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altruisticalastor · 2 months

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↳˗ˏˋAlastor x Readerˊˎ˗ ↴

☒ Part One Part Two

☒ Summary: There was no time for doubt or guilt. It was now or never, and you had to play it smart if you wanted to be free, and you longed for that freedom more than anything.The thought of soon being in the comfort of Alastor’s arms, without any restrictions, kept you at bay. Within hours, you would be liberated.

☒ Warnings: fem!reader, she/her pronouns used, happy ending! silly lucifer, vox gets destroyed emotionally, lots of cursing and a light sugestive undertone, angsty and fluffy (a perfect combo) heavily yandere!vox coded, blushy alastor, husband alastor being the sweetest ever

☒ Word Count: 3,545

You awoke to an empty room after what transpired last night. Slowly, you rubbed the tiredness from your eyes. There was a note on your night table- you noticed it as you sat up. It was from Vox.

Sorry, I cannot be here when you wake, sweetheart. Val is being a pain in my ass. So, duty calls. I'll be up to check on you later. There's breakfast downstairs if you're hungry. With love, Vox

The kinder he was to you, the more remorse you felt.

Soon, all of this would be behind you, and that's what you had to remind yourself of.

You took your time rolling out of bed this morning. You dreaded the day ahead of you. As you finished dressing yourself, you caught something in the corner of your eye. You spotted an envelope tucked under your closed window. The corners of the crimson letter lifted from the harsh breeze outside. You wasted no time snatching the tattered note, instantly recognizing the handwriting on the front.

It was from Alastor.

My Dearest, Gather your prized possessions. I'll be here at midnight to bring you to your proper home- our home. Lucifer will nullify the contract you have with Vox moments after I retrieve you. So worry not, my dear. Within hours, you will be free. Yours truly, Alastor P.S. Be sure to burn this after you've read it.

You could hear your heartbeat as your hands shook, tossing the letter into your fireplace. The finish line was just out of reach. You could do this. You hastily began grabbing the belongings you've accumulated over the years, stuffing them into a bag Vox had gifted you for your birthday one year.

As you began gathering your things, the nostalgia kicked in. As did the guilt that sucker punched you right in the gut.

Each item you stuffed into the tote brought back a pleasant memory. Your favorite tee that you wore to bed each night, for instance.

You hadn't a clue how Vox even knew this piece of fabric was so meaningful to you. Nor how he obtained it to begin with. But, when Vox re-gifted it to you, you broke down. He seemed startled by your reaction, uttering apology after apology. Vox assumed his gesture did not go over well. But it was quite the contrary. This piece of home made you feel a little less alone in an unfamiliar place. You cried out a meek "Thank you." offering Vox a shaky smile as you wiped your tears away.

You shoved all of those memories into the back of your mind. The same way you shoved your belongings into the tote. There was no time for doubt or guilt. It was now or never, and you had to play it smart if you wanted to be free— and you longed for that freedom more than anything.

The thought of soon being in the comfort of Alastor’s arms, without any restrictions, kept you at bay. You took a deep breath, slapping your cheeks a few times to snap yourself out of this stupor. Within hours, you would be free.

Vox had been so angry when Velvette called— disrupting his precious time watching you slumber. These moments were few and far between since you forbid him from installing cameras in your room. Vox grumbled to himself as he stood from the chair, ending the call with Velvette after receiving the news about "Needing to get the piss baby under control."

Slowly, he approached your sleeping frame, admiring you. The rise and fall of your chest. The pleasant expression decorating your beautiful features and the hardly noticeable tremble of your fingers at the hem of your favorite shirt.

It was a cute routine of yours. You tended to play with the stitching at the base of your sleep shirt before you nodded off each night. The sheets always slipped down your frame from how you tossed and turned, giving him a perfect view of your little habit.

Vox recorded this moment for his private use. He knew your self-soothing technique was the reason your shirt was so tattered. Vox put the pieces together ages ago. He never forgot the day he re-gifted you that flimsy old shirt.

When you started living here seven years ago, you arrived with nothing. Vox sensed your anxiety from your lack of familiarity. So he had a chauffeur take him to your and Alastor's newly desolate home.

Vox rummaged through your personal belongings for a good while, to the lack of your knowledge. Inhaling your scent; which enshrouded your garments. One shirt, in particular, stood out to Vox. He noticed the wear and tear in the fabric, giving it so much character and conveying a story of its own. He assumed this tee was sentimental, so Vox took it. Hoping that a piece of home would put your mind at ease. He had also confiscated your perfume and other personal garments for himself. But you hardly needed to know that.

When Vox gave the shirt to you, your eyes filled with tears as you offered him a sweet little thank you. That stirred something deep within him. Something dark. Vox's obsession only doubled by the day after that, and for some reason, you were wholly oblivious.

Vox supposed that was the moment he knew his fixation with you was severe.

You took his kindness for weakness, Vox assumed. But little did you know, the love he had for you only made him all the more hostile. If he had you, Vox had no use for anything or anyone else. Plain and simple. You were all he desired— all he needed.

The memories you shared over the years replayed in Vox’s mind as he persisted in his daily tasks. He hoped you had read the note he left you by now, taking the liberty of treating yourself to some delicious breakfast. Vox had the personal chefs make your favorite this morning. He figured you needed a little pick me up after the harrowing night you endured.

His poor little sweetheart, maybe he should visit you earlier tonight. Any moment without you in it was far too long for Vox.

You paced around the ransacked room. The clock read a quarter to twelve. You were in the home stretch. Alastor would be here soon, as would Lucifer. Suddenly, a knock at your door pulled you from your thoughts.

"Sweetheart, may I come in?"

Oh no, this was not according to plan.

Normally, Vox finished his work around two in the morning. He would visit you a couple of minutes after he finished up. But why was he early tonight? Did he possibly catch on to your antics?

"Ah! N-No! Not yet- I am indecent!" You sputtered out. Fuck, this was bad. Really bad. Vox was quiet for a moment before his voice boomed once more.

"You sound- off. I'm coming in." You hurriedly tucked your packed-up bag under your bed, throwing on your robe to hide the outfit you had on. You prepared to take your leave, so your usual sleep attire was nowhere to be seen.

Fuck, Fuck- Fuck! He wasn't this stupid. Vox was going to see right through your bullshit. The trashed room was a dead giveaway.

Vox barreled through the door, making a beeline to where you stood. "V-Vox! Wait-" His slender fingers cupped your cheeks, a look of worry glitching onto his features. "Sweetheart, what's the matter?"

He was too focused on you to notice the state of your room. A shaky breath escaped you as you forced a smile, bringing your hands up to your chest. You waved them in front of yourself. In an attempt to show him everything was alright. Which- it wasn't.

"Nothing- Really! I'm okay, just a bit sleepy. Can we talk more tomorrow?" You forced a yawn. Placing your hands on his chest, an attempt to soothe his worries. Vox gave you a pointed look as he let out a sigh. His hands that cupped your cheeks traveled a little lower. The gentle caress down your neck and collarbones sent a chill up your spine. "Of course we can. Here, let me tuck you in."

Panic flooded your senses as he tugged at the tie of your robe. "I-I'm cold! So I figured I'd sleep with this on tonight!" Your hands were trembling as you stopped him from undoing the knot. Vox looked more concerned than ever from your skittish display. "Sweetheart, you're trembling! Come, let's get you under the covers."

All you could do was nod in agreement as Vox's hand wrapped around the small of your back. He guided you to the bed, and that's when he noticed something was off. "Sweetheart... where's your favorite blanket, and why is it not on your bed?" His voice was even but a pitch lower. You froze in place, not daring to peer up at him. "I took it to get washed! It was looking a little bleak." Your voice was shaky as you lied through your teeth.

Vox's grip on your frame tightened as he slithered his arm down to grasp your hip. His hold on you was bruising as his other hand came to clutch the opposite side of your waist. He swiftly turned you to face him, dipping low to get in your field of view. "Why the fuck are you lying to me?"

Oh fuck, this was the end for you.

His eyes were glowing bright and swirling with anger. A frown was prominent on his monitor. "I'm not! I swear- stop! Vox- you're h-hurting me!" His grip only became more brutal as his face pushed closer to yours. Vox invaded your senses. You felt claustrophobic- trapped. "Lies, lies, and more lies! Utter one more from those sweet lips of yours, and you'll be sorry."

Tears brimmed at your waterline, threatening to spill. Sure, Vox's grip was painful- but more than anything, you were petrified.

"I believe you are holding something that belongs to me!"

The radio static filled the room, as did an air of malice. Vox snapped his head toward your window- met with the sight of his age-old rival, Alastor. "How the fuck did you get in here? I have security cameras lining the entire building! Inside and out!" Vox's grip around your hips loosened from the pure shock of what was unraveling before him. You took the opportunity to slither out of his grasp, frantically running over to your husband.

"Ha! Your sense of security is flawed! You'll have to try harder than that to keep me away next time, old pal!" Alastor laughed bitterly as you cowered behind him. You seized his waist from behind tightly, hands still trembling. "Although, there won't be a next time! Oh heavens no! Not after the way you put your hands on my wife." The radio crackle was more prominent as your husband's shadow tendrils outstretched toward Vox.

Alastor restrained the pitiful man before him. You peeked over your husband's frame. Getting a glimpse of his murderous expression. His eyes were in the shape of radio dials as crimson blood spilled past his grinning lips. "You fucker! You should have stayed away! Have you forgotten that I own your sweet little wife?"

"Uhh... not for much longer! Uh oh! It looks like someone is late to the party, am I right, Malastor? Aha!" You jumped from the boisterous voice filling the room. Your head whipped over to where Lucifer himself, now stood at your husband's other side. The King of Hell nudged your husband with his elbow, looking for approval from his witty remark.

"Malastor-?" You sounded dumbfounded before your husband cleared his throat. "Yes, yes indeed! Now, get on with it, little Luci! Time is ticking!" Alastor spat through gritted teeth, shooting Lucifer a warning glare. The short blonde man scoffed, muttering under his breath about how "He was taller where it counted most!" Lucifer approached an annoyed Vox. He thrashed against his constraints but to no avail.

"What the fuck are you of all demons doing here?" Vox spat, eyes swirling with murderous intent. He was beyond pissed, and it terrified you. Alastor could sense your anxiety and wrapped an arm around your waist. He pulled you snugly into his side, giving your hip a light squeeze.

"Your old pal Malastor and I struck a deal! So no more wifey soul for you Mr. TV man!" Lucifer said in a sing-song voice. Without further ado; The King of Hell's horns poked past his golden hair. Wings fluttered out as a blue aura surrounded Vox. "No! You fucking can't- she's mine!" Vox shouted, tugging wickedly against his restraints.

You watched in awe as the essence of your soul was extracted from Vox's chest. He let out a pained groan while Lucifer held out his palms, gently cradling your soul. A gasp was pulled from your lips as your collar and chain appeared around your neck. Lucifer turned toward you, offering you a wide grin as he approached. "Looks like ya dropped something!" The King of Hell joked, earning a warning glare from your husband as he brought your soul up to your chest.

Gently, Lucifer overlapped his hands before pressing them into your diaphragm. You let out a breathless gasp as you felt your soul lodge itself into your chest. It felt foreign. You had been without it for ages now, so to be whole again was... liberating. With a snap of Lucifer's fingers, the azure collar around your neck fractured in half. It plunged to the floor along with the leash before it withered away.

The waterworks that threatened to spill past your lashline all this time finally slipped. Hot tears cascaded down your cheeks as you let out a small chuckle. "Thank you- both of you." You turned toward your husband. Alastor smiled brightly down at you as you brought your shaky hands up to wrap around his slender neck. You pulled his face low to meet yours halfway. Alastor took the hint, a small blush blanketing his cheeks as your lips meshed with his.

The kiss was tender and loving. Alastor's large palms wasted no time cupping your face. He gently wiped your tears away with the pads of his thumbs. "I've dreamt of this moment countlessly over the years we spent apart, my dear," Alastor whispered against your lips, forehead flush to yours. Your heart pounded against your ribcage from his words.

"Me too, Al. I can't believe this is happening right now." You giggled before Lucifer obnoxiously cleared his throat. Pulling you out of your sweet reunion with your husband. "This is lovely and all, but I upheld my side of the deal, Malastor! So you better do the same, or else I will fuck you!" Your mouth fell agape at the King of Hell's words. Alastor just tilted his head in confusion before you muttered, "Uh... I'm sure he meant to say fuck you up, my love."

"Yeah, that! Wait- what did I say?" You shook your head in disbelief as another laugh escaped you. Who would have thought the ruler of hell would be such a goofball? "Anyway, I'm gonna go! My job here is done!" With that, Lucifer took his leave out the window, humming a little tune to himself as his wings carried him through the night.

Alastor clutched your hand, squeezing it firmly. "Come along, my dear! It's about time you returned to your rightful home!" You nodded in agreement, releasing his hand to retrieve the bag you stashed under your bed. Suddenly, Vox's hand slipped free from Alastor's shadow tendrils. He wrapped his slender fingers around your ankle, pulling a frightened yelp from you. "After everything I've done for you... this is how you repay me?"

Vox's voice was low, wavering slightly. You could feel his glare on you. But you didn't dare to look his way. "Let go of me! I don't owe you anything, and you no longer own me. So give it up." You spat. Alastor's tendril twisted around Vox's arm, yanking it away from your ankle. The pitiful man winced as you took this opportunity to grab your things and get the fuck out of this hell hole.

"You'll come to regret this, sweetheart! You're mine, soul or no soul! And if I can't have you... no one can. Do you hear me?" Vox shouted at the top of his lungs as you took your husband's hand. Not daring to look back at the man you spent the last seven years chained to. "See, that's where you are wrong, chap! My darling wife was never yours to claim! Ha! How pathetic you are. Thank you for quite the pitful display!"

Alastor chuckled darkly as he took your bag for you, hoisting it over his shoulder. Without another word, Alastor's shadows surrounded you both. Taking you to a better place. The last you heard before you disappeared was Vox screaming your name along with the pitful cries of "I love you!" You felt a twinge of remorse for him, but it was fleeting.

The new scenery before you was bright and colorful. "Guys! They're back!" A cheery voice shouted. The Princess of Hell pulled you and your husband into a bear hug. "Oh, I just knew you could do it Alastor! I'm so happy that your wife is now a part of our found family!" You smiled at her words, glancing over to a rather stiff Alastor. You chuckled from his posture before another voice grabbed your attention.

"You two definitely make a cute couple! Who knew Mister Fancy Talk Creepy Voice had game? Kudos, man!" The feminine spider demon approached you before one of his hands took yours. "The name's Angel Dust! A pleasure to properly meet ya toots!" He bounced your hand lazily before shooting you a playful wink. You returned the kind gesture, introducing yourself with a smile.

"That's a pretty name. I'm Vaggie, and it's good to have you here." The petite woman gave you a small smile and a nod from where she now stood beside Charlie. You muttered a thank you before Alastor swept you up into his arms. You let out a small yelp as your arms instinctively wrapped around his shoulders.

"Alright, the meet and greet is over! My dearest and I have some lost time to make up for!" Alastor's grin never faltered as he shuffled out of the foyer and up the steps. You heard a loud whistle coming from Angel and a shout of "Don't break the bed!" from Vaggie. Which caused embarrassment to course through your veins.

You giggled as your husband ushered you into his bedroom. Kicking the door closed with his hoof before placing you down gently. You kept your arms secured around his shoulders as you buried your face into Alastor's chest. You breathed in his scent. Something so nostalgic yet ever-present. Alastor hummed your wedding song into your hair as his hands tapped along to the tune against your waist. "Let's dance, my darling!"

