stood anxiously at the door. He doesn’t have the same relaxed demeanour as he usually did. “You okay?”

“I’m so sorry to ask, but is there any chance you have an hour to spare? Levi is asleep, there’s something I have to go and do and I don’t know who else to ask but I can’t take Levi with me an—“

“Michael, Michael... calm down.” You interrupt him, seeing how he was getting so worked up over something so trivial. “Of course I can, no problem at all. Levi is a sweet boy, and I’m sure Milo will appreciate the attention.”

Michael sighs in relief.

“Thank you so much.” It seems like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. “Levi is asleep, he might wake up but he’ll just play with his toys, probably. Help yourself to anything in the kitchen. I really appreciate it.”

You grab your phone and whistle for Milo, making sure you had your key before following Michael into his apartment. The layout is very similar to yours, although he had decorated quite a lot — the living room was calming and comfortable, mainly black and white, with a deep blue feature wall, and wooden furniture. Toys are littered around the room, as you expect, the trail clear from where Levi had moved from one to the other.

“I shouldn’t be too long.” Michael explains, throwing on a jacket and grabbing his phone. “Can I give you my number so I can keep you updated?”

You nod, handing your phone over so he could add his contact into it. He says goodbye and you watch him leave, before awkwardly lingering in his apartment — not really sure of what to do in the unfamiliar space. You consider watching TV, yet you don’t want to wake Levi up. You’re slightly nervous as to how Levi would react to waking up with you there, instead of Michael, although he had been nothing but friendly with you since meeting. He’s a very confident child, you had noticed.

Taking a seat on the plush brown sofa, you can’t help but look around the room.

It’s obvious Michael had put a lot of effort into decorating. The photo frames lining the shelves and hung on the wall catch your eye — filled with photos of Michael and Levi together. One where Levi was a tiny baby, cuddled up in Michael’s arms, another where he was on his shoulders, tiny hands holding onto a hat that said “MC” in white letters on the side. There’s a few family shots, with people you assumed to be Michael’s parents. Yet, none with someone who could’ve been Levi’s mum, or Michael’s partner. At that point, you’re 90% sure that Michael and Levi live there alone.

Milo curls up next to you on the couch, making herself at home after exploring the apartment. You run your hands through her soft fur, wondering how else to kill time before Michael returns. His record collection catches your attention too, stacked up on a shelf way above ground level — seemingly out of reach from Levi. Maybe the music was just a hobby, an escape for Michael in his spare time. It’s something you want to ask about in due course.

“Hello?”

A soft voice appears from behind you, making you jump slightly and turn around from your spot on the sofa.

“Hi, Levi.” You greet him, smiling at the sight of the four year old — standing in his dinosaur print pyjamas, cheeks rosy and rubbing at his sleepy eyes. “Your dad had to go and do something, so I said I’d stay here and hang out with you for a while. Is that okay?”

He nods, still not comprehending exactly what was going on but agreeing all the same. In his sleepy state, he hadn’t noticed Milo wagging her tail and making her way over to him. He giggles excitedly as she nudges her nose against his leg, hoping for the attention he usually gave her.

“Milo is here!” He exclaims, kneeling down so the soft puppy could jump up at him.

“I thought you might like to play with her.” You tell him, smiling at their sweet interaction. “She’s probably more fun than me.”

Levi is happy to give Milo all of his attention — giggling when he's smothered in puppy cuddles and kisses. She’s a good way to break the ice between them, even though Levi isn’t a shy child — Milo gives them something easy to talk about.

“Where did my dad go?” Levi asks a little anxiously — twiddling one of his toy trucks in his hands, his nerves coming out in his actions.

“I’m not sure actually,” You reply, realising Michael actually never said where he was going. “He said he wouldn’t be too long, but it was an emergency.”

He nods slowly, almost like he didn’t believe you.

“Me and Milo will keep you company until then, okay? I won’t leave until he gets back.” You reassure him, hoping to put his mind at ease. It makes you wonder why he’s so worried about being left alone. You hand him Milo’s favourite toy. “I brought this for you to play with.”

“I want to get a dog, but Dad says we can’t,” Levi says, throwing the ball across the room and watching as Milo chases after it. It gives you the chance to ask a few questions. You don’t want to overstep, yet do want to get to know them.

“Is it just you and your dad that live here?”

“Uh huh.” He replies. That confirms to you that Michael is a single dad, if anything. “He’s my best friend.”

You don’t get the chance to ask him any more questions before Michael bursts through the door.

“Hey, you.” Michael smiles at his son as Levi runs towards him, wrapping his arms around his legs. “Did you have a good nap? Sorry I wasn’t here, bud. Your uncle Ash had a bit of an accident.”

“It’s okay.” Levi replies, throwing his arms around Michael’s neck as he picks him up. “I had fun playing with Milo!”

“I’m glad you did, bubs.” He smiles, reaching down to greet Milo too. “Thank you so much for watching him. I really appreciate it.”

You wave off his thanks, reassuring him that it wasn’t a problem — you enjoy spending time with Levi and want to get to know them more.

“Don’t worry about it,” You say. He sits down next to you on the sofa — Levi cuddling up next to him. “Is everything okay?”

Michael thinks back to the chaos of the last hour — having to drive Ashton to the hospital in a hurry and then hang around in the waiting room whilst he got it stitched up.

“Yeah, my bandmate just had a bit of a drumming incident. He’s fine, though.” He replies, and the word ‘bandmate’ catches your attention. It makes you think back to the previous few nights, when you’d heard him playing guitar through the wall.

“Oh, you’re in a band?” You ask curiously, hoping it doesn’t seem like you’re prying, but you’d been wanting to ask about his musical abilities.

Sometimes Michael forgets he’s in the band, especially now his sole focus is Levi. They hadn’t been able to tour for a long time, leading to them all focusing on their own personal interests — it had given Michael some space to breathe and focus on being a dad.

“Yeah, well, we’re kinda on a hiatus at the moment.” He explains. It’s not a lie. It’s an unofficial one — they never collectively decided to take a break, but life had just turned out that way. They were all itching to get back into the band, though. Michael just wanted to get Levi in school first. He didn’t want him to have to spend his days cooped up in a studio whilst Michael worked. It didn’t seem fair. “We’ve been together a long time, but we all kinda took a break for a little while to focus on our own things. I had Levi to take care of, so it kinda worked out.”

“I see,” You nod as he speaks. “That explains the guitar then?”

He furrows his eyebrows at you, like he knows what you mean, but he’s not sure.

“You heard that?” A blush arises on his face. “I’m sorry, I hope I didn’t keep you awake. It’s just the only time I really get to practice, after Levi is in bed.”

“Hey, don’t worry. It’s nice, actually. You have a nice voice.” You reassure him. Michael seems to worry a lot, you had noticed. He always felt the need to explain himself, or apologise for what he was doing — it made you sad in a way. “I don’t mind at all.”

Something about you made Michael feel as though he could breathe a little more. He wants to spend more time with you. It feels comfortable and easy.

“Dad, what’s for dinner?” Levi’s voice pulls Michael’s attention from thinking, back to reality.

“I’m not sure bud, what do you want?” Michael asks him, running his hands through his fluffy, sleep tousled hair. He turns his attention back to you. “I have to get his dinner, but you’re welcome to come round later tonight, if you’re free? We can talk properly then.”

