#& i want y'all to understand i HARDLY ask for days off in the first place

[adventuringblind]

Mr. Blue Sky

Charles Leclerc x Reader x Max Verstappen

Genre: Fluff

Request: Yes, I loved every second of this. Y'all are welcome to send me your own ideas :)

Summary: After Max gets cheated on, he can't stand being in the house where it happened. Reader and Charles take him in and show him he's still loved.

Warnings: cheating

Notes: No hate to Kelly. I just needed this as a plot point.

Fun fact: my mom calls Valentine’s Day ‘legislative love day’ and will only do any remotely related activities on the 15th because she has a point to prove.

Masterlist

The sound of Charles' phone buzzing at an ungodly hour is what you woke up to. The room is still pitch black, and you can hardly make out Charles in the bed.

He rolls over and pucks up the phone. "It's Max." He states. Voice filled with the sleep from which he was dragged.

He answers the phone, and you curl up into him, hoping to listen in. "Max? Are you-"

You can hear faint mumbling and the occasional choked sob on the other end of the line. "Breathe, Max. I'm going to come get you. Can you stay on the phone with me?" Charles is throwing off the covers and looking for his car keys.

You look at Charles for some sort of answer. To which Charles pulls the phone away from his ear and kisses your head. "Kelly cheated. I'm going to go get him."

You nod your head in understanding. You clamber out of bed and see Charles off to the door.

Your grateful that Monte Carlo is a small city and that it doesn’t take long for him to come back. His body shouldering a drunk Max through the door.

Max is no coherent and reeks of alcohol. His eyes are puffy and his cheeks tear stained. His lips tremble as them mutter words neither of you can understand.

Your heart hearts for him. You and Charles had made an effort to be around the Dutch. You both actively became friends with him and found yourselves in each others company often.

And did you both end up falling for the same pair of blue eyes? Yes.

It was actually Charles who brought it up first. You’d never considered the idea of being with more then one person. Then you got to know Max and you found yourself considering more often then you’d admit.

Neither of you knew if Max would ever be into that and neither of you wanted to ask. The possibility of ruining what is currently a good friendship was not on the to-do list. Plus, he had Kelly and P.

You shake of your thoughts and help Charles get Max into the guest bed. You and him do your best at cleaning him up and making him comfortable despite the fact he is less then cooperative.

When you two are finally back in your own bed, Charles sighs in pained defeat. “She cheated on him while he was out with P.”

You cringe in disgust. “Has it been going on long?”

“Apparently so. About four months.” Charles climbs further into the blankets and pulls you into his chest. “He gave her the apartment. He was out late because he didn’t know where to go.”

“We could offer him a place here for the time being.” You suggest. The slightest hint of a smirk playing on your lips.

“Pretty sure you are just wanting to see more of him.” He chuckles. “But yes, I think it’s a good offer until he figures things out.”

“Don’t lie, you stare at him all the time! You’re going to be the one who outs us.”

“Shush amour. I’m exhausted and I know you are also. Now sleep.”

~

The week brings interesting events. Max does take the offer to move in, though he’s been quiet and reserved since he started staying with you. Max, Charles, and Lando went back to, now Kelly’s apartment, to get his stuff.

He comes back into the house crying. His heart shattered and the apartment a mere reminder of the events that occurred.

Your grateful it’s the off season and Max will hopefully have some time to process before the start of the new season. You and Charles don’t push him and give him space when he needs. Though you also invade when you can see he’s spiraling. Desperate attempts at not letting him go into those dark places are often just you being in the same room as him.

~

By the time Christmas rolls around, he’s doing the slightest bit better. He’s been out of the room more and you haven’t had to force him to eat. He decorates the apartment with you and Charles.

It’s disastrous.

The three of you can’t stop laughing at the mess you’ve made of the decor.

The three of you spend Christmas Eve with Charles’ family. Max hadn’t wanted to go home to his less then festive father and Victoria was away with her in-laws.

You obviously weren’t going to leave him alone and Pascale had been thrilled when he said he’d come to dinner.

You could tell he felt awkward and out of place at first, but everyone did their best to make him feel welcome. Soon he was relaxing, sipping on his drink and engaging in conversation.

~

Christmas and new years had gone by to fast. January had now descended and the cold weather had yet to completely let up.

Originally you thought Max would be out by now. That he’d want his own space as soon as possible. It’s not like he couldn’t afford it. Yet he stayed and you and Charles welcomed him in.

Max was seemed like he was healing. His eyes had regained their light. The one they lost those first days of December. He definitely hadn’t moved one though. You and Charles could still hear the soft sniffles from his room at night.

He may be smiling, but he’s still broken hearted.

The most interesting new additions are the cats. The felines that are Max’s children. He would probably murder for his cats and become the next John Wick. There is something wholesome and sweet about his interactions with his pets.

Charles on the other hand has a bad relationship with animals in general. Small felines included. He like them, they just don’t like him back yet. Max has been letting him feed them until they realize he is nice.

You also have learned that you can share meal prep with Max. You’d banned Charles from it after he tried once and failed miserably. Max isn’t the best in the kitchen, but he helps out and cooks some nights.

~

February. The month of love.

Everything around reminds Max of what happened. How he will not be doing anything special for the holiday. He doesn’t even want to go out of the apartment and you and Charles have to drag him to go get fresh air.

The fateful day comes around and you and Charles have agreed to keep it small.

Corny, sweet, and romantic is Charles definition of a good day and treats you accordingly.

You try to get Max to come eat something but end up just leaving it at the door.

Despite what people may think, Max is romantic at heart. Charles learned this last year when the Monegasque asked him if he was doing anything with Kelly for the holiday.

You and Charles are lounging on the sofa with a movie playing in the background. His arm draped around you and mouth pressing silly kisses along your jaw.

“I can feel your worry radiating from here.” Charles stops his kisses and you roll your eyes at him in response.

“He’s not eaten all day and I’ve heard him crying. Just wish I could help is all.”

Charles hums in your ear. “We could see if he wants a distraction.” He punctuates his sentence with a cheeky smile.

“Charles Perceval Leclerc! You can not seriously be suggesting what I think you are.” You playfully bat his arm. “I highly doubt he would neither want that or like that.”

“How about we ask and then go from there.”

“I think you just want him to fuck you.” This time it’s your turn to give a cheeky smile.

~

This is definitely not how you envisioned asking Max about this would go. His teary eyes haven’t looked away from Charles since the pretty male started talking.

This left you in an odd place of trying to read his reactions and getting absolutely nothing.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to or if you’re not into it. We would completely understand.” Charles laughs but you can tell he’s nervous. His body language betrays him.

Max looks between the two of you like he’s considering something. “You’re telling me you’ve both been crushing on me since last year? And I didn’t notice?”

“You’re very oblivious at times.” You shrug.

“That’s fair but also not the point.” Max stands up out of the bed and starts pacing. “I just don’t understand why me. You two are amazing people and you’re so great together.”

“Y/N has a numbered list of reasons in her phone that we’ve created in case this ever happened.” Charles looks at you expectantly but Your already pulling up the list.

“-please don’t read it I’m already blushing and that will make it worse. Maybe one day but not now.”

All of you freeze at the fact he insinuated a future.

“Does this mean you like us back?” Charles almost purrs. He’s so flirty now but if this goes farther then just a confession tonight he’ll be stuttering and weak in the knees. You know from experience.

Max is the stuttering mess right now however. He’s lost all of his words and is simply gesturing with his hands.

“Breathe Maxy, take your time.” He manages a few and usable to get a grip on his thoughts.

“I’ve to confess something first.” You both look at him expectedly but don’t push him. “The reason Kelly cheated on me is because she’d found a journal of mine. It was a thing my therapist told me to do and so I did. When you two started coming around more, I fell hard. For both of you. I wrote about to hopefully understand myself better and get the thoughts out of my head but they stayed and I hated myself for it. She read it and thought I cheated first so she just did it back.”

He’s in the verge of tears again but you and Charles can only stare I’d utter disbelief. Apparently, both of you are also oblivious.

“Please say something.”

“I think it must be fate.” Again that smirk is tugging at Charles lips.

The air in the room is replaced by a new tension. The kind Charles was originally insinuating before you three started talking.

“So about that proposal then…”

Valentine’s Day definitely couldn’t have ended any better.

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[heart-of-the-morningstar]

APRIL FOOLS, I HAVE A PREVIEW FOR YA!

This is no joke! I have a preview of Part 2 of "Dress Up" for y'all. The prank was that I said previously that I was taking a small break from writing but GET PRANKED cuz here's a sneak peak!

The ~~~ indicate flashbacks!

No active warnings for this part, only slight inferences of sexual things! But don't worry, there will be smut later in the chapter hehe~

"You know, if you don't quit pacing back and forth, you're gonna wear out the carpet," Husk remarked, attempting to get Lucifer's attention in his anxious state.

It had only been a week since the proposal and the wedding was already here. But this is what you both wanted; a nice quiet wedding with only a handful of people with everyone else in Hell being none the wiser. You had to beg Lucifer for the week you got in between, he was practically ready to say "I do" once he put that engagement ring on your hand. It may have seemed like you two were moving a little bit fast considering most weddings take months, sometimes years to plan out! But when you're marrying the King of Hell, there really was next to nothing to worry about when it came to your special day.

The new hotel was the perfect venue, complete with a beautiful ballroom that could rival any chapel on Earth. The guest list was extremely exclusive consisting of only the occupants of the hotel, minus one Radio Demon, not that he would attend even if he was invited. It was Charlie who suggested that he protect the hotel today from any threat that might make itself known. On top of that, Charlie was more than happy to be the officiant, as being the Princess of Hell granted her that authority. Money was no object to the Morningstar family, so no expense was spared.

But regardless of any of that, Lucifer couldn't help but worry. You had one other request for him after he popped the question.

~~~

"I hate to ask more of you after asking for a week to prepare," you started, putting on the last of your clothes that you had discarded during your fun little teasing display, "but..." Lucifer approached you suddenly and held your hand in both of his.

"My love, you can ask of me anything you wish. There is no limit when it comes to you. You've already given me the best gift of becoming my future bride. Anything in my power is yours for the asking, you just name it!" He leaned down and planted a small kiss on the back of your hand. You couldn't help but blush, he never failed to charm you.

"This may sound a little odd, considering what just took place a few minutes ago," you breathed out a sigh, "but...what would you say to refraining from any...intense intimacy?" Lucifer cocked his eyebrow and smirked, seemingly intrigued. "B-but only for this week, I promise! Kissing and cuddling would still be on the table, of course. And no deliberate teasing from me, that wouldn't be fair. I was just thinking that...I want our first night as a married couple to be special. And I figured holding off for the time in between would only heighten the experience. If that's not something you want, I completely understand that-MMPH," you were silenced by Lucifer's soft lips on yours.

"Oh darling, was that all?," he flashed his signature toothy grin at you. "That's hardly a request! I think that's a wonderful idea...n-not that I don't want to ravish you at any given time! But you're right, I couldn't imagine a better honeymoon than getting the chance to feel you again after being denied for a few days, even though it may feel like an eternity. I'll be on my best behavior; you have my word!"

~~~

And Lucifer was on his best behavior, for the most part, at least. There were a few instances where his hands had traveled a little too low on your body and some kisses became deeper than they should have. But both of you managed to make it through the week! But today was the day, and his anxiety was at an all-time high. You decided to sleep in separates rooms the night before, wanting the next time you saw each other to be at the altar. That was the plan, at least.

It had been a while since Lucifer had slept alone. Suffice to say he couldn't sleep. He assured you that he would be alright sleeping alone for just one night, but that ended up being easier said than done. The empty bed he laid in brought back painful memories of his first night without Lilith, something that still haunted him to this day. There would be times where Lucifer would wake up in a cold sweat, only to glance over to see you peacefully asleep, and he could breathe again. Anytime you felt him tug you closer to him in the middle of the night, you knew what had woken him up. He never hid his feelings from you when he confided in you about his ex, and you didn't mind that he would wake you when his nightmares overwhelmed him. You loved him and he loved you. You would never leave. So when you heard your door creek open in the middle of the night to see your fiancé standing in the door frame, you only smiled and gestured him to you.

~~~

"I-I'm sorry," he sobbed quietly, "I tried...I really did...I-"

"Hey, hey, shh, it's alright," you soothed and brought him into a tight embrace. You felt a tear that had fallen from his face make its way down your collarbone. "Don't cry, Luci, I'm not upset, not at all." You lifted his head up to wipe away his remaining tears. "Let's get some sleep. We have a big day tomorrow." You planted a kiss on his forehead, and from the dim red light that shown through your windows, you could see a small smile appear on his face. He laid down, his back facing you as you wrapped your arms around him and brought him flush to your chest. You could hear his breathing start to even about again.

"I don't deserve you," he murmured.

"You know I think the same thing every day," you responded.

He interlaced his fingers with yours at your words, squeezing you hand softly. "Promise me you'll never think that again. Please. You deserve everything and more."

"Alright," you conceded, kissing the back of his head, "as long as you promise me the same thing. You're my everything, and I'll spend the rest of my afterlife showing you that."

"Okay," he spoke weakly. You intertwined your legs with his, bringing yourself as close to him as possible. "I still intend to keep my other promise. I'll be gone before you wake up."

"You can stay as long as you need to," you whispered before drifting off to sleep once more.

~~~

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[tomhardyspinkyfinger]

The Good Girl and the Gangster: 7

Summary: The wedding will still take place, or will it?

A/N: HA! I WIN YOU STUPID CHAPTER! I WROTE YOU!!! I did it everyone. I wrote the chapter. I also think it'll probably be the last chapter in the series! If y'all want a more close ended finish, I might write an epilogue if y'all want. I didn't really edit it but I will in the next day or so! I really hope you guys enjoy. As always please reblog and give me feedback! I live for feedback

TW: language, violence, death, gore, blood, grief, angsty angsty

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Masterlist Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

"Mother, my monthly is late."

My mothers hands slowly left my face and she let out a sigh.

"I didn't mean for this, I-"

"Enough. I will talk with Jacobs mother and move up the wedding. You will consummate and the baby will belong to a young, happy, married couple." My mother explained.

I went silent.

What?

"What? I don't understand mother, is this not enough? I know it is shameful, but I refuse to lie to Alfie and Jacob-"

"Stop. Just listen. Your father made me swear to keep this away from you." Her hand grabbed mine and she looked at me, tears forming. In almost all my years, I hardly ever saw my mother cry. She was a woman who always kept up appearances, even with her children.

"After.. we lost your brothers, your father struggled as we all did. He fell into the bottle, we kept it from you. You were still so young and focusing on school, when he was at temple he was drinking. We worked together with the church to get him to stop and it worked. A few months ago he went into the shed for the first time since Caleb died a found a letter. Caleb had written us his goodbyes. Your father began drinking again.."

I was now in tears, Caleb spent his time in the shed sculpting. When he came home from the war he never got a chance to sculpt again before he died.

"Your father fell in with bad people, he gambled, but the horse races was where we encountered an issue. Your father is a smart man, too smart when he drinks. He stole from the Peaky Blinders. They want their money back and we don't have enough alone. Even selling the property wouldn't cover it. Your marriage with Jacob and his families business is enough to help us. They agreed to help us if the marriage goes on. I'm sorry we didn't tell you." My mother concluded, both of us in tears.

"My loves? The party is awaiting the bride to be!" My fathers voice called from the other side of the door as his fist gently rasped against the wood.

"We will be down momentarily darling, just a bit of women's troubles." My mother covered, straightening her voice from the tears and wiping her face with her free hand.

"Alright, I'll keep entertaining with Jacob and his family." My father agreed before we heard his footsteps going down the stairs.

"But, what about Alfie? He has worked with the Peaky Blinders, he can help!" I protested.

"We tried to get his help already, he agreed to work with the Italians and take down the Blinders to help us, but.. it just isn't working. Alfie tried to stop the Blinders, but now the both them and the Italians are weary of him, which is why.. I told him to stay away." My mother confessed. I jumped off the bed and stood in front of her in shock.

"What? How long have you known? Has he been lying to me?" I snapped.

"No no, your father and I had him come to temple that day you met, we conversed briefly about your safety and the money we owe. We asked him to keep an eye on you in case the blinders got involved. I didn't know any of this would happen until I found your drawings." I was in shock at my mothers confessions. Everyone in my life had been lying to me for god knows how long.

I stared at my mother briefly before pushing back my tears and shedding my pajamas, getting dressed for the party as quick as I could. My mother waited patiently, both of us quiet and pulling ourselves together.

We both entered the party together, my tears dry but my eyes puffy, my mother completely unphased. I suffered through my own engagement party, Jacob gripping my waist and making my stomach turn and twist more than it already has been.

After everyone had left the miserable event, Jacob and I sat in the den while our parents conversed in the study.

"Art is a beautiful hobby, don't get me wrong! I just don't feel that it is a career, I will encourage our children to be creative, but they will be raised as real workers." Jacob drowned on and on, the mention of children causing bile to rise in my throat. I pushed it down with my water and nodded along until our parents emmersed.

"The wedding will be next Friday. We were able to organize the food and locations to our liking." My mother spoke, announcing herself in the room. I forced a smile and nodded, too tired and betrayed to fight anymore. We said our goodbyes, and got around to Jacob. Our parents gave us a bit of privacy at the door to say goodbye.

"Until our wedding, my love. I'm quite looking forward to the night." He spoke, kissing the corner of my mouth. I pushed back vomit for the unknownth time tonight and smiled without grimacing this time.

"Me as well, Jacob." I forced out, bidding him goodnight and shutting the door before locking it.

The following week was torture, my mother told me I was better off not going to the doctors and that I needed to just relax for my big day. I stayed bottled up in my room for the week, only leaving to eat and use the restroom. My father was worried, but my mother dismissed it as nerves. She didn't want him knowing I knew.

Too quickly for my liking, the wedding day had arrived. I felt sick to my stomach from the moment I woke up to the drive to the temple. I hadn’t eaten all day and I was green in the face with anxiety.

"You look so beautiful. I am sorry things happened this way. I love you for being so brave." My mother spoke, holding my arms from behind as we both looked in the mirror, my eyes began to tear as I looked at my wedding gown. It was beautiful and simple, something I always envisioned myself in, but everything was wrong. I nodded to my mother and she did the finishing touches to my makeup before my mother ushered me to the entrance where my father was waiting.

He kissed my cheeks and laced our arms.

"You look gorgeous, my baby." He complimented. I thanked him quietly and the doors to the temple opened, the music playing as my father began to walk us down the aisle, practically dragging me with him. I forced a smile as I avoided eye contact with the guests who had stood and turned to watch me, their joyful gazes making me sick.

At the end of the aisle, Jacob thanked my father and grabbed my hand, leading me to the alter where the Rabbi stood. As the Rabbi began speaking, I found my eyes traveling out into the small audience, hoping to see him, hoping he would be my knight in shining armor. Before too long, the Rabbi was initiating the exchange of the rings. For the first time since I had gotten to the alter, Jacob released his tight grip on my fingers to place my wedding band on. I did the same with him, my fingers shaking.

The Rabbi announced our betrothal and Jacob placed both hands on my cheeks, pulling me in and kissing me, his tongue entering my mouth. I submit to the kiss and leaned backwards, my hands awkwardly grabbing at his blazer lapels. I pulled away with much difficulty and Jacob ushered us down the aisle and to the doors, our guests clapping and cheering.

We arrived at the ceremony and sat at our designated table in the front of the room, in front of all our guests. We spent the first two hours mingling with guests as they drank, me avoiding alcohol.

Before the food was set to be placed at the tables, Jacob announced a speech. We stood in the middle of the ballroom floor, our guests seated at tables around us.

"I have been waiting for this marriage and am overjoyed to finally call this woman my wife!" He raised his sixth or seventh glass of whiskey to the audience who cheered. He kissed me vulgarly again before pulling away and continuing his speech, his arm wrapped tightly around my waist.

"I love this woman! She will be the one I come home to every single night, she will tend to our home and provide me with love and beautiful children." He announced. I started to waver back and forth, seeing stars from being so overwhelmed.

"I know neither of us can wait for our first night together, I'm sure our first child can't be far away!" He shouted, the audience laughing and clapping. I tried to focus on just one spot in the room to keep myself conscious. That spot happened to be the doors, that had swung open and let in Alfie, sweating and disheveled.

Black surrounded my vision very quickly, and I was in a heap on the ballroom floor.

I awoke to a voice and a soft hand stroking my face. I rubbed my eyes gently and saw my mother. I looked around the room, empty besides us, and began breathing heavily. I was on a small futon in the back room of the ceremony hall. The room was quaint, a few windows illuminating the room in the moonlight.

"We sent everyone home sweetheart, you just are a bit overwhelmed-"

"Mother, what happened? Something is wrong. Call the doctor please, my baby, mother." I rushed out, frantic and beginning to cry. The door opened suddenly.

"The baby?" Jacobs voice rang out. Jacob had been on the other side of the door, accompanied by my father and Alfie, all three mean having different faces of shock.

"Jacob." I sighed out, sitting up slowly.

"Are you pregnant?" He questioned. It was quiet in the room, my mother looking down and The three men now entering the room. I looked at Alfie briefly, Jacob noticing. "Is it his?"

"Jacob listen-"

"No! Your fucking parents trapped me with a whore! I was already helping your alcoholic disgrace of a father, and now this? You dirty little fucking-" Jacob was cut off by Alfie slamming him against the closest wall, his pistol being pushed into the skin of Jacob's throat so forcefully that he was gagging.

"The fuck did you call her? Say it again mate. Go on. Go ahead, call her a fucking whore again." Alfie instructed, cocking the gun. I stood from the futon and gently placed my hand on Alfie's arm.

"Alfie, let him go." I whispered, tears forming from the mess of a wedding. I never wanted Jacob to get hurt, nor my parents or Alfie.

Alfie hesitantly released Jacob, who slid to the floor holding his throat. He quickly scrambled to his feet and rushed out of the room.

"You're pregnant?" My fathers voice spoke, cracking a bit. I turned and saw him with tears in his eyes. I took a breath and glanced at Alfie, who was not looking at me, I had yet to find out why he even showed up.

"I believe so father. I haven't been-"

"I am so disappointed in you." My father spoke, a single tear rolling down his face. I sniffled, more tears falling as I scoffed.

"You're disappointed in me? That's fucking rich! This entire sham of a wedding was to save your ass! I fell in love with an incredible man and I would be more than honored to mother his children. You will not be in their lives if you even try to put a sliver of blame onto me!" I was screaming, getting closer to my father and sticking my finger in his face. He continued to cry, looking down at me wordlessly.

"You're right. I-I'm so ashamed-" My father began.

He was cut off by the deafening sound of gun shots. I felt a large body yank me to the carpeted ground. Alfie had covered my body with his own, his arms covering my head. The shots continuing to ring throughout the room, glass shattering all around us. My mother was screaming as I kept silent, gripping my aching stomach.

It felt like ages, but the room was eventually silent besides my mothers weeping.

"Don't move." Alfie instructed, hoisting himself off of me gently. He scanned the windows with his pistol as I watched, still in shock. I turned to see my mother curled up next to the couch, unharmed but in distress. When I looked to my father my stomach dropped.