Alastor lifted you slightly, allowing the balls of your feet to rest on the tops of his hooves. You giggled as he began taking broad steps, twirling you around the large room. "Do you remember our wedding, dearest? Our first dance was nearly ravaged by a drunken Mimzy! Ha!" You shook your head at the memory. Husk had cut her off for the night- and let's just say the rowdy woman didn't take that too well. "How could I forget! Husker's tail tripled in size- and Mimzy uttered curses I had never even heard before!"

You both laughed at the memory as Alastor slowed his roll. Gazing down at you with unadulterated love swirling within his crimson eyes. His smile shrunk slightly as he brought a hand up to grasp your chin. "I truly apologize for disappearing all those years back without notice. It wasn't my decision, and if there's one thing I regret most in this world... It's making you feel like I willingly abandoned you." A frown decorated your husband's features. His eyebrows were knit in dismay.

You cooed at him, bringing your hands up to card through his two-toned locks. "It's behind us now, my love. Please, don't torture yourself anymore. I love you, and I couldn't be happier to be in your arms again!" Your gentle words tugged at his heartstrings. A small blush coated his cheeks as your fingernails grazed the base of his ears. "I love you more, my darling." The radio static in his voice was nowhere to be found. It was Alastor's true voice conveying his authentic feelings.

You wasted no time pulling him down for a kiss, which he happily obliged to. Your lips molded perfectly against one another. You could hear your heartbeat as Alastor caressed your waist lovingly with one hand. His other hand remained at your chin, tilting your face slightly with his grip to deepen the kiss. For being a demon in hell, it sure felt like you were in heaven at this very moment.

What was once lost was now found, and you couldn't be more thrilled to make up for lost time with your husband, Alastor.

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kleptoballs · 2 years

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I want the cake

but my brain and stomach are being little sillys

So now i have no cake

#a poem #by me #who has a weird relationship with food #i just want it to be normal #like please just once i want my food to not make me feel like the most disgusting person #like i have one bite. ONE BITE and feel terrible cuz all of a sudden my brain and stomach go #‘haha youre gonna feel terrible mentally and physically now’#like i get sucker punched in the gut with food all the time #i just want it to stop making me feel sick #like my stomach cant handle more than a few bites at a time. max six bites #cuz then i feel full #but in a bad way cuz i left like 3/4 of my food on the plate and i know im not gonna eat it later cuz i have a weird thing with leftovers #and then i feel bad :(#then my brain isnt helping by being irrationally scared of some foods. like i have a list. A LIST. of foods that scare me. bananas are first #my brain needs a break. a vacation if you will away from me. i will be taking donation brains that are better thank you #it also doesnt help that i eat like a muffin or and orange or something and my brain will be like #‘you reached your limit for today if you go past it i will throw a fit and so will your stomach cuz we dont like the feeling of being full’#the feeling of being full is gross. like its not satisfying to me or like a sign that it was a good meal #it makes me wish i had never put any of the meal in my mouth in the first place #my mom wasnt helping either like a few years ago by saying i should eat less and now saying that she doesnt even know what i eat im so picky #like are you proud of me now mom cuz im eating less now cuz my body and brain came to the conclusion that food is gross and scary #like the irrational fear part is really strange like it started a few years ago but like some foods will give me silent panic attacks #i hate it #i hate it here #please make it stop my relationship with food is so stupid it needs to not exist #like some food i put in my mouth and its instant regret like how do i deal with that????????#the answer is i dont cuz i dont know how #im still alive tho so theres hope #stupid stomach and brain issues #i just wanna be like honey senpai and be happy with his friends and stuffed animals and eat cake is that too much to ask

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hotheadedhero · 16 days

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Ok question how would the tmnt bros (all 4) react to someone having a crush on them, and they confess, but the turtle rejects at time... but later on he realizes no wait I actually do like them!

But theres already been like a good month or more since the confession and their crush has been sorta avoiding them by hanging out with the other turtle bros and though still being polite, they avoid like being alone with their turtle crush and try to act like they don't have a crush still(but they do)

Sorry if I didn't write the request right! and thanks for your writing I love how you write the turtles!

Frothing at the mouth. No words. Speechless. Thank you so much anon! This request is absolutely amazing and tugged at my heart in all the good ways, you beauty. So glad you like my writing tyty <3 Apologies for the wait btw :] I might have meddled with the idea a bit depending on the turtle but I hope this is the kind of thing you were hoping for! May even make a part 2 continuation because there was just so much to write, this was really a lot of fun so thank you again :P I let fate decide which version to base this on and we got Bayverse!

Rejection, Realisation, and Regret

Warnings: bad language, grovelling turtles for their idiocy, angst with this in mind, oh these boys are some real idiots

Bay Turtles x Reader

Leonardo

Turns you down as gently as he can but it still feels like a sucker punch to the gut. It may sound calloused but he's a ninja, a mutant, a protector before anything else and that includes being someone's boyfriend. With a constructive discussion on the matter, he can only hope that you understand his position. You assured him that you did.

So, then, how is it that he barely gets a conversation in with you these days? And why does that fact burn a hole in his stomach? This pit, although metaphorical, weighs down heavily on him. Assumably, he’s missing one-on-one with a friend until it truly occurs to him just what exactly is going on. There's a lesson to be learned here, he's sure - a saying that goes around as if taken from an ancient script: you don't realise how good you have it until it's gone. You're not gone perse but you make a point of avoiding him individually. As well-mannered as you try to be, he's noticed and he's noticed the hurt in his belly that comes alongside it.

He thought things were okay, that despite the rejection, you would still be able to comfortably continue your friendship without any issues. It seems he managed even to fool himself. Being so caught up in what it means to be one of New York's self-acclaimed protectors, he was completely absentminded to the feelings that had been bubbling up inside him all along. No wonder he's been losing focus on his training as of late. He has attempted to try and talk to you about it but to no avail. Has your heart really been that broken?

For once, he doesn’t know what to do, or what decision should be made. He’s stuck between a rock and a hard place right now. Who's the one person he can turn to at a time like this? Come on. Who else would it be?

"Sensei, you know better than anyone that our position comes with complications. That we as ninjas are sworn to certain oaths.”

"Yes, the duty of yourself and your brothers is indeed a heavy burden. Responsibility comes with risk and consequence as I am sure you are well aware of by now.” Splinter watches his son bow down as he thoughtfully strokes his beard. "However, sensei, rat, master; alongside all of these things, I am foremost a father who wishes to see his sons be happy. You're in love, are you not?"

Leo’s attention quickly turns up from the floor to his master. How had he figured it out? Must be that parental instinct. Either way, he’s thankful for that in some respect. It makes this easier. Less complicated.

The turtle nods and breathes out, "I am, Sensei."

"That's what I thought." His father lays a hand over Leo’s shoulder before it taps him against the side of his head. "Now, what are you waiting for? Talking to me isn't going to change the situation."

Splinter is right. It's high time for him to get out of his funk and strategise the best way to make amends. He can only hope he isn’t too late.

Raphael

Rejects you thinking it was some sick prank curated by his youngest brother or something. There's no way you have a thing for him. He's a mutant and you're a human. How could someone actually be in love with a freak like himself? That's why he blows up in your face when you attempt to pour your heart out to him. Whatever joke you thought would be funny, isn't.

He may have taken things out of proportion. This much is made obvious enough by the poorly thought-out excuses you make just to avoid being alone with him. Yeah, that's right, he thinks. You should feel ashamed for trying to pull a stupid stunt like that, for trying to mess with him. He's standing firm on his self-assurance. Don't think for a second that he's going to lose sleep over what he said that day.

However, life has a very funny way of playing its own game. It all comes to fruition when you're laughing with the leader of the brothers. When your hand landed on his forearm, Raphael was struck with something fierce. The shot of jealousy to his heart almost takes him for a wild spin but he disregards it for typical Leo/Raph rivalry. Until that night, anyway. This man is tossing and turning in bed, ruminating on that sickly feeling in his chest; losing sleep over it. No. Surely not. He isn't in love with you. This isn't something that's been in the making for however long now. So what if you managed to calm him down quicker than anyone else he's ever known? Big whoop if you used to make a point of checking up on him when no one dared to go near him. It’s no big deal that you’d hype him up and cheer him on before each mission.

Fuck. He's been in love with you this whole time, hasn't he? Oh, you have got to be kidding. This was probably the only chance he had at something close to normal in his life and he trampled over it like it was nothing. That's assuming it was even genuinely meant from your end to begin with. He still has his doubts all things considered. Either way, he can’t just sit in bed and wallow in his head all night. He needs some air.

"What crawled up your shell and died?"

Great. He had hoped to get some peace and quiet. Not that this city knows the definition of either word but that isn’t the point.

"Not now, Jones. I ain't in the mood."

Casey's head rolls against his shoulders and he sighs, "Hey, if this is to do with (Y/n) ignoring you, what do you expect? 'Can't just make someone cry and expect things to be okay after without an apology."

Raph's mask slowly descends and hoods over his eyes, those of which are now staring down the detective.

"Oh, shit. You didn't know?"

No. No, he did not. He really made you cry? Why would you-? Ah. Two things smack him up the head at this moment: you meant every word of what you admitted a month ago and he is an absolute asshole. Despite already living in the sewers, he feels like the scum of the Earth.

That's it. No more holding back. No more being chicken. He might have ruined his chance but he can at least try and make things right by you.

Donatello

Aloof. Absolutely aloof and utterly clueless to the fact that you were even trying to admit your feelings for him. Yet, the way that the whole situation plays out makes it seem as though he had denied you. His head is usually stuck in a book or on one of the many screens that litter his quarters. What can you really expect of him? Unfortunately, this isn’t something that comes to mind nor is taken into consideration when you attempt your casual proclamation. With his eyes glued to his computer, his inattentiveness could only be read as uninterest to which you find it’s probably best to withdraw yourself.

In the weeks to come, it still doesn't even occur to him that you were confessing. The only thing that dawns on him from your weirdly abrupt absence is how strange it feels without you around. You still engage in your regular visits to the lair but are always elusive to his corner. Had he missed a memo? He can't quite place a finger on your change in behaviour. Then he realises just how much he enjoys and misses your presence. Even just how you'd pass by his little section of the lair and do something as small as asking him what he's working on. The small details should always get their chance in the spotlight but he managed to miss them when they were right there in front of him. When you were in front of him.

Subsequent to this steady progression of fluttering heart palpitations upon the thought of you and his drying throat when he tries to speak your way, he decides to take some action. At least, that’s the plan he has in his head. You hardly look his way, so he needs to find a way to gain your attention. There must be some way. With somewhat of an idea in mind, he dials a number through his computer and lets it ring.

The other side of the line picks up and there’s a voice. “If this has anything to do with goons, aliens or whatever trouble you guys have gotten yourselves into, I don’t want any part of it.”

“Relax, Vern. This is something that entirely requires your expertise without life endangerment. I need to ask about women,” Donnie confirms, cutting right to the chase.

There’s a pause. "What-?” Another longer pause and then an inhale. “Can't you just ask one of your brothers or something?"

Yeah, right, because his family of sewer dwellers are so well-equipped for this matter. Even asking for Vern's aid is pushing the boat a little but it's better than nothing - a baseline structure of what to expect is all he needs. The internet would probably be more reliable but it doesn’t include that vital real-world experience.

"You engage in frequent courting. By all accounts, you're the only person I know who has enough field experience to give advice."

This might be giving Vern too much credit but this is a surefire way to get what he wants. Feeding a man's ego can accomplish many things. Call it manipulation of the circumstances if you will but no harm done.

"You know what?” There’s a brightness in his tone, an uptilted cadence in Vern’s rhetorical question. Bingo. “You being the smart one has never been more accurate, Don. Alright, I'll help you."

The notes he takes are unfathomable but he wants to make sure that everything is thought out with careful precision. That's not even taking into account that he needs to muster the courage to ask you out in the first place.

Michelangelo

One would think that this guy would be jumping with unparalleled joy to have someone confess their feelings for him but he's got eyes for someone else. April O'Neil is his one true babycake, his angel face, the first love he had ever known. He turns you down in the friendly way one would expect him to if not a little cocky. Who wouldn't want a piece of the MC Mikey? There aren’t any hard feelings though, right?

Well, no but the sting that follows is still too much for you to handle. Too much in fact that you decide it's best to recoil into a shell of your own and spend less time with the loveable terrapin. Such a shame as well considering you're missing out on your regular gaming sessions together. It probably sucks big time to be rejected but he meant no harm by it. He thought you could still hang out as you normally would. Perhaps you just needed some time. That’s what he reckoned until the days turned to weeks and those weeks to almost two months.

He’s subjected to playing bystander when you hang out with his family, barely getting a chance to have a word with you alone. If this treatment is good for anything, it gives him a chance to spectate and watch how you interact with those around you rather than directly with him. He recognises how much he adores that sparkle in your eyes, the playfulness of your tone when you crack out jokes with his brothers, how you light up the entire lair when you make your presence known. There is this unshakable spirit within you that he somehow never noticed until a few days prior when you took the liberty of playing an incredibly bold practical joke at Casey's expense. Man, this turtle's heart sored higher than it ever has before, which is saying something considering he had to jump out of a plane once.

Well, colour him surprised. He was so sure of himself that New York's favourite journalist was the only one for him but it seems he was wrong. Oh, man. He's feeling pretty bad now. He can surely make up for what happened though, right? Hopefully. There's only one way of finding out but he has one thing he needs to do first before talking to you.

"I'm sorry, angel face. My sights have been led astray. My loyalty shouldn’t be doubted but it’s for someone else now.”

The way Mikey is knelt down, head lowered with April’s hands in his own is a perplexing sight if not curiously amusing. His feelings and the pronounced “dibs” on the reporter have been no secret but his recent infatuation with you hasn’t been much of a secret either. Not to her anyway but she likes to think she’s good at picking up on these things.

“Just know that you'll always have a special place in my heart,” he finishes, ending the overly dramatised display by holding a fist to his chest.

"Considerate as always." Her expression is somewhere between humoured and endeared, fighting the shake of her head at how adorably ridiculous this turtle can be. "Thanks, Mikey."

Now that's out of the way, he can go into this with a clear head. Although, the only thing really going into this is going to be all of his heart.

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gglitch1dd · 5 months

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I don’t know if your still open to the Angry Dilf series (I ate those up btw *chiefs kiss*)

But it would be very interesting to read a one-shot where Reader and Bakugo or Kirishima (or Both) react to finding out their precious daughter has a boyfriend/sneaky link.

Bc I see these two as major over-protective girl dads who will punch a sucker, especially if they find out this guys has been in any intimate/sexual relationship with their daughter.

Just an idea! Love your work, stay motivated 💗💕💗💕💖💞

[This was such a nice idea!! Thank you for bringing it to me, love! I wanted to write for Eijiro for this because he loves his girls SOO Much. I hope you like it!]

An Early Grave

Warning: Some gross talking by a douche bag, mentions of blood, punching, violence.

Eijiro stood in the kitchen, trying his breathing exercises as he tried not to absolutely burst an artery. You had told him to behave and to act nicely, however, Eijiro did not play nicely when it came to one of his girls. He couldn’t. They were his girls, his babies and he would do anything to protect them. And right now, one of his baby girls were sitting on the couch, giggling at something some stupid boy was saying.

Honestly, he couldn’t be that funny.

Eijiro thought he was going to peel his skin off at the sound. He loved the sound of his girls laughing,

But for some stupid guy?

He groaned as he tried his best not to absolutely kick that guy out of his house. You chuckled drawing his attention. You had your arms wrapped around you as you looked at your large husband. He looked absolutely gut wrenched almost as if he was seconds away from being sent to an early grave.