“Sounds good to me,” You stand up, whistling for Milo so she’d follow along behind you. “I’ll see you tonight.”

***

It’s around 9:00pm by the time Michael texts you.

He could’ve knocked, but he didn’t want to disturb Levi. It had taken him a little longer for him to settle — almost as if he knew that Michael had plans. It was often Levi was plagued with nightmares, ones of Michael leaving him alone or him being somehow abandoned. Michael assumed it came from his mum leaving at such a young age. He had some memories of her, since he was just over a year old when she left — he knew her. He knew her enough to know that she was gone.

“Hey, sorry it took so long to get Levi to bed.” Michael apologises once more. “It sometimes takes a little longer to get him to sleep.”

“It’s no problem.” You reply, walking into the homey apartment — the floor now clear of evidence of Levi playing all day long. It has a relaxing energy. “Is he okay? And are you?”

“Yeah, it’s just ever since his mum left…” The words trail off as he realises what he's saying. He doesn't want to offload on you, yet something about you made him trust you. “He has nightmares a lot, we’re trying to deal with his fear of the dark too.”

“It must be tough doing it alone.” You comment, sitting on the end of his sofa as he stands in the kitchen, opposite you. “Levi is such a sweet boy though, if that’s any consolation.”

Michael smiles as he thinks about his son.

“Thank you,” He replies genuinely. “I’m used to it being just us now, but it was really rough in the beginning. I just worry that I’m never gonna be able to give him what a mother could, you know? Well, what she did.

“I think you worry about a lot of things.”

Michael chuckles at your words.

“Probably,” He sighs, yawning quietly as he adjusts his fringe over his forehead. “Another thing I’m used to doing. The band used to help me get out of my head, but I don’t really get the chance to do that anymore. Well, not until late at night.”

Michael used to spend his days locked up in a studio, perfecting harmonies and recording guitar solos over and over. He loved it, though. It was his passion, the one thing he truly loved — yet none of that compared to how he felt about Levi.

“Did you want to get back with your band?” Michael moves around the kitchen, pouring himself a drink before offering you one too, as he thinks about your question.

He did want to. A part of him aches to get back to being creative, to satisfy the lyrics and melodies floating around his mind. He has a lot to write about, that’s for sure. After the time he had taken away, he’d never be short on inspiration.

Ashton, Luke and Calum feel the same way too.

They’d be back in the studio in a heartbeat if Michael agreed. He’d have to agree for any of them to go back into it as a band — it was all or none. They understand though. The last few years had been rough on both Michael and Levi, and they’d never rush him into anything if it wasn’t the best thing for both of them.

“Yeah. The guys really want to, but it’s just when I can.” He explains. “I don’t want Levi’s life to turn into being stuck in a studio all day, it’s not fair on him. I was planning on waiting until he starts school in September.”

You don’t know Michael that well, apart from living next door to him for the past week or so. Yet something about him made you want to help him. He’s just a single dad, trying to do the best for his son — yet he's trying to juggle far too much at a time, leaving no time for himself. You want to help with that.

“This might be completely crazy since we don’t know each other that well and I just moved in next door…” You start, Michael cocking his eyebrow at you — unsure of what you were going to ask. “I’m still looking for a job, I don’t really have much on during the day. I could watch Levi for you if you wanted to go to the studio again. If Levi would feel okay with that, of course. And as long as you’re comfortable too.”

Michael thinks about your proposal for a moment.

On one hand, it seems like a crazy suggestion. You had only lived next door for around a week, and hung out with them a few times, yet Levi did seem to be comfortable when you had taken care of him that day. Milo would help too. Levi could be convinced to do anything if there was a puppy involved somehow.

“I couldn’t ask you to do that.” Michael sighs, already feeling the ‘dad guilt’ at the idea of leaving Levi with someone else. He’d have to talk to Levi before agreeing — he had to make it clear that he wasn’t leaving him, since that would do nothing to help his abandonment issues. Michael couldn’t do that to his son.

“You’re not asking me to.” You move a little closer to him, resting your hand on his thigh, as if to ground him. Michael looks directly at you, suddenly feeling emotional over how much you wanted to be able to help him. “I’m offering to, because I want you to do something for you. I know I don’t know that much about how you and Levi ended up in this situation, but I do know that it’s about time you did something other than be a parent.”

“You’re sure?” He asks again, tears lining his eyes at your words. It had been a long time since he felt able to do something for himself. He had wanted to find someone to babysit Levi for a long time, yet he worried they wouldn’t bond and it wouldn’t work out. He had been too worried to reach out to someone. Maybe it was time he did something for him, now that he had the opportunity.

You nod.

“Me and Milo need the company anyway.” You tell him, moving forward when he holds his arms out towards you, to pull you into a grateful hug. His touch is gentle as his hands settle on your back. He’s warm and smells like clean cotton, fresh and comforting. It had been a long time since Michael felt so comfortable around someone, and he doesn’t know what makes him feel so secure.

“I need to talk to Levi about it.” He pulls away from the hug, but didn’t move further away. “I need to make sure he’s okay with it before we arrange anything. I just… I need to make sure he knows I’m not leaving him.”

“I understand, Michael. Take as much time as you need.” You assure him, squeezing his hand in yours in a comforting and reassuring gesture. “I’m not going anywhere.”

***

“Your bed is all nice and cosy, ready for you to have a good sleep.”

Michael pulls back the soft astronaut—themed duvet as Levi yawns, climbing under the covers. It’s an earlier bedtime than usual — Michael hoping it would be a good time to talk to Levi about your proposal of babysitting him.

He had spent all day thinking about it — what to say, how to explain that it was okay if he didn’t want it to happen. He just wants Levi to be happy and comfortable. If that meant him never being able to make music again, that’s what it would have to be — yet he hoped it wouldn’t come to that.

“Levi,” Michael started, pushing his damp fluffy hair away from his face — drying after an evening bath. “I need to talk to you about something, okay? Me and your uncles have been thinking about making music again, which would mean me having to go into the studio for a few hours sometimes.”

He continues to explain what would happen — that you would take care of him when he had to go.

“But if you don’t want to, that’s okay, I promise. I don’t want you to be sad, bud. If you want me to stay here with you then I will. You just let me know, okay? I promise that’s okay.” He reassures him. Levi’s big green eyes looked up at him as he spoke, melting his heart. He tries to ignore how much he looks like his mum, even though she had always told him Levi was a clone of him. He did look like Michael in many ways, yet he’d never stop seeing her in his son. “I love you so much, you know that. I’d never leave you. If you’re not ready for me to start making music again, I won’t, okay?”

Levi had grown up listening to Michael playing the guitar. Back when he was a baby, it soothed him — he had spent hours by his crib just playing soft songs to soothe him back to sleep. He loved hearing Michael play.

He looks at Michael for a moment, as if he was trying to take in all of the information he had just received. Michael can almost see the cogs turning in his mind. He isn’t sure what his response was going to be.

“Does that mean I get to play with Milo all day?”

Michael laughs at his son’s words, whilst simultaneously sighing in relief. As long as there was a puppy around, he’d agree to anything.

“Yeah bud, it does.” He replies, smiling at him as he tucks his covers up to his chin. “Is that okay, though? You’re sure?”

“Uh huh.” He nods, cuddling up to the various soft toys surrounding him in his bed. “I like hearing you play guitar.”