"F-father?" I called out. No response. I crawled towards him and gasped, sobbing at the sight. My father lay with a gushing bullet hole in his neck, his eyes closed as he laid lifeless. I could hardly see with the low lighting and my tears flowing, but I gathered up the bottom of my dress and attempted to hold it to his neck to stop the bleeding.

I heard my mother screech and scramble next to me, gripping my fathers motionless arm.

"Darling? William? Please my love, open your eyes." My mother pleaded, sobs wracking her body. I continued applying pressure, my hands and dress now soaked in blood.

"Alfie! Call someone please, get help!" I yelled, looking back to see Alfie looking sorrowful. I looked back down at fathers body and saw two more shots in his chest, one in his heart. I let out another sob and fell backwards, my hands clutching my chest.

"Why did you stop? I-Is help here?" My mother questioned, looking at me and then Alfie. I shook my head and she clenched her eyes shut, laying her head on my fathers stomach.

Alfie stayed with us until an ambulance and the police showed up. The removed my fathers body and had a second ambulance take my mother and I to the hospital.

The nurses cleaned and changed me, giving me a white bed in an all white room. I laid motionless, thinking about the events of the night when the doctor came in.

"Hello my dear, how are we feeling?" He questioned, looking at the clipboard in his hands, then to my tear stricken face.

"My baby. Is my baby okay?" I questioned. He laid me on my back and began to perform a few tests. I closed my eyes and cried silently, still in shock and grief.

"There is no baby, it seems." The doctor spoke. I opened my eyes and looked at him, confusion lacing my features.

"I don't understand? My monthly never came after I-"

"I can assure you, you are not pregnant. Sometimes in stress induced situations, a woman's cycle can be thrown off course. Nothing to worry, just a bit of rest and a better sleep schedule before you can start trying again." The doctor smiled, patting my shoulder and leaving me alone with my thoughts.

I tried to stop the tears, but they had been flowing since the wedding. The door opened and shut after about an hour, but I was facing away, hoping whoever it was would just leave.

"Y/N?" Alfie's voice called out into the silence. I didn't respond.

"You ain't gotta talk to me. Please tell me if the babe is alright?" He spoke.

"There isn't a baby, Alfie. Doctor said I was never pregnant. Leave me alone." I bit out, still facing away. I felt the bed creak as he sat at the end, rubbing my leg above the blanket. I pulled away from him and finally faced him, guilt etching his features.

"You knew. You knew it was going to happen didn't you? That's why you showed up to the wedding?" I questioned.

"The blinders found out about me an' the wops. I was too late. M'sorry dove." Alife confessed.

"You lied to me about everything. About my parents, Jacob, the wedding. For what? That I still don't understand." I spoke, throat coarse from crying and yelling. He didn't say anything.

"You're done here now. My fathers debt was collected and you failed to help him. All you did was fuck up my life, Alfie. Go home. Or don't, just get away from me." I bit out, laying back down on the pillow and closing my eyes, tears pooling once again. I waited until I heard him leave, the sound of the door shutting triggering full body sobs.

After a day in the hospital, my mother and I were back in our home. It was quiet and cold, missing my fathers presence. My mother was kept in the hospital for shock, and they released her to me once I was cleared, but she was yet to recover. I held her arm in mine and lead her to bed, tucking her in. She was just a shell, silent and pale.

"I'm going to make us some lunch, just shout if you need me." I spoke, brushing her hair out of her face. She ignored me and I sighed.

After a few months of me caring for my mother, she had improved greatly. She could care for herself now, but had only left the house twice, once to witness my annulment to Jacob and once more for fathers funeral. She was quiet, thin, and cried often, but she was talking and smiling more frequently. I hadn't seen Alfie since I told him to leave me be, and it has been hard. I spent all my time caring for mother and the house to distract myself, but he always found his way back to the front of my mind.

I left my mother in the garden reading a novel with Biscuit on her lap to go to the shops and get our groceries. Biscuit had been a great comfort to her, she always claimed to hate him until now, he kept fathers side of the bed warm.

I walked into town and began shopping at the markets, gathering some meat and eggs. A bouncing head of red hair caught my attention.

"Elise?" I questioned. She stopped and turned, her jaw dropping.

"Y/N! Darling!" She exclaimed, wrapping her arms around me. I hadn't seen her since the first night I met her at her party Alfie took me to. She pulled away and examined me.

"How have you been then?" She questioned. I smiled.

"I've been better." I confessed. She nodded and brought me over to a bench, sitting us both down, the now breezy autumn air surrounding us.

"No need to beat around the bush. I know everything, and I'm sorry. for your father, Alfie, everything." She spoke, holding my hands in hers, the basket of goods placed between us.

"It's alright Elise, really. I've started to heal." I smiled, pushing back tears and the mention of my father.

"Darling, I didn't know what Alfie did, but I do know he needs you about as much as you need him." She spoke, sympathy lacing her beautiful features.

"He doesn't need me, Elise. He betrayed me." I spoke, looking down. She released my hand and tilted my chin to have me face her.

"He thought he was protecting you. Doesn't make it right, but it makes it understandable, and more importantly, forgivable." She spoke. I sighed and looked away.

"He's bad, love. Goes to work, locks himself in his office, then straight to his house. I've checked in, he isn't eating or sleeping. You know how he can be. You don't have to forgive him or take him back, but please talk to him. For me." Elise pleaded. I nodded and we went our separate ways.

A week later, after heavy internal debating, I found myself on Alfie's doorstep. I knocked hesitantly. I got no response for a while, until the door swung open and revealed Alfie. He looked tired, his skin scratchy and untreated. He seemed shocked to see me.

"Can I come in?" I questioned. He moved to the side and let me in, shutting the door after me. I entered the den, greeting Cyril who laid in front of the roaring fire place. He lazily rolled over for me to pat his belly, and I did so with a smile. I sat on the couch, placing my coat down on the arm of the couch. He was staring at me, waiting for me to speak. I moved closer to him and placed my hands on his cheeks, his coarse beard tickling my fingers. He closed his eyes and let out a breath.

"I'm sorry, Alfie." I muttered, pressing my lips to his. He wrapped his arms around me instantly, pulling me onto his lap. He deepened the kiss, his big hands spread across my back. He pulled away and brushed my hair out of my face, looking deep into my eyes.

"What're you sorry for?" He questioned. I smiled and smoothed his hair back with my fingers, then smoothing out his worry lines on his forehead. Ingraining every inch of his face into memory.

"I was mad. I didn't mean what I said. I thought you had moved on but when I ran into Elise she told me you were struggling. I spent the last week thinking of ways to apologize. Do you forgive me?" I questioned.

"Nah, gonna hate you for the rest of time treacle." He spoke, smirking. I rolled my eyes.

"What do I have to do to get you to forgive me?" I questioned, stroking his face.

"Marry me?"

#alfie #tom hardy #tom hardy x reader #reader insert #tom hardy x you #fic #fluff #alfie solomons #peaky blinders alfie #alfie x reader #alfie solomons fanfiction #peaky blinders fanfic #angst

[chenyann]

Alone together!

Riddle rosehearts

|°Rumor: Riddle and you have a study date but you seem to understand much of what's going on and you start to feel a bit sleepy!

|°Rumor warning: gn!reader, crushing, rushed, ooc(?),spelling error,non-edited, studying, Reader hardly says anything-

|°Keys:814

|°Ads: @mystaposts ahhhhh I'm so sorry this is short, it's bc I thought ur birthday was on the 7th and I got busy yesterday😭 but, HAPPY BIRTHDAY MYSTA YOURE SUCH AN AMAZING PERSON TO TALK TO,I KNOW I DONT ANSWER UR DMS SOMETIMES THATs JUST BC IM FORGETFUL😭😭 BUT I TRULY LOVE TALKING TO YOU, I HOPE YOU HAD AN AMAZING BIRTHDAY!

Tapping echoed through the halls. The sun was finding its way through the giant windows in the hallway. It was a warm sunny day, the birds were chirping, so why was riddle frowning? Well to start us off you are late, really late. Not five or ten minutes late but 30 minutes late. Riddle likes things neat and to be on time, all of his assignments were done flawlessly exactly on time  and his room is ordered properly 24/7. So yes, it made him a little upset that you were half-an-hour late. What was so important that made you this late? Usually if you were to be late it wouldn't be half an hour, it would be more like 15 minutes give or take.

The calming silence was interrupted by the quick pitter patter of someone's feet, when Riddle turned to see who it was he was greeted by the sight of you. “What was so important to make you so late?” Riddle asked, as he folded his arms around his torso. “Ace and deuce needed help with something..” you paused, looking at him to see if that worked or not. But to your surprise it worked well. Riddle let out a sigh thinking about those two reckless first years causing problems and breaking rules. For a moment he wanted to ask what happened this time but he didn't really want to know at this point. “very well” he said, as he entered the library. Yall chose a nice spot in the library and sat down shoulder to shoulder. A few days ago  you were complaining about how your grades suddenly dropped. When Riddle asked to see some of your papers he knew why, you were terrible at math– how did you even come up with that answer!? Ridding being the kind soul he has offered to tutor you, it's definitely not because he has a fat crush on you and wants to spend time with you.

“Now shall we get started?” he asked, as he pulled out his notebook. You nodded and pulled out all of your things, Riddle watched as you were rummaging through your bag trying to find a pencil he guessed.“here.” the rose haired boy said as he gave you a yellow #2 pencil. You thanked him and looked down at the textbook, your eyebrows knitted together while you looked at the book filled with numbers and letters "whos idea was it to put letters in math" You thought to yourself.

      Snap!

           "Focus or you won't get anything done" Riddle said, noticing how you were glaring at the book. You nodded and asked riddle a few questions but other than that y'all didn't talk to each other much, which made riddle a bit upset. But you paused again looking at your paper. “do you need help?” Riddle asked with a raised brow, whether you said yes or no he decided to help you either way. “how about you try finding the answer to (x + y) first ” he said, watching as you scribbled on the paper. “now let me see.”

You showed him the paper and he looked at it with a small frown and spoke, “question two is wrong.” “Wait really!?” you asked, a huff left your lips as you sat your head in your arms. You muttered incoherent things before Riddle spoke, “would you like me to show you how to do it?” you nodded, as you placed your head in your arms and looked up at him. “you're gonna fall asleep like that” “no I'm not!” Riddle sighed, “if you fall asleep it's off with your head.” you felt yourself shudder as you imagined that collar around your neck, you nodded as you watched him explain. But you felt tired, you tried to stay up you really did but the feeling was too strong. Your eyes grew heavy and you felt so comfortable, too comfortable.. 

“Now divide (x) by 31 and you will get-” he stopped, looking down at your sleeping form. You fell asleep while I was explaining…. Should I wake you up..? Maybe I'll wait a bit, you may be able to focus if I let you rest for awhile….Riddle sighs as he looks down at your sleeping form, he gently takes the text books, pencil, plus all the other study materials yall had and sat them in their rightful places. Then he was met with your notebook, “I suppose I can look and correct your notes..” Riddle muttered, making sure not to wake you up by mistake. He was met with somewhat exceptional notes, but what really caught his eye were the small doodles of him. It was kinda cute. He sat the notebook down and got up to get a book to read while he waited for you to wake up. Of course he will discuss those doodles with you later.

#yako spreading rumors #riddle x reader #riddle rosehearts #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twst wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst x mc

[animefans-stuff]

Four lords helping their s/o w/ stress

Pairings: Lady Dimitrescu x reader, Karl Heisenberg x reader, Donna + Angie Benevento x reader and Mother Miranda x reader. ( I know Miranda isn't a lord, but I can't write for Moreau. So until then, she'll replace him. )

Warnings: stress, crying, mentions of not eating or drinking anything, and fluff/comfort.

I also just wanted to say that I really hope that y'all are taking proper care of yourselves and that your all taking the necessary breaks and time off of whatever your doing. And if you aren't taking proper breaks then your ✨ toes are now mine 🙂❤️ ✨

Lady Dimitrescu

Lady D has had plenty of stressful moments herself, from the moment she had the cadou placed inside of her from having to take care of her daughter's, and to top it off, she's constantly trying to impress Mother Miranda.

So when she had found you curled up in the corner of your room, sobbing in front of a pile of unfinished papers. You looked horrible..

She was honestly disappointed in both you and herself.

Lady. D is disappointed in you for not taking proper care of yourself. I mean, she understands the importance of getting work done, but humans need to relax.

And she's disappointed in herself for not helping you out sooner.

Lady. D will waste no time scooping you up into her arms, as she dragged you back to her room. Once there, she'll carefully place you onto her bed.

She'll then ask you a few questions, like have you eaten ? Drank anything ? What about taken a shower ?

If you haven't, she'll be quick to have the maids prepare something for you to eat/drink, along with a warm shower.

After eating and taking the shower, Lady. D will scold you for not taking proper care of yourself- before having you take a break for the next few days.

From now on, Lady. D will pay more attention to how you act, especially when you have work to do.

Karl Heisenberg

Heisenberg can hardly take care of himself, so he might not be there to help you right away. Since, like Lady. D, Heisenberg also have had stressful moments.

One example of this is him trying to build his army and kill Miranda- that and keeping you safe. So, He might realize that you haven't been seen around the factory lately.

At first he thinks it's weird, but soon passes it off, and thinks that you might just be tired.

If we're being honest, the lycans probably found out about your strange behaviour first.

Anyway, Heisenberg soon catches on when he didn't see you show up for dinner.

Starting to become worried, Heisenberg wastes no time looking through every single room in the factory.

When he found you in an empty room, a computer screen blinked off and on, showing that it needed to be charged. You were barely awake.

Heisenberg knew right away that you had been overworking and stressing yourself out. Mainly because he's done the exact same thing.

He may hesitate for a moment, because he knows very little about taking care of yourself. So he had the lycans watch you as he goes to call Donna for help. And Thanks to Donna, he now knows what to do. Yay :)

Heisenberg starts with asking you a few questions- much like Lady. D, he'll also ask if you've eaten anything and all that. If you haven't then he'll do his best to make you something to eat.

After that, he'll then have/force you to take a break with him.

If you try going back to work, then either the lycans or Heisenberg will stop you.

Donna Beneviento + Angie

Donna trys her best to take care of herself + all of her dolls. She might take a few breaks, but I don't believe she's ever been stressed out to the point where she stopped taking care of herself.

Angie on the other hand doesn't need to take breaks, due to her being a doll. But she still likes the idea that she needs to do relaxing things.

So, when they both find you laid out on a table, surrounded by all kinds of paper, a few empty bottles of what looked like coffee, looking half dead. Angie merely tilted her head to the side as Donna wasted no time getting a warm cloth along with some medicine, just in case you have any headaches.

Still not fully understand this, Angie walked over to you and climbed onto the table, watching Donna.

Angie soon understands, thanks to Donna explaining how you have been overworking yourself. And, despite Angie being sassy half of the time. She actually feels bad for you.

Angie was honestly tempted to burn your work-

Donna won't exactly question if you've eaten or not, she'll just take the chance and get you food, water and a comfortable blanket.

Donna and Angie will give you space if needed, but if you wanted them to stay then they'll gladly stay with you.

I feel like Donna keeps stuffed animals for whenever she does become stressed out. So, Angie brings you some of those.

If you need anything else then they'll be ready to help you.

Mother Miranda

This is my first time writing for her. So let's see how this goes!

Miranda has been stressing herself out for a while, although she can hide it pretty well from others- and It's clear she's stressed trying to find a perfect vessel for her lovely Eva.

But to be honest, she probably already knew that you were stressed. Before anyone else could figure it out.

So when she finds you hunched over a stupid computer, typing away at something she had zero interest in. She wastes no time walking over to it, and shutting it off.

Miranda pays very little attention to your whines and complaints about your working not being finished.

You needed a break, and she'll do almost anything to make sure your resting properly.

If you aren't feeling too well- most likely due to lack of food or water. She'll get only the best food from Duke's shop.

I know, Miranda might not be so affectionate but I can see her cuddling with her s/o when they finish eating.

If you can't sleep then she might play music or hum a lullaby, to help you relax.

Long story short. Don't even think about continuing your work, or Miranda will probably end up breaking it.

#lady dimitrescu x y/n #karl heisenberg x reader #donna beneviento x reader #angie beneviento x reader #mother miranda x reader #re8 x reader #re8 headcanons #tw stress #x reader

[glowingbadger]

Hi it’s me, crawling through the window. Would it be possible to get a crumb of arranged marriage w/ Hubert? His line w/ Dorothea about being willing to get married for politics sake has fueled my brain rot for him.

Good God I need to secure my windows-

I mean HELLO FRIEND ANON YES IT WOULD BE MY PLEASURE

Lol actually though, I have been thinking about this for Hubie since we all started chatting about that arranged marriage stuff! I think it's a perfect concept for him~

This like... got weird while I was writing it though?? Idk man hahaha it ended up on the less-spicy side of what I usually write, and with some very weird dialogue in places... Idk, I hope y'all like it. Maybe if there's interest, I'll follow this up eventually with a more smut-focused piece?

I've been traveling and working so much lately that I just don't even know what writing is anymore or how it works hahaha

TW: A brief mention of non-con

Hubert (FE3H) x Reader ("wife," neutral pronouns)

Arranged Marriage - semi spicy i guess?

"Frankly, he's a pain," Linhardt must be able to see your surprise and confusion written across your face. He goes on, "He's reliable and capable, of course, but also the most persistent nag you'll ever meet. Actually, no-" he glances upward as though to cross reference his own thoughts, "No, her Majesty is worse. But Hubert is a close second to be sure. Always on and on about sleep schedules and proper nutrition and etiquette..." He sighs and closes the massive tome on his lap, as though to close the conversation with it, "frankly, he's an insufferable mother hen. Does that help?"

"Well, it's... Not what I expected," you admit with a shrug, "but thank you all the same."

~

It's been several weeks since the papers binding you in marriage to Hubert Von Vestra had been signed- and this alone had sufficed. No ceremony, no grand ball, just paperwork and a handshake with your father. A handshake that ensured that, even under the Empire's unification, he would maintain nominal control over his considerable portion of land, and in return, would swear absolute loyalty to her Majesty. It was a beneficial arrangement for all parties, and you were not ignorant to the part you played. You were hardly even a bargaining chip- moreso, a hostage.

Your new husband had made no secret of what manner of harm may befall you if your family were to renege on their deal. Fortunately, you know your father to be a reliable coward, so you have no reason to believe he would be bold enough to step out of line.

Hubert Von Vestra is a terrifying man. A zealously loyal man of storied cruelty and a frigid disposition. His frame looms over you whenever he's near, and though he's hardly placed a finger on you since you'd been given over to him, his mere presence is... arresting. There's a sort of charisma to him that's equal parts frightening and fascinating. Perhaps it's madness brought on by your circumstances, but you can't help wanting to glimpse just the slightest bit into that brilliant, ever churning mind.

Unsurprisingly, he has been resistant to your attempts to understand him. He hardly indulges you in small talk, and if you were the paranoid sort, you'd think he intentionally makes himself busy when you're around. Eventually, perhaps out of sheer stubbornness, you'd settled on a routine of bringing coffee to his study adjoined to your bedroom in the evenings. He'd been visibly surprised the first time. It wasn't until the fourth night that he'd given a curt "thank you." About two weeks in, he'd actually sat back in his chair and laid down his quill pen to receive the cup from your hands. After a month, he'd leveled his narrow gaze at you and said,

"I cannot begin to fathom what satisfaction you glean from playing 'maid' to me."

"Well, I, uhm," you hadn't expected him to address you so directly, but you managed to say, "You... work so hard, I wanted to do something for you, I suppose."

His expression is inscrutable as he replies,

"You are aware that my work was much the same before you arrived."

"I am," you say softly, "But- all the same..." you trail off, and Hubert seems content to let the matter rest. And so you leave him be amidst his reports and correspondence, coffee at his side on the desk. Yet for as unproductive as your exchange might have seemed, it does leave you with an idea. The thought to learn about the man from those who knew him long before your arrival at the capitol.

~

Your investigation into the true character of your husband does not stop with Linhardt. In fact, his testimony only leaves you with further questions. But perhaps the others would say otherwise; perhaps the United Empire's most up and coming crest scholar simply inspires maternal behavior. This has to be the case- you simply can't imagine that the notoriously ruthless heir of the even more notorious Vestra lineage would be so... Doting.

And yet the more you learn of him, the more contradictory he seems.

Caspar's take is much like Linhardt's- a picture of a man far closer to a school marm than any assassin or master of torture. Ferdinand seems both smitten and incensed by him, oscillating wildly between the two. Then eventually, to your shock, Bernadetta takes the initiative to speak to you about Hubert of her own accord.

"I'm, uh, really so-sorry to bother you!" she approaches with arms drawn close to her chest and eyes resolutely avoiding yours, "I- I just heard that you were... asking about Hubert, so, I, uh..."

It takes some time to prompt her further. You assure her again and again- no, this isn't intrusive at all- yes, you'd very much like to hear her perspective- no, you're not mad at her. In truth, you're endlessly intrigued about what a gentle soul like Bernadetta would have to say about a man feared across the continent. Finally, she manages,

"He's... actually really kind!" she blurts out, as though the words would abandon her if she gave them the window of opportunity. Your eyebrows raise slightly.

"You think so..?"

"Yes, completely-!" she stammers, "I know he's super, super scary, and powerful and spooky and cold and, uh, all of that. But still," her voice falters as she continues, "He only scolds people when they do something dangerous. And he only hurts people to protect others. I... I know he's done some te-terrible things. But... he's always been nice to Bernie," finally, she meets your eyes with an imploring look in hers, "So, uh, I'm really grateful to him. And I think it would be really nice for someone to reach out to him. If... if that's not too weird or anything. For you."

You smile warmly and nod,

"Thank you, Bernadetta. I know it can't be easy for you to come to me with all of this, but... I'd like to try, if I can."

The opportunity doesn't come in the way you expect.

At first, it seems the night will proceed like many others before. You bring a cup of coffee to your husband's desk, setting it down quietly so as to not disturb him. He's silent, but this is common enough, so you head back to the bedroom to undress for the evening. All nights prior, he would lay beside you long after you'd settled in, then rise to resume work in the morning before you woke up- all the while never allowing your bodies to interact in any way.

Tonight, just as you're about to close the door to Hubert's study behind you, long fingers catch around your wrist, visibly startling you.

It's the most physical contact you've had to-date, but he only says,

"One moment."

You whip around to face him, a touch of anxiety evident in your eyes. It's clear in his own that he notices, but if anything, he only seems amused. He steps forward, his taller frame menacing you as he speaks,

"I understand that you have been busying yourself with some manner of investigation as of late."

It takes a moment for his meaning to reach you. When it does, your face burns and you can't bring yourself to meet his scrutinizing gaze,

"Oh, uhm..."

"I assure you, my dearest wife," he says with barely concealed venom, "anything that I do not wish for you to know will be kept from you. Aside from which, your efforts thus far have proven amateurish at best."

Something seems off about his tone. You could understand if he felt uncomfortable or hesitant about your efforts to learn about him, but this seems far more grave, more... business-like. He steps towards you once more, and you step back in turn. Yet before long, you feel your legs bump the edge of the bed. A gloved hand trails a fingertip down your jawline to your chin, then urges you to look up at him.

"Whatever you are planning, my dear, I promise it will be fruitless. You had best rethink how you spend your days before your actions bring you to harm."