“Mom,” Your daughter had spoken anxiously when she had confided in you in wanting to bring the boy she was talking to home. You were honestly shocked she was talking to you, because Satomi always talked to her father. They had always been close so you never really minded but you knew she was nervous about this. “You know how Daddy is. I’m going to send him to an early grave.” She had slumped forward, putting her head in her hands.

You chuckled. “Your father is going to be upset regardless, Satomi. You know how he feels about you dating in high school.” You reminded him about the talk that her father gave every daughter the moment they were old enough to view boys as anything more than being infested with cooties. “Just be easy with him and it will all be fine.”

Well it wasn’t so fine, because your husband looked like he was about to go dig a hole in the backyard and either bury himself or the boy who currently had his arm around your daughter.

“He literally can’t be that funny, Y/N.” Eijiro gestured with an angry whisper over to you. “I mean, what type of man is he!? He doesn’t even greet me properly. Who the hell does he think he is, calling me just Kirishima?” He asked with furrowed eyebrows, a deep frown on his face. Your tall beast of a husband was clearly ready to kill over this. “I swear to God Y/N I’m going to-”

“Daddy!” Immediately you watched your husband force a smile to his face as he face where your daughter had just entered. She was dressed in a pretty sundress that made her look absolutely beautiful. Satomi had always been on the chubby side but it suited her exponentially as she had a broad smile on her beautiful face, her cheeks pushing up as she looked to the two of you. Her dyed red hair fell down her back. “We’re going to be heading out soon to the park, I’m just going to fetch my jacket and shoes.” She notified the both of you.

Eijiro kept his smile on his face as he tilted his head to the side, swallowing back the pain that sat inside him. You giggled quietly. “Okay princess.”

She looked down at her outfit and held the skirt of her dress. “Do I look nice?” She asked a bit self-consciously. “I don’t want to look much, you know?”

You moved to put a hand on her shoulder with a tender smile. “You look beautiful, honey.” You assured her, putting a hand to her cheek. She blushed as her smile grew.

Your husband nodded as he moved over to the two of you. “You really do princess.” He praised as he replaced your hands with his own as he held her chubby cheeks in his large hands. He actually held a genuine smile on his face as his ruby eyes stared down at hers. “You look wonderful.” He placed a kiss to her forehead making her release a happy excited squeal.

“Okay! Okay, let me go!” She waved before moving out of the kitchen, moving to go to the stairs.

The moment she was gone, you watched your husband nearly collapse at your side, moving to wrap himself around you. You chuckled as you moved a hand to rub around your husband’s back comfortingly. “Aww, Eijiro, calm down. It’s okay big guy.” He let out a grumble, his face buried in your neck. It was almost comedic at how such a big man like your husband, former prohero and loving father with enough love and warm arms to hold the sky from falling on anyone, could feel so small. “This was coming eventually.” You reminded him.

“Don’t remind me.” He groaned as he lifted his head to rest on your head instead. A small pout on his face. “At least Reika doesn’t increase my blood pressure like this.”

You chuckled as he mentioned your eldest daughter who was much too busy being a sidekick and training to be a Prohero to want to date (she was actually so much like her himbo father, she never noticed people hitting on her). You patted Eijiro’s side as you picked up your youngest daughter from her baby share, moving to grab a bottle from where it was being heated. She had already basically sucked your breasts dry but she was still hungry. All your past babies were always so hungry that you weren’t even surprised and always ready for such situations.

Surprisingly, entering the room was the said boy who had been in your sitting room. Daiki had his hands in his pockets as he entered the kitchen. “Hey, Mrs Kirishima, could I have some water?” He asked with a tilt of his head.

“Of course.” You smiled before looking to your husband with a sweet smile. “Eijiro.”

Your husband looks as if you had just slapped him in the face. He motioned to you as if asking you ‘Do I have to?’ You gave him a pointed look motioning to the babbling baby you had in your arms and the milk bottle in the other. He bit back any comment as he stood up to fetch a glass for Daiki, grumbling to himself.

You looked back to Daiki as if nothing had happened. “So, Daiki, how did you and Satomi meet?” You asked him.

He turned to look at you. “I’m in the other management class at UA so we had a project together in second year and have been talking ever since.” He nodded his head.

“Oh that’s cute.” You smiled as you moved to put the nipple of the bottle to your babygirl’s mouth. You turned to your husband who had aggressively put down the glass in front of Daiki before going back to sit down on one of the island stools. “Isn’t that cute, Eijiro?” Your husband just grumbled as he glared at Daiki. You rolled your eyes. “So Daiki, what made you choose the management course?”

“My parents are in hero management.” He commented. “They work for the Hero Commission actually.”

“Really?” You asked surprised.

He nodded. “Mr and Mrs Nakamura, have you met them, Kirishima?”

You watched your husband visibly hold back himself as he gripped the marble counter. “I doubt.” He let out curt and short. You gave him a pointed look, making him sigh. “What department do they work in?”

“International.”

“Then no.”

You rolled your eyes at your husband. Before looking back at Daiki who clearly could feel the tension in the room. He gulped down the water before putting back down the empty glass. He also forced a smile to his face. “Thank you, for the water.” He said. “I think I’ll go wait for Satomi outside.” He motioned outside. His phone started to vibrate. He quickly answered it, seeing it as an escape goat as he left towards the entrancehall away from the both of you.

You looked to your husband with a pointed look. He looked to you surprised. “What did I say?” He asked almost genuinely confused. You ignored him as you left to go sit down and feed your little newborn in peace.

Eijiro sighed. Was he being irrational?

Yes.

But honestly, he thought he could be excused from it. To be fair, Satomi could have brought a man that was a walking saint and Eijiro would still find a problem with him if he were honest with himself. He sighed as he ran a hand through his black hair that had started to develop a few grey strands. He should apologize. He was the adult and Daiki was an eighteen year old boy. He couldn’t lie and say he was probably doing worse things at that age than Daiki is. He cursed your influence on him as he stood up and moved towards the entrance hall.

He was a man of honour and a manly one. If this was the guy that made his daughter happy, he should at least be open to him. He walked towards the door before the words he heard made him stop in his tracks.

“I mean yah, Satomi is cool I guess, but I thought you said she would be easy, man? I mean yah but she never wants to do anything other than make out.” Daiki spoke on the phone, his voice low as he stood on the walkway of the Kirishima’s residence. “Fine, fine. I’ll be patient. Besides you were right, she has too much of a nice ass to be impatient.”

Eijiro couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t think. Before he could even think of being angry he heard a sniff behind him. He turned around to see his daughter standing behind him. Unshed tears lining her ruby eyes as she looked absolutely heartbroken. Her hands clutched to her chest as she fought sobs from her chest as she looked down away from her father. Before Eijiro could say anything her face broke into quiet cries as she ran back to the stairs, throwing her shoes to the side as she raced up the stairs, catching your attention.

“Yah, yah. I’ve gotta go. I’ll talk to you later dude.” Daiki concluded as he finally put down his phone call. He ended the call. He turned to look back at the doorway but froze. Terror ran down his spine as he was caught still like a deer in headlights.

Eijiro stared down at him not smiling, unmoving, his pupils thin as he looked down at the boy who had dared to speak about his daughter in such a horrible and revolting way. Daiki couldn’t move. He felt like he was staring straight at a predator and that the moment he moved was the moment his fate would be decided. It was finally now that Daiki remembered that Eijiro wasn’t just some retired prohero. The large man spanned his doorway and was large enough that one of his fists could equate to Daiki’s head.

He was Red Riot. The unbreakable hero that could quite literally run through solid concrete. A trained soldier who probably killed villains and was able to smile sweetly the next day to the press.

And Daiki was his next assignment to deal with.

Daiki took a step back with a chuckle. “Sir, I-”

Before he could get a word in, Eijiro had swung a hard fist to his face. Daiki had barely been able to stumble back on the floor before, Eijiro was on top of him, his large calloused fists, beating into the boy as if he was nothing but a sack of flour.

“Eijiro, what-” You had just walked to the doorway when you froze. Blood was on your husband’s hands as he broke the kid’s nose. Your husband had nothing human in his eyes as his pupils stayed locked onto Daiki. You gasped as you moved a hand to your mouth in shock. “Eijiro!” You shouted as you ran over to him, your training quickly kicking in before he killed that poor boy. You used your quirk to quickly wrap white chains around him that stemmed from your hand. You rooted your feet into the ground as you tried pulling him off of the boy. “Eijiro! Don’t kill him! He’s a boy!” You reminded him loudly.

Your husband, paused at the sound of your voice, adrenalin pumping through his body as he looked down at the bloody faced boy. Daiki coughed as he bit back a pained groan. Eijiro let out a disgusted growl as he thrusted the boy down against the ground, standing up on his two feet. He scowled down at him. “If I ever see you or any of your shitty friends anywhere near my daughter again…” It was an open ended threat, one that Daiki didn’t need the rest to hear as he could already tell the severity of what would happen to him. He nodded his head.

Eijiro scowled before motioning for him to get up. “Get off my property before I call the police.” He stated simply as he moved back to the front door. Eijiro had grabbed a hold of you, your chains having disappeared. You were pulled back into the house, Eijiro slamming the door behind him.

“Eijiro!” He had finally let go of you as he moved to the kitchen, moving to the sink to wash his hands. “Eijiro!” He finally paused. You put a hand to your hips. “What happened?”

It took a moment before he answered you.

“Nothing that wasn’t already going to.”

-Glitch1d

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daisies-daydreams · 2 months

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Hey, love!

I am here to request a sex pollen story with our lovely Jango Fett! I would love some build-up to the actual act? Maybe like a job gone sideways or maybe a short stop on a planet leads to a situation or maybe whatever you come up with!

Well, whatever you decide it will be good!

Much love,

Maggie

A Small Favor (Jango Fett x F!Reader)

Pairing: Jango Fett x F!Reader Category: Smut (with a hint of angst) Warnings: Depictions Blood/Wounds, Aphrodisiacs/Sex Pollen, Consensual Sex, Unprotected P in V Sex (You Know the Drill), Dirty Talk, Nipple Play, Squirting, Cowgirl Position, Missionary Position, Multiple Creampies, Multiple Orgasms, Swearing, Mentions of Infertility Word Count: 4.1k+ A/N: Hello dear! Thank you so much for your fun request (we both know I'm a sucker for sex pollen fics lol). Also Lucas allegedly said that underwear doesn't exist in space, so I had to...improvise. :| I hope you enjoy!

This was not how today was supposed to go.

What started as a mission you had been planning with another bounty hunter for weeks has turned into a complete disaster. A streak of lightning cracked over the lush Onderonian jungle as you and your partner, Jango Fett, quietly listened for the gut-wrenching hiss of the pack of Gutkurrs that were stalking you. You tried to steady your breathing as your heart pounded in your ears, the sound of heavy rain and rumbling thunder doing little to assist you in keeping a sharp ear.

Jango grunted as he tensed beside you; the prominent, red gash in his calf making you frown. You bit the inside of your cheek as you kept his arm over your shoulder.

"Come on, Fett. We only have a bit more to go," you tried to quietly reassure him. Your eyes widened when you heard the sound of plants rustling around you as one of the Gutkurrs release a bellowing roar that echoed through the dense, dark forest. You glanced over at the rugged Mandalorian as he wheezed.

“Har’chaak,” the bounty hunter cursed beneath his drenched helmet [damn it]. You remained as quiet as possible as the sound of shuffling grew closer. You shoved the both of you as much as you could beneath the ledge as the carnivores sniffed the air. You felt your heart drop into your stomach as a bright bolt of lightning illuminated their spiny shadows across the landscape in front of you. You leaned against Jango's helmet when a loud crack of thunder rolled over the forest.

"Are you sure your jetpack is damaged?" you asked. You remained quiet as the thunder dissipated, the clicking of the Gutkurr's claws soon replacing the rancorous sound. Jango slowly nodded his head. You sighed as your heart raced even faster when you saw a few streams of mud cascade over the edge above you. You held your gloved hand over your mouth, your body stiff as the insect-like creatures rumbled lowly.

Your eyes darted around the forest as lighting illuminated the lush greenery. Your eyes landed on the familiar glint of Slave I's energy-shield shining past a thick patch of magenta flowers. A tiny pulse of hope shot through your heart as an idea popped into your head.

"Jango," you whispered loudly. The man grunted while the beasts above you skittered about, dragging their sharp, raptorial legs along the muddy ground with impatience. You pulled a flare from your pack, your eyes shining with anticipation as your breathing grew ragged. The other bounty hunter simply gave a short nod, steadying himself against you as you prepared the flare.

You took a deep breath before you ever so slightly stuck your arm out from beneath the edge. The beasts roared and hissed as a streak of red light flashed across the sky, their footsteps rumbling against the soggy ground as the two of you dashed in the opposite direction. You squinted your eyes as you rushed through the patch of magenta flora resting beneath the thick midstory of the jungle.

Your eyes widened when a cloud of yellow dust unexpectedly sprayed in your face. You felt like someone just punched you in the stomach as you nearly doubled over, Jango slipping away from your grasp before you quickly caught him in your arms. He grunted as if he were trying to suppress a cough while his body tensed in your grasp.

You whipped your head up when a lone Gutkurr suddenly rumbled nearby, the reds of its eyes glowing in the light of the storm.

"Run!" you screamed as you tried to steady him against your side. Jango hobbled alongside you as you desperately ran towards the ship sitting in the thick field before you. Your heart raced as the creature's footsteps grew louder as it dragged it's long raptorial legs along the ground. You nearly slipped on a slick patch of mud before Jango grabbed and threw you forward. The two of you panted as he opened the hatch to his ship with the gauntlet on his wrist. Your lungs burned as you wrapped your hand around his wrist and stomped through the tall grass.

Your heart dropped when the Gutkurr roared menacingly as it launched itself forward and opened its wide, dark maw. Time slowed to a stop as you braced yourself to be bitten in half by its razor-sharp teeth...only to open your eyes when you heard the loud sound of a blaster echo through the field. You gasped when the beast fell in front of you with a pitiful groan, Jango heaving as his hand clumsily fell back to his side. You snapped your head up when you heard the rest of the pack roar nearby.

"Hurry!" you whispered loudly as you helped Jango into the hangar. Your heart nearly stopped when you saw a collection of red eyes glint on the outskirts of the field as the door slowly began to close. You pounded your hand against the button inside, praying it would make it go faster as the carnivores rushed towards Slave I.

You flinched and nearly stumbled back when the door finally locked shut just as the creatures surrounded the attack craft. Your chset rose and fell as you ran a hand through your hair, your mind still racing as your heart pounded wildly. You gasped and braced yourself against the wall as the ship began to rock back and forth, the muffled hissing of the Gutkurrs sending a shiver down your spine.

Your eyebrows shot up when the lights suddenly went out, leaving you and Jango in dim lighting as a menacing red glowed through the hangar. The other bounty hunter clenched his fists.

"Dank-" You flinched when the ship shook violently, followed by the frustrated grunts and shrieking of the insect-like carnivores. Jango grunted as he leaned against the wall, the gash in his leg now gushing with blood as he heaved.

You rushed to his side as the emergency lights of his ship flickered each time one of the Gutkurr's slammed their armored bodies against the sides of Slave I. Jango tensed as you gently laid a hand on his lower back, your eyes glowing with softness as you parted your lips.

"Where's the medkit?" you asked, your chest quickly rising and falling as adrenaline coursed through your veins. Jango's shoulders slumped as he tilted his head towards the far left side of the hangar. Your heart pounded in your ears as the ship continued to shake. You frowned as you guided your partner over to an empty seat, his grunts doing little to ease your troubled mind. A trail of blood followed his injured leg as you sat him down as gently as you could.