“Maybe I can write a song about you.” Michael bops his nose on the ‘you’ and smiles at the giggles he receives in response. “Love you, bub. Have a good sleep, okay? I’ll see you in the morning.”

They don’t quite make it to the morning before Michael sees Levi again.

It’s Michael’s least favourite way to wake up. He hasn’t been a deep sleeper since long before Levi was born, so any sound would wake him — especially the familiar cries of fear from his son in the middle of the night.

“Hey, hey.” Michael murmurs, voice heavy with sleep. He’s met with the sight he had seen many times before — Levi sat up in bed, sad sobs escaping as he rubs his heavy eyes, as if it would remove the awful sights plaguing his sleep. “You’re alright, bud. It’s okay.”

Michael perches on the edge of his bed, scooping him up from the soft mattress and setting him down in his lap. Levi instantly clings to him, curling up in his arms and hiding his face in Michael’s neck. His cries make Michael’s heart ache. Especially when he has an idea of what has caused them. He worries if the conversation they had before bed had led to his distress.

“Shh,” Michael whispers into his hair, rubbing his back softly. He just has to let him feel it out, let him calm down and realise he was safe. “You’re okay, Levi. I’m right here, okay? I’ve got you.”

He needs the reassurance that someone’s there, since that was the main theme of his usual nightmares — that he would be left alone forever.

The soft night light in the corner of his bedroom did nothing to soothe him. Michael knows there’s little chance of him going back to sleep in his own room — waking up from a bad dream usually resulted in a night in the big bed.

“I know bud, I know.” He murmurs to him, fingertips running up and down his pyjama covered back as Michael carries him into his own bedroom. His heart aches with the sound of his tears. “You’re okay, I’m right here with you.”

Michael sets him down on the bed, Levi immediately crawling under the covers and pulling them up to his chin. Levi’s tears reduce to quiet sniffles, rubbing at his heavy eyes as he cuddles into Michael’s pillow.

“What’s scaring you, huh? Do you want to talk about it?”

Michael had always encouraged Levi to talk to him about how he was feeling. It was so important to him that Levi knew he could tell Michael everything — he had been through his own mental health struggles, and talking was the one thing he knew that helped. Even when Levi had tantrums, he’d always take the time to help his son work out exactly how he was feeling, so he could understand and process it. He wanted him to be able to talk openly about how he felt and why.

“Everyone left.” His voice is quiet against Michael’s shoulder. Michael was expecting that answer — it wasn’t the first time he’d experienced that particular dream. “I couldn’t find you or anyone else.”

“You know I wouldn’t let that happen.” Michael reassures him, fingertips grazing his cheek to get him to look up at him. “I promise you, I’d never leave you alone or not tell you where I was going. You’re stuck with me, okay? Whether you like it or not.”

Levi smiles at his words. He nods, cuddling up to Michael as he fights sleep — his eyes eventually winning the battle. Michael stays awake until Levi is fast asleep — stroking his hair and holding him close. He thinks about how badly he wishes he could take his fears away. He hates that Levi has ever had to go through the pain of abandonment, his own mother being the one to cause it.

***

Michael decided to stay home for another week with Levi before leaving him alone with you.

You had spent more time with the two of them, knowing it was important that Levi knows and trusts you. He hasn’t had any more nightmares since the night that Michael talked to him about what would be happening, which was a good sign.

“Okay, you have my number,” You could see Michael going through a mental checklist of things he was meant to remind you of. “He’ll probably want a snack soon. If you need anything at all, please call me. I can be back in fifteen minutes.”

“Michael, don’t worry.” You know the words are meaningless, as Michael will definitely be worrying for the rest of the day. “We’ll be absolutely fine, I’ve got everything under control. Enjoy yourself, okay?”

He nods, taking a deep breath before Levi hugs his legs.

“Bye, buddy. I love you, alright? Have a fun day.” Michael kisses the top of his head and ruffles his hair before grabbing his car keys and leaving the apartment.

Levi waves with a small “bye, dad” before sitting on the couch, almost as if he’s waiting for you to do something to occupy him.

“So Levi,” You start, catching his attention. “I thought we could hang out here for a little while, have some lunch and then take Milo to the park. Does that sound okay to you?”

You’re met with an excited nod, Levi happy at the prospect of spending the day with you and Milo especially. You didn’t want to bore him on your first day together, not if you were going to be able to give Michael the chance to make music once more.

“Do you want to play dinosaurs?” You ask, trying to think of something that can occupy him for quite a while before taking Milo out. Michael had told you that it’s one of his favourite games.

Levi looks at you with a reluctant gaze.

“We don’t have to.” You reassure him, unsure of whether he was going to say anything.

“That’s mine and my dad’s game.” He says, almost like he’s worried about offending you. “I only like playing it with him.”

“Oh,” You reply, sending him a warm smile as a reassurance that you understood. “That’s okay then, we can do something else. You choose, okay? Whatever you want.”

It made you think about how close Michael and Levi must be, after it being just the two of them for so long. There was a lot you didn’t know, that you wanted to ask Michael about.

The afternoon was going smoothly — Levi happily holding onto Milo’s leash as he walked her, happy to be in yours and her company. Michael texted you every so often, just to check in — it was clear he was worrying about Levi and whether he was okay.

Levi was curled up in your lap when Michael got home.

He bursts through the door like he was expecting something to be wrong. You could see the relief in his face as his eyes fall upon the scene in front of him, seeing Levi be so relaxed cuddling up to you.

“Oh,” He sighs, quietening down in order not to wake Levi up. “He’s okay.”

“Did you think something was wrong?” You ask quietly, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion at why he looked so panicked.

A bashful and slightly embarrassed gaze tinges his face.

“You weren’t answering your phone, I just… I panicked.” He admits, gently smoothing his hand over Levi’s face as he watches him sleep. “That’s the longest time I’ve been away from him pretty much since he was born.”

“You did it though,” You remind him. “It’s only going to get easier from here.”

Michael wants to cry at the feeling, knowing Levi was okay without him — it made his heart ache a little that he was growing up so fast. He also felt relieved that he was able to get his own life back to some degree.

“I’ll go put him in bed, then we can talk.” Michael murmurs, gently scooping Levi up from the sofa and cuddling him in his arms. He whispers a soft “it’s just me, bub” against his hair, making sure he has a good hold on him before moving to his bedroom.

“Hey,” You reach out for his hand when he sits next to you on the sofa, squeezing it gently. He looks up at you, eyes meeting yours as he finally allows himself to relax. “He’s fine, Michael. Although he wouldn’t let me play dinosaurs with you, that’s your game, I was told.”

Michael laughs at your words.

“Really? He said that's our game?” His eyes lit up at the thought.

“He also said you’re his best friend.” You informed him. Michael worries far too much about his relationship with his son. Levi thinks nothing but good things about him. “You’re the centre of his world, Michael. He loves you so much.”

“I always think that no-one is ever going to be able to replace his mum.” Michael admits, nervously running a hand through his hair. “I try to give him everything, but I know I can’t replace her.”

“You’re right, you can’t. You don’t need to though.” You squeeze his hand in yours once more. “He has everything he needs in you, trust me, Michael. He’s a very happy child and that’s down to you.”

The two of you sit in a comfortable silence as Michael takes in your words, reassured that the day went smoothly. There was something else he wanted to do, too.

“Can I tell you something?”