"No, I-" your brow creases deeply, your face burns, your body burns hotter and you don't want to consider why, "I've just been trying to learn about you as a person, nothing else. We're- we're married, after all, so..."

He gives an abrupt, dry laugh.

"Ah, so I am to believe that you've been interrogating my allies out of some misguided affection, is that it?"

"Hubert, just listen to me!" for a moment, you feel bolstered, defiant, and you straighten your posture, "You won't tell me the first thing about you- the only way to learn so much as your favorite color is to ask someone who's known you for a decade!"

Briefly, he does seem to consider your words. But his eventual reply is as aloof as any prior,

"If you're no spy or politician, then you're worse- a fool." he says, and before you can respond, he's seized both of your wrists and pushed you back onto the bed. For a moment, the room spins and your voice leaves you. A shrewd eye watches you with cruel condescension as he pins you against the sheets.

"I should think that you'd be well aware what I'm capable of," he nearly whispers, "I personally ensured that the rumors spread through your father's territory and further still. Do you think that anyone would even dare lift a finger to help you if I chose to seek retribution for this recent behavior?" He draws nearer, his grip tighter at your wrists, "Perhaps as punishment, I'll simply take my pleasure from you by force."

Your lips tighten, you take a breath. Then, meeting his gaze directly, you reply,

"You won't."

His visible eye narrows.

"And what evidence do you have to prompt such unfounded confidence? Perhaps you have crafted a flattering falsehood of me in your mind," a mocking smirk curls his lips, "Am I a misunderstood sentimental sort to you, then? A sad, lonely man for you to save?"

You scowl, though you suspect it looks more like a pout to him.

"I don't know what I think of you yet- not completely. But I don't pity you like that, and I don't think you're sad or lonely. I know you're not."

For the first time, it seems that you've caught him off guard. That frigid mask falters for just a moment, and you go on before he can replace it,

"You're surrounded by people who care about you. I've seen it for myself. Whatever you've had to do in the service of your ideals- it hasn't kept the people around you from wanting to know and understand you, even if it's despite you."

Hubert is silent for a moment. His gaze bores into you like he thinks he'll discover some hidden layer if he can just keep digging. Then, he sighs,

"How did I ever become bound to such a troublesome spouse..."

When you wrest your arms from his grasp, his hands fall away with little resistance, and you think that perhaps he had never truly intended to keep you in place by force to begin with. He moves to leave the bed, but your fists find the front of his clothing and tug him back down to you.

You press your lips to his without hesitation, and you can feel him inhale sharply, his entire body rigid above you. His lips are surprisingly soft, his scent like coffee and old parchment, and though your heart threatens to burst from your chest, you hold firmly to him by his clothes. Near imperceptibly, he leans down against you, and your fear, along with any remaining doubts, begin to dissolve. Knowing he won't pull away, you let your hands relax against him, running up his chest where you can feel his own pulse pounding. It's so human, so entirely reasonable and normal. Now, at last, Hubert Von Vestra is merely a man of flesh and bone.

Your tongue meets his naturally, your lips parting in time with his as your kiss deepens to a fevered pace. One hand reaches that sharp, handsome jawline, reveling in the erotic sensation of his mouth moving against yours. And yet, all the while, his hands remain staunchly on the bed beside you. He doesn't touch you- doesn't even let his body meet yours.

It's impossible to tell whether passion or madness drives you to bring your teeth to his lower lip, a single insistent bite communicating desire mounting faster than you can contain. And for a moment, you sense something new; a sound catches in Hubert's throat, a reaction he fights to stifle. Then, he pulls away. His pale skin is tinted a rare shade of pink, and his hair is ruffled out of place enough to reveal both narrowed eyes. His cloak has spilled around his frame to surround you both, and somewhere in your frazzled mind, you imagine that you're caught in some beautiful, velvet-lined trap.

"I- must... return to my work." Hubert says stiffly. He pushes up from you and turns away, leaving you still flustered on the bed behind him. You sit upright, holding your arms tight around your body as you watch him straighten his hair and clothes.

"You, uhm..." your face reddens still as you search for the right words, "you could... join me in bed, if you liked."

Hubert turns to the door of his study, speaking without daring to even glance your way,

"Anything that you offer to me now will be born from the impulse to survive. I have been bargained with before." His shoulders slack just slightly, his voice low and sober, "The proudest nobleman will even sell off his own child to a monster if he feels it will spare him its teeth."

You open your mouth to protest, then shut it without a word. You feel that you know your mind and heart, even in this moment, but you lack the words to convince a man like this. In a feeble attempt, you murmur,

"You don't frighten me, Hubert. Not anymore."

He half turns toward you, though his hand remains on the handle of his study door.

"You yourself said that you do not know what you think of me," he says, "As such, I will not lay a hand on you until the day that you do."

You stare down at your hands in your lap, barely registering the sound of the door clicking shut as he leaves you in the bedroom. No matter how you try to sort out your tangled thoughts, the memory of his lips on yours won't leave them. If anything, it eclipses any sense of reason, standing resolutely in the way of your path to clarity. Letting out a groaning sigh, you fall onto your back on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling as if it could offer you any advice.

What do I think about my own husband? You wonder, the thought nearly enough to make you laugh. Well for one, he's a pain.

#hubert von vestra #hubert x reader #fire emblem #feh #fe3h #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem x reader #fire emblem imagines #fire emblem fic #x reader

[erensproudsimp]

Experiment

Hange Zoe x fem! reader Oneshot

⚠ Sexual Content Ahead ⚠

Summary : Hange and you have been dating each other for quite some time. One day due to rain, you went over to Hange's and hehe hot stuff happens.

I've used they/them pronouns for Hange due to them being non-binary, hope y'all don't mind. :)

"HANGEEEE!" screaming down the hallway near the university laboratory, you entered said place joltily.

By this time all the science students were used you to coming by everyday while causing a ruckus to meet your significant other. You couldn't help yourself being always excited to see the only person who could make your day a million times better and today as usual you had something interesting to show them. Well, by interesting you meant something random you saw that day and just picked it up to give it to Hange. Never were they ever weird out by this as they were as eccentric as you.

"Look what I found today!" proudly bringing your hand close to their face to show them the red rock you saw in your yard.

"Heh, as usual my dear y/n, you never fail to fascinate me," they chuckled eyeing the objet closely.

"I shall add this wonderful rock to my series of collection of stuff you keep bringing to me everyday!" smilingly Hange took it.

This brought a faint blush on your cheeks as just the thought of Hange keeping the random stuff you bringing daily made you feel somewhat special.

" Sooo, what are you working on today?" you questioned them while looking at the equipment on the table.

"Ohohoho you don't know what I've just made!" they excitedly said dexterously arranging the mess to show you.

While they were enthusiastically explaining to you her recent invention, you couldn't help but stare at their jolliness. The way they made absolutely anything sound captivating just spellbound you. To describe it, it was like a meteor shower falling enlightening the night sky which you could gaze for hours, yeah, that's how Hange was.

"Hihi, that's awesome! I'm so proud of you!" you praised her happily.

"Hehe, I'm glad you appreciated my invention, after all I am your better half," haughtily they said which made you subconsciously smile.

Right at that moment a loud thunder was heard making you jump. Since morning it's been cloudy and you really hoped that it wouldn't rain in the evening as it would pose a problem for you to travel home by bus. The droplets were hitting hard against the window panes indicating it was a heavy shower. Disappointment filled your being.

"Noo, now how would I reach the bus stop on time with this weather," you complained utterly dejected and tensed.

"You know y/n, you can always ask me for a ride in my car right?" Hange said while pouring a clear liquid in a testing tube.

"I know but I don't wanna bother you."

"Oh come-on y/n, how can you ever bother me?" they reassured, "and if you really don't want to sound like a trouble then come over to my appartment. It's win-win situation, you reach home and I would get more time to spend with you."

"W-what, Hange please, ugh okay then I'll come with you," sighing you responded.

Waiting for Hange to finish up whatever they were doing but it wasn't as though you as a finance student would understand it to be able to help her out. Instead you were scrolling on Tiktok when they came up to you without warning making you jerk, "GOSH HANGE! YOU COULD HAVE CALLED FOR ME."

Chuckling, Hange grabbed your hand to make you stand up. Losing your footing, you fell in their arms which they gladly grabbed you. Giving you a brief forehead kiss, they proceeded to drag you to the parking lot. At first you didn't process the action making you scream but when you got the hang of it, you ran alongside with them hand in hand laughing.

Hange unlocked the car and you got into the front passenger seat. Both of you were laughing while still catching your breaths.

"Now off to my house we gooo!" Hange yelled as you were wearing your seatbelt.

Throughout the whole ride both of you conversed about each of your days and the daily news.

"Can you believe that Sasha and Nicollo are finally going out with each other? I always knew that they were a match made in heaven," you rambled as Hange listened to you intently while also focusing on the road.

"I mean I could see it happening seeing their compatibility and the way they complete each other, just like you complete me," Hange added.

Her last words made your face heat up which you hid by looking outside. Luckily for you, you finally reached your destination. It wasn't the first you came over to her appartement so you took her keys and ran inside. Normally her place would be messy like a dumpster because that human barely had time in her hands to take care of their house but for once it was spotless clean.

"Did Levi come over?" you asked them, hand on your hip.

"I-yeah. Yesterday he did. But I swear I'll try to be more responsible from now on!" Hange affirmed.

You took a deep breath and asked, "so what are we eating tonight?"

"I don't know y/n, you choose," they replied kicking their boots off to enter the residence.

"How about we order Pizza?"

"Sure thing love," grabbing her phone to order said food, Hange said.

"How about you go take a bath while I take out plates?" you suggested.

"I mean only if you're willing to join me," they smirked while leaning on the door.

Out of embarrassment you threw a pillow laying on the couch at her, "NO!"

"Sad, I was really hoping for some fun in there," they replied before running into the bathroom as you were about to hit them with another pillow.

While you waited for her to come out so that you in your turn could go freshen up, you arranged everything to be able to eat. Having such nights with Hange is always something you've dreamt of doing but you never had the courage to ask.

A few moments later, Hange came out with hair dripping wet which they were trying to dry with a towel. Damn they looked hot in that condition. Before you could start simp over them, you excused yourself to go bathe.

Feeling the warm water touch your skin evaporated all your stress from you as you relaxed. Coming out of the bathroom wearing Hange's clothes, you went to sit next to them on the couch. You noticed that the pizza had already arrived so you took a piece of it to eat. You two watched this popular series called 'Attack on titan' together until the pizza was finished.

Throwing the pizza cardboard in the bin, you went to see Hange already laying on the bed. Scooting to them, you placed your head on their shoulder as they held you tight with one arm and the other holding their phone. You were watching memes with her laughing when suddenly there was a video of two girls kissing came up which made your heart beat faster. You could tell Hange felt so as well as she swiped quickly to prevent awkwardness.

A little bit of tension remained in both of you yet no one made the first move. It kept growing as you felt their hot breath on your face because you were leaning on them.

Feeling bothered and assuming that Hange wasn't going to initiate it, you snatched their phone from their hand and kept it on the table next to the bed for you to straddle on them.

Shifting yourself to be more comfortable, you leaned down to smack your lips against theirs. Still processing whatever just happened, Hange went with the flow. For this moment at least. Hands on your ass, they squeezed them as you laid your body on theirs.

Lips still crashed against each others and tongues still fighting over control, Hange's minds began to fill with sexual fantasies that they could enact on you in this precise moment.

Pulling back from you, they settled your body on the bed to go search for something in the wardrobe. They came back with a blindfold facing you.

"Do you mind if I take your vision away for a while? I don't want to ruin the surprise of what I'm going to do to you."

Gulping hardly you took the black cloth and blinded yourself.

"Good girl," Hange praised giving you a headpat to continue their rummage.

With no warnings, you were pushed on the bed lightly. At first you didn't understand what was going on but that was before you felt a rope on your wrists which was being wrapped around them individually then pulled upwards signaling it was being tied down to the bed. The same thing was done for both of your legs.

Anticipation mounted in you as you felt hands running from your chest to your stomach.

"I hope that the ropes are not too tight, are they?" they concernedly asked.

You shaked your head to say no still having the blindfold on.

"No? Well, then I think you would love this being in your mouth," they said coming closer to you. You were expecting her to stuff her fingers in but it ended up being something you certainly didn't anticipate at all.

Holding your head up, they made you wear it. Initially it was uncomfortable but you managed to deal with it as it only turned you on more. It was a gag ball.

You laid your head on a pillow desperately craving Hange's touch but of course they were still searching for something.

"Don't worry y/n, I'll come to you as soon as I find that one thing I bought last week I wanted to test out," Hange spoke from the other side of the room.

Trying to keep your growing lust in control, you fidgeted with the device in your mouth.

" Ah-ha! found it, now wait for me y/n, I'll fuck you into oblivion soon," their voice coming out breathless.

Feelings the sides of the bed sink and a presence hoving above you, you became more excited to what Hange was going to do this time.

Their soft lips colliding again against yours as their hands ran down to unbutton your shirt leaving your bare chest naked as you weren't wearing any undergarments. For a few seconds Hange didn't do anything. As you were ripped from your eyesight, you couldn't see that Hange was in fact staring at the prefect roundness of your boobs displayed to them .

Unable to contain themselves, they ran their tongue on one of your breasts while the other was being fondled with their hands. Your breathing was quickening at their doings. Out of nowhere they bit your nipple softly making you bit the gagball stifling a moan.

Going lower on you they pulled down your pants while they kissed you on your bellybutton. Without warning again you felt a pain on your hip and teeth leaving your skin. Biting you again on the other side of your hip, Hange caressed your inner thighs. This time you couldn't contain the moan as it escaped your mouth through the gag ball.

Looking at your entrance, Hange saw that though they didn't yet completely lay hands on you, you were soaking wet. Then they assumed that it was probably from the long amount of time you had to wait for them.

You heard the opening of the cap of a tube. Your mind raced through all the possibilities of what it could be.

But of course it was the least thing you could expect as you felt something touching your cunt.

It was a lukewarm rubbery thing that was being ran through your swollen folds.

"Wanna guess what it is? Y/n," Hange said as you felt the object or whatever it was penetrate you. An 'hmm' came out of you as your back arched graciously making Hange widen their eyes.

"Ahaha, y/n you beautiful creature! You never cease to amaze me the more I explore you,"Hange complimented pushing the thing deeper into you.

" Lemme reward you for blessing me with his gorgeous sight and return you back your vision, "they continued.

Your insides felt empty as Hange had to remove the item to open the blindfold. You must say you had quite of the shocker to see them. Straddling you was a Hange that you didn't recognize.

They were wearing a black lingerie delicately complimented with black thigh highs and on their pelvis area was a strap-on-dildo.

"I wanted to experiment this on you," they gave you a light smirk before positioning themselves in front of your pussy. Taking the small bottle thrown on the bed nearby, Hange opened it. It was lube. Dropping quite some on the dildo, Hange jerked it to spread the lubricant.

Placing their hand on your hips for support, Hange inserted it again.

They couldn't describe how much they ravished to look at you in this state. As they were thrusting their hips in and out, the room became filled with your moans and Hange's name.

"Yes y/n scream my name louder. Make the neighbours hear how good I'm making you feel," Hange panted.

'Hmmm Hange I'm getting close, go faster please, "you begged them.

Taking your wishes into consideration, Hange did not double up the speed but rather trippled it. You were practically shaking on the bed as your screams got louder and louder.

Not late enough, you released yourself on them. The pleasure was so unbearable it almost hurted. Panting on the bed, you looked at the ceiling to regain control of yourself. Then looking back at Hange, only to see that they were already staring at you lovingly.

"Can you untie me now? I need to pee," you coughed.

"Ahaha, no piss on the bed," Hange declared as you were startled by their statement.

"Just kidding lemme help you refresh yourself," Hange joked making you feel relieved.

End.

Thank you for reading this. :)

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[retroellie]

could you do an imagine/headcannon where ellie and miller!reader are traveleing to santa barbara and are being really flirty with each other (they always have been but this time its like amped up x100) and on their way back to jackson they confess that they have always loved each other? (happy valentines btw!!! 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩)

Summary: Confessing your love to ellie

A/N: Thank you for the request<3 This kinda got a little depressing and i'm sorry but i'm in the mood for angst rn AHSHJ. Anyways sorry for making you wait so long babe :( ily <3

Warnings: Blood and angst

Word count: 1.3K

-Even though this is probably the worst reason to be traveling to Santa Barbara, avenge the death of your father, you two still can't keep your hands to yourselves

-There was something about this time that felt more meaningful than it usually did

-Ellie would always pull bad pick up lines out of her back pocket and make you laugh

-"IS there a mirror in your pants?? Cause I can see myself in them."

-It was just stupid harmless jokes but now it feels more than that

-Ellie had also started touching you more, if that was holding your hand as you guys were running through a hoard of infected or hugging you as you came back from getting food

-You weren't complaining much though, back at home it was so lonely there without ellie

-You and her had been connected at the hip ever since you met, you even went with her to Seattle even if it hurt you so much to remember your dad

-After you guys came back to Jackson after Seattle you both parted ways, it left you heart broken

-Ellie left to go live in a farmhouse by herself and you got up and moved your entire life around

-You were able to go back to Texas and live in your dad's old house there, you fixed it up real nice... wasn't much but the only memory you had of your dad

-That's until Ellie came to you, all the way from Jackson to Texas just so you could help her cause you were the only person that was going through her pain.

-It took about a week to get to Santa Barbara and the entire trip consisted of catching up but also the awkward tension in the air

-It was horrible because ellie kept getting hurt but she kept pushing herself to her limit

-When she was impaled by the tree branch, you tried your best to clean her up and for some reason touching her bare skin made you blush.

-When y'all had finally found Abby there was a good chance you guys could kill her, she was weak and fragile

-You had been busy trying to fight of the damn group you had run into when you could've helped ellie

-When you finally made it to the sea, there she was. Bleeding, bloody and hurt... Just like when you found her in jackson that horrible day when you lost everything

-You ran to her, holding her like she would drift away. You watched as abby made her way into sea

-You didn't even feel like going after her, you didn't want to lose the only other person you had left

-"I couldn't.... Joel..." She could hardly speak

-"I know ellie..." You whispered back, letting some tears escape you

- You helped get her cleaned up that night, staying in a abandoned house just so y'all could rest

-You wrapped her fingers up real well, doing everything in your power not to hurt her

-You could feel her eyes on you, looking at you like you were the only right thing in her life

-She couldn't bear losing you, if you were to have died she wouldn't want to live anymore

-"You know I'm glad you came with me. i really missed you" She spoke, watching as you wiped the blood off her hands

-"I missed you too ellie, i had to get used to you not being there....it felt weird." You admitted

-Ellie's heart fluttered, she was so in love with you in hurt

-"How was texas?" She asked

-"Lonely" You stated, wiping the blood off her hands. "It was just how they left it 25 years ago, everything was left untouched."

-She watched as you spoke, her eyes flipping to your eyes back to your mouth

-"Sarah's room looks exactly like mine back at Jackson '' You chuckled. "It's funny how similar we are yet we've never met."

-Ellie chuckled along with you, watching as your eyes began to water

-She knew you were only hurting yourself living there, holding on to a simple memory of a man who was so much more

-"I wonder if it hurt him to look at me.... if all he saw was sarah"

- Ellie could hear the tears you were holding back, causing ellie to get on your level, hoping down from the chair and on the floor with her

-Ellie took her bloody hand, placing it on your cheek. She wiped away stray tears, smearing your rosey cheeks with blood

-"No." She stated simply. "I bet he saw a woman with so much purpose, he would be so proud of you y/n."

-It was then, right then when you decided you were madly in love with Ellie williams. You always knew but you kept it hidden, but you couldn't keep it to yourself anymore

-You smashed your lips into hers, not caring about the clashing teeth or the surprised gasp coming from her

-It was at this moment you could let go, of everything

-"I have been waiting for this moment for years." She breathed out, giving a huge smile

-"me too..." You admitted, wanting to pull her into another one

-"why didn't you say anything?!?"

-"You tell me!!"

-"I could've been kissing your stupid face this entire time?!?"

-Even after almost getting murdered multiple times today, you guys are still your stupid selves

-Traveling back to jackson felt quick, days gone by like minutes

-This time the trip consisted of everything it used to but more makeout sessions and heated sex... obviously cause it's ellie

-off topic but the first y'all finally have sex omfg, ellie is so shy and awkward with it like seeing your boobies threw her off

-Anyways uhhh moving on

-When y'all finally got back to jackson, you knew you two would have to split back up again. I mean y'all started 2 different lives, you couldn't just leave that all behind.

-Ellie showed you around her house, allowing you to pet the sheep and horses

-It felt nice, better than in texas where you had no one

-it wasn't until you found joel's guitar he made for ellie that you remembered you have to go back to texas... or do you?

-"I now understand what the bill went through... I mean losing someone and then coming home to an empty house." You stated, running your fingers along the strings

-"Minus the crazy paranoid part... right?" She joked, coming up to you to set small kisses to your head

-You chuckled, you didn't want to end up like bill...alone or did you already become him

-The coldness of the house that you knew was once filled with laughter of the two who had once lived there, something you had tried to recreate but only failing

-Walking along the house filled with pictures of the two faces that should be here with you, would Sarah even want you a part of the picture or would she want to be the only child?

-"I want to let him go ellie...' You whispered. "I'm holding onto a life that was never mine....i sleep in his bed for god sake."

-Ellie brought you into a hug, staying silent so you could get it out

-Ellie knew what you were going through, she saw it every time you entered a room.

-Ellie thought about how much she missed you and how much it would hurt her if you left her again

-"You could always stay with me.." She spoke, seeing your futures flash in her head

-She could see you getting up and feeding the animals in only your bra and shorts

-She could see you pregnant with a kid, cooking up dinner for you and her... she isn't quite sure how that works but you can make it happen

-She could see nights spent making love underneath the stars

-She would kill for that life with you

-"Really??" You said, perking up almost immediately

-"Yeah I mean.... i'm beginning to feel like bill as well."

-You both laughed, you both were so fucking ready to settle down and be normal humans for a bit

-"I think I might like that." You smiled, pulling her into a kiss once again

#ellie williams fic #ellie williams fanfic #tlou ellie #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #the last of us pt ii #tlou2 #the last of us fanfiction #the last of us part two #the last of us x reader #the last of us fanfic #the last of us

[diaboliklvr]

A Butler's Duty

A Hadaka Shitsuji fart fiction written by yours truly. Lol. Two odd fandoms to put together, I know, but I really went all out on this one, you guys. T_T It's my first story post here, but I really hope y'all like it!

Smuttiness/grossness ahead

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Sakuma walked throughout the halls of the mansion, holding a clipboard. His posture was perfect, and his stride was dignified. His dark blue hair was done up just so, and there wasn't a single wrinkle in his navy uniform, or the tiniest smudge on his glasses. Such were the makings of the Kamishiro Mansion's head butler. He had studied for years at the best butler academy in England, and graduated with flying colors. Sakuma devoted his whole life; his whole being, to becoming the perfect butler. That certainly didn't stop when Tomoaki Maeda came to the estate a fated few weeks ago. Even if he was a temporary master, the man wouldn't dream of slacking off. It wasn't in his nature.