You furrowed your brows when you laid eyes on his ripped pants, your cheeks glowing with heat as the room grew stuffy in a matter of seconds. You flicked your eyes back up to the emotionless visor of his helmet as you swallowed thickly.

"Okay, um..." your voice trailed off as you got on your knees, your hands hesitantly sliding up to Jango's belt before he grabbed your wrists.

"What do you think you're doing?" the rasped, his breathing ragged as he balled his hands around your wrists. You nervously glanced up at his face as you squeezed your thighs together; the unbearable tension inside you only growing stronger as he touched you.

"I-I need to take off your pants to treat your wound," you said with a shaky voice as goosebumps broke out across your body. You winced as the ship shook again, the lights flickering violently as the creatures dragged their limbs and scrambled alongside the sides of his ship. You tried to take a deep breath as Jango slumped in his seat.

"Fine," he huffed and clumsily unbuckled his belt. Oh, Maker. Your throat grew tight as images of him slamming his cock deep inside your dripping, needy cunt flooded your mind. You shook your head and sucked in a sharp breath as you helped him out of his pants, the fabric falling to the floor and revealing a thin, dark one-piece clinging to his tan skin. You quickly shifted your gaze when your eyes lingered on the outline of his cock straining against his thin body suit.

"Uh...alright," you blinked several times as you desperately tried to suppress the urge to climb onto his lap and ride him until he-

"Just take them off...whatever it takes to patch me up," Jango breathed as he leaned back in the chair and yanked off his helmet. Your eyes widened as you gazed upon his rugged, scarred face. His thick, dark hair clung to his head as he sighed heavily.

You bit your lip as the fabric of your clothes rubbed against your sensitive nipples and slick folds as you adjusted yourself in front of him. Sounds of clanging Beskar plates and shifting fabric echoed inside the hangar as the noises outside began to grow faint. You swallowed the thick lump in your throat as your mind grew hazy at the sight of his thick, heavy cock springing free from the confines of his black one-piece. Your mouth watered as it slapped against the dip of his abs, a large pearl of precum smearing across his sweat-coated skin as he sucked in a sharp breath and shifted in his seat.

You were pulled back to reality when you heard him grunt with pain (or what you assumed to be pain...) and tense in the chair.

"Right!" you said with a strained voice as you rushed over to the medkit hanging on the wall. Your chest grew tight as a heavy wave of arousal suddenly washed over you, the space between your legs growing unbearably hot as you caught your breath.

You shook your head violently before rushing back over, your body shivering with arousal as you threw the kit opened and grabbed a large, clean gauze. Jango hissed and clawed his fingers against the arms of his seat as you wrapped your hands around his gash, putting as much pressure as you could onto the deep wound.

Your walls pulsed when you saw his cock twitch in front of your face, the large vein on the underside of his thick shaft making you wonder what it would feel like if-

"I think you can start cleaning it out now," Jango rasped with a shallow breath. You blinked and looked down at your hands, the bleeding having already slowed down enough for you to start sterilizing the gash. You swallowed and gave him a short nod before taking off your gloves. You felt him slightly shiver while you gently cleaned the wound, as if every lingering touch of your fingers made him sink further into a trance. The bubbling heat inside your core only intensified as you watched the thick bead of precum leak from his slit and down his shaft.

You feared Jango judging you for staring so much...only to see him tilting his head back as he breathed in short, shallow pants. Everything around you seemed to fade away as your core ached with a primal desire - you even nearly missed as you used the field cauterizer to close his gaping wound. Your vision grew blurry as you clumsily put the medical supplies away and sterilized your hands...only to feet Jango's warm palms slide over your shoulders.

"Wait..." he swallowed thickly as a deep red hue filled his sharp cheeks. Your eyes trailed down his rugged chest and lean stomach before landing on his girthy length again. It stood up straight and twitched beneath your hungry gaze as he ever so slightly shifted his hips forward. You whined as he tightened his grip around your shoulders, his dark pupils blown wide as he breathed heavily.

"I need...I need you," he muttered lowly. A bolt of pleasure struck through your core as your eyes widened. You gasped when he pulled you onto his lap, your thighs draped over his as he gripped your waist. You mewled as your breasts rubbed against his chest, your clothed pussy hovering over his weeping cock as he bared his teeth over your pulse.

"I don't know what's come over me...but I just...I need you," his voice dropped several octaves as he growled against your neck. You moaned and arched your back as he slipped his fingers beneath the band of your soaked, muddied pants. You felt him clench his jaw against your cheek as he struggled to contain himself. You gulped and parted your lips.

"Jango...I need you to-" that was enough for him to literally rip your pants off of your legs. Your jaw dropped as your clothes fell into tatters onto the dimly lit floor before he firmly tugged you forward. You ducked your head into his shoulder and screamed when he shoved you down on his girth in one swift, fluid motion.

Your eyes rolled back as his cock stretched your drenched pussy wide open, your cunt already slick and deep as his thick length spread your gummy walls. You swallowed as your cunt fluttered around his shaft as he began to thrust his dick into your burning sex.

“Oh, M-Maker Jango!” you screamed as he bounced you on his cock, your walls squeezing him tightly as your cunt squelched lewdly with every feral thrust of his hips.

"O-Osik," he hissed through gritted teeth as your pussy swallowed his dick whole each time your ass came back down and slapped against his taut, muscular thighs [shit]. You threw your head back as the thick tip of his member railed into your soft, oversensitive g-spot, each tender graze leaving your legs shaking and cunt aching for more.

"Jango," you slurred as your forehead fell against his, your warm breaths mingling while you tried to match his relentless pace. The hangar was flooded with sounds of skin wetly slapping against skin mixed with your combined grunts and moans.

Your eyes shot open when he quickly shoved his lips against yours, your wet tongues quickly finding each other in a sloppy, passionate dance as he pounded into you. You gasped for air when the two of you parted, your lips glossed over with your combined spit as he groaned.

"I want to fill you so badly," Jango growled into your ear as his hands slid down to tenderly squeeze your ass. Your moan rattled through the dark room as the head of his cock slammed against the soft, gummy plug to your womb. "Stuff you with my seed - over...and over..." his breath hitched as your walls pulsed around his veiny shaft. True euphoria pumped through your veins as your core tightened, squeezing his dick in a wet, vice grip as his thrusts began to falter. You whined as a deep, low rumble rose from his scarred chest.

"Yes, yes!" you screamed as your vision suddenly flooded with white. Your body tensed in Jango's hold as your cunt gushed with your warm juices. You babbled and squirmed on his lap as you drenched his inner thighs with your thick cream. Your body trembled as your jaw remained slack, your vision blurred with hot tears of pure bliss. Your body grew limp as your walls contracted deliciously, your mind dizzy and hazy with pleasure as he continued to fuck into your raw, puffy cunt.

You yelped when he released a gutteral groan, his fingers digging into the supple flesh of your ass as his cock twitched deep inside your tight canal.

"Take me - take all of me," Jango snarled as he slammed you down to the hilt, his thick brows furrowed as his cock throbbed against your cervix. You gasped as he soaked your walls with thick ropes of his heavy, warm cum.

"J-Jango," you said with a hoarse whisper as your greedy pussy drank every drop he shot into your tight walls. You whined as his lips brushed against your pulse, his hot breath fanning over your neck as his grip on your hips loosened.

You blinked away the tears of bliss that clouded your vision, the heat within you still lingering as you felt a few loose drops of his cum leak out of your stretched seam and stain your soft, inner thighs. You shot your head up when the regular lights suddenly flickered on, the sound of the storm and the creatures previously lurking outside completely dissipated.

"Looks like the ship's working again," you beamed with a lighter feeling in your chest. Your smile fell when you saw the lingering hunger remaining in his eyes as his cock remained hard within your raw sex. "Jango?" you murmured. You yelped when he rose to his feet, the room spinning around you as you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist and hooked your arms over his thick neck.

"I'm not finished yet," the dark-haired man rumbled lowly, his face as stoic as ever as he climbed towards his bunk. "It's too much...too much-" the bounty hunter couldn't even finish his sentence as he swallowed thickly. You keened as his cock gently grinded inside your tight heat every time he ascended the ladder to his chambers. The bunk sliding-shutter was pulled down, allowing the two of you some privacy from the wildlife of Onderon as Jango stepped over to his bed.

Your heart wildly beat against your sternum as Jango laid you down on your back, his muscular form looming over you as his cock remained stuffed half-way inside your slick cunt. He gazed directly into your eyes as he wasted no time and began to rock his hips forward, his thrusts more steady and controlled than before as he rested his toned arms on either side of your flushed face. You threw your head back as every nerve ending in your body lit up with pleasure; the feeling of his heavy shaft dragging along your plush walls making your mouth water and toes curl.

"You're so tight, an'edee," Jango grunted as his brows furrowed with pleasure [all bite]. You had no time to ask what he meant in his native tongue before he started to pick up the pace, his eyes lit with a primal desire as he watched your body bounce with each swift snap of his hips.

You gasped and arched your back as a shiver of arousal crept down your spine, your pussy squelching lewdly with your combined juices each time he pushed his cock back inside your hole. A sharp cry fell from your lips as he perfectly hit your g-spot with a few quick thrusts.

"Y-Yes! Right there!" you keened as your legs shook around his waist. You heard Jango grip the sheets beside your head as he repeated the hypnotic motion with ease, your cunt clamping down on his cock as you moaned softly. The man above you grunted as you rested your hands on his upper back, your nails slightly sinking into his muscles as you writhed with pleasure.

"Haar'chak...I need to make you mine," the bounty hunter rumbled against your skin [Damn it]. You gasped when he unbuckled the latches of your overcoat, his hands making quick work of discarding all of the clothes from your upper body and tossing them aside. You flushed as his eyes locked on your bouncing breasts, his lips slightly parted before he dipped down and latched onto one of your pebbling nipples.

"Oh, Jango!" you cried and arched into his touch as the sounds of your hips slapping against each other grew louder inside the confined space of his bunk.

Your pussy pulsed as the Mandalorian puckered his lips around your bud before gently tugging at it between his teeth. You slid your hands up and slipped your fingers through his thick, black locks as he lavished your sensitive breast. You twitched when he moaned against your areola, the vibrations causing a little more of your warm arousal to smear along his stiff, swollen cock.

"You feel so, so good - I swear I could stay inside you forever," Jango murmured against your plush tit before quickly turning his attention to your other one. Your eyes widened as he swirled his tongue around your neglected nipple, one of his hands slipping down and pinching your other bud between his thick, calloused fingers.

You felt yourself careening closer to the edge of your release with every swipe of his tongue and push of his hips.

"J-Jango, so close," you whined and desperately clenched your walls around his dick, begging for him to stuff you with another heavy load of his seed. You watched as his Adam's apple bobbed, beads of sweat forming on his temples as he filled you over and over with his hard cock. You swore you saw stars in your vision when he dipped a pair of his fingers down and began to rub sloppy circles around your bundle of nerves.

"Cum for me, mesh'la. Let me feel you squeeze this cock before I fill you again," he snarled as he wildly plunged his dick within your puffy, sensitive walls [beautiful]. You released a silent scream as he pressed his thumb down on your clit, a shockwave of euphoria bursting through your core as you squirted all over his lower stomach.

"Yes," Jango groaned as your pussy sucked him in, his breathing growing more ragged while you shattered into a million pieces beneath him. You wailed and babbled his name as your cunt completely soaked the sheets below you, the sounds of his cock sliding into your slick pussy reverberating inside the small bunk.

"Oh, Maker," you managed to squeak out of your tight throat as your body shivered with the aftershocks of your release. Jango gritted his teeth as he wrapped his hands around your waist, his grunts filling your ears along with the sound of his heavy balls wetly slapping against your juicy slit.

"(Y/N)..." the dark-haired man roared as he rested his forehead against your own.

You gasped as his cock stiffened between your creamy walls, his cock buried down to the hilt as the intoxicating feeling of his cum filling you until it burst from the tight space where your sexes were snugly joined. You whined his name as he squeezed your tender love handles, his face contorted with pleasure as he remained tense against your sweaty body. You both released a shaky sigh as he spilled one more thick string of cum inside your rawly fucked cunt.

You closed your eyes as you caught your breath, your body coated with a thin sheen of sweat as you basked in the afterglow. The Mandalorian sighed as he slowly pulled out of you, his softening cock hanging between his legs as he adjusted himself in the small bed. Your bodies were practically pressed chest to chest as he gazed into your eyes.

"Are you alright?" he asked between heavy breaths as he knitted his brows. Your heart skipped a beat at his gentle words before you gave a slow, lazy nod.

"Yes...just c-catching my breath," you sighed. Jango grunted as his body seemed to relax against the warmth of your own. A question began to gnaw at your mind, causing your eyes to widen a little.

"Jango, will I get...you know..." you shifted your gaze as heat rose to your cheeks. You've thought about having a child from time to time...but with your current line of work, it's now nothing more than a passing daydream. His dark brown eyes held a rare look of longing as he tightly gripped the sheets.

"No," he muttered. "I...I can't have any younglings of my own," Jango hesitantly continued, his voice now slightly cold as he stared between your bodies. You frowned as your heart sank into your stomach.

"Oh," you replied before glancing away. A heavy silence seeped between the two of you before he sighed heavily.

"It's alright, though. I actually have an opportunity to-" Jango paused, his face growing hard as he pursed his lips. "Well, let's just say I'm able to...adopt one," the bounty hunter chuckled softly. You raised a brow and tilted your head curiously. You chose not to pry and instead remained quiet, the sound of the ship's tech humming filling the space between the two of you. You bit the inside of your cheek as you tried to think of something to say after a long period of silence.

"I think that you'll be a wonderful father, Jango," you said with a gentle grin. Jango blinked, his eyes softening as a genuine smile stretched across his rugged, worn features.

"Thank you...mesh’la," the mercenary murmured gently with a faint shine in his eyes.