You narrow your eyes at Michael, with no idea of what he was about to say. You nod, waiting for him to continue.

“Kissing you is all I’ve thought about since the moment we met.”

You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about it too. With him right in front of you, being so open about how he feels is almost too much to take in all at once.

Michael almost regrets the words as soon as they come out. That’s until you lean forward, your face so close to his that he can’t help but focus on anything but your eyes. It feels like forever until he moves closer, softly pressing his lips against yours, his hands moving to cup your cheeks gently as he kisses you.

“What are we doing?” You giggle softly against his lips, pulling back for air for a second before kissing him once more.

“This, apparently.”

You have no idea where things are going to go with Michael, what would happen between you both after the moment ends. Yet as he focuses on kissing you, you struggle to think about anything else.

The moment ends far earlier than you wanted it to, Michael pulling away as he murmurs “maybe you shouldn’t go home tonight. It’s too far to walk.”

You roll your eyes and laugh, leaning forward to rest against his chest and bury your face in the soft material of his hoodie.

“I think you’re right.”

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lady-wallace · 3 years

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No Deals (Febuwhump alt 5.: “Hostage Situation”)

For the @febuwhump alternate prompt #5: “Hostage Situation”

Fandom: JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure: Golden Wind

Synopsis: Giorno and Narancia are taken as hostages. But Bucciarati doesn't deal with anyone who threatens his famiglia.

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Giorno tested the ropes for the hundredth time, but they were still not moving. And thanks to the dampening power of the stand their captive had, he could not simply use Gold Experience to change the ropes into vines and escape.

Narancia grunted, tied to a chair behind him so that they were back to back. He shifted, hitting Giorno's chair with his own. He didn't seem to be having any better luck.

"I can't believe we let this happen!" Narancia moaned. "Bucciarati's going to kill us for this! It was supposed to just be a simple reconnaissance mission!"

Giorno sighed. Narancia was right, this was definitely not one of their better moments. Though with their enemy's Stand ability, he supposed they couldn't entirely be blamed either. Narancia would have seen them approaching if Aerosmith's radar hadn't suddenly cut out. And by then it was too late for Giorno to realize that he couldn't use his ability either.

The door to the room they had been put in creaked open and in strode the Stand user and two of his men. Narancia wrenched himself around to see, and Giorno straightened up, glaring defiantly. The Stand user met his gaze, nonplussed.

"So, Don Giovanna," he said mockingly, striding up to the teen and making a point to get into his personal space. "When do you think Bucciarati will be here?"

Giorno continued to glare, not giving an answer.

The Stand user reached out and grabbed his collar, wrenching him forward until his bound arms began to sing with pain. "You do realize what will happen to you if he doesn't return my man to me, right?"

Giorno pressed his lips together into a thin line. They'd taken one of this man's operation captive to grill for information on a new, reportedly very dangerous, drug ring that had cropped up. They had gotten the information they had needed. At least some of it. After finding out the location of their base of operations, Giorno and Narancia had gone on a reconnaissance mission, but now they were captured and the ringleader they were going after thought he could hold them for ransom until Bucciarati returned his own captive.

Giorno didn't know what conversation had already happened, but he met the man's eyes firmly. "We don't make deals with drug peddlers."

The man slapped him across the face.

"You asshole!" Narancia snapped.

"You think Bucciarati has a choice? You're the Don of Passione now, Giorno Giovanna. He's not going to give you up." Giorno looked up, licking his split lip and feeling the sting spreading across his cheek. "You're actually worth something."

"And your man is compromised, therefor worth nothing," Giorno informed him. "How do you think we found you? Why do you want him back?"

The man seethed before he bit back his anger. "That's none of your business."

"Because he's the only one who can manufacture the drugs, correct?" Giorno continued. "He's told us that already." The man's eyes blew wide and he seethed even more. "If you think for a second that Bucciarati and I don't have an agreement that keeping him away from you isn't more important than saving my life you're wrong."

The hand grabbed his collar again and the man got into his face, spit flying and hitting Giorno's cheek. "You insolent little upstart! I'll send you back to Bucciarati in pieces!"

"Eat shit!" Narancia snapped. "You don't know anything about our team!"

"Give me the phone," the ringleader snapped, holding out his hand as one of his men handed him a mobile phone. He dialed a number and after a few seconds snapped, "Bucciarati? Yeah, it's me again. I'm done waiting. I'll give you one hour before I start cutting bits off Giovanna and the mop-haired kid. If you want there to be anything left of them, you'll follow my instructions." He ended the call before giving Bruno a chance to speak and handed the phone back to his man before he reached into his coat, pulling out a small case.

"Just to make sure you two don't make any trouble while I'm gone I'm going to let you sample a little of the goods."

He opened the case and revealed several small bottles and syringes. He handed one of each to one of his men who went over to a table to fill it. Giorno swallowed hard.

"What is it?" he demanded.

The ringleader grinned. "Something real nice. Our own special recipe. Good and strong. Knock you right off your feet. You might just decide you like it."

"How much, boss?"

"Not enough to kill them," the ringleader said dismissively.

"Hey, get away from me, you asshole!" Narancia snarled, tugging at his ropes again. Giorno craned his head to watch helplessly over his shoulder as the goon grabbed Narancia by the chin and wrenched his head to one side, jabbing the needle into his neck.

"Narancia!" Giorno shouted as the other young man cried out, jerking in the chair.

It was then he realized the ringleader also had a syringe ready, and the man's hand gripped Giorno's hair, wrenching his head back to bare his throat. Giorno struggled as he heard Narancia groan and slump heavily against the back of the chair, head resting against Giorno.

"You'll regret this," Giorno told the ringleader firmly.

"You're the one who's going to regret this, Giovanna. You and that insufferable do-gooder, Bucciarati." He stuck the syringe into Giorno's neck and Giorno was unable to help a gasp as he felt the drug ejected into his veins, cold and unwelcome. He shuddered, trying to fight the sudden nausea and drowsiness that overcame him. He blinked heavily, trying to curl his lip at the sneering man hovering over him, but then everything just got too blurry and he was forced to close his eyes and drift into the unwanted darkness.

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Bucciarati slammed the phone down with a curse. He glanced over at Abbacchio and Mista who were standing guard over their captive, Mista's gun under his throat so he wouldn't try to say anything.

"We need to go," Bucciarati said firmly. "We're running out of time."

Abbacchio cursed as well, grabbing a cloth to clean off bloody hands.

"And what are we doing with this bastard?" Mista asked, jabbing his gun harder into the man's chin.

"We'll deal with him later," Bucciarati said darkly.

"W-wait! You're not exchanging me for the brats?" the man started. "You know what my boss is gonna do right? He's gonna kill them!"

Abbacchio slammed a fist into his nose and the man's head snapped back as he cried out, blood streaming down his lip to join what was already there.

"Shut your damn mouth," Abbacchio snarled. "I'll tell Fugo to go get the car."

Bucciarati nodded to Mista and they made sure their prisoner was secure before they left and locked the room.

"Hey Bruno, what about that guy's Stand? Doesn't it knock out other Stand abilities?" Mista asked.

Bucciarati gave him a look that was actually genuinely scary. "I think all of us were perfectly capable even before we got Stands, don't you, Mista?"

Mista gave him a lopsided grin. "Hell yeah. Let's go save Giorno and Narancia."