That morning, Tomoaki lay sleeping in the master bedroom, while the other members in the house were wide awake.

Sakuma walked up to the windows, ticking a box on his checklist. The glass was spotless, as he liked. He made a mental note to give Arisato a compliment on it later. The older man then made his way to the kitchen, a complaint already in his mind. Breakfast was taking far too long, and he'd be giving that no good chef an earful for it.

He swung open the door, a wonderfuly sweet smell filling his nose. Despite how deliciously divine the scent was, he kept the stern look on his face unwavering.

"Komine, our master ordered a small breakfast of toast and rolled egg this morning. What on Earth is taking you so long?", he complained, sucking his teeth when he saw the Kansai man flipping a large fluffy pancake.

"Aw, get of my case, Sakuma! Yur always givin' me a hard time!"

Komine put a hand on his hip, turning to his superior. He didn't even need to look at what he was making, being so excellent at his craft.

"Because your reputation for being an Addlepated clot-head precedes you..."

He deadpanned.

"Yea yea! And you gotta reputation for usin' big words I don't understand. So there."

Komine cleared his throat, placing the last pancake atop the pristine pile.

"Breakfast is just takin' a little longer. I wanted to make something yummy for Tommy s'all."

Sakuma's forehead ticked.

"That's certainly not what Master asked for. "

"Well- Yeah."

Komine blew air from his lips, waving off his comment.

"But that was borin' though! Tommy needs something more hearty! The man needs some meat on his bones!"

"Why must you be so bull headed? You cannot just go against Master's orders whenever you please- And honestly, I've said it a thousand times, please refrain from calling him anything but Master! It is highly disrespectful!"

Komine sighed deeply, handing Sakuma the tray of food. What an absolute feast! Bacon, pancakes, rolled egg, fruit, toast, and a glass of OJ. It was more than anyone needed when they first woke up, really.

"Here! He doesn't hafta eat it all, but I felt like makin' it. My pride as a cook's on the line over here!"

The butler stared down at the food, thinking about tossing it, and making Komine start again from scratch. He didn't do that of course, since he didn't like wasting food and couldn't possibly be that mean.

"Fine then, but blatant disobedience of our Master won't be tolerated in the future. Understand?", Sakuma asked, lifting a brow.

"Yeah, yeah! I bet anything he'll be happy though! You just wait and see!"

"Indeed."

Sakuma blinked, then swiftly exited the kitchen. He was quick, but careful, as to not drop anything. Though, ever since his butler school days, he was skilled in balancing plates. He hardly had to think about it anymore.

Sakuma went one handed, checking his pocket watch with the other. Five minutes past schedule. He shuddered. Tardiness was blasphemy for a butler.

Finally, he reached Tomoaki's room, knocking once before entering for the sake of being polite. Knowing Maeda, he would be sleeping like a log though. The door cracked open, and Sakuma cracked the faintest smile. His master's sleeping face was so utterly adorable, a drastic change compared to how he was awake.

He set the food down on the nightstand, speaking ever so gently. He didn't want to give his lord a rude awakening after all.

"Master, it's time to wake up and greet the day", he spoke with saccharine susurration.

Maeda groaned, slapping a hand to his forehead, and rubbing his temples. Sakuma barely giggled a breath, seeing Tomoaki struggle to rise.

"Breakfast is ready for you. It's...quite a spread."

Tomoaki's brown eyes blinked open, foggy and tired. His stomach growled, and the mention of food roused his mind.

"Morning Sakumaa-aa-aaa-"

He finished off the last part of his greeting with a yawn, stretching, and shaking off the cobwebs.

"A spread, huh? I only remember asking for something small."

He glanced over at the food, eyes widening slightly. It really was quite a bit.

Sakuma sighed.

"Well Komine had other plans for you, it seems. I told him exactly what you wanted, Master."

The young adult waved it off, grabbing the food.

"Eh, whatever. Honestly, I don't mind. I'm hungrier than I thought I'd be."

Tomoaki almost drooled at the sight of all that delicious goodness. The fluffy pancakes drizzled with honey, the rolled egg cut into fun sized bites, the white toast- oh so buttery and warm, and that crispy bacon piled up high. He blinked, making sure it wasn't a fantastical dream.

'It's still hard getting used to eating like a king every day. I'm not complaining though! I wanna pig out!'

Sakuma smiled warmly.

"As long as you're happy, Master, so am I."

The brunette picked up the fork, about ready to take a stab at those pancakes, when he felt a little sharp pain in his gut. Maeda clicked his tongue, leaning forward ever so slightly, and cutting a short but boisterous fart.

FfffFrrrRRttt

Tomoaki laughed a bit, finding the release a little funny. He was a guy, and an immature one at that. Toilet humor still got a rise out him. So what?!

He looked up at Sakuma who could only stare in shock, pink in the cheeks.

"M-Master!"

Tomoaki cocked a brow, taking a bite of pancake.

"What? It's just some morning thunder, you prude. Never heard a fart before?"

"W-well that's- It's just a bit...Undignified. Don't you think?"

He stuffed a piece of egg in his mouth, annoyance plastered on his face.

"You calling your master undignified?"

Sakuma's heart sank! What a blunder he'd made! Saying such a thing about his dear Master!

"N-no! Not at all! I'm terribly sorry."

He bowed, not wanting to upset him any further.

"A lowly servant such as myself has no right to comment on your..f-flatulence."

Maeda snorted.

"Damn right. You're dismissed for now, Sakuma. I'll find a suitable punishment for you later."

"Y-Yes, sir."

Sakuma looked like a kicked puppy, as he exited the room. He mentally scolded himself for his rudeness, awaiting a consequence for his actions. He went to go reflect in his own quarters for awhile.

Once the butler left, and Tomoaki was alone, he snickered to himself. Honestly, Sakuma was way too gullible for his age.

'Sure, he kinda pissed me off talking like that, but still, I just wanted to fuck with him a little. No matter how tiny the offense, I can discipline him as hard as I want~'

Half an hour passed, and the Master finished up his breakfast. He burped into his fist, stuffed like a Thanksgiving turkey. It was a whole lot of food, but he cleared his plate fully.

He got dressed, still wracking his brain about what to do to Sakuma. Something that he'd yet to try, something cruel, filthy...His stomach gurgled, snapping him from his thoughts. But that gave him just the inspiration he needed, and a nasty idea creeped into his brain. He smirked, excited to try out his newest scheme.

He walked out into the hallway, seeing the muscular Todou lifting a table, while Arisato cleaned under it.

Todou smiled like a big dog, eager to greet his owner.

"Good morning, Master! Lovely day, huh?"

If he had a tail, it'd be wagging. The gentle giant always seemed to have a pep in his step.

"O-oh! Morning!"

Little Arisato paused his scrubbing for a moment, giving Maeda a teeny wave. He was far more important than any speck of dust after all.

"Hey, guys, can I ask a question real quick? Sorry to bother you."

Todou's eyes bugged out, and he practically dropped the large piece of furniture on his fellow butler.

"You could never bother us, Master! Please, ask away!"

"Mhm! We'd be happy to answer."

"Thanks, guys."

He smirked, putting a finger to his chin.

"What do you guys do when you have to rip ass? Is there some way you manage it?"

"H-huh?!"

Todou stood shocked, setting down the table when Arisato was finished.

Flustered, he tried his best to answer.

"U-Uh- I guess...um- When I need to f-fart, I usually walk outside. If I can't though, I'll do it out a window.. It filters the..er..smell outside."

He scratched his neck, embarrassed, honest to a fault.

"Hm. Gotcha. Arisato?"

"I-Is this an important question, Master? It's a little embarrassing."

Tomoaki scoffed.

"If it wasn't, I wouldn't be asking. I thought you said you'd be happy to answer."

"S-sorry! My bad!"

The little thing squirmed where he sat, thinking for a moment.

"I, well, I mean- I try not to..If possible- But if I have to, I guess I usually go to my room and do it there."

His face burned crimson, and he looked up at Todou, who looked just as embarrassed as him.

"I gotcha. I gotcha."

Tomoaki made a 'hmm' noise, comically tapping his finger to his cheek. He found this quite fun.

"Interesting answers. As your master, I now forbid you from doing any of that."

"What?!", the two guffawed in unison."

"Master! T-that's!- What do you expect us to do?...If I might ask?", Todou quizzed, rubbing his arm.

"Y-yeah! What's gonna happen then?"

Tomoaki only laughed, a sadistic gleam in his eye.

"For now, you hold them in until I tell you otherwise. Make sure Ichinose and Komine know too. Got that? I need to go have a word with Mister Mizoguchi. None of your asses better be making a peep til I give you the direct order."

This was the strangest order the two had ever received, but stupidly, they complied. It wasn't like they had to, since he wouldn't be around to hear, but Tomoaki knew they'd listen. All five of them were wrapped around his finger.

"Y-Yessir! We'll tell them!"

"Mhm!"

Tomoaki walked off to speak to the oldest member of the house.

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"Ho ho ho...", Mizoguchi laughed, smiling.

"My, what a fascinating idea, young master. You have quite the mind."

The old man never batted an eye at Tomoaki's awful ideas. He was somewhat of an enabler, and would do anything he could to help.

"Heh! You really get me, Mizoguchi! I knew I could count on you to help! You think you can get that room all prepared by tonight?"

The elder nodded, eager to start.

"Why of course, Young Master. I bet I could finish it even sooner than that if I started immediately."

Maeda patted Mizoguchi's back, grinning.

"I'll let you hop to it then! You just call me when it's done."

"Of course, Young Master."

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"He wants us to do what?!", Komine shouted, absolutely dumbfounded.

"Tommy gets crazier and crazier every day. Nuttier than a barrel fulla squirrels."

"I'm positive he has his reasons. We can't doubt our Master!", Todou defended wholeheartedly.

"Well, yea, but- Our farts? Really?"

"Ichinose is...A little confused himself", the gardner spoke, blushing. Ichinose could only nervously play with the hem of his shirt.

"But..Todou's right....Master is..Master. And Master always knows what's best..."

"You're way too naive."

Komine pursed his lips.

"But I guess I'll go along with this. Not that I have much of a choice."

"We'll have to see where this goes."

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"It's perfect! Exactly how I pictured it!"

Tomoaki walked into the closet, staring at his master plan in wonderment. How did Mizoguchi get this done so fast?

"It's the highest honor to a butler knowing you're impressed, Young  Master. I couldn't ask for anything more."

The old man bowed humbly.

"After you get Mister Sakuma, please meet me in my room."

"Will do!"

Tomoaki left in a hurry, eager to go get the head butler. He was finally putting his idea into motion, and couldn't wait to make a mess out of Sakuma. Nothing made him happier than seeing that perverted butler writhe in masochistic pleasure by his own hand- Well, his hand plus a few more~

He wrapped on the door, wearing a cheerful smile.

"Sa-ku-ma! Come on out, won't you?"

Sakuma opened the door, a frown on his pretty face.

"Master, I'm-"

He paused, feeling Tomoaki's hand place itself gently upon his head. He gingerly pat his hair with short strokes, making the older man perk up. He couldn't help but smile.

"O-oh."

"Chin up, Sakuma. I'm taking you somewhere nice."

He stopped the petting, motioning for Sakuma to follow him. Of course, he did right away, quick as could be. They walked the halls in silence for awhile, til Sakuma finally spoke up.

"Master, where are we going if I might inquire?"

"Somewhere to punish you of course. You didn't think I forgot, did you?"

Tomoaki made sure to keep his tone chipper, careful not to be too aggressive right away. He was usually like this, an easygoing, happy guy...but when it came to the butlers, something deep inside him seemed to take over.

"O-oh! Of course not! Whatever punishment you see fit, I'll take it in stride."

Maeda grinned cruelly.

"I didn't have a doubt about it."

One trip down a flight of stairs later, and finally, the two reached their destination: A secret cellar underneath the mansion, originally used for storing wine. It was a little cramped, but everything had been moved from it to make some extra wiggle room. There was a light inside, a few books, a bucket, and a comfortable chair to sit on.

"Here we are. Your quarters for the next few hours."

Sakuma looked a bit nervous, but nodded. It looked comfortable enough. He could survive in there for a while, no doubt.

A soccer ball sized hole had been cut in the ceiling, and Sakuma looked at it curiously.

"You'll be in here until I come get you, so stay put 'til then."

Tomoaki walked off, locking the door.

"I don't know how I do it. God, I'm good", he gloated, walking to Mizoguchi's room.

On the way, he peered into the kitchen, seeing a large pot of chili brewing over the stove. He smirked. It was just as he requested.

"Oh! Good to see ya, Tommy."

Komine nervously smiled, rubbing his belly. At his master's orders, he hadn't ripped a single toot in three hours, and it was getting hard to contain. This couldn't have been healthy.

"Er- The chili idea was really somethin'! Western food was a bold choice!"

Komine's heart sunk when Mizoguchi told him what Maeda had asked for for dinner. He had a bad feeling about the whole thing. Despite his carefree attitude, Komine picked up on things like this the easiest. He had seen the world more than any butler in the manor.

"I know, right? I was really craving it tonight, I guess~ I had it at an American diner once, and just couldn't get it out of my head. You made sure to put lots of beans, right? It's way more authentic that way, ya know!"

Komine scratched the back of his neck, a low whine escaping his bowels.

"Oh, you know it, Master."

Tomoaki fakely widened his eyes, snapping his fingers together.

"Oh yeah! Bet your stomach's reeeally killing you right about now. Good news, you can fart again. Sorry 'bout that."

He smirked, thumbing over his shoulder in the direction of the storage closet down the hall.

"But you can only do it in that bright green chair in the storage closet.. Just installed it. You really can't miss it. Make sure to tell everyone, got it?"

"Err- Yea! Sure. Whatever ya say, Master."

Tomo sauntered out, proud of himself. Komine dropped what he was doing, running to tell everyone his newest order. It was a little suspicious, but everyone would be relieved no doubt.

_______

Tomoaki clicked through the security camera feeds on the monitor, each one serving a separate purpose. One showed Sakuma sitting inside his room, reading a book, and a few more cameras broadcasted different angles of the so called 'Fart Hole' Tomoaki designed.

To elaborate, the 'Fart Hole' was a wooden chair with a circle cut out in the middle. It was painted lime green, with a comfy cushion for seating on top. The chair sat in the corner of the unused storage closet with a suspicious hole covered up by mesh in the center of it. This was the only place the butlers were allowed to blow off steam for the rest of the night. They wouldn't dare disobey.

His face lit up, finding the arrangement absolutely perfect. He thanked Mizoguchi a few more times, before the old man left Tomoaki to his own devices. He was happy to build anything, and do anything for his master. Mizoguchi was the perfect servant indeed.

Tomoaki perked up, drumming on the table when he saw Komine enter the room.

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"I swear it- That man's really gotta few screws loose upstairs."

He blushed, looking back and forth, before plopping his tush down on the chair. Komine was a pretty naturally gassy guy (though he hid it well). He hardly needed any dinner to get his guts rolling, and by jove, the cook was on the verge of exploding.

"Gh- I'm 'bout to blow hard as an stuck cannon."

He pursed his lips, letting a low and slow toot rumble into the hole. Another ripper followed quick on it's tail, longer in length this time.

"Aw man! This is rough!"

Komine's eyes wandered down to the troubling hole, and he solemnly shook his head. He didn't even want to know what was happening here, and frankly, he wasn't trying to think about it too hard.

A mostly silent hisser burned out, making the poor man wince. It burned like lava; he didn't even want to imagine the smell.

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Sakuma on the other hand...Didn't have to.

Upon the first initial sniff, he had figured that some of the flooring was molding, but the fumes only got stronger as time passed by. He gagged, throwing a hand over his delicate nose. He closed his book shut, looking around the small space for the source of the smell.

A minute had gone by, and the air in the closet was practically toxic. He had figured out that the hole in the ceiling was definitely where the foulness was coming from...and Tomoaki had definitely put it there. What could his master possibly have in store for him?

"Heh. Smell good in there, Sakuma?"

"H-huh?! Master?"

Sakuma turned his head every which way, trying to find his master. It was only a speaker that was broadcasting his voice though.

"This is your punishment, but also a learning opportunity."

"M-Master, I don't-"

"All the butlers in this mansion are gonna be filling your room with farts tonight~ Komine's up first, and boy, is he packed full. You're in for an awfully fun time~"

Sakuma was dumbfounded. Komine was- How in the world? Why in the world?

"B-But Master- I...I just don't understand your reasoning for all this! What am I to learn?"

Tomoaki clicked his tongue.

"Use that big brain of yours. Really think hard."

The man blinked, scratching his head. He tried to ignore the smell, but it was so heavy in the air, like a dense smog. He wracked his enormous cerebral cortex for an answer. Sakuma firmly believed that Tomoaki couldn't be wrong, that he was merely missing some sort of bigger picture. In truth, Maeda was just looking to get off here, but it filled his heart with glee knowing Sakuma would defend his actions to the very end. Honestly, whatever reason the butler thought of was what he'd go with. Tomoaki found it pretty amusing.

He tilted his head slightly.

"Is this to teach me- perhaps; that flatulence isn't something to fear? That even butlers just like me can do something so crude?"

How cute. Tomoaki couldn't help smirking.

"You aced it. Want a cookie?"

"Oh, no reward necessary, Sir-"

"Alright, you're on your own now~ Smell you later, Sakuma~"

"Wait- Master?!...Master?!"

_____

"Unngg- Sonova-"

Komine gripped his belly, crinkling up his uniform. Holding his farts in all day couldn't have possibly been any good for him whatsoever. He ripped another, a blast so loud and beefy that it rattled the box. He had made himself a quick egg salad sandwich for lunch that afternoon, and he was starting to regret that choice immensely.

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"Gah! Slithering salamander, that stings!"

He kicked up his leg, resting it on the wall. He needed some leverage, because things were getting awfully intense. This caused his ass to lift a bit, letting some of the gas in the box spill out into the relatively fresh air.

"Hrk- And it stinks too!", he complained, going green in the face, and covering up his nose.

_____

"Aaann- Noo- Ugghh-"

Sakuma groaned and protested, wanting nothing more than to Shawshank straight out of his makeshift prison with a spoon. The stench was utterly intense- And with Sakuma's perfect pedigree, he was at a disadvantage. Years of sampling exotic teas, and tasting wines had given him the sniffer of a devine God. He could pick up notes of jasmine in his Earl Grey, and hints of saffron in his soufflé...

He could also observe the fragrance of previously digested pickles and eggs that lingered in the air.

Komine's bowels weren't letting up, and Sakuma could smell every dirty detail in his functified fart cloud. This was debasing....filthy; Truly the lowest position a butler could be put in. How humiliating- To be huffing the gas of those post beneath him...

He felt a small twitch below

No. No way this could be happening. It was inconceivable. Sakuma refused to look down, refused to acknowledge it...but boy, was it there. That despicable itch, that burn... He didn't look, so it wasn't so. It couldn't be so.

_____

A final tumultuous toot blasted from his beguiling behind, funnelling straight into Sakuma's cell. Komine's farts were much like himself: pretty obnoxious. His gas was unrelenting, ear spilling, and made itself known to the world. He would have preferred it not to be so loud of course (or so rank), but 'twas his body. If bottled up, his gas would explode like a vinegar volcano.

"Haa...Aw man, how embarrassin'. Good thing Tommy wasn't there for that."

Komine stood up, dusting himself off. He paused, hiking up his leg to rip his final butt burp of the night.

"Whew, Back to dinner then."

He chuckled bashfully, and exited the room.

_____

As dinner was being served, Tomoaki served himself. A bottle of lotion half empty sat on his nightstand as he stroked away. This was almost as good as "Naughty Nurses Night Shift Nookie 3" (And that was a really good video!)

He ran a hand through his short hair, and ran the other through his short and curlys, fondling his member like no tomorrow. This was the life! He was making his own porno! A true artist- A master of the craft. He liked the ring of that one.

Sakuma was busy recovering from the onslaught, unable to get the scent from his nose. He slumped in his chair, rubbing his head. His master could be cruel, but he was certain this was necessary. This was training. His spirit would not be broken. His eyes peeked down, and to no surprise, his surprise was still there. How troubling indeed.

"Ha..What a stink- This will be quite the gruelling night."

Just as Tomoaki was ready to blow, his eyes darted to the camera. A certain blue haired tree hugger walked into view, squirming with every step. Had dinner already ended? He looked at the clock, and a whole half hour had passed. Ichinose must have been a quick eater.

_____

"Oohh no...That chili was...bad. Not good for Ichinose...His stomach."

The gardener placed a hand upon his belly, that gurgled beneath his fingertips. Ichinose closed the door up tight, wiggling his pants down slowly. He moved like molasses, slow like syrup. He had all the speed of a snail in a salt trap.

The man was no doubt a ditz, and his mind was always off somewhere high up in the clouds. He was innocent, and didn't have the sense to question his master. He was like that, a pure soul, heart full of trust.

His undies were the next to go, and with an air of gentleness, the gardener sat down. He glanced over at a pink begonia on the window sill, giving it a heavy hearted look.

"Ichinose is...sorry. Ngh!-"

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A small hiss, quiet as a tortoise escaped Ichinose's delicate hole. The fart wasn't particularly powerful, but it did feel awfully warm. He buried his face in his hands, taking a small whiff.

What the fart lacked in size, it made up for in sheer stench. God, it was vile. He had a naturally skunky, rotten vegetable type smell to his gas, and it could cause anyone to run for the hills. Luckily for Ichinose, he didn't fart like this too often. If his gas was normally so strong, it could have wilted his precious plants.

"Nngh. Stinky..."

He squinted his blue eyes, a soft fart puttering down below. He wiggled on the seat, trying to get himself comfy, but the pain in his belly was at an all time high. His light pink hole quivered with each release, making him gasp and sigh like a tender schoolgirl deflowered for the first time.

________

Sakuma gasped and sputtered, eyes wetting with dew. He wasn't sad, but the nearly toxic winds were causing his sinuses to flare. He could make out the smell of beans from the chili, but also the ever present odor of spinach left out in the sun for a week. It was rotten to the core, straight from the depths of whoever was sitting up there. Sakuma honestly had no idea, since there was a black cloth obscuring his view. A rump was on the other end of the hole, but he hadn't a clue whom it belonged to.

"Hrk- It's so utterly!--"

He choked, another SBD raining down from above. A fetid fog, a sickening shower... Though the butler above had only been farting for about ten minutes, it had felt like an eternity for the entrapped Sakuma. He took note of the lack of sound, and surmised that was probably why they were so awful. He knew the all too embarrassing saying about silent ones...

His ears did pick up a low groan though. The voice was airy and delicate, and sounded pained. It was undoubtedly Ichinose, whom he had known longest of all the butlers. Sakuma's expression was soft, taking pity on his suffering friend even if he was in far more agony. His small, cold room was starting to feel a little...warmer (mostly because of the farts- But like..In a metaphorical sense)

_______

"Mmm! Haa! It- It hurts!!"

Ichinose's gentle eyes watered, as he gripped the sides of his seat. The gas was fiery hot, and burned his poor behind like white hot coal. He was going to be awfully sore after this.

"Ohhh..Ichinose is...So full- He's sorry!"

He stammered out an apology, though he didn't know to who. Perhaps it was to his poor flower friend who was currently wilting without any clean air to speak of.