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to kiss in cars and downtown bars ☆

☆ feat. | kazuha, venti, kunikuzushi, heizou, xiao and aether! ☆ summary | you go out to a bar with them. antics ☆ tw: mentions of alcohol and bars, suggestive - reader is referred to as "pretty", "beautiful" , "handsome" etc ☆ author's note | this is perfectly normal i am perfectly normal for venti i am so n o rmal. im so sorry if this is too suggestive

venti |

you're sitting on one of the high barstools, watching venti out of the corner of your eye. he's singing, gesturing wildly with the hand that's holding a wineglass filled with something that looks like champagne, and his hair's not in its typical two braids; you'd watched a group of girls do it up in a singular loose dutch braid. you wonder, briefly, how it would look loose, cascading around his face and catching on his cheekbones. you wonder how it would look if you ran your hands through it, how it would look sticking up? you wonder how he would look untucked, maybe if you kissed him....

when you snap out of your reverie, he's staring right at you, a knowing smirk ticking up the corner of his lips. as if he knows exactly what you're thinking. a hot flush spreads up from your chest, and you're positive you've turned red. the flashing lights play across his face as he tilts his head, and suddenly the room is far too hot, far too confining, and you're regretting coming out at all. you turn away and flash a smile at the bartender, setting a few bills down on the counter before gathering your purse and shouldering your way through the crowd.

outside, it's started to drizzle, and the air is cool and crisp on your fiery cheeks. you close your eyes and turn your face towards the stars, listening to the sounds of the bar behind you, the wind whistling through your hair. you shiver; it had been warmer when you had left and so you had neglected to bring a jacket, and now goosebumps pop up all over your arms. you sigh, thumbing your phone in your purse, ready to call a taxi to take you home, when someone grabs your arm from behind.

you spin around, muffling a shriek--and realize it's venti. he's smiling at you in that self-satisfied way, the same smirk he was giving you in the bar, the same smirk that has your heart pounding faster than it should be and your cheeks flushing. "venti!" you stutter out, squinting at him. "what are you doing out here? you should be in there." you gesture in the vague direction of the club.

venti's gaze flicks up and down your body, and suddenly, despite the goosebumps, you're far too hot. "well," he says, shifting from foot to foot, and is it your imagination, or does he look nervous? "well, you looked intoxicated. and i thought i should check on you, and help you get home, since you're my friend."

at that word, friend, you deflate. of course. you're just imagining things. you're just friends. you clear your throat. "i appreciate it, but i'm fine, really. i'm just tired, seriously. i think i'll call a cab and go home."

venti quirks an eyebrow, toying with a loose strand of hair that hangs in front of his face. you're seized with the sudden urge to tuck it behind his ear and you entertain the idea. just friends. "do you want me to walk with you?" he asks. "it's such a lovely night, you can see all the stars!"

you can't help yourself; you glance up. raindrops pitter down your face, trickling down the neckline of your top. you shiver. clouds coat the sky, a quilt of puffy gray against a deep navy background. "you can't see any stars, venti," you say, exasperated, still looking up. "and i'm cold. i think i'll just.. call a taxi. thank--" you look at him and cut yourself off, because he's staring at you.

the look in his eyes sends a sucker punch to your gut, knocking the wind out of your lungs and seizing you with the urge to curl into yourself. then he blinks and the moment's gone, and he's holding out his coat. "here," he says gently. "i'll walk with you."

you take it from him, and your fingers graze his, and it feels like you've been dipped into a pot of molten lava.

walking home is almost torture; walking just so apart, close enough that your fingers brush when you step but not enough for you to grab his hand if you wanted. the rain soaks your hair, plastering it to your forehead and droplets collect on his eyelashes like diamonds. when you reach your door, he smiles. "have a good night, yn," he tells you, turning to make his way off of your stoop.

"wait," you call, taking off his jacket. the rain plunges around you in ice-cold sheets, and you miss it already; the smell of champagne and flowers clinging to the warm fabric. he glances over his shoulder. "keep it," he says. "i'll get it next time."

and he winks.

kazuha |

when kazuha calls you, for some reason, you pick up. and, for some reason, when he invites you to the bar downtown (it'll be fun, i promise) you say yes. when he hangs up, you cradle your head in your hands and debate calling him back and cancelling, but then again, it's been a hard week, and maybe a night out is just what you need?

lurking in the corner of the bar, you realize that a night out is not what you need. the bar is hot and stuffy, and everyone reeks of cheap alcohol and cigarettes. you wish desperately for your bed, and you lost track of kazuha an hour ago. you cup your hand around your phone screen, squinting to see the time, and realize that it's almost dead. "shit," you mutter. "shit, shit. shit." you lean your head back against the wall and close your eyes, considering walking home or maybe taking public transport? but at this hour, the buses are notoriously known to be packed full of drunks and junkies, and you have no desire to deal with that, not now.

"hey, yn," slurs a voice near your ear. "yn, yn, yn! yn! can you hear me? yn!"

you jerk your eyes open and squint. "kazuha? are you... are you drunk?"

kazuha laughs; a noise so uncaring and free, so unlike his usual self that you have no choice but to smile. his usually pale cheeks are flushed, whether it be from the drink or the heat, you don't know. his hair hangs around his face, and the top button of his shirt has come undone. you wrench your eyes away from it and search his face instead. "drunk? me?" he asks, so innocent and dubious that you could've believed him if it weren't for the fact that he's leaning heavily against the wall. "i'm not drunk. i haven't drunk anything tonight. i'm just saying hi to my favorite pretty friend. can i not say hi to my favort.. favort... favorite pretty friend?"

you flush, tearing your eyes away from his face. "do you know how you'll get home, kazuha?"

he ignores this question and instead takes your face in his hands. "your eyes," he says, eyebrows furrowing, "are like pools. i could, i could dive in them. and swim. mmm, i love swimming." he lets go of your cheekbones, the skin where his hands were on you burning, almost as if on fire. "hmmm."

"okay, that's enough," you say, taking his elbow and steering him towards the exit. "i'll take you home. do you have a car?"

"yes! yes, i have a car. i drove here. are you going to drive me, favorite pretty friend?" he asks, wrapping an arm around your waist.

and so you wind up in kazuha's shitty red bug, his forehead resting against the dashboard. "kazuha?" you ask worriedly. "are you going to puke?"

he laughs dryly. "maybe. it wouldn't make a difference, not in this shitty car anyway. it's already been ... trashed." he leans back in his seat, finally, and gazes up at the stars. "the sky looks beautiful," he whispers, almost to himself. then he looks at you, the sparkles of the constellations reflected in his eyes causing you to blink and lose your focus for a moment.

the rest of the ride passes in silence, with you occasionally glancing over to check on his state--every single time, he's watching you. you can feel his eyes rake over your body, pausing when he gets to your eyes. you shift uncomfortably in your seat; why is he doing this? after maybe the fifth minute of this, you pull the car over. "okay, what is it?"

"what?" he asks quickly, folding his hands in his lap.

"why do you keep... staring at me? looking at me? do i have food on my face?" nervousness keeps you rambling, keeps you from looking at him.

"oh, i... no," he mutters, and when you finally do look at him, a flush is creeping up his neck.

"then?" you demand, impatient. you hadn't signed up for this, babysitting a drunk kazuha when you could've been tucked into your bed with your book, maybe some ice cream.

"i was just, i was just thinking how much i'd like to... kiss you."

you freeze; opening your mouth, and then closing it. "i'm sorry, what?"

and then he's holding your face, similar to the way he did in the bar, and tipping your chin up. his hair falls into your face, feather-light strands brushing your cheeks. his eyes catch onto yours, intoxicating, filled with the night sky. he brings his lips to yours, and he tastes like sweet champagne and, undeniably, kazuha.

when he pulls away, your hands are shaking on the steering wheel and he settles back with a self-satisfied smirk. "well," he says conversationally, his flushed cheeks and blown pupils shattering his façade of nonchalance. "now that we've got that out of the way, shall we continue?"

kunikuzushi |

you heave a sigh, nursing a coke, scrolling through instagram on your phone. why are you here, at a dinky bar, with kuni nowhere in sight? he had been glued to your side for practically the entire night; sullen, quiet, and holding a bloody mary from which he had taken exactly two sips, and then all of a sudden, he'd vanished.

now, in his place, is a burly boy with his hair combed aggressively away from his face--he's been trying to buy you drinks all night, all of which you had politely refused. now, he's teetering on the edge between tipsy and fully, completely, wasted. "oh, come on, you pretty little thing," he urges. "just one drink? just one drink and one dance, come on."

you fight the urge to get up and leave; that'll make him angry, and in his current state, you don't want to deal with it. "no, thank you," you say again, politely. "i'm the designated driver for my friend, and i have to stay sober."

he rolls his eyes heavily, taking a huge swig from the current drink in his hand. "oh, but fuck that, handsome. you can just come home with me, and your friend can call an uuuuber. come on, i promise i'll make it worthwhile!"

you shove down a retch and flash him a civil smile, turning back to your phone. you jump when he slams a glass down in front of you. "drink!" he shouts, and you cringe away from his flying spittle. "drink, godammit! i said, drink, i don't care about your pathetic little friend!"

you open your mouth, ready to bite back a retort and storm out of here, fuck kuni, when none other than kuni stands between you and the man. all five-foot-four of him. you can't help but feel flattered, his hat clenched in his fist and his hair mussed. he leans close to the man and whispers something in his ear that causes him to jerk back and settle on a stool at the other end of the counter.

"kuni," you breathe, grabbing his shoulder. he spins around, looking at a spot above your right ear. "kuni, thank you. i mean--i could've handled it, but thank you."

"i know you could've handled it," he spits out. "i just. well. i wanted to help. you've been sitting here, and you look so--" he clamps his mouth shut, pointedly looking at your eyebrow. "anyways. are you ready to go?"

you shake your head, confused. "i mean, yes-- i am, but i thought you were having fun? don't you... we can stay here a little longer, i don't mind."

"no," he says stiffly. "no, we're going. i would like to go now, so we are. unless you'd rather stay here with that guy?" he raises an eyebrow and gestures towards the man he'd just run off.

you can't suppress the chuckle that bubbles out of your chest. classic kuni, ditching halfway through and taking everyone with him. although in this case you can't be annoyed, judging how you weren't enjoying yourself anyway.

"okay, no, no, i'm coming," you laugh, grabbing his hand. "c'mon, it's an absolute madhouse. keep ahold of me while we go through, otherwise who knows what would happen?"

kuni has seized up, looking at your hand in his, his hat dangling limply from his other hand. "um," he mutters. "um, i. yeah, sure." and he drags you through the crowd.

kuni's hand in yours, his rough callouses against your smooth palm, sends sparks up your arm. you want to watch his constantly angry face split into a smile--or at least ease up on the frown. you want to watch him laugh. and you want to kiss that bastard.

the two of you emerge from the bar, stepping out of the suffocating heat into cold night air that can't be above freezing. why had you opted to go sleeveless? you shiver, rubbing your hands up and down your arms, casting a glance at kuni's thick jacket. "kuni," you say, smiling at him. "can i borrow your jacket? it's so cold out, and i don't want to walk home...."

kuni scoffs. "who said we were walking home? it's cold, i don't want you to -- i mean, it's too cold for this. my ears are going numb."

you tilt your head. "you don't want me to what?"

his pale cheeks go red. "i mean, i don't want you to catch a cold." you laugh, and he quickly adds, "just because, you know, then you wouldn't be able to drive me anywhere! no other reason, that's it, i promise."

he looks so flustered you almost feel sorry for him, but you can't stop. "you're worried about me, aren't you?"

he crosses his arms. "i'm not. i am not worried about you. stop smiling at me like that! it makes me want to--" he cuts himself off, but this time you don't goad him. you look at him, your heart a butterfly in your chest, your hand warm in his. you step a little bit closer and bend and place a kiss on his cheek. "just for warmth," you tell him, his face beet red and his hand death gripping yours.

xiao |

somehow you've persuaded xiao to let you put his hair up into a ponytail, and archons, you want to kiss him.

you lean against him as he tugs on his hair, scowling at his reflection in his phone camera. "xiao, leave it alone," you tell him, pushing his hands away. "it looks good! it looks good. i promise."

he sighs. "i guess if you say so," he mutters, tucking his phone into his slacks and shouldering his way into the bar. you lag behind, watching the muscles of his arms tense as he reaches up--again--to tighten the ponytail. he turns around and flashes you a small smile, pointing towards the bar. you give him a thumbs-up, grab a coke, and lean against the wall.

it's two hours later, after you've struck up a conversation with a boy--he's awfully cute, you have to admit--that you realize you haven't seen xiao in quite some time and you haven't checked your phone. pulling it out, you see that xiao's blown it up with texts, ranging from yn, where are you? to yn, i'm going to leave without you to yn, coem hep me. you excuse yourself and stand up on your tiptoes, scanning the floor, a furrow creasing between your eyebrows. he didn't really leave without you, did he?

arms wrap around you from behind and you whirl around, coming face-to-face with xiao's chips-of-gold eyes, his nose an inch away from yours. "yn," he says, his voice a deep rumble. "there you are, i've been looking for ages."

you stumble back. his breath smells like wine, and he smells like his cologne--sharp, faintly floral. you inhale deeply, reveling in the smell, and then ask, "xiao, are you drunk?"

he scoffs, shaking his head, but you can tell--he's listing to the side, his hands gripping your shoulders far too tight, his last couple of texts. that explains it. sober xiao would never be this close to you, let alone touch you. and yet, you wonder, staring at his lips, if perhaps...? what other things could drunk xiao do?

you step closer, grabbing onto his forearms. "do we need to leave? are you tired?"

"no," he replies, turning his head. you watch his adam's apple bob and wonder, again, what it would be like to kiss him. "i was just... tired of you flirting with that pretty boy."

you let loose a sharp burst of a laugh, thinking that this must be a joke. it has to be. xiao would never say anything like this, xiao would never act like this, this has to be a fluke. but when you look at him, his eyes are serious, his face unsmiling. "oh, xiao," you say finally. "are you jealous? you shouldn't be. you're awfully pretty as well, you know." and then you clap a hand to your mouth, surprised that you said that. out loud. to xiao.

but he's smiling at you now, his eyes crinkling at the corners, making him look absolutely irresistible. "am i, now?"

and he watches you flounder for words, burying your face in your hands. "no," you reply, your voice muffled. "you're... hideous. ugly. disgusting, even."

"hmm. sure, yn," he says, stooping to pull your hands away from your burning face. "let's get you home. i think you're a little drunk." and with that, he plants a kiss on your mouth.

shikanoin heizou |

you and heizou had planned to meet at the bar, because you lived on opposite sides of the city and catching a taxi together seemed more like a waste of money than anything. he'd called and let you know that he was standing just inside, so you head for the door and let yourself in, shoving yourself past the crush of bodies, desperately scanning the crowd for any glimpse of inazuma's famous detective. finally, you see him, and your heart... stops.

his hair is loose, his usual headband missing, and he's in something so much simpler than what he usually wears--your heart starts up again and stutters, and you wonder briefly how you haven't fainted yet. "heizou!" you shout, gesturing wildly. he turns away from the girl he's talking to, and his smile freezes on his face. his eyes rove up and down your body, taking you in, and his gaze pins you in place. you couldn't move, you think, even if he asked you to. not with those eyes on you.

you curtsy, trying to deflect his attention from you, trying to get him to stop staring at you like that. "yn." he smiles, winking at you. "look at you, all dressed up. i can hardly keep my eyes off you." you blush, knowing he's just a flirt and he says this to everyone, but you can't help but wonder, just a little, what it would be like to have him all to yourself.

"you look not too shabby yourself," you manage to force out, butterflies taking flight in your stomach when he grabs your wrist and yanks you out towards the dance floor.

it's five songs later when you protest against another dance, claiming your feet hurt--you've got blisters on the back of your feet and your toes feel like they're being severed with a chainsaw. you're not drunk, but he's vaguely tipsy, more flirtatious than usual; his hand is on your hip and the other is on the back of your neck, cradling it like you're going to kiss him. which you just might.

"noooo, yn," heizou whines, reaching for you as you peel off your heels and step back. you laugh. "heizou, you'll have no problem finding someone else to dance with. i guarantee it."

he pouts. "but i want you to dance with me! no one else! yn, please, please, please...."

the words send sparks through your chest and a flush rising in your cheeks, but you sit down on a chair. "no," you say firmly. "heizou, seriously. you're a dignified detective, act like it!"

he makes his way over to you and plops down by your feet, resting his cheek on your bare knee. "i am always dignified," he says, his voice muffled by his position. he turns so that his chin digs into your kneecap, and normally you'd push him off, but for some reason, you can't move. the place where his chin is on your knee is burning hot, boiling even, and you wish desperately that you were outside, sitting on the curb in the cool night air.

and that's where you wind up ten minutes later, heizou leaning against you, waiting for a taxi. "i don't understand why you don't have a car," you say, gently trying to shove him off.

"i don't understand why you don't," he retorts, braiding a strand of your hair. you sigh.

"it's just not logical for me. i can take the bus. but you can't, because you have no idea how to take a bus."

heizou rolls his eyes. "i can too take a bus. i'll prove it to you." he makes to stand up, but you grab his arm and pull him down.

"you can prove it to me another time, when you're not so... inebriated."