They made quick work of the details. Mista and Fugo went to cause a distraction and Bucciarati and Abbacchio rushed in the back using Sticky Fingers. They must still be out of range, but Bucciarati didn't think that would last long.

As they started to hear Mista firing off shots, Abbacchio glanced over at him, checking his own gun hidden under the tail of his coat. "Ready?"

Bruno nodded, taking his from the holster inside his coat under his arm. "Let's go."

They hurried on until they found one wayward goon, who Abbacchio nabbed instantly, slamming into the wall.

"Where are they?" he demanded, gun jabbed under his chin.

The man whimpered and pointed shakily down the hall, not even bothering to ask. "L-last door."

Bucciarati nodded and used Sticky Fingers to punch the man, unzipping him into pieces.

They hurried down the hall, listening to the chaos ensuing outside and when they got to the last door, Bucciarati stepped aside to let Abbacchio kick it in.

They came to a stop when they saw the ringleader standing inside the room beside a bound Giorno, holding his head up and pressing a gun to the boy's temple. Another man was likewise threatening Narancia. Both boys looked unconscious or nearly so, eyes rolled up in their heads, bodies limp.

Bucciarati swallowed down his fury, knowing that keeping his head here was the only thing that was going to save them all.

"Ah, Bucciarati," the ringleader said. "I see you failed to do as I asked. I don't see my man."

"No, you don't," Bucciarati said firmly. "But you might see him soon. In hell."

The ringleader smirked. "What are you going to do? Try me, your Stands won't work here. But feel free to wrestle me for the gun if you want to see your precious golden boy with his brains splattered on the floor."

Bucciarati and Abbacchio didn't waste time with banter. They both whipped out their guns, taking everyone in the room by surprise. Bucciarati's bullet found the ringleader's skull and Abbacchio's took out the goon holding Narancia, they then both ducked the other goon's bullet before taking him out simultaneously.

"Smug bastard," Abbacchio snarled, kicking the ringleader's body before kicking his gun away from the dead hand.

Bruno was already putting his gun away and heading to Giorno whose chair had toppled during the chaos.

"Giorno," he called worriedly, pulling out his knife to start cutting through the ropes tying the boy to the chair.

"They gave them something," Abbacchio grunted, untying Narancia as well and pulling him up. The boy moaned, blinking woozily, head lolling.

"A-Abba," he murmured.

"Hey, kid," Abbacchio said kindly with a small smile as he pulled Narancia into his arms and simply picked him up. Narancia wearily wrapped his arms around Abbacchio's neck, burying his face in his shoulder.

Bucciarati finally got Giorno untied and reached down to cup the boy's cheek as his eyes twitched.

"Giorno?"

"Mm, Buccia-rati?" Giorno murmured, blinking once before he winced and squeezed his eyes shut again.

"Shh, you're safe now."

"Naran—"

"He's fine, Abbacchio has him. It's all over."

"Got him?" Abbacchio asked as Bucciarati wrapped one of Giorno's arms over his shoulders and got an arm under his knees.

"Yes," Bucciarati replied, standing up with his precious burden. "Let's go."

They hurried out, meeting Mista half way. He came to a stop, holding his gun up, eyes widening as he saw Giorno and Narancia.

"They all right?"

"Drugged," Bruno said darkly. "Go get the car."

"Fugo's already on it."

They hurried out and Bucciarati and Abbacchio carefully settled Giorno and Narancia into the back before they got out of there.

Bruno glanced back at the boys, again trying to quell his fury. They were all right. But the idea of what had happened to them, or nearly so still made him mad. One day, one day their city would be free of people like this.

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Giorno peeled his eyes open; everything felt so uncomfortable. He was hot and cold at the same time and his head really hurt. Everything seemed really bright too, stabbing his eyes. He tried to roll over with a groan, but his stomach twisted and he suddenly felt an overwhelming bout of nausea wash over him.

He whimpered sickly, wrapping his arms around his middle.

"Easy, just stay still," a firm but soft voice commanded, taking hold of his shoulder and pressing him back. Something cool wiped across his forehead and Giorno sighed and leaned into it. Fingers slid his hair away from his eyes.

"Bucciarati?" Giorno mumbled.

"I'm here," the voice said again.

Giorno relaxed slightly. "Wha' happened?"

"You and Narancia were drugged by the dealers. You'll probably feel bad for a little while, but you should be able to sleep it off. Do you think you can manage something to drink before you go back to sleep? You need to stay hydrated."

Giorno groaned, not making any motion to move. "Stomach." He didn't think he could even put water in there right now.

Bruno hummed in understanding. "Well, maybe we'll hold off for a couple more hours until your stomach settles."

Giorno murmured in agreement and buried his face in the pillow again. "It's over?" he asked.

"Yes. Another drug ring taken off the streets. I'm just sorry this happened to you and Narancia in the process."

"Still got them," Giorno said blearily with a small smile.

Bucciarati chuckled. "Yes, we did." He pulled the blankets up further around Giorno's shoulders, using them to shield his eyes a bit as well. "Rest now."

Giorno murmured and curled up, his exhaustion winning out over the stomach cramps and the ache in his head. Someday, they wouldn't have to worry about any more drug dealers in Napoli, but today, Don of Passione or not, he just really needed to sleep.

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scribbles-and-dribbles · 4 years

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Somnium

This is my entry for @sherrybaby14 ‘s prompt challenge (requested via my @im-marie-poppins-yall account) Thank you for letting me join. Your writing is amazing and I am so inspired by you. Also,so sorry I’m sending this so late!

My prompt was:

Geralt spending the night at an inn reader works at after killing a monster that had been terrorizing the town, and reader sneaks into his room at night to give him her own thanks but then gets frightened at how actually Violent and Strong he is and makes to leave, but he insists on following through

It’s been a long time since I’ve really sat down and written some good smut (It’s been a year!),so forgive me if I’m a bit rusty. But nonetheless I had so much fun! And this was what I needed to get back into writing again. (Also I apologize to the person who requested this, if this isn’t exactly what you had in mind!)

Warnings: 18+, Rough Sex, edging,No Archive Warnings

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The room was darkly lit, a single candle in the far left corner was barely a flicker behind the dusky glass. It cast shadows over your hips as they rolled against his. It washed a faint warm glow over the rise and fall of your chest as you tried to catch your moans before they woke the entire inn.

He watched from below you, your eyes fluttering closed in pure bliss, and his nearly predatory gaze drinking in the sight of your shaking body. Your hips swayed to some unheard music as you lost yourself in the pleasure, his cock driving up into you, meeting your eager thrusts. He growled and his hand slid up your back, over your shoulder and into your hair, fisting it and pulling you down into a ravenous kiss. His other hand slid down to grip your hip, and before you knew it, in a whirl he had you flipped and pinned underneath you, pushing your leg up and picking up his pace, driving deep within you.

Gods it felt amazing, his hips rolled into yours with expert ease, and his teeth grazed your soft neck, marking it giving not a single damn about how visible they were. You didn’t want him to stop. You could stay like this forever if you had your way. But the universe had other ideas.

You wake with a start, the sound of shattering glass and drunk squabbling shaking you out of your dream. You sit up, pressing a hand to your neck where those teeth had felt so real. Your skin is flushed and slick with sweat and you’re sure you look a sight. But you only have time to slip out of your nightgown and into far more suitable attire to deal with your awake and seemingly very drunk guests.