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His final rip; lava incarnate, sent his head into a tizzy. The first toot of the night that actually made any real sound. It was good and damn long too. His tongue hung from his mouth after, and the poor boy began to pant. His asshole was seared like a charcoal grill.

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"I-Ichinose?! Are you in there, buddy?!"

A familiar voice...

He weakly turned his head to the door, calling out to his friend.

"Y-yes..Ichinose is..here."

"U-u-uh..Okay! Just urm- let me know when you're finished!"

The bodyguard's voice sounded strained and impatient. Ichinose hiked up his drawers a little quicker than before, opening up the door.

The lumbering lug stood squirming in place, trying his best to give a winning smile.

Todou was always so considerate of others, and contrary to his appearance, was one of the nicest people anyone could hope to know. He was good with kids, a little clumsy, and kinda dense...but his heart was ten sizes too big, and he was always there to lend a hand. The bumbling beefcake had his place as the mansion's sole protector. Guard dogs, bodyguards from a far off land, security cameras...Tomoaki insisted none of them were needed as long as Todou was around. He himself knew that he wasn't the smartest guy around, but his strength was unmatched.

"Best of luck..."

Ichinose gave a bow, disappearing off to his treasured garden.

Todou swung the door open, stumbling to the box. He yanked off his pants and undies, planting his bottom firmly on the hole. He hadn't exactly understood the whole "no farting unless you do it in the box" rule, but he knew Tomoaki had some reason for it. He just figured he wasn't bright enough to understand what it was.

"T-This is the pits! You just couldn't stop yourself from getting thirds of that chili, could you, Todou?!", he whined, his toned tummy gurgling.

He blushed as a wet, meaty fart blew from his hole. Todou daintily fanned the area in front of his schnoz with his large hands. He squeezed his thighs together, and soiled the air once again.

"Mmnng- T-this is just too much!!"

His wind had a special, wettish quality to it that was unlike most. Perhaps it was all the protein and fiber he ate to stay fit, but his gas could be downright gnarly. He was delicate, and could hardly ever handle what he put out. The smell of his own farts made Todou queasy, and he got pretty embarrassed whenever one happened to slip. He didn't really blast ass more than your average Joe, and could only recall being especially gassy on days when he was trying to bulk up. Sure, his diet was super healthy, but all the meat and veggies he ate came at the cost of giving him some truly wicked butt bombs.

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He moaned in relief, doubling over on his box. The sudden release stretched his poor button out wide. The feeling of the biohazardous fumes spilling from his body was a little more pleasurable than he'd care to admit.

"O-ohh!! Ah--Geez~ I'm glad no one was around for that", he muttered, scratching his neck.

_______

Sakuma didn't even have the words for just how vile this all was. He didn't get a single break between Ichinose and Todou. (He knew these farts belonged to Todou because of just how loud the footsteps were above him. You'd have to be deaf to miss those enormous floor slappers stomping around).

He'd went from bad to worse, as the air around him became more and more tainted. There was nowhere for the stink to ventilate, and Todou's gas was in a league of it's own. You could bottle the stuff and use it to kill roaches.

The head butler was disgusted, and yet...so incredibly stiff. His breaths became shallow, and his face turned a sickly green. The more nauseous Sakuma felt, the more his nipples began to harden. What an incredibly odd butler he was. As each minute passed, the longing for his master only grew.

"It burns...Ngh-"

Erect, dizzy, shamed, and lonely; Sakuma felt his eyes roll back into his head. For the next couple minutes, he'd be knocked out cold.

_______

Things continued on for awhile, Todou would blast his nasty gas unwittingly onto the captive below him, and fill up the cellar with noisome fumes.

He had one last big stinker to go, and it just wouldn't budge. He clenched his teeth, and balled up his fists, finally acquiring the strength to push out the behemoth of a fart. It was drawn out, and went on for about ten seconds.

"G-Gaah!!"

He took a minute to catch his breath, and putting his trousers back on. He gave a curious whiff, recoiling from the smell. The odor was similar to a pack of ground beef that got tossed out in a dark, dank alley...and covered in mystery fungus.

"That's awful! Geez..I really need to watch what I eat."

He stood up, fanning his behind, totally flustered.

"Oh, I'm glad master wasn't there for that..I'd be ten times more embarrassed."

Todou quickly exited the room, making sure to swing the door a few times to aerate the room. He'd feel bad leaving the place a total stink bomb.

And not five minutes later, a shrill cry could be heard from down the hall, accompanied by frantic footsteps.

"Uuuwaaaaa!! Noooo!!"

Tomoaki knew who that was, plugging his ears while he watched the screen. What a grating voice...

"I-I can't! Master's gonna get mad at meeee!"

The cleaner barrelled into the room full force, red in the cheeks, and holding his ass with both hands. He stumbled on the door, nearly tripping; a little "ouchie!", spilling from his lips. He  proceeded to clumsily sit on the chair, breathing a big sigh of relief.

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"Haa~ That was a close one!"

Arisato wiped his forehead, a few droplets of sweat flicking off the shiny surface.

He was relatively new to being a butler, but the eighteen year old was always trying his best. He was a total klutz, a chatterbox, and a general pest..but his uppers found him endearing. Sakuma scolded him often, but he always tried to never be too harsh. It wasn't as if he was faking his clumsiness to get attention or anything, so the head butler tried to go easy on the little squirt. His big eyes and adorability had gotten him far in life. Arisato was like... a little brother- or clingy puppy in a way.

A low gurgle escaped his bloated stomach, making him gasp loudly.

"Oh nooo..That's not good."

He slid his pants down to reveal his plump, pale cheeks. A rather large fart bubbled out, leaving him a sputtering mess. Despite his size, his gas was pretty booming. His signature scent wasn't as nostril burning as the others, but when Arisato cracked one off, it was hard to miss it. A couple more raunchy rippers rumbled out rapidly. On their own, the smell wasn't much, but combined, it filled the room below with a musty, fishy aroma. It was like a clamorous thunderstorm on a smelly tuna boat.

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"U-Uggh! Oh gosh- That's so gross! Oh, I don't even deserve to live!!"

The blondie dramatically protested and whined, cutting a couple more loose as he did. Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, and his tongue hung out. About five minutes passed, and finally his swollen gut began to flatten. He was now, undoubtedly out of gas.

"Waaa..So embarrassing."

Quickly, Arisato buckled back up, and scurried away, red as a beet with a sunburn.

_______

Tomoaki opened up the door of the tiny room, allowing some light from the hallway to shine in. Sakuma looked debased, dishevelled, and worn out. Of course, that wasn't all Tomoaki noticed. Sakuma also happened to be panting erotically, and stiff as a rock to boot. His dick stood fully erect in a tent, rubbing up against the fabric of his suit pants. He didn't lay a finger on it though. Nearly two hours of being full mast, and yet...he didn't touch his throbbing erection even once. A small wet spot stained the navy fabric. The once neat and tidy man looked so utterly pitiful.

Sakuma perked up, eagerly looking to the side. His eyes filled with an immense happiness seeing his master. He didn't have to be told, crawling over to Tomoaki and kneeling at his feet. Maeda, his divine, wonderful master had come to see him after his punishment. He was too exhausted to stand up fully, but just seeing Tomoaki's face made his heart swell with joy. His eyes looked up, begging silently for praise.

"Heh...Just look at you. Four hours of huffing farts, and you can still move. You're pretty damn resilient", he said, giving the older man a pat on the head. His little grin was like pure sugar to Sakuma, who responded aptly.

"Y-yes? You think so?", he tiredly asked, trying to wake himself up.

"Sorry, Master. I'm tickled pink to see you...but I feel quite tuckered at the moment."

He flashed an apologetic smile, not harboring any anger at Tomoaki whatsoever. He felt his punishment had merit and that he'd learned something, of course, but he was also extraordinarily gratified.

Maeda chuckled.

"Damn, you really know how to push my buttons, Sakuma. You know, I busted my load five times while I watched you squirm."

Sakuma burned bright red.

"Aa!- W-well that's quite the compliment."

"But fuck...I was getting kinda impatient. I wanna defile you with my own hands. Strip for me."

"But of course, Master", he said with a timid smile.

Sakuma tinged red, but he was already used to this. He complied, removing all the clothes off his body. He was smooth, devoid of hair, and oh so ghostly pale. His nipples were a beautiful shade of pink, and his cock was good sized upright... No one knew this besides Tomoaki, but Sakuma was much more of a masochist then he let on. A perverted butler who got off to pain and humiliation at the hands of his master. The perfect, and most adorable plaything.

"What...are your orders, Master?", Sakuma asked, already panting softly. His hands lay neat at his sides, and he looked forward at Tomoaki with servile, submissive eyes.

"Just obey my every command~"

Out of his back pocket, Tomoaki pulled out a shiny white device, only moderately big.

He pressed a button from a remote in his pocket, making the long, smooth thing vibrate in his hands.

"Not to sound thick, Master, but.. what is that strange device?"

He was being genuine. The thirty year old was so sheltered, he didn't even know what sex toys were. Tomoaki almost laughed out loud.

"This goes inside you, Sakuma. It's a vibrator."

"A vibrator..."

He gulped, staring at the phallic object. Compared to his Master's, that thing was puny, but still, he was nervous. Sakuma still wasn't used to these things yet.

"Show me everything."

Sakuma complied willingly, lifting his tight, supple ass upwards with an air of sluttiness.

"Is-Is this alright, Master?", he softly cooed, practically begging for praise.

Tomoaki exhaled through his nose.

"Yeah. You look really fucking sexy right now."

He ran his hand along the arch of the butler's back, making him shiver under his fingers.

"T-Thank you."

He smiled, honored to hear such a thing from the man he served.

Tomoaki usually wasn't one for preparation, but he cut his losses, knowing he'd have a bloody mess to clean up if he didn't at least put a finger in first.

So he shoved his digit inside the waiting Sakuma, then two more, not caring about gentleness or anything like that. He wasn't the compassionate type, but the one being penetrated didn't mind.

"A-aah! Master! Nnggh!"

He yelped, then moaned, as Tomoaki diddled around inside him. His ass throbbed and pulsed around Maeda's fingers, making him bury his face in the floor. His erection was even more painful now that Tomoaki was teasing him so!

"S-Stop- Nn- Aaghh!"

"Sure~"

The sadist finally pulled out, a sticky trail dripping from his fingers.

Sakuma's hole looked nice plump, ready for something a bit thicker.

The man breathed heavily, absentmindedly swaying his rear end back and forth. So provocative. He really knew how to get his Master going.

"Haa..Haa..Master, I didn't.. Why- mm...Why did you stop?"

"Because sticking my fingers up a dude is fucking gross", he spat, wiping his ruined hand on his corduroys.

Sakuma looked up, dejected.

"I'm sorry for being born a man--"

"Nah, don't worry about it. You're plenty good enough."

He trailed a hand on his ass, giving it a good smack. He contradicted himself way too often, but that was Tomoaki for you. He was a confusing, childish, contrary man.

Sakuma yelped, making him grin.

"No women I know make filthy noises like you do, Sakuma."

"M-my goodness..."

Tomoaki cracked his knuckles, grabbing the vibe. He was ready to stick that sucker in, and he did it without missing a single beat.

"Aaaahgh!! Hngg!!"

Sakuma mindlessly mewled from the sensation of something so large forcing it's way into his small hole. The prepping helped, but still, he was only a butler, a virgin until Tomoaki came along. He gripped his tummy with one hand, worried he'd be able to feel it. It vibrated his insides, shaking his senses.

"M-Masterrr! I can't-!"

"Tch. Can't what? You better not push it out. I went through so much trouble to prepare you. Mine's bigger anyway."

"M-mm. Y-Yes. Much bigger, master. I-it's..warm...and fills me. T-this is hard and- and cold. Nothing like you."

Tomoaki smiled wickedly, slapping his tender ass again.

"You really know what to say to a guy, Sakuma."

He flicked off the device, giving the head butler a wee break from the intense waves of pleasure he was experiencing all at once.

In an instant, Tomoaki winced, feeling that twinge in his tummy once more. He'd been holding back since that morning from cutting the cheese, and it was starting to hurt like hell. What a fucking pain.

He quietly cursed, pulling Sakuma back up into a kneeling position.

"Since I made you feel so good just now, I deserve a reward. If your Master's in pain, you'll do anything to help him, right?"

"O-of course! The idea of you suffering breaks my heart, Master! Just say the word, and I'll do anything."

He ignored the throbbing pain in his hole, his fatigue; coming to his lords' aid with much haste. He was a perfect butler in this regard, more worried about his master than his own wellbeing.

"Glad to hear it."

Sakuma's loyalty made Tomoaki's heart feel full. He was at the top, the most important person to his the servile man. It inflated his already massive ego. He grinned, and pushed the naked man up against the wall with his bright pink sneaker.

"Guh!-"

"Stay right there, wouldja? Don't move a muscle. I need to you to take this for me. It's your punishment."

Tomoaki whipped around, shoving his jean clad ass in the butler's face.

Sakuma went tomato red, eyes widening.

"Mff?!"

"Ah, shit- Fuck, that hurts."

He bit his lip, ripping a gnarly fart in Sakuma's face. A little sigh of relief escaped his lips, grinding himself up and down.

BbbbBBbbrrrtttttTTtt

"U-unngg!? Haaa?! Mmff!", Sakuma cried out, eyes watering from the smell. His nose was pressed right against Maeda's pants, and the stink had nowhere to go except his nasal cavity. He felt dizzy; the putrid, eggish odor flowing up his nostrils, making his lungs scream in absolute agony. This was brand new from what he had experienced before. He had smelled plenty of farts that night, but none had been ripped right in his face. That honor was reserved for his master.

Again, a low raspy fart bubbled out of him, and gas made a devilish popping sound against his nose. The scent hung around him in a miasma thick as butter, cleaning to Tomo's pants. The fart was fiery hot in every sense of the word. It burned coming out, and it burned going into Sakuma's sensitive sniffer.

"N-no! Nng-"

Another toot came fast and steady. Without thinking, Sakuma's head bucked to the side, turning away from the sheer force of the rip.

"You put your head right back where it was, Sakuma. That's an order", Tomoaki threatened lowly.

"Mm- I'm t-truly sorry master- Hrk! It's just!-"

"Gross? Is that it??", Tomoaki hissed.

"N-No!! That's not!-"

"If you wanna quit, just say the word, Sakuma!!"

He didn't like defiance one bit, and if Sakuma thought, he, his godly master was gross, then Tomoaki had the right mind to choke him to death. What was the point of a butler who didn't appreciate and love everything his master gave him? That would be a useless butler, total garbage unfit to serve anyone....

His face darkened, and he whipped around. His mind was already set in stone stubbornly. Sakuma found him repulsive...He felt his hands ball, mindlessly raising them to bring his wrath down on the poor butler.

Sakuma's eyes widened, and he was snapped from his trance. Tomoaki's farts were powerful enough to totally paralyze him. He held up his hands, and squeezed his peepers shut.

"I-I just really!- Love them too much!!"

His words were clear as he shouted, louder than he had ever been before.  This was the most outspoken the meek man had ever been. He didn't falter. His voice was full of truth, without an ounce of uncertainty. Sakuma was a bad liar, and this..It was certainly no lie.

Tomoaki lowered his fists ever so slowly.

"Haah??"

"I said...I-I love them. Master, I-I could never find you gross. I apologize for coming across that way. Anything you give to me, I was born to love it, to cherish it."

Sakuma buried his flustered face in the palms of his hands. He tried to convey his feelings properly, even if he was rambling a tad.

"They are certainly intense, but as your head butler, they're nothing I can't handle. I simply--hurt so much...down there.."

Relief washed over Tomoaki, and he let out a laugh. Yeah. That's right. He was being silly. Sakuma was a devout servant who could never think badly of him. It wasn't like he was self conscious or anything like that...Probably..but the lord of the estate needed to be reminded of Sakuma's loyalty every so often, or else something deep down would start to eat at him.

He smirked, using his shoe to massage the bulge.

"You love my farts that much, huh? Alright. You're gonna cum from them."

Maeda pushed Sakuma's surprised face up against the wall with his rear end. Yet again, a ripe fart rumbled out, filling the surrounding area up with his musky scent. Sakuma cried out in pure ecstasy, rubbing his nose up and down the crack of his ass. He looked filthy, like a dirty dog in heat. He'd been conditioned that night, and was now craving that sweet, sweet release more than he ever had before.

This was a new kind of torment, a disgusting torture thought up by the most depraved mind around.

Another burst of stink travelled up Sakuma's nostrils, as Tomoaki unzipped and whipped out his pecker once again. The man recognized the noise, even with his eyes obscured by ass. He wanted to taste it on his tongue, to smell the manly pheromones that wafted off it...But he was more than satisfied with the back end tonight.

Tomoaki fapped, and let out one more, triumphant, glorious fart. It was loud and proud, long and strong, and had an earthy, moldy cheese scent. The butler relished in it, letting the fumes go to his head.

They both came in lovely strands of ivory, making beautiful music together. The sounds of choral moans, cascading fluids, and a booming tuba toot was definitely an odd tune, but for the pair, it was welcome.

Sakuma collapsed in bliss, mumbling one last thank you to his gracious master.

Tomoaki bit his lip, turned around, and pumped his schlong once more. One last spurt of baby gravy splattered across the glasses of his unconscious servant.

"Heh...Well that was a lot of fucking fun."

_______

Sakuma sat at the dinner table with his fellow butlers, eating a graceful meal of short rib and risotto.

"Give me your thoughts on the sauce guys. I worked up a real sweat makin' it, and I'm planning to serve it for Tom- Er..Master tomorrow!", Komine corrected himself, beaming.

The head butler gave the hick a sideye, dabbing a napkin on his soft supple lips.

"It's passable- But this meat is far too raw for our Master. You may like it cooked this way, but you must take his tastes into account when you prepare him food."

"Heh. Ya got me there, Sakuma. You think about all that stuff way more than me."

"Sakuma knows Master better than any of us! He's so cool!", Todou complimented with childish wonderment, eyes sparkling.

"M-Me?!--I hardly deserve such praise!"

Sakuma cleared his throat, feeling pretty happy from the comment.

"Oh Komine, this rice is so so so good!"

Arisato shoved a spoonful down his gullet, moaning happily as he tasted it. Their Kansai chef really had a knack for preparing food.

"Oh yeah?? Ya think so?"

Chatter continued at the dinner table for awhile as the staff all shared their meal. They didn't eat together all the time, but when they did, it was awfully special.

Sakuma paused, blushing when he smelled something familiar among the scents of their meal.

"My stars! Ichinose! Don't you know how rude it is to break wind at the table?"

The quiet man flinched, lowering his head a tad.

"Ichinose is...sorry, Sakuma...He couldn't hold it in."

He coyly pointed to himself.

"But...how did you know..it was me?"

Sakuma pulled at his shirt collar.

"Uh...lucky guess."

#farting #hadaka shitsuji #eprocto #eproctophilia #gassy guy

[hetalia-has-a-secretary]

how would they react if S / O would die? Plis?

Y'all- I'm not ready- I know I have answered a similar ask, but this will not stop me. These will be short unless my brain decides to go 50 MPH!

TW: Scenerios based around the death of a loved one.

Allies and Axis: Reaction to their S/O's death!

Allies:

America:

If it was a natural death, and a fulfilling relationship he'd have not only taken care of their graves, but decides to be their main caretaker as well.

He tries really hard not to cry, but he does, and is immediately searching for England for support.

He can't simply admit to how great the pain is, but how amazing and happy, and proud he is another thing.

Does nothing but talk about them in a good light.

And one talks badly about them, and they will get shit down.

Looking after their resting place has become very therapeutic.

He decorates their grave for any holiday

When their anniversary, birthday, or a major special event comes around, he makes sure to leave behind a small trinket he knows his S/O would love.

If his lover dies due to an unnatural event, he will be very agressive for a while.

Until one day he breaks down and just sobs In front of the others.

It will make everyone kind of uncomfortable, but England is there to take him away and tall him through it.

After that he slowly bounces back, not wanting his S/O to have the chance to see him break like that.

He does become a little wiser, and starts holding people's opinions and Requests with more respect as well.

England:

Natural death or not, he will get drunk, and sob for a few days.

France and America have to drag him out of the house, and he's just kind of miserable?

He only snaps out of it when France mentions how out of Character he is, and how he's surprised his S/O ever fell for him if he's like this.

Does a 180 in like, three days.

Makes monthly trips to their grave, and sometimes does so at night.

Has perfected a spell that summons their ghost, but it only works during a full moon.

And it only lasts for 5 minutes.

And it doesn't always work.

So even with his best efforts he hardly sees them anyway.

But he promised his beloved he would keep their Spirit alive in his waking life.

He becomes so much more calm, and patient after a year or so.

He's taken a lesson from this that everything is fleeting, and it's better to take in all the moments as they come.

He likes to bring a radio and book to the gravesight and just read to them.

He claims he can feel their smile when he does.

China:

He has an extremely long grieving period.

We're talking a couple of years for him to move on.

If it was a natural cause he tries his best but his home feels so empty without them.

Someone suggested putting up pictures of them in places he spends most, and it kind of works.

If anyone visits him, chances are they'll catch him talking to those pictures, and it's kind of sad. Like in a sobering way.

The main thing that helps him get over it is the stuff that was left behind.

Books, plushies, perfumes/cologne, anything he can use to immerse himself in them is kept and stored away.

He only ever looks at it when he really, really misses them. Even if he needs it for a good cry.

Their grave has Panda's and their favorite animal cuddling on the stone. A Request by his S/O.

If they pass from unnatural causes he's seeking out revenge in whatever form he can get.

Someone is really going to have to restrain him, so Russia is involved if anyone catches wind of his schemes.

He will barricade himself in his S/O's room, and refuse to leave, and will barely eat.

Japan is the only person he will talk to, and when he does it's not very much.

The only way to snap him out of it is to physically drag him out in public, and he can and will run off at the first sight of another couple.

Once he starts thinking about all the good memories he has, he starts to feel better and recover.

Russia:

He's surprisingly the most at peace of his S/O passes away naturally.

He's not exactly in pain over it, but he smiles and talks as if his S/O was there, and listening.

He actually has a Matryoshka of his S/O that has a wedding ring attached to it.

Even if his S/O didn't marry him he still wanted them to keep it, just because he felt they deserved to be reminded of just how much he loves them.

He's also calmed down significantly, and Pretty much vowed to love his life for his S/O.

The others originally thought he'd have snapped, but he's now magically everyone's therapist???

Turns out all the time he spent with his S/O wasn't meaningless fluffy feelings.

He was also proud of himself for allowing them in, and being able to take his walls down.

But if it was unnatural causes, that's when he snaps.

Best way to stop him?

"What would S/O think!?"

He'd get really depressed and dissapointed at that point.

He will spend a good couple weeks at their grave apologizing. Both for not being able to protect him, and losing his control, breaking an important Promise.

He gets over it after a couple months. It's best to just let him be until he does.

Axis:

Germany:

He was mostly in shock. More so if they dies from an unnatural cause.

He'd be more snappy towards everyone, but is quick to apologize.

The others understand and even when he snaps they know why, and feel mostly helpless.

He tends to storm out of the meetings when the others get too rowdy, and won't go back in until they settle down.