"inebriated," he repeats. he turns so that he's looking at you, staring right at you, your gaze caught in his, unable to look away. he leans closer, as though he's going to kiss you, and for a moment, you think he might. maybe, if you could just....

a honk blares beside you, and the two of you jump apart as though electrocuted. heizou's flushing, not looking at you, rubbing the back of his neck, and you're sure you look the same.

"a cab?" the driver asks, uncaring of what he's just interrupted. "a cab for ... yn?"

aether |

aether's handsome, and he's been staring at you for the better part of the last fifteen minutes. you and aether are friends; not best friends, not acquaintances. but you're just friends, which is what you keep repeating to yourself when you're seized with the urge to grab his face and kiss him senseless. he's in a loose black top with the upper two buttons undone, his face is flushed with heat, and his hair is escaping its typical braid.

"here," aether says, sliding a drink over to you. you take it from him, raising it in a cheers. you take a sip, closing your eyes. when you open them, aether's making a face at you over your glass, and you choke. as you're about to lower it down, he reaches out a finger and tips the glass up, spilling juice all over you. you cough, gripping the counter for support, frantically fanning the air in front of your face as though it would help.

aether cackles madly, snorting as you gasp for air. a dimple forms in one cheek, the perfect size to press your thumb to it. "oh, that was funny. oh, the look on your face!" he picks up his drink and takes a sip, making a face at the sharp taste.

"it's not funny!" you wheeze, crossing your arms--and then lowering them as you realize that you can't breathe.

"it was so funny," he retorts, setting his drink down. he leans closer. "you have to admit," he says seriously, eyes searching your face, "that it was funny. you're laughing."

you want to slap him, but you also want to grab his hair and pull. would it be soft, you wonder? would it tangle around your fingers....

you shake your head to clear your thoughts, almost as if they're cobwebs. you let loose a final bark of a cough and cast a glare at the glass that sits beside you, pushing it away. aether tilts his head and studies you, sipping his drink slowly. you lean closer and watch his eyes widen a fraction, bracing your elbows on his knees. his face flushes slightly--and you knock the bottom of the glass up, spilling the liquid inside all down the front of his shirt.

aether splutters, jerking his knees up so that your hands slip and you have to right yourself on the stool, laughing. "oh, you should've seen your face!" you tease, handing him a stack of napkins.

aether stops scrubbing at his shirt and sets his napkins down. you can't tell if he's gathering his composure or plotting something back against you, and you study his face, trying to figure out what he's thinking, when he reaches for you and grabs the back of your neck with one hand and your waist with the other, standing right in front of you. his face is so close to yours that you can feel his breath, smelling like alcohol and cherries. his eyes are wide, his pupils blown, and yet his lips never touch yours.

he finally pulls back, and your whole body is hot, and you find that your fingers have found their way to his wrist and your nails dug into his flesh. "you should've seen your face," he says, grabbing the pile of napkins beside him.

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viennacherries · 2 months

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As a sucker for hurt/comfort, I especially adored the 9th chapter of your fic! And would love to read more of smth similar to that.

Perhaps smth like Rolan and Tav, both overworked and tense, snapping at each other and then avoiding each other's company (both because of anger but also mostly out of fear that the other one now hates them. Love me some good old miscommunication🤌).

This one is a bit more self-indulgent but I would also love it if Tav specifically self-isolates while trying to process all of the emotions and wants to hide their own feelings away even from themselves.

just a short and sweet one :)) thank you for your lovely words and for your very cute prompt. i hope you like it!!

SFW

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"Rolan. It's fine, trust me. I think I can manage. I do actually do magic, believe it or not."

"Just because you can do magic doesn't mean you're good at it."

Tav flinches at Rolan's harsh words as if he's punched her. It's not the first time someone's insinuated that she's bad at magic. People have always assumed that because she's a sorceress she never bothered to try and learn magic 'properly'. It's always used to hurt, when she was younger, but gradually as she's gotten older it's lost it's sting. She knows her own worth, her own abilities.

She's never heard it from someone she cares about.

She's never heard it from Rolan.

It feels like he's stuck a knife in the gut. It feels like he's gone straight for her jugular on purpose to hurt her as much as possible. She pushes down the urge to cry and raises her voice at him instead.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean? What, you think you're better than me?"

He scoffs, "of course I'm better than you, I've spent years studying, but what I mean is-"

"Fuck you! Just because you've studied doesn't mean you're superior! How many times have I saved your sorry ass? And you're gonna stand there and tell me you're better than me?!"

It's a low blow and she knows it, but she's so angry she can't find it in herself to care. She wants to hurt him the way he's hurt her, wants to lash out and defend herself and push him away so he doesn't hurt her again.

His eyes narrow, his voice raises, "what the fuck?! What's wrong with you?!"

"Fuck you!" Her voice cracks as she shouts at him, and she turns and storms off, racing out of the room before he can say anything else. She thinks she might hear him call her name, but if he does she can't hear it over the pounding of her heart in your ears.

She barges into the nearest cupboard she crosses paths with, slamming the door behind her and casting an arcane lock. And then she falls to her knees and sobs.

How fucking dare he? How fucking dare he say something like that to her. How dare he act like they haven't shared their hearts and their beds and their lives for the better part of the last 6 months. How dare he tell her he loves her and then tell her she's useless.

She's not upset. She's angry. She's not even sure why she's crying because she's not upset. It doesn't upset her. It makes her mad. She's not hurt.

Why would it hurt? She knows it's not true.

...

Except for the fact that deep down she believes him. Believes that she's not good enough. That no matter how much she studies and pores over texts and practices she'll never be as good as she wants to be. She'll never be as good as him.

He's right, because of course he is. He's better than her.

She sobs harder.

For the first time since they told each other they had feelings for one another, she sleeps in her own room. He doesn't come to find her.

~~~

It's three days before she has to see his face again. She'd been hoping to keep avoiding him for a bit longer, hide herself in her room so she could pretend her feelings don't exist, but eventually hunger wins out and she goes the kitchen to eat.

He finds her there that morning, rooting through the cupboards.

"Tav?" His voice behind her makes her whole body tense. She doesn't turn. "Can we talk?"

"What's there to talk about? I think you made it abundantly clear how you feel."

He lets out an exasperated sigh, "Tav, I didn't- I think you- I think possibly you misunderstood me."

A bitter laugh forces its way out of her chest. "Yes, sorry, please go ahead. I'm sure there's plenty of other meanings for 'you're not good at magic', though evidently I'm too stupid to have picked up on them."

"For Gods- Tav that's not what-"

"Not what you meant?" She whips around to face him. "Of course it is. You think you're better than me. You think I'm useless. And you think that I think I'm Mystra's gift to magic-users because I was born with magic. Guess what, Rolan! I don't! I fucking hate myself! So thank you for making it abundantly clear that you hate me too."

She's pretty sure most of what she said has nothing to do with the argument they're having, now that she thinks about it, but it's too late.

"Tav will you please just-"

"No, Rolan! No I won't. Because you fucking hurt my feelings and I don't want to fucking look at you right now."

As she storms past him to leave the room, she catches a glimpse of his tail, coiled tightly around his own leg, and she feels a stab of guilt.

~~~

The knock on her door later than night isn't entirely unexpected, though it is completely unwelcome.

"Go away, Rolan. I don't want to talk to you."

"It's me, Tav." It's Cal's voice, not Rolan's. "Can I come in? I brought you food."

"... Is he with you?"

He sighs. "No. He wanted to come, but I said no."

She pauses in front of the door. She likes Cal. She believes him.

She opens it. True to his word, Cal is alone, and he's holding a tray with a plate and glass of water on it. It looks like it's Lasagna, and it smells fucking delightful.

"... Can I come in?"

She sighs, and steps back to open the door wider.

He walks past and places the tray down on her bedside cabinet, and as she closes the door he perches on her bed.

"Go on then, give me the lecture."

He laughs, "Gods, Tav, I know Rolan's my brother but that doesn't mean we're the same. I just want to know what's going on."

She huffs. "He was rude to me."

He snorts, and when she glares at him he makes a big show of steeling himself, pulling a neutral face. "What?! Rolan?! Rude?! It can't be!"

There's a long pause while they stare at each other, before they both they both burst out laughing. It's stupid, that she's so angry at him but laughing about it anyway. Cal just has that effect on people.

She sighs. "I don't even remember what we were talking about anymore, but he turned around and basically said that I'm bad at magic."

Cal frowns. "Hm."

"What?"

"Nothing just," he shakes his head, chuckling lightly, "I don't understand why he'd say that, considering he's pretty much constantly singing your praises."

She frowns, "what do you mean?"

"I mean that after you saved Lia and I from Moonrise, when he finally realised he didn't hate you, he admitted he was jealous of you. He said your magic was beautiful and that you were powerful and disciplined. He said you could do with some practice, that you maybe needed some tutoring, but that he could tell you were a sorcerer from the moment he met you. He said he could feel the weave in you, that's how strong you are. That was actually when Lia and I started placing bets on when he'd realise he had feelings for you, because he wouldn't shut up about how great you were, and he didn't for months. So, not to call you a liar, but I struggle to believe he'd say that to you, because he definitely doesn't think it."

She doesn't know what to say to that, so she just stands there staring at him with her mouth hanging open. Eventually he sighs.

"Look, Tav. Rolan is an asshole, without a doubt. But consistently, since you saved us all in the shadow-lands, you're the one person he tries not to be an asshole to. I really think you should talk to him."

The pause is long, but eventually she sighs. She knows he's right, really.

"...Thanks, Cal. Really."

He smiles, "it's fine, honestly. I once went 2 weeks without speaking to him because he told me I swing my sword like I'm constipated."

She barks out a laugh at that, and they're cackling together again.

~~~

She steels herself; takes a few long, deep breaths and rolls her shoulders in hopes of easing the tension. Before she can decide otherwise, she's knocking on Rolan's door.

There's some muffled shuffling behind it, she hears him muttering something to himself, and after what feels like an age the door swings open.

"Tav?" He looks shocked, which makes her feel bad.

"... Can I come in?"

His eyes go soft, "of course you can."

Being back in his space makes her want to cry. She's missed him so much.

"Tav, I'm so sorry, I didn't-"

"No. Let me go first, please?"

He pauses. Nods.

She takes a deep breath. "You really did hurt my feelings when you said that I wasn't good at magic. But in hindsight I think I mostly hurt my own feelings. You're amazing and I spent however long travelling with Gale and I grew up around wizards and I've never felt good enough. As soon as you said I wasn't good it was like I was a kid again, trying to prove that I was worth something. But I worked really hard, I studied, even if it wasn't a proper wizard education. And even if you're better than me, I think I deserve your respect."

Rolan sighs, steps forwards and takes he hands. "Tav. I never said you were bad."

Her face screws up. He's really going to stand there and deny it?

"Yes, you did, you said-"

"I said 'just because you can do magic doesn't mean you're good at it'. I didn't say 'just because you can do magic doesn't mean that you're good at it. I didn't mean you. I meant it generally. Like, there are lots of people who aren't good at magic."

Her mouth drops open.

Oh.

"Oh."

He laughs, "upon reflection, I probably could've chosen my wording better, but I didn't know about- I didn't know you struggled with it. I always assumed you were super confident and realised how strong you are. You're brilliant at magic, Tav. I might be more practiced, but you're far more powerful."

She's crying, she knows she is, but she feels so stupid. He wraps her up in his arms.

"I didn't- I thought-"

"I'm so sorry, Tav. I really didn't mean it like that at all. You're spectacular. You inspire me. I didn't even fully realise how it sounded until after you left."

"No," She sniffles, looking up at him, "I'm sorry. You tried to explain and I wouldn't even listen. I was too busy wallowing. I thought you looked down on me."

He brings a hand up to her cheek, wipes away her tears, and presses a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Tav, you've saved me enough times to leave me eternally in your debt, and yet asked nothing in return. Not only are you strong, you're selfless. How could I ever look down on you?"

She doesn't answer. She buries her face in his chest and tightens her arms around his waist. His tail curls around her wrist and he holds her against him by her shoulders. When he speaks, he whispers into her hair.

"I'm sorry I didn't explain it properly. I was scared. I thought I'd messed everything up. I thought I'd lost you."

"Never."

He laughs, and she realises he's crying now because she can hear how wet it is. "Gods, I hope not."

They hold each other like that until they feel whole again.

~~~

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floralseokjin · 1 year

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⤑ 9 months to fall in love 25. (epilogue)

It seems like everyone around you is either already in love, or in the process of falling, and while normally you couldn’t give a damn, finding out the co-worker you’ve had a teensy crush on is dating someone else at the office seems to sucker punch you right in the gut. It’s stupid, and you’re irritated at yourself, but you can’t seem to shake out of the funk you’ve fallen face first in.

Feeling lonely and heartsore, and mad for no reason, during drinks with your best friend you spot a man at the bar. Tequila confident, you make your way over to the stranger, and successfully one thing leads to another. The next morning you leave before he’s woken up, feeling satisfied in one way, but still as discontented as ever. Telling yourself it was an inebriated mistake, you quickly try to forget about it.

Only, three weeks later that night comes back to haunt you – in a very unescapable way…

pairing; kim seokjin x f reader au/genre; unplanned pregnancy, strangers to lovers, slow burn, romance (dare I say romcom in places), smut, angst, (melo)drama, dual pov words; 2,350

warnings/includes (!) a proposal 🥰

⟶ ao3 link

*inspired by the manhwa ‘Positively Yours.’

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SEASON THREE ⇤ previous |

“Will you just get out!”

“Yuna!” Your shriek was incredulous.

“You’re going to be late!” she shouted back, undeterred and pushing you towards the front door. (Of your own house, you might add!) “Seokjin is probably sat there thinking he got stood up.”

“Okay, I’m going,” you said, glancing at the time on your phone before slipping it into your purse. You probably were going to be late at this rate. “If she starts fussing in her sleep, gently rock her belly with your palm. Slow, calming motions, that—”

“God, you’ve already shown me,” Yuna interrupted. “I know what to do. Besides,” she rolled her eyes, “if all else fails, Jimin will be here soon and we all know how much she loves the guy.”

(Yes, your best friend was still very much bitter your daughter favoured her soon-to-be husband…)

“Now. Go,” she ordered forcibly, wrenching open the door. “Before she wakes up and you never get out of here.” You stepped out and turned ready to thank her. “Enjoy your night of hot sex or whatever,” she beat you to it. “God knows you need it. You’ve been so uptight lately.”

“Gee, I wonder why.” Probably had something to do with the tiny human you were now in charge of.

Yuna ignored you, grabbing you into a hug. “Love you. Hope you get lots of orgasms.”

Your turn to ignore her, you pulled away, feeling worried again. “Call me if you think something’s wrong.” Your phone was on full volume, ready and waiting.

“I will, don’t worry,” she replied impatiently, glancing over at the Uber waiting for you. “Off you go!”

As soon as you walked through the doors of Begin, you scanned the bar. Seokjin was easy to spot, one of a few sat on a stool, back facing you. It was a Sunday night, so the place was quieter than usual – or quieter than it had been that one time you’d been here exactly a year ago. For the first time since you’d started getting ready this evening – no, since you woke up this morning – worries over leaving Sarang vanished. All you could think about was the man directly in front of you. You rushed over, not wanting to keep him waiting a second longer.

“Is this seat taken?”

Looking up at the sound of your voice, he smiled wide. There were a couple of buttons loose on his black shirt, showing a flushed triangle of skin. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think your man was trying to look sexy. He’d succeeded. “Wrong,” he sang. “You didn’t say that.”

“What did I say then?” you asked, collapsing into the stool. You tugged at the hem of your dress, not liking the way it rode up. It wasn’t the same one as last time – like hell you’d ever fit into that again – but it was close in design. Now, you wished you’d gone for something a little longer. Seokjin seemed to like it though, briefly eyeing your thighs appreciatively before he replied.