A glance out the murky window and you’re disappointed, but not the least bit surprised to see that the sun has barely risen over the horizon. Smoke still hung low over the village, the last remnants of the winged beast that had terrorized your neighbors for the last four months. Never had you realized just how idiotic the people of your village were until they mistook a basilisk for a dragon, and attempted to lure it into the village square and kill it themselves. Suffice it to say that it didn’t end well.

You’d finally been fed up with the pigheaded men refusing to ask for help. A half-melted town was terrible for business, and you weren’t having any of it. If they wouldn’t admit that they stood not a chance against the beast with their poorly thought out planning, then you were going to take matters into your own hands.

You’d heard rumor of a Witcher roaming the surrounding area, slaying any beast- for a price. You were a small village, but you were one of the lasts villages before any weary travelers reached Cintra. Your inn was always bustling with new and strange characters. Stranger or not, they brought in enough coin to appease the Butcher, as your neighbors so...fondly referred to The Witcher.

So when he stopped in your humble little town, on his way to Cintra no doubt, he was god-sent. He’d come into your inn, ready to pay for one night. You convinced him to stay for three, free of charge and with a hefty bag of coin if he made quick work of something your town’s strongest men had taken four months to fail at. He’d left last night and as you peered out the window, tying your apron around your waist, you caught sight of his unmistakable white mane trekking up the hill atop his gorgeous mare towards the inn, something large swinging from the saddle.

Your dreams were going to have to wait.

“I wager he doesn’t make it back before nightfall.” One of your patrons slurred, swirling his bandaged finger around the amber liquid you’d just poured into his stein. You swatted at his wrist and he reeled back with a yelp.

“You keep stirring that bloody stump in your ale, you’ll not being getting another refill today Byron.” You quipped, tossing him a cloth to whip his hand. The dressing around his finger was already soaked through with blood and you could tell the alcohol was beginning to burn through. He’d been one of the ones to go out first and try to take the beast down. He’d lost his finger because he couldn’t shoot an arrow to save his life. Though that wasn’t the story he told anyone unfortunate enough to be in earshot.

He grumbled and took a long swig from the frothy liquid, grimacing at the acrid taste. You chuckled and swapped his drink. You leaned against the counter an inquiring eyebrow raised.

“I’ll take a shot at that.”

He frowned and took yet another large swig from his stein. “What? I don’t strike you as the betting type? You wound me, Byron, you should know me better than that.” You laugh, moving around the bar and intercepting Beth, and relieving her of two trays of piping hot gruel on her arms and another tray balancing precariously on her very pregnant stomach - she’d insisted upon working despite it being nearly the eve of her bairns birth. She wanted to catch a glimpse of The Witcher herself.

“It’s not that. I just don’t want to have a sore loser on my hands.” Byron slurred after you, watching you whisk around the dining area, weaving expertly between patrons were beginning to rouse and make their way to help themselves to the seemingly bottomless kegs your father had installed years before he passed and left the inn to you.

“Alright then, since you’re so convinced that a man with far superior hunting skills is going to have worse luck than a drunk who can barely drink me under the table- you’re on.” You place the last bowl of gruel in front of Byron’s skeptical face and sidle back behind the counter. You lean towards him, resisting the urge to cringe at the stench wafting off of him. He’d been drinking longer than you’d originally thought. You were going to have to reconsider leaving the kegs out at all odd hours of the night.

“I wager he comes through that door in the next twenty minutes.” Byron scoffs. He thinks you’re ridiculous. “And what, pray tell girlie, will you be winning if he comes through that door on anything but a stretcher?”

“Every round for the rest of the week is on you.” You chuckle at the scandalized look that crosses his face before he tosses his head back and has a good laugh before fixing you with an amused look.

“You’re on. And when I win, you’ll be clearing my tab and-”

Before he can finish the door to the inn swings open with a frame shattering thud and the Butcher of Blaviken stomps in reeking of acid and guts and covered in just that. Every head not hanging from a raging hangover turns to watch him stride over to the bar. His eyes catch yours, and you’re momentarily transported back to your dream this morning. You shake your head and raise an eyebrow at Byron who’s gone pale.

“Clearing your tab and...what?” He scoffs and glares at The Witcher as he stops at the bar. You cast a sidelong glance at him, trying to ignore the fact that you’d just been dreaming of him not even an hour earlier. You place a pint in front of him, he looks like he could use it. He offers a curt nod of thanks and knocks it back faster than you thought possible.

“So, did you actually kill the beast?” Byron asks incredulously and you find yourself rolling your eyes. You wave a hand over the Witcher.

“What do you think? That he just rolled around in guts and called it a day?” Byron scowls at you and the sound of The Witcher chuckling underneath his breath catches you by surprise. You raise an eyebrow at him, smirking. “If he had,” you continue, directing it at your visitor. “He’d be sorry he ever stole money from me.” His eyes look almost amused as he stands.

“If you’re so skeptical, you can ask your Lord of the Manor how he likes his new trophy.” Byron, looking thoroughly pissed, huffs and slips of the stool and wander over to the kegs, muttering something about being bested by a filthy mutant.

You shake your head and wipe the counter down with one hand and refilling the Witcher’s stein. Guests have wondered out of their rooms to stare at him like he’s an amusing new animal, though they keep their distance. And you’re certain it has nothing to do with the state of his attire. You shake your head, ashamed of the people you’ve grown up calling friends and neighbors, listening to their barely concealed whispers about him.

“I’m sure you’ve heard it all.” You say, casting a sidelong glance at him as you mark Byron’s tab down. “But I’m sorry the rest of my town isn’t as grateful as I know they should be.”

He shrugs and takes another swig. He sets the cup down and even though you’re turned away refilling the glasses Beth had just brought to the bar, her eyes unabashedly drinking him in, you can feel his eyes on you. And when you shoo Beth away and turn back to him, he’s still watching you. Dried blood from the beast no doubt has darkened his hair a bit, and a small scar that he’s haphazardly treated is still bleeding a bit on his chin. Despite all of this, you still want him. And the way he’s staring at you, you’re certain he can tell.

“And are you?” He asks, his honey-colored eyes seem to darken a bit and although they’re incredibly intimidating, you refuse to look away. You stare him down, setting your rag down and leaning against the bar towards him.

“Am I...what?” How does one man look so damn kissable covered in the blood of a slain beast?

“Grateful.” He raises his eyebrows, looking genuinely curious, but you know why he’s asking.

“What, the hefty bag of coin wasn’t enough to prove that?” You tease. He chuckles wryly. Twice you’ve amused him, and something tells you that that’s rare and you should relish it. He stands and places a coin on the bar for the pint. You wave it away.

“You single-handedly took the beast down in record time, consider it a thank you.” He raises an eyebrow at you. “Hmm...you know where to find me if you have anything else you’d like to say.”

You gape at him as he strides up the stairs. You laugh incredulously, heat flushing to your cheeks.

“Not very subtle is he?” You nearly leap out of your skin at the sound of Beth’s voice right behind you.

“Good lord Beth-” You laugh, turning to her, watching her bustle about as if that large belly of hers is no hindrance to her. You shake your head, taking the Witcher’s stein off of the bar and wiping it down once more, trying not to think about the meaning behind his words. But Beth has other ideas.