He works out more, and Russia could have sworn he saw Ludwig lip his car over one day.

Has many breakdowns

His brother literally has to slap it out of him and force him to realize how out of it he is.

He cries that night in his brothers shoulder.

Austria is second to the rescue, and help Germany find ways to cope.

The two of them together are successful at helping Germany find some inner peace over it, and he starts a small garden in honor of his lover.

Japan:

He is going to cry for the first couple of nights, but doesn't regret a single night spent with them.

He knew it was going to hurt, and he just let's it happen.

No shame, no overthinking, he just cries to get it out of his system, even if it's just a little.

He thinks of all the times his S/O got him out of his shell, and blushes at the times they made him feel most alive.

You can tell when he thinks of them by the peaceful smile on his face.

He dares not touch their room, and sometimes sleeps in it, simply because it helps him sleep at night.

He has dreams about them when he's in there.

Likes to think that's them saying hi from the afterlife, and if it is he doesn't want them to ever stop.

Any unnatural causes will make him seem cold for a few weeks, but Italy manages to get through to him.

Watching Italy prance around almost reminds him of how happy his S/O made him feel. They made him want to prance around, and he almost regrets not doing so.

Italy:

Another one who is surprisingly full of happy tears and smiles.

He knows they're in a good place, and is just to overwhelmed with pride and happiness to be sad.

It still hurts, but thinking about them makes him so giddy, and smile.

They were his drug, and his cure.

So it was only logical to keep marching on as the one thing his S/O loved the most. Himself!

Though if it was an unnatural cause, he won't be sleeping properly for a while.

Japan and Germany actually have to keep an eye on him, Because his exhausted state has almost caused a few accidents, involving himself, and sometimes those around him.

When he does manage to sleep finally (thank you Japan and China for teaching him guided meditations) He's out for almost a whole day.

Germany goes out of his way to make something Italy and his S/O ate a lot.

Italy winds up crying and frowning. Surprisingly became extremely withdrawn when Germany tried to comfort him

But he recovers after eating and is able to smile bit by bit.

So, turns out my brain did want to go 50 MPH and make these longer than planned! Yay-

#hetalia #aph #hws #hetalia world stars #hetalia american #hetalia england #hetalia france #hetalia china #hetalia russia #hetalia germany #hetalia japan #hetalia Italy #I made myself emotional ♥️

[fangqueen]

#3 What is that one scene that you’ve always wanted to write but can’t be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would need? (consider this permission to write it and/or share it anyway)

Fun Meta Asks for Writers

Adding the link to the ask game at the start this time, 'cause this is gonna be a long one, y'all. 😂

Where do I even begin? First of all, @angie-leena​, thank you so SO much for sending me this ask! It was the kick in the ass I needed to get me to actually write this scene, and for that I’m extremely grateful. I still don’t know if I’m entirely happy with the finished product, but it exists now, and that’s something.

So some of you may remember (if anyone actually follows my ramblings, haha!) that I’ve been simultaneously complaining about and obsessing over this gigantic WIP I’ve had since fucking March 2019. Nearly two and a half years have passed since I put the first word to paper, and oh how I’ve loved to cry out in frustration about how I have about 12k written on the stupid thing and yet not a single scene finished.

AT LEAST

NOT UNTIL TODAY

YES, I’VE DONE IT. I’ve finished a scene on this amazing, wonderful, and incredibly stupid WIP, and I could just cry.

FYI for anyone who doesn’t know what the fuck I’m talking about (which I’m sure is everyone, ‘cause I don’t expect anybody to remember this insane thing I’ve been shouting about all this time, LOL): this is the Slytherin My Gryffindor WIP. Yes, that is a working title. 😅 I will find a better one.....some day.......Ron/Draco is the main pair, but there will also be plenty of others sprinkled in the background.

Anyway, about this ask and that context I haven’t been arsed to write yet...

Context required in order to understand this scene 😂:

Fred Lives AU

The Muggle world and the Wixen world has kind of mixed in recent years, and it’s very common for magical people to be using Muggle technology

The Weasley twins have opened a second shop in Diagon Alley...selling sex toys (yes, really)

Their first original product line issssssss..........dildoes shaped like the Weasley brothers’ own dicks (and a fleshlight kind of thing for Ginny)

Yes this is crack!fic (but, like, also not???)

Ron has been made general manager of the shop and is there all the time, as they’re incredibly busy

Draco wants 👏 that 👏 D 👏, but is worried about Ron finding out, so keeps coming into the shop randomly hoping he won’t be there (and of course he always is)

Eventually there’s a day where Ron’s in the backroom, Charlie’s visiting and helping out at the register, and when Ron emerges, Charlie informs him that Draco Malfoy has just run in and bought Ron’s dildo

Cue Ron being incredibly turned on by this notion

So that pretty much brings us up-to-speed for this scene - it’s been a few days now, and Ron’s been trying to figure out a way to contact Draco to talk to him about the whole thing, since they never became friends or anything after the war and don’t regularly talk unless they’re just seeing each other around

The fic is meant to touch on, like...fame in the aftermath of the war (i.e. why anyone would be interested in sex toys modelled after the Weasley siblings in the first place)

Ron has evolved from his teenage self and grown to hate the fame - it prevents him from being able to date, because the press can never let him keep anything private

After this scene, the fic will focus on Ron and Draco developing a sexual - and eventually romantic - relationship (originally under the guise of “testing out” other products from the shop together)

They will try their best to keep their relationship a secret, but, like...everyone knows 😘😘😘

Also Draco is a model in this one (not important for this scene, but just thought you might want to know 😂)

In addition, some warnings/content to make note of before reading:

NC-17 (smut incoming!)

Technology circa 2005

Phone sex

Semi-public sex

Sex toys

Both Ron and Draco are a little drunk (but very consenting!)

Crack taken way too seriously

Of course, this hasn't been betaed or Britpicked, so I apologize for how very rough it is right now, lol. It will likely be a little (or a lot!) different if I ever actually finish this whole fucking fic and post it later on. I am treating this scene like a “sneak peek” of the fic, because I definitely do still want to try to finish it someday...

HOLY SHIT, I had a LOT more to say about it than I thought. 😅 So anyway. Scene under the cut.

Friday night at the Dragon's Head was packed. It took a bit of initiative, but Ron, Seamus, and Dean finally managed to snag them all a table in the back corner, hoarding the extra seats till Harry and Neville finally arrived, trailed closely by Ginny and Parkinson ― who were curiously short one blond wizard.

Ron tried not to think about it. He bought the first round with Harry, listening to him chat about the recent Puddlemere match against the Magpies. They ordered nibbles for the table. Ron munched on chips, his heart skipping every time the door opened across the room and another few patrons trickled in.

He was on his third pint of the evening when he started getting antsy. He sipped his Simison, using the light smoke curling around the rim of the glass to discreetly glance around the pub, hoping to spot a familiar head of blond hair in the crowd. His foot tapped impatiently on the floor.

"Is he coming, then?"

Ron's head snapped to attention. Ginny checked the door as well before turning back to Parkinson.

"Who?" Neville asked, snagging a vinegar-soaked chip from the bowl in the center of the table.

"Malfoy," Ginny said, craning her neck to see her girlfriend's screen.

Parkinson tapped away on her mobile, shaking her head. "No. Says he's already curled up with a bottle of wine and a good book, and doesn't fancy getting all done up."

Fucking hell. Ron drained the dregs at the bottom of his glass. It wasn't often Malfoy joined them on a mostly-Gryffindor outing ― not unless Parkinson could convince him. Somehow, Ron felt he should've known it wouldn't be in the cards tonight. Conversation pivoted again, and Ron ran his fingers up the sides of his empty pint, thinking.

At some point, Seamus and Harry set off to get another round, and Ginny hurried away with them after a quick peck to Parkinson's cheek. Neville and Dean had gotten into a chat about proper Mimbulus mimbletonia care, and Ron saw his chance. He could feel his heart start to thud in his chest as he cleared his throat, raising his voice to catch her attention.

"Parkinson?"

She turned back from watching Ginny leave, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Yes?"

"Think you could give me Malfoy's number?"

The smirk she gave him in response made his hands shake a little as they drummed against the tabletop.

"Whatever for?"

Ron stared her down, knowing full well any excuse he told her would never be enough. Parkinson's expression was predatory ― as if she already knew the answer anyway. He waited for her to comment, bracing himself.

To his surprise, she instead dug her mobile back out of her handbag.

She turned the screen towards him, and he typed the number directly into the dialer on his phone. He waited a few minutes until everyone ― Parkinson included ― had moved on to other things and forgotten about him, and then slipped from the table.

Ron shouldered his way through the crowd to the loo, pushing inside and locking the door behind him. It was a small room, hardly bigger than a broom closet. There was a toilet and a sink, a grimy mirror hanging above it, and a dim ceiling lamp that barely lit the space.

Ron backed up to one side of the room and slumped against the wall. He gripped the phone in clammy hands. Those pints had picked a perfect moment to hit him all at once. Ron blinked away the creeping dizziness, staring down at the numbers glowing dauntingly on the tiny screen. He'd been unable to get it out of his mind for days ― the image of Malfoy riding his dildo ― and now that he had a way to contact him, he was frozen. The leaky faucet dripped, the sound maddening as it mingled with the rush of blood in his ears. This was stupid. This was so bloody stupid.

He hit call.

Ron held his breath, cupping the phone to his ear. The line rang and rang, until he started to realize he didn't have a plan B. What if Malfoy didn't answer? What if he had to leave a voicemail? What would he even say? He should've just texted him, damn it.

Then, suddenly, the ringing stopped. There was rustling and a mumbled, "Bloody useless thing." Then, louder, "Yes?"

"Malfoy?"

"Yes, this is ― Weasley?"

Malfoy sounded surprised. Ron breathed out gradually, his heartbeat slowing with it. Malfoy's voice was clear and present on the other end. No looking back. He tried to think of something to say, and only came up with one thing.

"Haven't seen you round the shop yet this week."

"Don't tell me that's really why you called." Malfoy sighed, trying to sound put-upon, but Ron could hear the hint of nerves underneath. "If you must know, that would be because I found what I'd been looking for."

"I know."

There was a sharp intake of breath on the other end. For a moment, Ron thought Malfoy might hang up. But then he cursed quietly. "Damn that brother of yours. Incorrigible."

So it really was true. Charlie hadn't just been taking the piss. Ron felt a warmth flare up in his belly, spreading down to the tops of his thighs.

"Try growing up with him. And the twins? Now that's a real nightmare."

"I was trying for discreet, but you were always there."

Ron leaned further back against the wall, staring up at the dark ceiling above. He thought of all those times Malfoy had dropped in at the shop, only to hurry out again if Ron ever came too close. Malfoy had jumped at the chance when Ron had been called away to the back that day.

Malfoy cleared his throat. "Well. You know. So what, then? Looking to mock me for it?"

"You always assume the worst with me. Why is that?" Although Ron couldn't exactly blame him. He hadn't given Malfoy much else to go on in years past. Neither of them had. "No. No, I was calling because…" Why had he been calling? It had seemed such a natural thing when he'd asked Parkinson for Malfoy's number not five minutes ago. "I was curious. If there was, er." He waved his free hand, searching for the words. Nothing sounded right. "Any particular reason for it."

Malfoy laughed ― a short bark of a sound. "I mean, obviously yes. It's a sex toy, Weasley."

Ron snorted, taken aback. "That's not ―"

"Actually, I thought it'd make a nice statement in the middle of my dining table. It would be an excellent conversation piece for dinner parties."

"For fuck's sake, Malfoy, I didn't ―"

A chuckle rumbled through from the other end of the line. There was that snark again. Merlin, it made Ron hot, his skin blooming from his collar up to his ears. He chewed his lip, pulling back the grin that threatened to spread across his face.

"I only meant ― was there a reason? That you'd picked mine?"

The line suddenly went quiet. Ron had to check his phone just to make sure the call hadn't dropped.

When Malfoy finally replied, his voice was soft, uncertain. "What would possess you to call and ask me that?"

Ron breathed in slowly, his hand tapping an incoherent rhythm on his thigh. "Well, I'm a bit pissed, to be honest," he admitted, still feeling the slight burn the Simison had left in his throat.

Malfoy didn't say anything more at first. The lamp above buzzed as the faucet continued to drip. Ron could hear the noise from the pub pressing up against the other side of the door.

Then, Malfoy said, "Maybe there was."

Ron felt his heart jump into his throat. "Was what?"

"A reason why I bought it," Malfoy said slowly, deliberately. "Figure it out, Weasel."

Oh, bloody hell. Ron took a shaky breath. Every nerve felt like it was on fire.

"And...how was it?" Ron heard himself ask as if from very far away.

Even over the din of the music beyond the bathroom door, he could hear Malfoy swallow. "It was good."

"Oh, ta." Ron chuckled despite himself.

"No, I mean...Bugger." It was nice hearing Malfoy so flustered. A rare occurrence, and one that the little fluttering pixie in Ron's stomach very much wanted to repeat. "It was brilliant, alright? Happy?"

Brilliant. The word tingled down Ron's spine. For some reason, he couldn't wipe the smile from his face. Bloody hell, was this really happening? He thought of fleeting insults thrown in the school corridors all those years ago ― then he thought of a night just a few months ago, the look in Malfoy's eyes as Ron told him about the shop.

"You wrote a song about me once, if I remember correctly," Ron said, feeling deliriously happy.

"I suppose I did." Malfoy sighed.

Ron's eyes flicked to the door, to the noise of the crowd beyond. "Why didn't you want me to know?"

"Oh, please, Weasley," Malfoy said bitterly. "Pick a reason."

"I know, but ―" Ron tried to argue, but Malfoy cut him off.

"You don't owe me anything. It would be incredibly unfair for me to expect you to be interested in return."

Ron supposed that was fair enough. He'd had similar feelings towards Malfoy until very recently.

"I would be, though. I mean ― I am."

Saying the words out loud gave them a weight Ron hadn't felt before. He let them roll off his tongue, flattened the tip of it along his lips as he thought about flashes of icy blond hair, high cheekbones, and long fingers swirling around the rim of a glass. He thought of the moment he'd finally realized Malfoy had been looking back.

"Oh." Malfoy paused, seeming surprised by that revelation. "Good to know."

Malfoy fidgeted. Ron listened intently, hearing the breath he released and the scrape of his fingers against his mobile.

"You wouldn't ― ah." Malfoy caught himself, and Ron waited for him to continue, his ears ringing. "Would you want to��?" Malfoy trailed off, finishing his thought with a scoff.

"Would I want to what ― oh."

Oh.

Ron swallowed hard. He wanted to believe Malfoy was asking him what he thought he was asking him, but even after everything, it was almost too good to be true. The long stretch of awkward silence on the other end told him he was right, though, and that made him jittery, his hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck.

"I could be reading too much into this," Malfoy muttered.

"No, no, definitely not. I mean." Ron licked his lips, his mouth suddenly feeling far too dry. "I just don't want you to think I expect this."

Malfoy made a sound, and Ron could practically feel him rolling his eyes on the other end of the line.

"Oh, so you don't ring up every person who buys a model of your cock and ask them how they enjoyed it?"

"What? No, of course not!" Ron stopped, realizing, and laughed at himself. "You're joking. That was a joke."

"Terribly clever, this one."

A sudden jiggling of the door handle made Ron jump, almost dropping his mobile in the process.

"Occupied!"

He fumbled with the phone, his heart thudding wildly. When he put it back to his ear, Malfoy was laughing. The sound made Ron feel weak in the knees.

"Where are you?" Malfoy asked, still snickering.

"In the loo at the Dragon's Head."

"Oh, of course." Malfoy sucked his teeth contemplatively. "Hang on. Is there anyone in there with you?"

Another frustrated turn of the door handle.

"It's a single."

"Good." Malfoy lowered his voice conspiratorially. "Do you want me to use it?"

Ron pressed his hand flat against the door, waiting until he heard the bloke give a huff and storm off. "Use what?"

"Your dildo, Weasley."

The silken drawl of Malfoy's voice spread like gooseflesh across Ron's skin. "Right now?" he asked incredulously, although he was already half hard at the thought.

"I could give you an exclusive product review. Unless you don't want to."

"No, I do!" Ron replied quickly, and Malfoy laughed again, making him blush.

"Eager, are we?"

"Yes." Ron passed a hand over his face, trying to laugh as well, but it came out shaky. Merlin, it had been all he could think about for the past few days. Still, he'd never imagined Malfoy would offer it outright. "Just didn't take you for the phone sex type."

Malfoy hummed. "You caught me in a randy mood. Now how do I ― ah, right."

Ron assumed he'd been put on speakerphone, as there was now an echo. He dug out his wand for a moment and cast a quick Silencio on the bathroom. It was a wonder how he had the brain power to spare, when all the blood in his body was suddenly rushing to his cock. He could hear Malfoy fumbling for something on the other end.

"Where are you?" Ron asked in return, trying to distract himself from the heady thrum of anticipation.

"In bed. Naked," Malfoy added with a hint of a smirk in his voice. Ron groaned, shutting his eyes against the image of Malfoy stretched out on soft sheets, hard and waiting for him. Merlin, had he been naked the whole time they were talking? Ron pressed the heel of his palm to the crotch of his jeans.

Malfoy went silent for a moment, until there was a faint intake of breath. His bed creaked distantly in the background.

Ron licked his lips, cupping his hand around the solid, hot line of his cock under his trousers. "Are you prepping yourself?"

"Of course." Malfoy breathed out steadily, the bed creaking again. "You're bigger than I thought you'd be. Although I'd always wondered."

Fucking hell. Ron arched against his hand. Was he really going to get his cock out in a pub toilet? The last shred of his resolve melted away when he heard Malfoy moan, low and guttural, a sound that shot straight through Ron, all the way to his toes. He imagined Malfoy laying back, his knees bent up, and slick fingers down between his legs, pressing in and out of his puckered hole. Ron was switching the phone to his left hand before he could give it a second thought. He flicked open the button on his jeans and pushed his pants down to hook under his balls, taking himself in hand.

Ron rolled his hand down over his length. Malfoy's breath hitched, and he cursed, the bed shifting with him. Ron caught his lip between his teeth, wondering how many fingers he had in him. He imagined himself leaning over Malfoy on the bed, licking a hot stripe along his neck as his hand worked him open, his thighs falling open as he settled between them.

"Fuck, I needed this," Malfoy breathed. Ron moaned, pulling his foreskin back and rubbing over the weeping head of his cock.

Malfoy muttered a Cleansing charm, and then a drawer was pulled roughly open nearby. Ron heard Malfoy pick up the phone, moving and setting it down again as he bounced on the bed, adjusting himself.

"Are you ―?" Ron wanted to ask, but he couldn't finish the thought, left hand gripping the phone hard as he tried to steady himself.

"Yes, gods."

Ron paused, listening as Malfoy shifted and panted on the other end. He didn't have to ask when it was fully in. He knew the moment Malfoy's breath faltered, the gasp he gave sending shivers down Ron's spine.

Malfoy huffed, the sound so loud to Ron's ears as the whole world funneled down to a point, to this moment as he listened to Malfoy move the toy inside of himself. He moaned, and Ron thought he could hear the squelch of lube on the other end of the line as it entered him.

"Talk to me, Weasley."

Malfoy sounded wrecked. It was enough to make Ron's toes curl just to hear it. It was almost too much to handle ― the idea of Draco Malfoy being thoroughly fucked out by a dildo modelled after Ron's own cock. Ron's head thunked back against the wall. His hand trembled a little as he began stroking himself again.

"Get on your knees for me," he said softly.

Malfoy swore. Ron heard him flip over, his panting breaths suddenly closer to the receiver. In his mind, he could see Malfoy bent over the bed, arse in the air and cheek pressed against the mattress, lips rosy and parted. He imagined himself knelt behind Malfoy, hands gripping his slender hips.

"There's, uh." Ron swallowed. "There's a self-shagging feature. If you want. The spell's ―"

"Oh, we're well acquainted."

"Fuck," Ron moaned. No way he was going to last like this. He rocked his hips, thrusting into the tight circle of his fist. Malfoy sounded like he was trying to collect himself, even as his voice broke on the last word. Ron couldn't begin to explain why that aroused him so much, but he didn't care, already speeding up his hand as it flew over his cock.

Malfoy cast the spell, and Ron felt his cry as the toy began to move on its own. The bed gave a jolt under Malfoy's weight. He gasped again, and Ron heard his fingers scrambling across the sheets.

Ron could almost see it. He imagined Malfoy's bowed back, his knees slipping and spreading apart, his toes curling. The bed creaked with each movement. A dildo of Ron's own making, Malfoy arching back onto it as it fucked him down onto the mattress. Merlin, he should've known Malfoy would take it so well, his eyes rolling back as he listened to the sounds Malfoy made as it thrust into him.

Ron closed his eyes and felt like he was sitting in the room, watching the whole show, watching a copy of his cock pound into Malfoy again and again. The pub outside the bathroom door fell away from him, and all he could focus on was Malfoy's voice and his hand on his own cock.

"Tell me how it feels," Ron choked out, wanting to hear it, see it, touch it, to watch Malfoy unravel under Ron's hands and cock, to capture each cry with his tongue.

Malfoy groaned. "So ― good ―"

"Tell me," Ron rasped again, thrusting his hips forward into his hand. "Tell me ― ah ― how good it is."

"It's so ―" Malfoy cried out, his hands skittering over the sheets. "So good ― so big ― I ―"

"Fucking hell, Malfoy."

At that point, Ron didn't know if he wanted to be watching the toy fuck Malfoy or if he wanted to take over for it. Was he really getting jealous of a dildo? He wished he was there. He wanted to tell Malfoy as much, but he couldn't manage it, instead moaning loudly as he felt his balls begin to draw up against him.

"Fuck, Weasley, you're gonna make me come," Malfoy whined, his posh accent slipping. 

Holy shit, and that was what did it. Ron made a gut-punched sound, his wrist flicking over the head of his cock. He was coming almost before he'd even realized. He barely had the presence of mind to do anything about it before the first spurt had dribbled onto the floor. He pushed off the wall and lent forward, pumping the remainder into the sink. He heard Malfoy swear, and Ron slumped back against the wall again, listening as he came apart with a shuddering cry.

The line went quiet once more. Ron rested his head on the tiles behind him, closing his eyes, holding his softening cock. For a long time, all he could hear was Malfoy breathing on the other end, his own heartbeat equally loud in his ears.

"I liked that. A lot."

Eloquent as always. Ron half expected for Malfoy to say just that, but instead he heard a very soft chuckle ― and then, quietly, "So did I."

Now that his heart rate was gradually slowing, the noise of the club outside wormed its way back in, reminding Ron of where he was, and what he'd just done. He shuffled his feet uncomfortably, glancing at the door when he heard a chatty couple pass by. How long had he been in there? Were the others looking for him?

Another person suddenly banged on the door, and Ron started, pushing off from the wall and quickly withdrawing his wand, disabling his Silencio and spelling himself clean.

"Right." He wanted to say more. Merlin, he did. But instead all he said just then was, "Well, I should probably, er, get back to it. You know?"

"Of course." There was rustling on the line, and then Ron was off speakerphone, Malfoy's voice close and intimate again in a way that made him shiver. "Have a good night, Weasley."