“‘Looks like we’re both alone.’”

“Oh, God.” You grimaced, not welcoming the reminder of your subpar flirting.

“At least you made a move,” he pointed out, his knee nudging yours as he moved closer. “If it had been up to me, we wouldn’t have a beautiful daughter at home right now.”

You laughed, but now your thoughts were back on Sarang, feeling a pang in your gut. It had been your idea to celebrate your anniversary like this. The anniversary of how you first met. It was a fun idea, and God knows you and Seokjin needed some quality time together (that was now few and far between since you’d welcomed a baby into the world), but as the date grew closer your nerves had gotten stronger. This was the first night you’d be spending away from her and the thought was terrifying.

“Drink?” Seokjin asked now, holding his half-empty one.

“Surprise me.”

As you knew he would, he ordered you a gin fizz. When he wanted to try some, the face he pulled made you laugh loudly. “Still disgusting,” he declared, before getting rid of the taste with his rum. “You okay?”

You nodded, dropping your phone back in your purse. So much for being discreet. “Yuna all but threw me out the door. Called me uptight. Said I needed lots of orgasms.” You made sure to keep your voice low at the last part, leaning in.

Seokjin’s tumbler paused a few millimetres from his mouth, one corner of it tugging up. He slid his free hand up your thigh, a trail of heat closely following, especially when you felt the tops of his fingers slip under your dress. “Hopefully I can help with that.”

You had no doubts he would. Sex was difficult with a three-month-old sharing your bedroom. You both needed to let off some steam, and if you could just relax your mind, tonight would be successful. However, that was easier said than done.

“I feel weird being apart from her.”

Of course you’d spent some time away from your daughter over the months, but that was only for a few hours at the most, and never after 6pm. Tonight would be a test of your maternal strength. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust Yuna; of course you did! She was brilliant with Sarang. You were just having a hard time imagining not being there when your daughter woke up wanting you. Logically, she would be fine as long as she got her feed, and you’d made sure there was plenty in the refrigerator – probably too much actually. And lately, she was an excellent sleeper too, only waking twice most nights, but being apart from her still felt as if you were missing a limb, if you wanted to be dramatic. And you did!

“So do I,” Seokjin murmured, a frown appearing between his brows. “We can always change our plans.”

Seokjin had never spent a night away from her either so far, and you knew he hated having to go to work each day, afraid he was going to miss a milestone – however small. (You made up for it by sending him a bunch of videos throughout the day.)

“No.” You shook your head, reaching to stroke his arm. “I want to spend our anniversary together.”

He gazed at you meaningfully, giving your thigh a tender squeeze. “Me too.”

You only spent an hour at the bar, not really there to drink, nor for the atmosphere. It wasn’t really your scene, and it definitely wasn’t Seokjin’s. Which made it a miracle you’d both ended up here last year.

“Wanna get out of here now?” he asked once you’d both downed terrible tasting shots.

You cuddled into his side, shooting him a coy look. “Only if you help tuck me in…”

“I’ll do more than that,” he smirked, surprising you when he leaned in and captured your mouth.

“Seokjin,” you hissed, feeling your face heat up, but a quick glance around told you nobody had noticed. It wasn’t like him to partake in a little PDA. The idea was an oddly exciting one.

He chuckled, helping you down from the stool. “Come on, let’s go.”

It didn’t take long for you to reach the familiar hotel, and Seokjin playfully yanked you to the side of the building, his hands sliding over your curves as he crowded you against the wall – just like last time. Kissing wildly, you tugged his shirt in your fists, grinding against whatever you could, feeling the heat of his body even through the layers of clothing. He was hard against your stomach and you were most definitely squeezing your thighs together.

“I love you,” he groaned against your neck, lips wet.

“You’re coming on strong for someone I just met,” you teased, combing your fingers through the ends of his hair.

He leaned his head back, a questioning smile on his face. “So you don’t want my babies?”

“Babies?” you repeated. “As in plural?!”

He laughed, tugging at your hand and before long he was leading you to the entrance of the hotel.

He’d already gone ahead and checked in while you were getting Sarang off to sleep, so you headed straight for the elevator, body thrumming with arousal and anticipation. You were going to be loud tonight; you didn’t care who heard you!

You expected Seokjin to reach for you as soon as the doors slid closed, just like he had once before, but when he didn’t, you took matters into your own hands. When the elevator dinged open, you detached yourselves, rushing down the corridor. You needed to get inside now. However, Seokjin seemed a little distracted as he got out the room card, glancing at you almost anxiously. Was he thinking of Sarang again?

Before you could ask, he grabbed your elbow and pressed you softly against the door. “Hey,” he whispered, then he kissed you firmly, just the once.

The door beeped and he walked you backwards inside, the lights coming on automatically. Seokjin dimmed them quickly. With luck, you’d managed to book the same room. Although, you had booked a month in advance. It might have been a generic room, but the memories it roused were invaluable. Tonight however, there was a difference.

“Oh, my God,” you gasped, staring wide-eyed at the pretty red and pink rose petals scattered on the bed. “Seokjin!” You rounded on him, sounding accusing in your amazement.

His smile was small, bashful. “It’s only a few rose petals.”

“It’s beautiful,” you insisted. You briefly grazed a few petals with your fingers before pulling back. The bed was almost too pretty to spoil. Almost. You were still having sex in it. Lots of sex. For now though, you stepped towards the large floor to ceiling window. It reminded you of Seokjin’s old apartment. “I forgot how great the view was from here,” you commented, stepping out of your heels.

You needed to check your phone, just in case, and then go and pee. The thought made you laugh, remembering how eager you both were the last time you were in this room. Nothing would have gotten in your way. But last time you didn’t have a baby and a subsequent weaker bladder.

“Seokjin?” you called when you realised he hadn’t responded. You could hear some shuffling behind you and spun around. “What are you—” The question died in your throat, jaw dropping. In front of you, on the opposite side of the room, was Seokjin down on one knee. “What’s happening?” you managed, sounding jarred.

“I think you know,” he said simply, a tiny smile on his face.

He hadn’t been bashful before, you now realised. He was nervous.

He took a deep breath and all you could do was stare, your throat dry, heart thudding loudly. “____, this past year has been the best of my life. I can’t believe I went so long without you. Totally oblivious.” He paused to scoff at the him of the past, then composed himself, staring straight into your eyes. “I don’t want to waste another moment. In the words of Jungkook: I need to lock this in.” That managed to get a giggle out of you, high pitched and nervy.

“I love you and I love our life. I love our daughter.” He paused to open the small velvet box in his hands. “Will you marry me?”

Stunned, you remained silent.

“Say something. Please,” he begged softly, a worry appearing on his face. “Is doing it here too weird?” He shuffled on his knee, as if he wanted to stand. “I’ve been planning this for ages,” he explained self-consciously, gaze not meeting yours now. “I knew it was going to be this date. But then you suggested we stay at the hotel and well…I didn’t want to wait.”

You made yourself swallow, shaking your head forcibly, finally able to speak. “It’s perfect.”

Relief flooded over him, and he beckoned with his free hand. “Come here, please.”

You raced over, dropping to your knees in front of him.

“Is it really all right?” he asked, scanning your face anxiously.

“Yes! I had no idea!” you exclaimed.

“I kept it top secret,” he told you proudly. “Only Hoseok, Jungkook and your dad knew. Well, and my parents.”

You chuckled. “That’s quite a lot of people.”

“Well, I didn’t tell one person…”

You knew he meant Yuna instantly. If she’d have had even an inkling of this proposal, you would have found out in no time. Her face would have given it away. She wouldn’t have even needed to open her mouth.

“So what is it?”

“Hm?” you hummed, unfocused.

“What’s your answer?” he prodded, then laughed gruffly. “Put me out my misery.”

“Ask me again.”

Your eyes were on the ring now, finally noticing it. It was stunning, like nothing you’d ever seen before. The band was a fine gold and set with multiple diamonds, delicately shaped to mimic sunrays almost – or maybe petals. In the centre, there was one larger circular diamond, which sparkled as it caught the light. It wasn’t a bolder of an engagement ring, but it stood out. It was beautiful. It was yours.

“Angel,” – the sound of his deep voice made you look up. He held your eyes with his in that intense way he often did – “Will you let me be the luckiest man in the entire world and make me your husband?”

The smile on your face stretched and quivered, and you hooked your arms around his shoulders. “When you ask as nicely as that, yes.”

“Yes?” he repeated, eyes crinkling as he beamed at you.

“Yes,” you nodded, letting him take your left hand to slip the ring on. His fingers shook as he did so. Yours were trembling too. So overcome, you couldn’t even manage to gaze at it. Instead, you launched yourself at him, kissing him hard before hugging him even harder. “I love you!”

The way he squeezed you back tightly told you he knew just how much…

Jordan’s note; Hi everyone! Sorry that the drabbles for season 3 never came (hopefully they will sometime after this.) This epilogue marks the “official” end of 9 months to fall in love – I really can’t believe it! 14 months of planning and writing, the most I’ve spent creating something! I literally put so much time and effort into this story and I’m so happy that many of you stayed until the end. Thank you from the bottom of my heart! 💖

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wroteclassicaly · 2 years

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Cuddling with Eddie in the back of his van with the doors open so you can look at the stars, with a blanket on because Eddie does not want you to get too cold.

Thanks so much, bby!

~*~

Eddie is always tap dancing his way into the precipice of being unpredictable. Yet it’s a welcomed comfort in the world that you share with him. First as a childhood best-friends, now two grown adults in a committed relationship and celebrating (because hey, Eddie passed an exam that you’d managed to pry him off you to help him study for, and you, well, Eddie said princesses shall always reap rewards for helping the dungeon trolls. Of course he’d jotted something down in his campaign notebook after referencing that). He’d insisted on picking you up at work after band practice and bestowing his ‘gift’ upon you.

What you never could’ve imagined was his venture that brought you just outside Hawkins city limits and into a clearing that he’d apparently scoped out before. Something about doing bigger deals nearby once, and finding the area when his uncoordinated ass got lost in the woods overnight. And as he’d driven towards that luscious patch of greenery surrounding the newly blooming Autumn leaves that cascades from tall oak trees—you were slack jawed and grateful for his accidental inconvenience. He’d thumbed your cheek, calloused digit dragging a line of butterflies beneath your flesh. “Pretty cool, right?”

You could merely nod. “It’s gorgeous, baby.”

“Yeah, you are, princess.” And he’d slid his arms around you, chin resting on your shoulder, long hair tickling your cheek. Surrounded by the crisp fall scents of the forrest and Eddie’s cigarettes, plus aftershave combo—you had felt yourself drifting.

Eddie had told you that wasn’t your gift, but what was in the back of his van was. He’d asked you not to peek in Eddie-like manner, swaying forward and pressing his forehead to yours. “You’re not looking are you? Not even one eye?”

You’d laughed and assured him. After he came back and placed the soft, fresh quilt in your hand, you wanted to sob. And well, you kinda did when you opened your eyes and saw what the quilt was made of. A few of Eddie’s older shirts that you loved, that smelled like him, a few shirts of yours you’d given him over the years, they were all taken apart and stitched in an intricate pattern to form a blanket. He’d even had a patch put in it. “Ms. Byers helped me with it.”

Upon seeing your tears, his nerves got the better of him and he worried at the intensity in which you reacted. All he could do was hold you. “Baby, I’m sorry. If you don’t like it. I didn’t mean to upset you, I just thought that—“

Your eager kiss had silenced him, causing him to understand your real reaction. And in that moment, you wanted nothing more than to be draped under the blanket, sated beneath Eddie as he made love to you. It sucker punched your gut, that dilation in your pupils making him use his knuckles to brush along your jaw. “Yeah, you me to take you under this?” He’d gripped the blanket in a slow shake.

“So slow.” You whispered.

That specific kinda moan Eddie made drifted off the cove of his mouth and onto your neck. “Gonna hold your legs apart, nice and steady, and I’m gonna make love to you, sweetheart. That what you want?”

That’s where you’d found the secondary part to your surprise. An actual blanket fort and pillows overflowing in the back of Eddie’s van. A fresh cut parcel of sunflowers and roses lay atop one of the plush pillows, a box on the side carrying the aroma of fresh pizza.

“There’s also ice cream in the cooler. And I got that wine you like, and some soda and water for hydration, in case you don’t wanna drink much tonight.”

You’d literally tackled Eddie and pinned him beneath you. He worshipped every inch of your body, taking his time and pulling you onto his face, prepping your cunt to take his cock with more orgasms than you’d have needed to be ready for him. You were always close to green right off the bat. Eddie didn’t stop, claiming reason of insanity for you. When you were sobbing into your palm, only then did Eddie make good on his promise to hold your thighs apart and fuck your pussy nice and deep, languid and lazily.

The last summer sun set as Eddie Munson made love to you.

~*~

And that pulls you back into the present, tucked at his side, still wrapped in the quilt and another blanket over top to make sure you didn’t get too cold, Eddie’s cheek on your temple, arm around you, fingers of his other hand stroking a line of goosebumps up your arm and to your shoulder. It’s a clear night after the storms from earlier in the day had passed, leaving a midnight blue sky full of glittering stars and promising constellations. Eddie had opened the van doors and let in the cool air, still rain soaked and speckled in that fragrant scent of seasonal leaves. The wind isn’t heavy, the crickets are chirping melodically, and Eddie is breathing steadily.

You hum in content, bones sated and muscles pliant. You flick his necklace, peering up at his cute little grin. “You okay there, princess?”

“M’ fucking perfect, Eds. I honestly feel like this is all some damned dream and I’m gonna wake up.”

“Nah.” He argued teasingly. “The only dream I would be in is your nightmares.”

“How about my wet ones?” You smirk.

“Oooh? Folks, she’s scandalous. We’ve got a scandalous one here.” He waves an arm at an invisible audience, before bear hugging you to the radiating warmth of his chest.

“Hey,” he says, breaking you out of the brief reverie of post-coitus cuddling silence, bopping your nose before nuzzling it with a nudge, kissing it gently, “you know that somebody loves you?”

You absolutely fall apart and melt into a puddle, staring at him, a gentleness overtaking your features as you retort, “You know you’re my soulmate, Eddie Munson?”

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dreaming-of-lu · 1 year

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Heyo💖 I hope you are having the bestes time!

I was wondering if you can write a scenario of reader trying to hold the boys hands!

It can be anyone, but like either the reader is upset and is getting stuck in their head. They need one of the boys to ground them, but like they don’t want a hug, just need a hand.

One of the boys just woke up from a nightmare and they can’t stop seeing the images from the dream. Reader notice this and is trying to comfort or ground them.

Something like that!

By the way you look gorgeous today💕💕

A/N: I am! Also thank you for being patient and shhiiieeettt, why thank you, you look gorgeous too doll 😘 Buckle in. CW: Gore, body horror and vomit (Hyrule), Panic attacks

o(〃＾▽＾〃)o Part 1 of 3 (Twilight, Hyrule, Legend)

Twilight

The cold feeling of ice that slithered down him had encased his entire being, freezing everything within him, from blood to veins to nerves. He stood rooted to his spot at the sight of all the portals opening right before him. What was clouded previously in purple smoke and shadows was now standing a pure crystal blue, beckoning them to step through to come home. There would be no more fighting, no more monsters to deal with, no more shadows, no more nothing. The journey was over, they were free to rest now, but an ache deep within his heart tore at the flesh, tissue, and muscle.

It was too good to be convincing, but it meant goodbye to everybody, especially you. You, who came bounding up to him, your face so giddy that it stung deep in his heart. You, who smashed your way through his heart and now leaving him; cold and all alone.