“If you don’t take him up on his very generous offer- I will.” You swat at her with the rag laughing.

“I’m sure he’d happily have you. But you’re near bursting at the seams, and I thought you were happily married.” She scoffs and casts a glance across the inn where her husband is beguiling the young boys with his tall tale of how he lost his finger. “Sometimes I wonder why I let that idiot convince me to be stuck with him until sweet death does us part.” Her words are teasing but you see the endearment in her eyes.

You smile and pat her on her shoulder. “He’s just nervous about his first child. And sore that a Witcher bested him. He’ll be right as rain when he sobers up to see that beautiful baby of yours.” You reassure her. She nods and turns back to you, fixing you with a determined gaze.

“Enough about me and mine. You haven’t been with someone in years girlie.” You flush and open your mouth to protest. “And I know, you’ve been too busy taking care of the inn after your father passed, bless his soul. But you need to take care of yourself, dear. And that includes your more primal needs.” She’s not that much older than you, but she reminds you of your mother the way she plants her hands on her hips and fixes you with that look.

You sigh. “I appreciate the concern Beth, but I barely know the man. And he’s a Witcher, mind you. I don’t think sassy innkeeper girls are what he favors.”

“Ha!” She snorts, shaking her head. “You’re as beautiful as you are blind. Did you not see the way he was looking at you? Not just today, but the day he arrived he couldn’t take his eyes off you. Now I’m not asking you to make the man fall in love with you,just...share something with him. He wants you and you most certainly want him.”

You flush. You can’t say she’s lying. It has been some time since you’ve been with anyone. Taking over the inn that had been in your father’s family for generations had made it a little hard to have flings.

“Fine. But if he laughs in my face, don’t say I didn’t tell you so.”

And now you were standing in front of the man’s door several hours later questioning once again how you let Beth convince you to do this. She’d sent you away hours ago but you’d stubbornly found some other thing that needed doing around the inn. Bedding for the other guests, refilling the kegs with your father’s special blend, cleaning god knows what because you kept the inn spick and span.

Finally, she’d practically swatted you up the stairs. You’d begun to look a bit worse for wear. The word that not only was the infamous Witcher was in town, but that he was fresh off of a hunt, had spread like wildfire. And you finally hadn’t needed an excuse for why you weren’t pursuing ‘your primal needs’ as Beth had so gracefully put it.

But by then your other barmaid had arrived looking like she was ready for a night on the town, and not to serve the hoard of weary travelers hoping to catch a glimpse of the man.

“If you don’t get your ass upstairs and see that man, I have no doubt in my mind that Linda will do it for you.”

Beth wasn’t exaggerating when she’d pointed out that you hadn’t done this in years. You’d felt like a silly school girl standing in front of the mirror trying to make yourself look less like an exhausted, albeit horny, innkeeper. But you did want him. She hadn’t been wrong about that. You could still feel the phantom touch of his hands on your hips, gripping them as he pulled you down onto him. It’d been a dream, and yet it had felt incredibly real.

You sighed and reached up to knock on his door. You were unsure of what you were going to say. You didn’t want it to sound like a proposition. Though you supposed it was. You falter and realize that whatever you ask, it will never sound normal. What if Beth had mistaken a stare of indifference for a gaze of “unbridled lust in those golden eyes”? Maybe it was better to resign yourself to thinking of him as you soothe the ache that had started between your thighs the moment he walked back in this morning, on your own.

You drop your hand with a sigh and begin to turn away. The door swings open before you’ve even begun to walk back down the hall to your room. You give a start, steadying your hand on the door frame, and your instantly aware of just how...naked he is. He's clean of all the guts and blood that had previously clung to him like a second skin, and his hair gleams in the low lantern light that shines on his broad chest. The towel he has wrapped around his hips is barely hanging on.

“Er, good evening.” You hear yourself say, and you internally cringe. God, you were off to a terrible start. You manage to glance away from his pectorals and meet his shining eyes, and you could have sworn that for a split second a smirk tugged at his delectable looking lips.

“Are you coming in, or are you going to stay out there for the rest of the night?” He chuckles, and you blush again scowling as you slip into the room. He barely moves and your arm brushes against his warm skin. It sends a spark of excitement through you. Had it been so long that the mere touch of a hot body was enough to set you off?

It doesn’t matter. You’re here now, and there’s no turning back. You want him, you just have to make sure he wants you too. You turn to him, your hands clasped before you as you open your mouth to speak. But before you can, his hands are on your waist and he’s tugged you against his chest and captured your lips in a hungry kiss. You let out a surprised squeak that slips into a soft moan. It feels so damn good to have someone’s lips against your own.

Your reach up to snake your arms around his neck and push yourself up to meet the kiss with as much vigor and desire as he does. His hands slide up your hips and over your bodice, his fingers make quick work of the laces and removing it and let it fall to the floor. Your breath catches in your throat when his hands run up over your chest, and dip into your dress. You pull away from the kiss to catch your breath and moan softly as his calloused fingers run over your nipples and tweak and tease them in the best way.

You open your eyes a bit to look up at him and are a bit startled to see the color his eyes have taken. The bright golden has seemed to darken to almost deep amber, and they pierce your own with an almost predatory look. His hand's run-up to your shoulders and he pauses, casting a questioning look over you. You’re nervous, and this isn’t how you thought this would all transpire. But you were more than willing. You reach up yourself and watch him as you slip your dress down off of your shoulders and let it fall to pool around your ankles.

He gives an appreciative growl and a smile quirks his lips.

“I thought you’d be too scared to come.” He chuckled. The way he spoke, an underlying growl underneath every word, made you shiver. You watched his hands trail over your shoulders and down your back, his fingers pressing into your skin when he reaches your hips. He slips his arms behind your knees and to avoid falling against him, you hop into his arms, your own wrapping around his neck again.

“Fearful? What do you take me for? A scared little girl?” You laugh because honestly, you were a little fearful. You’d heard the other women tell tall tales about their night with a Witcher when they were young and childless. And how it was best to expect a broken bed by the end of the night. Even if they weren’t 100% truthful, you knew Witcher’s weren’t human, and they more than likely didn’t fuck like a human. “You asked me if I was grateful, and I’m here to prove that I am.” You whisper, your hand slipping into his hair and pulling him towards you for another kiss. Your lips slant against his and you run your tongue across his bottom lip, nipping at it playfully, and drawing a growl out of him.

He places you on his bed and crawls over you, one arm braced against the mattress and the other snaking down your body his fingers tracing over your breasts as they rise and fall with your labored breath.

“Certainly not, if you’re so bold as to invite a Witcher you’ve only spoken to twice, to sleep with you.” You scoff, and then moan when he dips his head down to capture one of your sensitive buds into his mouth, rolling his tongue around it and nipping at it.

“You’re..oh gods..you’re the one who kissed me, Witcher.” You retort, your fingers finding their way back into his pale locks, tugging at them as he alternates between tweaking and twisting one nipple with his fingers and sucking at the other with his expert tongue. He stops his generous teasing at your words and smirks at you.

“Are you saying you’d like me to stop, Innkeeper.” You laugh and fix him with a warning glare. He growls, amused at your determined look, and returns his left hand to your heaving chest while his other hand runs down your side. His fingers trail over your hip, sliding down the v of your body and trailing just above your cunt before stopping.