"You too, Malfoy."

Ron exited the bathroom, ignoring the irritated look the other patron gave him as he slipped past.

The entire way back to their table, he felt like he was floating on a cloud. Harry gave him an odd look when he slid into his seat, pulling the fresh pint they'd bought him an indeterminable amount of time ago towards him. Ron couldn't even begin to catch up with what they were all talking about, his mind drifting to thoughts of Malfoy, his mobile a leaden weight in his pocket as the night wound on.

#writer asks #dron #ron x draco #ron weasley #draco malfoy #harry potter #hp #fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #hp fanfiction #fangqueen writes fanfiction #fangqueen speaks

[kirishwima]

Your prompts are amazing, may I have a MC, who loves gardening and wants to live in a fairy tale-like cottage surrounded by nature, they are even saving money, however they are willing to give up this dream if it means they can be with RFA+V?

awe, sure! though not my style, i find the cottage-core aesthetic so sweet, and can really see the appeal of this kind of lifestyle ^^

RFA + MC who loves gardening and wants to live in a fairy tale like cottage:

Yoosung:

* Let's be real, when MC describes their dream to him he...doesn't see the appeal

* He loves the city, the amenities that come with living here-most of all the wi-fi, lol, but also the comforts of walking down the street to a convenience store, everything he needs within reach

* Yet...when he sees the way MC's eyes light up at the thought of living this way, how they keep bringing leafy plants and vibrant flowers into their shared apartment, making it into their own little magical place, he can't help but indulge. Would it really be so bad, to live a little further away from the city?

* He's cuddling with MC one day on the couch, when he brings up the topic

* "I was thinking...if we start saving up now, get a fixer-upper cottage for cheap and work on it, I can get a car to drive to and from work-I think we can make it work. Your-your dream, I mean."

* And the smile MC gives him? Makes all the effort they put into this plan worth it.

Zen:

* Oof, Zen..he'd be so split when thinking of MC's cottage dream.

* He wants to give them the world, and for him, these aren't just empty words. If MC asked him for the moon he'd find a way to bring it to them.

* Besides, he sees the appeal of this kind of a life. Being able to wake up every morning, away from the hustle and bustle of the city, no more sounds of motorcycles outside waking him up in the middle of the night, the view of a beautiful garden, grown and tended to by MC greeting him each morning...yeah, he sees the appeal.

* On the other hand, it's not so easy to just pack up their life and move into a cottage. He still has to be in the city every day for filming and practice, has to attend meetings and meet + greets...he could use the motorcycle to travel, but that'd hardly be convenient for them both.

* So he makes a decision.

* One day he comes home, twirling a set of keys between his fingers.

* He'd sold his motorcycle, bought a car-big enough to be able to fit a bunch of their belongings in the back, since a lot they'd be selling, buying new ones together to furnish their new home.

* It's not that he ever felt forced to do this-he just...knew it was time to take the next step.

* And lo and behold, only a year later, he wakes up every morning, the view outside the bedroom window-his and MC's bedroom, being the sight of the garden MC has been tending, MC sleeping quietly besides him. He wouldn't trade this for the world.

* ((Also I can definitely see him having a dog?? It'd be so cute, him coming back home from work to be greeted by his beloved MC and a big fluffy doggo jumping on him with joy ;u;))

Jaehee:

* YES YES YES

* At first she's hesitant-living in the city's all she's ever known, and what MC dreams of sounds...well, just like a dream. Too good to be true.

* Where would they find a cottage? How far from the city would it be? What's even the price range for one?!

* Yet she's so open to the idea-they've already pretty much made Jaehee's balcony a mini-garden, and she loves tending to it as much as MC so...if they were to have a garden, perhaps a vegetable patch in the back, MC's favorite flowers at the front of the house...being able to cuddle in front of a fireplace, living in nature, away from the hectic life in the city...would it be so bad?

* It doesn't take long for her to start looking up houses they could move into, imagining how the shared space between her and MC would be like, smiling at the thought of it-their space, not 'Jaehee's aparmtent that MC now lives in too'-she loves the sound of it much better than this.

* Soon they find the perfect space-a cozy home, further away from the city-in fact they move besides a smaller city, something between a city and a village, really, just far away enough to feel secluded, yet close enough to be able to walk to town each morning.

* They're quick to open up a coffee shop in town, a small cozy space usually frequented by locals, and the occasional passer-by who's travelling through the town. Oftentimes the rest of the RFA will visit them, and well-it's everything both MC and Jaehee could've dreamt of.

Jumin:

* Jumin...he's a little confused, but he's got the spirit

* When MC opens up to him, describes their dream home, he hums. "We can buy a cottage, visit it whenever you want-have someone tending the garden when we're not there so it doesn't wither"

* MC appreciates the sentiment but...it's not what they want. They explain to him that it's not the home that matters, so much as the lifestyle. They want to tend to the garden, want to grow their own vegetables and produce, want to be able to live off the land, keep the busy city lifestyle at bay-not to bar it completely, obviously, just...distance themselves from it.

* Jumin tries to understand, he really does, but for someone who only occasionally goes to a grape farm to relax and then come back to his usual routine it's not easy. It sounds far too idealistic...and in Jumin's case, it is. He would love nothing more than to live in a cottage with MC, but they both know with his work, that's far from feasible.

* He hates how easily MC agrees, how they seem so okay with letting go of their dream-all for Jumin, he...he certaintly doesn't feel like he deserves it. They reassure him that he does, that they love him and just want to be with him, regardless of the where, but still, he can't help but feel bad, wanting to offer to MC everything they could ever ask for.

* Eventually they come to a compromise; they buy a cottage together, with plenty of garden space for MC to work their magic on, where they'll spend all of their free time together. MC refuses to go there when Jumin won't be able to join them, and it warms his heart, to know they want to share this dream, this joy with him...so he does his best to get as much free time as possible (even when poor Jaehee begs him not to lmao)

Seven:

* Um??? Y'all I think that'd be his dream too???

* I know we talk about Saeran a lot and obviously, with Saeran there's no question that he'd be 100% down for this, but Seven...he wants a place to call home, a cozy place for him and MC where he can lay down roots, and I feel like, after getting away from his line of work, he'll want less to do with technology, probably will want to keep his home a little 'smart-less'. No need for talking doors and fancy security systems, not anymore.

* Not to say he'd go completely off the grid-I'm sure that even if the two move into a secluded cottage, he'll still find a way to secure the perimeter, still wary from his past, still afraid of what might come to catch up to him. Plus...he'd definitely have an office/gaming room in there lol, definitely would find a way to get the fastest Wi-fi available even in the countryside.

* But he'd love to learn about gardening, would create fun gadgets to help MC with watering and caring for their plants. I can absolutely picture it, him crouched down over a small growing bud in the dirt, pure joy on his face as he turns to face MC with a proud grin saying 'Look! I planted this one and it's growing!'

* Just. A homey life with Seven. AAAAA :')

V/Jihyun:

* Listen. Listen I know I'm biased towards him, BUT picture this:

* MC and V buy a fixer-upper of a cottage; it's in a state of disrepair, the wood moulded in places, no electricity nor running water connected to it, what was once a garden is now a dry mess of twigs and dirt-

* But they both look at each other, smile, and know-this is the one for them.

* Each venture into the cottage is like a date, laughing as they pull out planks of wood, replacing them with new ones, trying their hand at working out the electric panel themselves-poor Jihyun tries his best but eventually gives up, sighs, and with slumped shoulders calls Seven-who needs an electrical company when you got a tech genius of a friend?

* It's a slow run, but soon the fundamentals are fixed, the walls are painted, the wood is clean and solid-MC takes care of the most work concerning the garden, reviving it back to life. While at first they just clean the mess and lay new dirt, they soon see the fruit of their labor grow as buds spring to life, as flowers they planted bud, a climbing rose latching onto the side of the house.

* Eventually it's not a house, but a home, the way the sunrays hit through the window-panes, how little dust particles dance in the sunlight; it's the exact opossite of a minimalistic house, there's trinkets in every available surface, the top of the fireplace is littered with things the two of them have collected during trips and travels-ranging from weird-looking sea shells to gorgeously crafted souveneirs, photos of them and their loved ones adorning the walls. There's always a messy blanket or two draped over the couch, from the late nights they spend cuddling and reading or just chatting with one another. The kitchenette has a whole rack full of spices, a myriad of plants on the windowsill-most are herbs used for cooking, ones that Jihyun still has a hard time differentiating between-it's not uncommon that he'll put mint instead of thyme into his cooking, still...it tastes good, because it's cooked with love, and care.

*It's everything they both could ever dream of.

-masterpost-

#listen..V could ask me to move with him to antartica and id already be packing my bags no questions asked #any home with this man would be full of love and joy AND I STAND BY THAT #asks #anon #sry i went overboard with his hope u dont mind :3 #txt #fics #fanfics #mystic messenger #mystic messenger fanfic #mysme #mysme imagine #mystic messenger imagine #mysme reactions #707 #luciel choi #saeyoung choi #saeran choi #mysme unknown #mysme ray #yoosung kim #jaehee kang #jumin han #jihyun kim #burrito stuff #burrito talks #tag later

[topherfoxtrot]

Seeking comfort ✨

I've been having some tought couple of weeks and wanted to imagine some comfort interactions with my comfort character John Walker. Hope y'all enjoy it. I'll try my best as usual. The reader is gender neutral and this fic is sfw. Mention of death of a relative.

It's been a month since half the population of the universe got snapped by Thanos. I've received a sudden promotion. I should be happy about it but I wasn't. My promotion, like the promotions of many of my coworkers was only a reminder that the previous person on the job was not longer part of existence. They were not dead, they simply vanished. They turned to dust. Stopped existing altogether.

I left my workplace at five. The bus had less people than it used to. There used to be those "familiar strangers", those people you don't actually knew but who were still a part of your routine because you shared a bus ride everyday. Now the bus was full of unfamiliar strangers again. According to the avengers the choice was random. I wonder if in some places no one got dusted at all. If some families were somehow still intact.

I tried not to think too much about it. Tried to focus on the present and on those who remained but it was just impossible. Everything reminded me of the snap in one way or another. Like my home. Coming home from work used to be good, my parents would be watching tv, and my dog would jump in my legs. My dog and my father got dusted. My mom didn't, but she was in the car with my dad. She wasn't quick enough to grab the wheel.

Now my home is just me. It has been for a month now but I still can't get used to it. The walls feel so cold and abandoned. So empty all the time. I got hit by a sudden urge not to go home. On the bus window I saw the city lights and the people walking around. I saw Custer's Grove High School, the school I attended as a teenager. I left the bus in front of it.

It was already dark so there was nobody there and the lights were all off. I walked in with no problem whatsoever. There used to be security guards there, one or two tops, but apparently those were vacant now like so many other jobs all around the world (and galaxy).

My footsteps made loud noises while I walked around the school. On the walls there were colorful cardboards with the names of snapped people. There were also photos and poems and flowers all around. It all felt wack for some reason. Pointless. If there was a heaven those people were not there. Were they even dead?

The football field was still as huge as I remember. I never liked being there. I didn't enjoy the games or the cheerleaders or the mascot. Now though the field made me feel good. Good and bad at the same time. Bittersweet. I sat in one of the stands like I've done so many times in the past. I took a deep breath and the cold air hurted my nostrils a little but I didn't care. It was indeed the first thing I felt the whole day.

I dived my face into my hands and without realizing it I started to cry. The tears flew around my fingers. Even though I knew I would feel better eventually, at that particular moment I felt like crap.

"Tough times huh?" I heard a male voice nearby and jumped in surprise.

The man seemed to be around my age. He was wearing a military uniform, was blond and that was pretty much all I could see with the darkness around us.

"Don't worry" he chuckled, "I won't tell anyone you're crying in a highschool field at night. Otherwise I'm gonna have to explain what I'm doing here!"

He got closer and I realized he also had tears in his eyes even though they looked dry now.

"I'm John Walker, by the way."

I said my name and shaked his hand.

"This is embarrassing." I poorly cleaned my face with the back of my hands.

"No, it isn't!" John reassured me, "We have all being crying. I mean it's the only option at this point."

"You're right. I wanted to ask if you've lost someone but it's pointless. Of course you have. We all have."

We both looked at the empty field for a second.

"I used to study here." I said.

"Yeah, me too. I was one of those jocks."

"I can see that!" I said, pointing at his uniform. We both chuckled. "Where were you?"

"Afghanistan. We all came back because of the snap."

"You were there when it happened?"

"Yeah..."

"War is hard in and on itself. I'm sorry John."

"Thanks." He smiled, "It means a lot."

I smiled back and suddenly felt the need to talk

"Can I vent real quick?"

"Please! This is why I came here in the first place!"

We both chuckled again. I stayed in silence a couple seconds gathering my thoughts.

"It's just that...everything just seems so pointless nowadays. I get up, go to work, come back home and go to sleep just to repeat everything the next day. But I can't find any joy in it because the people I would like to share this routine with are now gone. You understand me?"

"Yeah, totally!" John sighted, "I'm just so glad my girlfriend is still around."

"Your girlfriend didn't get snapped? You're one of the lucky ones, I see."

"Hardly!" John chuckled while tilting his head, "I mean I love her don't get me wrong!"

"Of course!"

"...But looking at the circumstances. It's all fucked up. I wanted to ask her hand, you know?"

"Oh my gosh really??"

"Yeah yeah I even bought the ring already."

He stopped talking and I felt the "but" building itself inside his head.

"But...?" I whispered.

"But..." He snapped his fingers and the gesture actually sent a shiver down my spine. "Not the best time for a party is it now?"

I took a deep breath.

"I just feel so lost."

"Me too."

"I had everything planned out, you know? But suddenly all my family is gone and I don't even now how my life is going to be next week. I don't feel safe or organized in any way."

I felt John touch his shoulder on mine. I appreciated the gesture and smiled. Abusing of his kindness I placed my head on John's shoulder. He shifted to a more comfortable position for both of us.

"I miss before." I said, "The world wasn't perfect by any means but waking up in the morning surely felt so much easier."

"I agree."

John and I stayed there for a while enjoying each other's company and silent comfort. Eventually I took my head off his shoulder. My chest felt lighter.

"You're a true hero John Walker."

"Please don't thank me for my service!" He smiled.

"Don't worry I won't. I will thank you for being here tonight. It feels good to share the grief."

"Thank you for being here tonight!" John replied, "I agree with everything you said."

I smiled at John and he smiled back. We hugged each other really tight and went to the bus stop together. And this is the story of how I cried in front of captain America that one time. Before he was Captain America of course!

#john walker #john walker positive post #Wyatt Russell #tfatws spoilers #FoxtrotFanfic #us agent

[remmushound]

Bay/rise 46!! @errorfreak88 @brightlotusmoon @digitl-art-monstr @selfindulgenz @dakotafinely @yarchurr @sprinklestheditty @sententiously-sarcastic

Content warning! Mentions of death and suicide

Shredder was fighting with everything he had to free himself. He thrashed around, spinning as much as the tight containment would allow. If anything, he looked like a housecat in a carrier on its way to the vet. The families from both worlds gathered around the containment, much to Shredder’s furious frustration as he tried to slash himself free, but the containment held firm.

“Release me at once!” He snarled, pressing his muzzle to the clear door that didn't quite look to be glass; it had a more pinkish tint, like everything else in this place did.

Mikey and Raph looked at each other, and then looked at Shredder. “NAW!”

“April!” Leo ran to O’neil’s side as she finally removed her disguise, then looked beside her with a more confused look when he saw Casey. “Casey? How are you here— how are you breathing?”

O’neil opened her mouth to show what looked like gum on her tongue. “The other Donnie made these.”

All eyes fell wide on Donatello.

“What? I had a few hours while Leo was coming up with a plan.” Donnie shrugged, “They’re just prototypes. You can keep the rest if you want— I got a dozen more of the things.”

“But how did you—?”

“It’s easy! You mentioned that they shouldn’t be able to breath in here and i figured it was because of the weird properties of the air, but clearly we could breathe here, and so could my April so I took swabs of all of our mouths and then I took a swab of their mouths, compared the differences, and isolated the isotopic signatures that they didn't have and applied that knowledge into creating a gelatin-based supplement, and I gave their bodies a few hours to process the change, and then tested it by putting them near Leo’s rift where the atmosphere’s of both places merged and they were doing just fine so I deduced that my genius worked and we followed through with the plan. Any questions?”

“Several.” Mikey raised his hand.

“Write em down when we get home and I’ll answer them then.”

“Hey— you ain’t got yo uh… shell thing on.” Raph commented when he came behind Donatello.

“Yes— it didn't work with the plan. I needed to make him think I was Leo. Colored lenses, man I tell ya, they’ll change the world! My battle shell’s back home so I’d really like to get back there like ASAP because I am feeling highly anxious right now.”

“For a second there I didn't even think your plan would work.” Leo laughed weakly and shook his head, “Good idea using Draxum!”

Leonardo didn't answer.

“Leo? Donatello asked.

Leonardo walked closer to the containment cell and placed his hand on it, staring in at the tortured figure of his brother. The creature was Shredder in both mind and body, no doubt about that. The armor, the metal ribs, those sickle claws were all Shredder! But the plastron, and those baby blues eyes belonged to Raphael and to see them on someone else— something else— made Leonardo incredibly sad. He wondered if Raphael could still hear him…? Maybe not. But Shredder certainly could, right?

“Can you hear me?” Leonardo whispered to the tank; his eyes locked onto the blue ones just beyond the barrier.

Shredder gave a low rumble and lowered his head to meet Leonardo’s gaze.

“You can, can’t you? I know your name…”

“I am the Shredder…” Shredder rasped quietly.

“No you’re aren’t. The armor is Shredder. I don’t know if you’re him anymore since you swallowed my brother, but you used to be Oroku Saki.”

Shredder visibly flinched at the name, snarling and pulling his head back into his armor as far as it could go. “Don’t say that name…”

“Why? It is your name, isn’t it?” Leonardo asked, “I know it because Draxum told me. He was just a kid back then, but he knows the stories. The stories of the great and noble Oroku saki.”

“What is he doing?” Leo almost snarled, but Draxum held out a hand for silence.

Draxum watched with the utmost curiosity, his eyes shimmering like rubies as he observed Shredder's reaction to every word being said.

“You led the Foot Clan over five hundred years ago, right? Your clan lived in peace, and you learned from the kappa. They taught you ninjitsu and you brought it back to your Clan, didn't you…?”

Shredder gave the lowest grunt. “I remember. I met them when I was young boy playing by the river. I gave them an offering of cucumbers, and as a thanks they gave me my first lesson.”

“I knew you remembered.” Leonardo said, his heart sparking at the implications of what it could mean, “I knew it! Your clan was so… honorable until a great evil came to your land, and you couldn’t fight it off. Do you remember what the evil was…?”

Shredder gave an evil roar and tried to charge the door, though he couldn’t get much of a running start to do any damage. Leonardo held his hands up in peaceful surrender.

“Don’t wanna talk about it! Completely understand!”

Shredder settled back down quickly.

“You must be in so much pain.” Leonardo shook his head slowly as he touched the glass. “Saki… all you wanted to do was protect your clan, and now you’ve had to fight this dark armor for… for years. You… you’re so tired and— and you can’t fight anymore and that's okay! You’ve been fighting for five hundred years…”

Shredder brought the nose of his armor to touch where Leonardo’s hand was, his eyes still watching Leonardo in a quiet observance.

“You don’t have to fight anymore— at least not alone! But Raph… if you can hear me, I need you to fight harder than you ever have. Please… if you d… don’t… then I’ll have to destroy you and I don’t think I can…”

Leonardo rested his head against the door, the coldness of the chamber like sweet relief from the heat of his body.

“I know it's still you in there. I can see your eyes! And I need you to fight this, because if you don't then you’ll destroy me because I can’t destroy you. And then Mikey and Donnie, our baby brothers… they’re gonna have to watch both of us die. Heh…” Leonardo laughed weakly as he wiped his eyes, a wavering smile trying to take hold of his face. “You hear what I said? Baby brothers. Donnie’s older than me, I know, but… it just felt right. Silly Leo huh?”

Shredder didn't answer.

“And not just them. Our father… our sister… our new friends. They’re gonna have to watch it happen. They’re gonna have to watch us die… so I need you to fight this. Please.”

Shredder stared, his eyes like icicles piercing through Leonardo like knives. Still he said nothing. He didn't move, hardly breathed. He just stared.

“Raph…” Michelangelo’s weak voice rasped suddenly, and Shredder snapped his attention to look at the approaching box turtle. Michelangelo was fiddling with his hands in front of him, his head low and eyes wide and sad. “Hi. It’s Mikey. Can you hear me?” He touched the door just as Leonardo was. “I really really want you back. I miss you.”

Shredder stared intently at Michelangelo. Michelangelo looked to Leonardo with a soft whimper, but Leonardo waved him on gently.

“D… do you remember when we ordered that Lou Jitsu video game and… and I really wanted to pick it up all on my own? You were so scared that I would get hurt, because I’m… little and stuff. I’m your baby brother! But even though you were scared, you still eventually let me go? And… when I did get in trouble like you said I would, you didn't yell or shout at me or anything. You just… gave me a hug and helped me! You didn't try to say you told me so even though you did tell me so. Do you remember that?”

Shredder gave a low rumble.

“Raph…” Donatello’s voice came this time, just as straightforward as ever but with a new, gentler tone to it if that were possible. “Do you uh… remember Mrs.Cuddles?”

Shredder gave a sharp growl and pulled back.

“Take that as a yes.” Donatello cleared his throat, “You know how it was my dumb idea for April to bring the doll over in the first place? Just to scare you like a jerk of a little brother?”

Shredder leaned closer once more.

“You… forgave all of us for it… even though it was our fault that the thing nearly killed our family and all of New York? That was pretty cool of you.”

“Red Rover?” This time it was April’s turn to approach, “You’ve always been a good big brother! I remember back when y'all were still eating dumpster scraps and I’d bring y'all snacks any time I could swing it with my parents. And every time, no matter how many snacks I brought, I never seen you eat one cause you were always too concerned with making sure your brothers got something that wasn’t gutter trash.”

Draxum stepped up. “When Michelangelo er… was helping me to change my ways… you hated me. Absolutely despised me, for good reason. I had done terrible things up until that point. Yet… when your brother orange begged you to give me a chance, you did. You didn't trust me, but you trusted him, and you gave me a chance. I thank you now…”

“And when Draxum threw me off a building and I could’ve gotten really hurt you… you dove right down after me. No hesitation, no panic. Just straight down after me and… and you caught me. I was being so obnoxious that day too.”

“My son… My Raphael…” Yoshi was the last to step up, his ears pressed back against his head as he smiled at the Shredder’s eyes. “I remember when you were small enough to fit in my hands. Oh, you were such a fussy baby! I would always sing you and your brothers the same lullaby my grandfather sung to me. You remember how it goes?”

Shredder didn't respond.

“I would hate babysitting beyond the Bon Festival. The snow begins to fall and the baby cries…”

The pupils of Shredder’s eyes dilated, filling almost the entirety of the dark space.