“You’re certain you don’t want to run for the hills?” He asks, and at first, you think he’s joking, but he looks dead serious. And you open your mouth to answer but it’s cut off by a whine. His middle finger dips down to brush over you. It slides over your lower lips, collecting your juices on it and teasing the hell out of you. He just barely pushes it in, drawing a needy whine out of you. It’s been so long since anyone else has touched you in this way, and now that someone is, you remember just how sensitive you are. He continues teasing your opening, and it’s not nearly enough. The way he watches you, those enhanced eyes catching every flutter of your eyelids, reminds you of something beastly.

And you remember that you’re in bed with a Witcher. Not a ‘normal’ human man. His stamina is far above your own, and your certain you’ll be a sore aching mess in the morning. And a small voice of reason in the back of your head mutters that you should probably leave, and let your dreams be dreams. But just when you’ve just about convinced yourself that you should take him up on his offer to leave, he slides that teasing finger inside you, curling upwards in just the right way. It’s almost too much and just enough to let you throw caution to the wind.

You pin him with a hungry gaze and buck your hips up against his hand moaning out when the movement pushes him deeper, and his palm brushes against your wanton clit.

“If you stop, you’ll wish the Basilisk had eaten you.” You snip and growls amusedly. He sits up and removes his hand from you and you glare up at him incredulously. You push yourself up a bit and open your mouth to protest and demand that he finish what he started. But ever one to interrupt, he’s gripped your hips and flipped you over onto your belly before you can even get a single breath out.

You groan out and bury your face in the pillow when two of his fingers slip inside your now aching cunt from behind, diving into you at an absolutely delicious angle. He leans over you, his chest against your back as his fingers begin to piston in and out of you, the lewd sound mixing with your moans. You gasp softly when his hot breath hits your cheek.

“Be sure to remember that I gave you some warning.” He growls into your ear.

His fingers don’t let up, and only pick up in pace, stroking your walls and stretching them to accommodate his fingers. He continues forcing them deeper inside you at a rapid pace. You groan out and you tighten around fingers, which only seems to make him want to drive into you harder.

You gasp when his tongue teases the shell of your ear, his breath hits your neck, and sends a shiver running up your spine. You feel like you’re being claimed by a beast, and you love it. He growls softly as his fingers start to grip your walls, scissoring at a rapid pace stretching you out.

You open your mouth in a silent whine, and then you finally feel him. His cock brushes against your thigh. You lift your hips to meet his fingers, silently begging for him. He chuckles and only continues to drive his skilled fingers into you. He flexes them, pressing up against that sweet spot and then retreating before you can get too much pleasure out of it.

“Damn it, Witcher-” You snap, your words melting into a muddle of moans when he dips down to kiss your shoulder and lets his underhand slide between you and the bed and flutter his digits against your clit. “You know what I want.” You finish, gasping softly when he flips you onto your back. Your chest is flush and his eyes trailing over your heaving chest, and back up to your eyes only makes your entire body flush with heat as well.

“Then say it.” He murmurs, kissing down your neck and capturing a hardened nipple in his devilish mouth when you rise in response to his fingers thrusting into you at this angle.

Looking back, you could only blush madly at the thought of your response. You weren’t one to be so brazen, even with other past lovers. But something about this man had you tossing bashfulness to the wind. You didn’t care that you didn’t know him, didn’t care that this was nothing more than two bodies fulfilling a need.

Your hands slipped up to cup his chin, pulling his face up to look at you with those honey eyes. Your legs spread a bit more and you groaned softly when his thumb settled on circling your clit, just barely touching it.

“I want you to fuck me, Witcher.” You whispered, biting your lip and grinning at him. You were more than ready for him. He growled, satisfied with that answer. You watched him with bated breath. A needy moan escaped your lips when you caught sight of just how much larger than you he truly was.

His fingers retreated from your dripping sex, and you watched him drink your juices off of his fingers. He lifted one of your legs and ran his hand up your thigh positioning it over his shoulder, pinning your hands over your head and leaning over you. And before you could demand that he stop teasing you, he pushes into you, filling you up and stretching you out.

“Gods yes.” You moan, grinning up at him and wrapping your legs around his waist. His hips roll against yours, just barely moving. Though he flexes his cock inside you, and it sends a delicious jolt running through you. He’s silent, save for his growls and somehow he’s still intimidating- in the best way.

His eyes never leave yours, and it only heightens the pleasure you’re feeling. He watches your mouth fall open into a small silent ‘o’ when he slides out of you slowly and slams back into you. You bite your lip and pin him with a challenging glare.

“I thought, fuck- I thought Witcher’s were known for being rough?” You teased. You’d blame it on being drunk with pleasure and need. It’d been so long since you’d lain with anyone, you might as well get the most out of it. He chuckled and you let out a quiet squeak when his arms wrapped around you and pulled you up to sit face to face with him. You moan and roll your hips in his lap.

“You’ve been listening to too many bored wives.” He chided as his hands settled on your hips and began bouncing you on his cock. His hands run up to tangle in your hair, tilting your head back and biting at the most delicate parts of your neck. With each nip, his thrusts seem to pick up speed until the entire bed is shaking and you’ve given up all hope of silencing your moans.

“Ha, sure, but am I wrong? How many times am I going to get the chance to bed a Witcher? I want the full experience~” Your hands run up his back and your nails dig into his shoulders while your hips bounce against him. You grind against him, your clit rubbing against his skin and burning a hot pleasure through your core.

He growls in our ear, nipping at your shoulder. He pushes you back down onto the bed, raising your hips and bracing his hand on the wall. He grunts and dips his hips down to push into you, the head of his cock reaching the deepest parts of you and driving you wild. You can only hang on for dear life, and enjoy the ride.

He fucks into you for what seems like hours, and every time he feels your cunt tightening around him and your moans turn desperate, he flips you toying with your clit but backing off every time you're ready to let go. By the time he’s edged you for the umpteenth time, you’re a spluttering needy mess. And he’s barely broken a sweat.

“I- Gods-” You can’t muster up a coherent response. He lifts you into his arms and stands walking you towards the wall until your back is flush against it, your shaking limbs clinging to him. His arms enclose your body on either side of your head as he presses on, his hips snapping against yours, the lewd sounds of his cock fucking into your sopping sex filling the room. And just when it feels as if you can’t take it anymore, he slides you down onto the floor, flips you onto all fours, and slides back into you.

“You wanted the full experience.” He teased, his tongue running across your shoulder. Your body is practically buzzing from the over-stimulation. You growl in response and arch your back bucking back against him. You want, and desperately need to cum. His arms lock underneath your shoulders and pulls your back up against his chest. He captures your lips in a hungry, almost possessive kiss that leaves you breathless. With one arm still locked tightly around your body, his other hand trails down your side and his fingers trace tight little figure eight’s around your clip as his cock slams into you.

His golden eyes stare into your own as he draws you closer to the climax you’ve been hungry for since he first stepped into your inn. His roguish smirk is the last thing you see before a pillow comes colliding with your face and wakes you. You sit up spluttering and swatting at the air. You blink into the bright sunlight streaming through your window and glare at your assailant.

“It’s about time. You were giving your guests quite an earful.” Beth chortles, dropping the pillow in your lap. “Now come on, I hear The Witcher is going to be riding through town come nightfall.”

#the witcher #geralt #shameless smut #It's been so long ;-;#sherrybaby14 #prompt challenge

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