“How can I be happy even when Bon Festival is here…? Unwillingly babysitting thinking of days after mid-summer Bon holiday. The flurry of cold snow continues… and a baby repeating cries. Even come Bon holiday, what is so joyful, no clothes and no sash for attire. The baby is so irritable to cry. That baby’s crying annoys me. Babysitting for a whole day, or even more. Every day I grow thinner. Wishing to get back home in a hurry across the border. That’s my parents' home…” Yoshi gave the softest laugh as he finished the lullaby and wiped his eyes clear of tears. “Oh, how you all loved that song. I… was in a dark place back then— so resentful of where my life was. But you boys helped me more than I could ever thank you for. If there hadn’t have been the need to take care of you, then I… wouldn’t be here today. I would have… done something cowardly. But I’m so glad I didn't. So please, my son… Raphael… let me help you.”

#let us help you

[killing-all-joy]

Dancing at 2 a.m. in our Pajamas...

I was inspired by this prompt by @sanderssides-prompts that I saw two weeks ago. I write really slow, so here it is now. I strayed a bit from the prompt, but I hope y'all like it! It’s really just fluffy Roceit. [Edit: here’s part two!]

(cw: janus is a swear-snake so swearing tw)

Janus rubbed lazily at his eyes. He was beyond irritated—for some reason, his mess of a brain decided it would be a good idea to wake up after only three hours of sleep. It was two in the morning, it was raining outside, and he had a lot to do the following day. His brain was running on very little sleep, but despite the small number of things he was able to consider clearly in his mind, he knew that he would be unable to return to his slumber without a substantial period of leaving his room. He was very well aware that he had to reach a higher state of awakeness than he was at now to be able to go back to sleep. It would never make any sense to him, but he complied because he hated sleep deprivation.

He trudged over to his closet and threw on a yellow sweatshirt over his sleep shirt. Then, clothed in that sweatshirt, a pair of black sweatpants, and fluffy black socks, he sunk out of his room, deciding not to bother with his hat. No one would be in the kitchen anyway, and he had decided with a look in a mirror that his hair, while fluffy as ever, wasn't too horribly messed up from sleep.

He planned on getting a glass of ice water, watching an episode of Avatar: The Last Airbender at a very low volume, pacing the living room a couple of times, and then returning to his room to fall back asleep.

His mind seemed to only get fuzzier; Janus hardly registered his present actions in any shape or form. He walked into the blurred haze that was the mindscape living room, grabbing a cylindrical glass from a cabinet and clumsily sliding on the tiled floor over to the freezer. He opened the door, flinching at how cold the damn thing was for his serpentine physiology. He grabbed three pieces of ice and dropped them into his glass. One fell on the floor at his carelessness so he kicked it under the refrigerator and grabbed another to replace it. He walked over to the sink, and after three incidents of fingers slipping on the metal handle, turned on the water and filled his glass. He hissed and immediately turned off the water when it started to overflow.

He sipped the cold water so it wouldn't spill onto the floor and walked away from the sink, deciding to drink in the living room. He stopped short at the door-less doorway, finally realizing that against his predictions, there was someone awake at this hour and occupying the living room.

Of all people it could be, it was Roman.

Just his luck.

His brain could hardly register just how unlucky that was. Nor could it realize that sinking out would probably be the best thing to do in that situation. Roman, his old enemy, his friend (ish), his crush: hateful, annoying, funny, talented, lovely, handso-

"Hey."

Janus' sleepy thoughts halted. He tried to meet Roman's eyes, but likely failed because he could only make out the vague outline of a face. He tried his best to show acknowledgement, but was too tired to put much effort into it.

"Why are you awake?" Roman asked from where he was sitting on an armchair.

Janus thought about that for a second, his brain refusing to remember at this time. Eyebrows furrowed, he tried his best to retrace his steps. His eyes then fell on the glass in his hand, thoughts calming as they recalled. Janus held up his water glass to indicate that it was dehydration that woke him and then made a noise, trying to ask Roman the same question.

"Ah yes, dehydration: the more vicious demon in the early hours of the morning," Roman said with a strained smile. He then bit his lip, knowing Janus wanted to know his reason for being awake as well. "I, uh, couldn't sleep. Too many exciting thoughts, too little time...the price of being Creativity, y'know?"

Janus did know. Or, at least, he was pretty sure Fully Awake Janus knew. (Fully Awake Janus could not count the number of times he'd got up for a glass of water and ended up finding Remus setting something on fire at some ungodly hour. To Fully Awake Janus, it would follow that Roman would be similar in regards to insomnia.)

Janus made a noise of understanding, shuffling over to the sofa. He clumsily set his glass on the coffee table (the contents almost spilling as he fumbled with its placement) and collapsed onto the cushions.

“Are you sure that you shouldn’t go back to sleep, Boa Conflictor? If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were sleepwalking.”

When he figured out what the nickname was saying and why it fitted him, Janus snorted. He shook his head to indicate a negative to Roman’s question. “Need water,” he mumbled, taking a sip from the glass.

“Makes sense,” said Roman, moving from the armchair where he was sitting to the sofa next to Janus. “But you should go back to sleep immediately after.”

Janus shook his head again. “Won’t be able. Tried, first need to stuff.”

Roman chuckled. “’Need to stuff’? We better get you stuffing soon, or else you’ll be speaking a whole new language.”

Janus huffed and rolled his eyes. He never appreciated being teased. He was too tired (and perhaps too in love) to be angry, however.

He continued sipping the glass of water, finishing it quickly with no more commentary from Roman. He set it back down on the coffee table, deciding that he would put it in the sink in the morning when he could walk and think like a normal human being (or, well, side). He pulled his knees to his chest; he always got cold in these early hours.

His plan was thwarted, however, when Roman stood from where he was sitting on Janus’ left, picked up the glass, and headed to the kitchen. Janus made a confused noise before he saw Roman place the glass carefully in the sink. When Roman returned, Janus looked up at him in confusion.

“Didn’t havffe, I could’vve mor’hing.”

“Surprisingly, I understood you there.”

“Thanmkh.”

“You’re welcome.”

Janus buried his head in his knees, wondering what he could do that wouldn’t disturb Roman. He figured the prince would be bothered by him watching TV (and also make a lot of comments on whatever he watched, potentially waking the others), so he pondered over other activities.

He heard music start to play quietly through the room. His head lifted slightly to see Roman set his phone down gently on the coffee table. His bare feet then took two smalls steps to stand in front of Janus, where he offered him a hand.

“You said you ‘need to stuff’ before you go back to sleep,” said Roman, sounding like he was trying to mock him but not fully getting that tone across. If Fully Awake Janus were here, he’d say Roman sounded nervous. “I figured, leading you in a dance could perhaps convince your brain to allow you to sleep. Besides, I could use some physical stimulation.”

Janus looked at Roman’s trembling hand for half a second. He then removed his left arm from where it was clasped around his legs and took Roman’s right hand. As soon as Janus’ hand was in his, Roman brought Janus’ hand to his lips and kissed his knuckles. Janus blushed furiously at this and was too tired to figure that he should hide such an obvious display of weakness. He let go of his legs and stood up from the sofa. He lost his balance from the position change, but Roman's reflexes were quick and he didn't let him fall more than a few inches. He pulled Janus to his feet and held him securely in his arms. Janus' face flushed an even darker red than it already was and he turned his head away from Roman, casting his gaze to the floor.

"Look at me," Roman murmured lowly.

Janus complied, despite not wanting Roman to see his blushing. He smiled warily at him, anxiety caused by the possibility of Roman seeing the real reason for his flushed cheeks.

"There we go," said Roman, at the same low volume. Janus noted how he wasn't as hyper or dramatic during these early hours, yet still just as passionate (if not more). "Since you need to do stuff in order to properly go back to sleep, I figured I could lead you in a couple of dances. Unless you think that you would collapse of fatigue like Sleeping Beauty...?"

Janus nodded. "Okay."

Roman grinned, tightening one hand's hold on Janus' waist and moving the other hand to hold Janus'. Janus was allowed a couple of seconds to sort himself into a proper dancing stance before Roman started to lead.

"I sh'ld lead."

"You'd walk into every piece of furniture in this room."

Janus made a wounded noise.

"Only because you've shown just how clumsy you are at this time of morning."

Janus huffed. "I'll st'p on foot."

"I can take it," Roman replied with a teasing smile.

Janus rolled his eyes, tightening his grip on Roman's hand and shoulder so he wouldn’t fall.

"Okay, JJ. One, two, three, four," Roman started counting under his breath to help Janus' walnut brain, "...one, two, spin, four, you're wonderful at this, Snakerella..."

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Janus could feel his brain start to adjust to being awake and a bit of Fully Awake Janus start to have influence in his thoughts. Well, it wasn't exactly "adjust", because it wasn't gradual.

It was just a bit slower than a snap of the fingers.

Nothing was new in his actions, Roman didn't startle them, hell, it was during the middle of a slow song. But without any obvious triggering factor, his brain abruptly shifted into a more awake state of mind. And he realized his situation.

He was dancing...

...in the living room...

...with the love of his life...

...at half-past two in the goddamn morning.

Janus, still a far cry from Fully Awake Janus but with a lot of his mental capacities, couldn't quite remember the exact turn of events that got him here. Things were a bit blurry, events were splotchy, and he could only remember bits and pieces. So, ultimately, how he—while sleepy and filter-less—managed to get Roman "Princey" Fucking Sanders to dance with him was almost a mystery. He did know, however, that the only way Roman could have agreed was if he was extra sleep-deprived too.

"You like this song, Janus?"

He considered saying the truth, that he wasn't listening; or a well-thought-out lie, that he hadn't heard it before but thought it would fit with a playlist he had; or saying that he'd heard it before and liked it very much. But suddenly, Roman pulled him close and to his chest—and he smelled so good and his white sleep shirt was so snuggly and his hair was just inches away and oh so very soft and Janus was in love, so in love and he couldn't help but make a noise of happiness about their current situation instead of answering the question.

"I'm glad you like it."

Janus almost laughed; Roman mistook his noise for one of confirmation, also implying that he thought Janus was still in his state of Properly Out Of It. Janus had an act to keep up if he wanted Roman to continue being so intimate with him, so he decided he would play along—not more than he needed to, of course, but whenever Roman would prompt him to talk, he’d respond how he would if he had just woken up.

More songs went by, their almost-clumsy dancing that they exerted very little energy in doing continuing with it. Roman rarely spoke, but it was comfortable that way, with Roman just holding him as their feet glided across the floor with only the crescent moon as their witness. Janus knew very well that his emotions were senseless and cheesy, especially at this time of the morning in his current situation, but he almost scoffed when he realized that he felt loved—loved by Roman, and loved in a way he had never felt before. It made him feel warm and hopeful, and if he was fully awake, he would probably vomit. Nevertheless, it was a pleasant feeling no matter how much he didn't want to admit it, so he relished in it, soaking up the unfamiliar emotion he figured he would never get again and savoring it as one does with hot chocolate during the coldest winter nights. It was warm and calming, with an underlying hint of melancholy and bittersweetness. Just like how Janus perceived Roman.

Roman and Janus had differences that they were slowly putting behind them in an attempt to advance into a tentative friendship, so it made sense for Janus to think he would never get this again. He was tired, Roman was tired, and he remembered the dashing prince saying something about 'rousing thoughts' so this was probably serving as a release of all the stress that built up in the later hours. Tomorrow, things would be back to normal, but he would never forget.

The song started to slow to a speed that seemed inadvisable to Janus because the song was already quite a slow song in itself, but he couldn't help but acknowledge that the speed was romantic too. Roman's feet stopped taking larger steps and started swaying.

"Sway with me, mi cielo," said Roman in a voice that was practically silent. "This is the last song."

Janus' face burned from the Spanish nickname Roman gave him. Janus didn't know Spanish, but he was able to piece that it might have been a term of endearment. It was late, so it made sense that Roman would slip up like that, especially since he's the romantic side and their current situation was rather intimate. Of course, that assumption could also be Janus' wishful thinking.

"Thank you for dancing with me," muttered Roman, thumb starting to trace circles on Janus' waist. "I needed this outlet too."

From the way Roman phrased it, it seemed that Janus was mistaken in his assumption that he had convinced Roman to dance with him, that it seemed that things happened the other way around. This made Janus' heart flutter.

He hummed, closing his eyes. "M' ple'srre."

Janus peeked one eye open to see Roman's head turn down and smile at him warmly—lovingly, Janus would say, if he didn't know better.

The song started to come to an end. When the last beat played, Roman guided Janus into a small dip. Roman's happy smile as he stared down at Janus was hypnotizing, and Janus knew that he would fight a thousand wars just to see that smile again.

"Let's go to bed, hm? Neither of us wants to be tired in the morning."

Janus nodded. Roman pulled him to his feet and put an arm around his waist. They walked up the staircase together, Janus leaning his head on Roman's shoulder as they walked.

Janus' room was closest, so they paused there as Roman opened the door and led them inside. He kissed Janus hair and slowly removed his arm from Janus' waist.

“Goodnight, Janus,” whispered Roman, pushing a strand of Janus’ hair behind his ear.

Janus kissed Roman’s cheek. “G’nigh.”

He slowly closed the door, smiling to himself. He knew he would come to remember and regret his sleepy clumsiness in the morning, but he would be thankful for it until then.

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Taglist: @somehow-i-got-an-account @justanotherhumanstuff @neo-neo-neo @fander-fic-recs

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Sorry this took so long to finish. I hope you liked it! [Edit: here’s part two again so you don’t have to scroll all the way back up lol]

#roceit #ts fanfic #janus sanders #roman sanders #romantic roceit #sanders sides fanfiction #prompt #ts janus #ts virgil #swearing tw #kill writes #fic

[omniswords]

Chronicles of a Parisian Dumbass 18

i'm sorry this is a few days late!! it's been real Headless Chicken time around here for a number of reasons, but, here you go!

this chapter is also known as, "LUKANETTE SHIPPERS COME GET Y'ALL JUICE: Part 1"

to: Marinette hey… um. hey. just. checking if you’re okay. those postcards came out beautiful.

from: Marinette shouldn’t i be asking you that?

to: Marinette i’ll live. i’m a Couffaine, “chaos” is practically my middle name. …so… how can i pay you? cash? one of those money apps?

from: Marinette just get better 😊 that’s all.

Getting better shouldn’t feel like such a tall order. But like with other affairs, Luka will just say it’s his fault and call it a night.

It only takes a few days for his knee to go from “bulging, throbbing mess” to “sort of tolerable,” and he doesn’t understand how the time is so annoying and yet so relieving. He has to call out of work because there’s no way they—or Juleka— will let him bike or even hobble around Paris with an injury like that. But it opens up his schedule for more band practice. And more chances to talk to Bubbles. Or, more accurately, convince Bubbles that he can still hold his own and shred the setlist to pieces.

And yeah, he tries his hand at perfecting Marinette’s song, but it barely comes out any better. Whatever melody is swirling in his head sounds wrong on paper, and even worse on guitar. Checking the posts of his drafts doesn’t help, either; the likes and comments and reposts have mostly come to a halt, no matter how many times he bumps the latest version to the top of his profile.

He thinks, for the most part, that it’s doomed to live in his head forever. And he hates it. Hates that it doesn’t sound right or good. Hates that he’ll never get to share what he really hears, what he really feels... with anyone.

The best he can manage is hopping on the metro, with his guitar and his amp and his busking license tied around the belt loop of his jeans, and finding just the right stone ledge or just the right bench at the bridge with the padlocks. Sometimes he doodles, strums out whatever comes to mind and hopes it resonates with someone. Some then he takes requests or plays fan favorites, the kind that earns him a smile or even an extra euro in his case.

He’s got to make the money somehow.

One time, he plays by the fountain at the Place des Vosges. For the parents who need something to tide them over while their children ask for balloons and skin their elbows and ride the carousel one too many times. He thinks about angles, and hearing colors, and pear tarts fresh from the oven, and business cards that look like flyers. He thinks about the color blue, too. Ocean blue. But he doesn’t play it. He’ll save it for a better occasion, when he’s not weighed down with cutting deals and combing through backstory that he’s not quite sure he’ll ever earn. When he’s not thinking about Marinette dropping a few coins in his case at the padlock bridge and almost looking guilty about it.

He shakes his head and gathers his paltry earnings for the day into the side pocket of his gig bag, stretches his leg to see if it’s worth putting weight on again. It doesn’t protest too much, thank God; at least he’ll be home before it gets too dark. But the sound of music stops him once he crosses the street. A radio. And it’s playing outside.

And it’s just over his head.

It takes him one moment to realize he’s stopped in front of Tom & Sabine’s, and another to look up. There is Marinette, watering some flowers in a box and resting her chin in her hand. Humming along to the music. when she meets his eyes, it sounds like her. Like exactly what he’s been looking for. Good, and right, and perfect.

And... sad.

The one thing Luka’s grateful for is that he wasn’t standing there long. Instead of fear or panic, he’s only caught up in mild surprise, and to his relief, so is Marinette. He readjusts his weight on his good leg, and he manages a wave with his free hand. “You know,” he says with a weak laugh, “we really gotta stop meeting like this.”

The smile Marinette gives him in return is just as sad as her humming, but harder to read. He doesn’t know if it’s telling her she agrees or disagrees, or if she doesn’t want him to go. Or if it’s something else entirely, something he’s not a part of. “Hey,” she says, leaning over the balcony to get a better look at him. Or maybe just at his leg.

He glances down at it, gives it a little shake, and shrugs in the face of the urge to wince. “It’ll be fine,” he says as nonchalantly as he can. “I’ll be back at work in a day or two. But, y’know... let me know if you’d rather I go busk somewhere else.”

Which, he’ll admit, is code for, let me know if you don’t want to see me anymore. He’s given her enough reasons for her to feel that way.

If Marinette’s somehow waded through to the real meaning of it, she doesn’t show it, and Luka doesn’t know if that’s a good thing. Instead, she leans over to pause her music, brushes her hair out of her eyes, and says, “Do you... wanna come upstairs?”

Well.

He wasn’t expecting that.

Luka can’t get any words out, so all he does is nod dumbly and limp toward the side door. On a better day, he might have been able to scale the bakery and hop over the balcony railing, if all his work on the Liberty is anything to go by. But maybe his guitar wouldn’t necessarily appreciate that. And neither would Mr. Dupain or Mrs. Cheng; he’d probably scare them half to death. Not to mention that maybe this is the sort of stunt reserved for Actually Cool People, and Luka is only ever Actually Cool in the recesses of his imagination or with a guitar in his hands.

Marinette meets him by the side door and lets him in with barely a sound. It doesn’t seem like she’s trying to sneak him in, the way she might have if they were in high school. If she might have even pulled off something like that in high school. But they slip into the apartment with Marinette’s whispered explanation that her father’s closing up shop and her mother’s getting ready for a dinner date. It reminds him, as they head to her room and she shows him how to hoist up onto the balcony, of all the dates his ma tried to go on. And how one day, she just stopped trying, and didn’t shed a tear over it.

Maybe, he thinks as he leaps up on the weight of one leg, he’s built for something like that. Or should be.

Marinette lets him take the deck chair so he can rest his leg, despite his weak insistence that he’s fine. She doesn’t go back to watering the flowers, or even leaning on the railing and giving the city that wistful look he thought was only reserved for Adrien Agreste. Instead, she sits cross-legged on the floor, and she watches him, never lingering on one part of him for too long. Like she’s expecting him to say something. Maybe it’s payback, in the end, for all the times she must have caught him.

“Hey,” he finally says to break through the quiet. “That song you were listening to... Can you play it again?”

She jolts to attention then, nods without a word, makes a grab for her phone. With a few taps, the song bleeds to life with a few piano notes, the rise of a few violins, the thrum of a cello. Luka thinks he’s heard this before, once. The words are all in English, so he doesn’t quite know what they’re saying. All he knows is the blue. It’s electric, it’s swelling in his chest, buzzing under his skin, closing his eyes. It sounds...

Like the ocean.

Like a world Marinette’s pulling him into. Her world. And he’s stepping into it. Just for a while. Or like, perhaps, just for that while, they’re meeting in the middle.

She must know what the song is about. She can wade through the colors and the sound, right to the words, as she sings to herself in accented English, as her voice dips low but not quite low enough, as her breath snags on the notes it can’t hold for very long. Maybe that’s why she seems so sad. Or maybe it’s something else.

“That song sounds like your eyes,” he says once the violins fade. It sounds like what I’ve been looking for.

Marinette looks at him like he’s lost his mind, and maybe he has. But there’s a softness to it. Like maybe no one’s ever said anything like that to her before. Like, secretly, she’d spent years wishing someone would. “What?”

“Oh, uh. It’s...” He can’t tell if it’s the music, or the evening sky, or Marinette that’s making it hard to snap back to himself. Maybe it’s all three. “It’s... that sound-color thing I told you about—”

“No, I—I figured.” Marinette fumbles as she turns down the volume. He hardly thought her the type, but she does it like it’s something she’s done for ages. Like she’s tapping into someone she used to be. “You... think about my eyes?”

Luka can feel his face burning, his stomach lurching. He’s overthinking, he knows it, but somehow it doesn’t feel wrong for him to say, “I’ve been trying to get them right for a long time.”

She gives him a confused look at first, but understanding cracks across her face once he unzips his gig bag, sets up the amp, and sets his guitar in his lap.

“Can you play it again?” he asks. It’s quiet, and unsure, but there’s a tinge of hope to it. “I want to get it right.”

Marinette’s eyes go wide, and her cheeks turn pink under the delicate string lights. It seems like she holds onto her breath for longer than she means to, but she nods, and she does that fumbling thing again as she reaches for her phone. Once those first piano notes trickle out, she looks to him expectantly. That’s all it takes for his fingers to find the strings. For his heart to find that ocean blue. He doesn’t quite copy the melody note for note; instead, he finds the little pockets where his music fits, and he makes it sound a little fuller. A little more like her.

Maybe it’s not perfect. But it’s good enough.

Somewhere along the way, Luka closed his eyes, and when he opens them again, he finds Marinette sitting closer—just across from him, in fact. She’s huddled up with her chin on her knees, all but marveling at him in silence. When she finally speaks, it’s after she’s paused the next song, and it’s only to breathe, “Wow.”

Luka’s not feeling particularly flirtatious; actually, the most he does is laugh sheepishly and rub the back of his neck. “I’m not so good with words,” he says. “But music gets me pretty close to what I want to say. So… maybe I was wrong about not having an angle. Maybe my thing is playing people.”

Marinette snaps out of it long enough to laugh, all breath, and say, “Where I’ve been, that sounds an awful lot like you’re a con man.”

“I’m not a con man, I mean... what people sound like. Their hearts, or... the parts of them that are most beautiful. That sound like that”— he gestures toward the speaker, and then up to the sky—”or remind us that... whatever we’re made of, it came from up there. Somewhere. That’s what I wanna think about, when I play…”

He catches himself and goes silent, but Marinette’s already giving him a meaningful look, teeth sinking into her lip. Somewhere along the line, her face went right to scarlet.

“Me,” she says. “That’s what you were playing in the park. Me.”

Luka doesn’t know how much of him has been discovered, but he keeps quiet all the same. He won’t give any more of himself away. It’s only as he’s about to apologize—for what, he’s not entirely sure—that Marinette cuts him off.

“Look, I… I need to tell you about something.”

He grips his guitar more tightly, because his phone is too far out of reach, and all the alarm bells go off.

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