"Well," you excitedly bounced on your feet, beautiful colored eyes that stared into his own, making him weak in the knees, "this is it!"

"Yeah, haha."

Twilight gives a shaky grin, masking the feelings that rose deep in him; his inner voice and nerves yelled at him and begged him to beg you to stay with him. He wanted to be selfish, just this once; he wanted to be absolutely heedless, but he couldn't bring himself to do that to you.

"It's time for me to go; it was a long journey, but I'm glad I got to know all of you!"

'Please, don't leave me! Please!'

"I love you all, do take care of yourselves!" The sight of your bright smile made his chest clench to where he felt as if all the air was sucked right out of him, the feeling of being sucker punched hard in the gut. Sound slowly dispersed as his ears loudly began to ring; it was deafening. He didn't notice that one by one, all of them left except him. He wasn't sure how much time had passed, but he stood rooted to the spot.

Every sound made it sound like he was underwater, feeling chained to the floor as he watched the portal you went through disappear.

His eyes watered, the feeling of his heart threatening to burst through his chest as he heavily breathes, hoping to will himself around to head into the portal to his home. He couldn't shake himself out of it even as darkness began to edge along his vision. You were gone. Gone. He was all alone. Again. He whimpers, feeling like a child, lost and afraid, without the person they clung to. He sobs and sobs, begging loudly to the heavens for you to come back.

"Please," he keens, "don't leave me all alone."

Shadows encased him; a voice so faint yelled his name. It grows louder and louder, shaking him deep into his core.

"Link! Wake up!" His entire body jolts up, heart in his throat, panting wildly with wide eyes as they searched frantically. Body hunched in defense, ready to leap into a fight. He flinched at the feeling of a hand that quickly receded. So many thoughts and questions ran through his mind. Where was he? Who woke him up? They ran for miles.

"Link," the voice sounded so far away and warbly, "you need to breathe."

He greedily sucked in the air, heaving deep breaths before the heart in his chest began to slow from the terror that took him. With a blurry sight beginning to clear, he sees you. You. You sat before him on the bed in the shared bedroom in the same home, staring worriedly at him. Hair was a mess, your sleep-riddled eyes, and you were wearing one of his tunics; it slowly slipped off your shoulder, yet you still looked so gorgeous to him. The gentle feeling of your hand on his cheek made him sigh blissfully, nuzzling into your palm at the peace you held.

"Want to talk about it?" you voice nothing more than a whisper to his ears, soft enough to not shatter the air that overtook the bedroom. Twilight weakly shook his head,

"No," teary blues gazed into yours, "can I hold you?"

"Yes, always, darling."

Hyrule (Warning if you haven't read it in the note: Gore, Body horror, and vomit. Please skip if you are uncomfortable with this.)

"No, no, please!" Hyrule sobbed, his hands frantically pressing against the wound. Violently sobbing as he watched hopelessly at the blood that stained his hands, staining yours and his tunic, the smell of iron that made his stomach churn on the spot when it began to leak past his fingers. You swore you would stay out of this fight! You swore! Why did you have to be so foolish?! He can handle his own in a battle; Hyrule's like the other Links, always comes out victorious in the end. He was shaking. Shaking so bad.

Yet you don't know when to call it in when they are out of your zone. You weren't like them, any of them! You don't hold a triforce, you're not a holder of the master sword, and you're not a reincarnated Link!

"You are," Hyrule choked on his spit, "such a fool! You know we had it handled!"

He could use his magic! Hyrule closed his eyes, willing forth the ability to heal the wound.

Why? Why was his magic not working? Why does he not feel it? Hyrule looked panicky at his hands, hoping to see the familiar glow, only for the same red liquid that dyed his hands to glare right back at him. His brows furrowed, mind racing, digging into his memory at anything that could help heal you. A movement under his hands caught his attention.

He stared in horror as the wound widens before his eyes, skin and tissue peeling back to reveal organs. He felt his hands slowly sink into you; the blood stuck his hands together, forming them almost like crystallization; no matter how hard he pulled, they didn't budge. Your intestines began moving, wrapping around his wrists, tightly squeezing them, and bile rose in his throat at the feeling of them.

He began to yell loudly with the hope that somebody in the group would come to his aide, only for silence to answer him. He looks over his shoulder to see darkness staring back at him.

Hyrule jolts at the feeling of a hand clutching his arm; static crept up his arms and down the back of his neck.

Your wild, bloodshot eyes stared back at him. Your hand aggressively grabbed his tunic, forehead against forehead. Blood, spit, and bile spew from your lips and spat across his horror-stricken face.

"YOU COULD'VE SAVED ME!"

Hyrule's body shot forward, his legs scrambling out of his blanket, stumbling over his feet to book it little ways from camp. He fell onto his knees harshly, his body lurching forward, dry-heaving until vomit came out, crying harshly at the burn and the haunting image that never left his mind, burning into his lids.

"-ulie!" He sobbed. Everything hurt. His gut felt like it was squeezing the life out of him, eyes and nose burning. He couldn't stop crying; he cried harder when a hand rested on his back.

"Rulie, Hyrule," the voice sounded so far, yet it was near; he clung to it like a lifeboat upon the roaring waves of the angered seas that never ceased its brutal pounding. It was his anchor when the voice repeated itself,

"Hyrule," oh, so soft, so sweet, "you're safe; it was just a dream."

"Please," he whimpers, "please, don't leave me alone."

"I won't, Link. I won't."

Legend

Everything was screaming at him.

The endless tyrants, the never-ending feeling that he was in danger, consistently in fight or flight mode. Shadows lurked on the edge of his vision, threatening to completely shut the light out as his sight blurred. Everything was spinning; the breath he had escaped him, short gasps left his lips, and the sounds of the forest were drowned out by his own heartbeat pounding loudly with his ears.

'It's not safe! We're not safe!' His brain screamed at him, emotions going wild, flickering like a lit candle between every feeling. Not stopping on one or two, just continuously speeding rapidly like his eyes that ran back and forth in the haze of colors that overwhelmed him.

"Please," he gasped, "make it-"

He felt caged within his mind, feeling like he was stuck in his rabbit form, bouncing off the steel walls, hoping that he'll escape. How many minutes has it been? Two? Elven? He wasn't sure anymore, but the feeling tightened its hold on him, never letting him loose, just as if a Hinox had him in its hand.

"-end," it sounded so far and muffled. Feeling a hand land on his clenched one, he opens his and quickly traps it in his. The buzzing of his nerves vibrated through his hand, and he clenched it tighter, holding the person's hand to his beating chest.

"-end," muffled, "ca- -u -ar -e?"

"NO!" He sobs.

The voice sounded so far; he felt like he was head-first underwater again, relieving the nightmare he witnessed when Koholint Island disappeared and he woke up on a raft in the ocean.

"Please, don't let this be a dream!" He sobbed harshly.

"I got you, but I need you to breathe right now; can you do that? Follow my breathing."

In.

Out.

In. 2. and out. 2.

In. 2. 3. 4. and out. 2. 3. 4.

In. 2. 3. 4. 5. and out. 2. 3. 4. 5.

His sight clears, the first thing he sees was your eyes and your gentle smile.

"Hey there, bunny."

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nalyra-dreaming · 23 days

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Hello again!

Reading some interviews I’m curious about the teaser that “Dubai will be explosive/spicy etc.”

What do you think will happen in Dubai this season- if you were to speculate freely? Will there be violence? Do you think there will be horror and even frights? What kind of horror in that case? Truths seem to be coming to the surface - from maybe all of our main characters? Also how(!) do you think stuff will play out - I feel there’s been a lot of good speculation and of course the books are there about the what - but I’m getting more and more curious about the how of it all - if that makes sense?

Would love to hear your thoughts! Thank you!

Hey!

I've spoken about this before, but... I expect some kind of Merrick-esque fallout in Dubai, coming also with some kind of reveal wrt to "The Groan".

So - emotional impact and also lore-story-line explosion: 1000% :)

I just reblogged a bit of a discussion-meta wrt the revisit of episode 5 here, and I really am nodding along there, because I also feel that one of the big emotional gut punches will be that Merrick-diary-reveal (that was also a sucker punch for book readers back then!). And the attempted suicide after that.

Now, if that is really Marius in the trailer... then "Those Who Must Be Kept" are likely near. IF that holds, then they could be connected to "The Groan". That said, Lestat has to show up for s3 in some kind of manner as well, soo...

I think that Dubai will be increasingly painful. Memories will come back, years of memory, as was said in the trailer. Both Daniel and Louis will be deeply affected. Truths will come out. About their lives, about what they believed of themselves.

About what happened, and why.

The why will be the horror I think.

And the who.

Now, there are a lot of possibilities flitting around my brain as to how the season could end, tbh, but it's a bit difficult to pin down:

There's

Lestat waking up to save Louis , literally shaking the tower's foundations (which would be in line with Merrick, but might be too much "white savior" for the show, however, there was a version that Anne thought about writing first that the show might play with). This is what I think will happen.^^

Akasha waking up in the basement, literally shaking the tower to pieces (she did destroy the tomb under the ice when she rose)

Lestat coming from somewhere else and crashing the party

or Lestat coming onto the radio/TV/internet after all with his rock career

or something entirely new which has to do with the "great conversion"

Personally I think the rockstar career happened in the 80s, it just didn't lead to the same events, in a way proven by Daniel being old now.

We will need to have Lestat "there" somehow for s3.

I think Daniel will continue the interview for at least the next season. I think he will also remember something wrt Lestat.

I do hope for a 4 person play in Dubai in s3.

Imagine Armand, Louis, Lestat and Daniel on a couch, all aware of what the other knows (well, apart from life stories). The bitching, the pettiness, the hidden aggression. Glorious. I would love that.

I do not think there will be violence. Armand loves both Daniel and Louis way too much for that, and Marius would not hurt them either. IF there is violence then that is coming from another source, and if it isn't Akasha... I cannot quite see someone becoming violent, not really. Self-destructive, yes. But against another there? Mhhh. The books coming down on Daniel will most certainly connected to a cataclysmic event, and that... will likely be connected to "The Groan", imho.

And that cataclysmic event will then carry us into s3 :)

Sorry if this isn't... precise.

There is a LOT they could play with and while I see the arc building they might choose to pull something else in, maybe, like the threat by Rhoshamandes, maybe. Or even a Talamasca threat, something Anne toyed with, but never really wrote up.

So there are... possibilities.

The only sure thing is, imho, that it's going to hurt, and that it will bring us to s3 :))))))

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thewalkingwillowtree · 1 year

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Hmmm haven't really made requests before so feel free to disregard this is you don't feel it UK?

Maybe something like unrequited love? I'm a sucker for some angst. Maybe Neteyam and a fierce warrior who he feels he doesn't deserve? Idk I suck a this😭. Hope you're doing good💛

Ahh! Thank you hun, you're the best. I hope I did it justice, you and me both here with the 'new to requests' thing. Fingers crossed.

Part 2

A blow to the gut made you stumble and large hands tried to pin you but you were too quick. Pushing yourself, you skilfully dodged your attacker’s punch, then gripped their wrist in a fierce grip, twisting it behind their back.

With a grunt they landed hard on their stomach when you swept their feet from under them, signalling the end of your match. Applause and laughter broke out from the rest of your team, who had been observing and you whooped happily in success.

“That’s two out of three Sa’ott. Ready to admit defeat now?”

Sa’ott grinned at you and accepted your help in getting up then shoved you playfully, “Fine, I’ll let you have your win this time boss.”

“Sa’ott!” The Na'vi's face went pale, grin slipping right off at the sound of Neteyam’s voice and the rest of your team all clammed up, their easy going demeanour turning composed and disciplined once more.

“Is this how a warrior behaves?!” Neteyam’s booming voice stilled the male, turning him into a stuttering mess.

“N- no. N- no S Sir.”

“Then stop playing around and get back to your drills! All of you!” He barked.

Neteyam’s words were directed to your team, but his anger was all for you and it sent a jolt of chills down your back. Without a glance in your direction they all ran off, leaving the two of you alone.

Ticked off, you glared at him, “Was that really necessary? He’s one of my men! How I choose to train is my choice!”

“That....was not training. The hell is wrong with you? Since when did you start acting so childish?” His jab angered you.

“Childish? Oh that’s rich coming from you. It’s not a crime if I let loose sometimes! It helps, and my team becomes stronger and closer that way. It can’t be all about drills and orders.”

“Tough! That’s all it is. You’re a unit leader, you’re supposed to be leading by example, not having a pissing contest with dumbasses in the middle of drill training for Eywa sake!” His lips curled in disgust “He was flirting with you.”

You knew for sure that Sa’ott wasn’t, he had a mate of his own who he was completely obsessed with. With a quirk of an eyebrow you said, “So?”

“So?” His jaw ticked. “Aha, well you sure move on quick, considering...” His words were mean but you took it in stride.

“You almost sound jealous.”

His face hardened. “Well I’m not! It’s not happening. We’re not happening…or have you forgotten our conversation already? I told you-”

Now it felt like a slap in the face. “Stop. I was there, I don’t need a reminder. It was mortifying enough that I confessed my feelings for you and you rejected me…but I won’t allow you to make me feel bad about it.”

Turning to walk away, frustration bubbled. You couldn’t seem to help yourself though. Answers. You needed answers.

Facing him again, you wiped a bead of sweat off your brow. “I don’t get it, Neteyam. You act as if you care about me, you shoo away any male that even comes near me but yet you say you don’t want me? You can’t have it both ways!”

His face remained passive. “You’re right. I apologize if my actions showed I cared because I assure you…I don’t.”

Ouch, that hurt.

“So do whatever you want, I won’t get in your way again.” He turned to leave but your hurt got the best of you and you shoved his back, hard, causing him to stumble.

When he turned to face you with an angry snarl on his face you shoved his chest this time, cutting off his speech. You knew it was probably childish but you so what? You had finally snapped.

With a frustrated cry and another furious shove, you questioned him.

“What is the matter with you? Why do you keep pretending?! I am not blind. I know what I feel between us! Why are you fighting this huh? Tell me the truth already Neteyam because I am tired of the circles we’re going in, I don’t know how much more of your rejection I can handle. So what is it? Am I not good enough for you or something?”

“Aha!” He let out a loud sarcastic laugh which simmered into a bitter chuckle. “Not good enough….that’s funny.”

He closed the distance between you two and gripped your jaw in a firm grip forcing you to meet his eyes as he glared down at you. “It’s quite the opposite sweetheart.” He spat the nickname as if it were a curse.

You gripped his wrist trying to pull free from his grasp but he only held tighter and a pang of fear mixed with something else erupted in your chest.

“You are the bane of my existence, everything you do irritates me and your presence is completely and insufferably suffocating…is what I want to say…”

You licked your lips, trying to ignore the hurt his words inflicted upon you, “What do you really want to say then?”

His eyes danced between yours, flickering left, right, left, right as he contemplated what to say.

“…I’m the one that’s not good enough for you, I don’t deserve you.”

Silence.

“Nete-”

He released you then stepped back as if your touch burned him, wiping his palm on his thigh. “Don’t read into it. Just drop it alright. From now on I’ll leave you alone, I won’t chase off your little boyfriends. I won’t interrupt your roughhousing or comment on your training tactics. I won’t act as if I care."

That’s the last thing you wanted. You weren’t a crier but right now your emotions were all over the place and you wanted nothing more than to hide and bawl your eyes out. Rejection was a wretched feeling, it stung bad.

He pinched the bridge of his nose looking pained. “Forget about it sweetheart. I’m no good.” When he looked up again, his emotionless mask was visible once more. “We’ll just go back to how we used to be, right?”

Refusing to beg or show him how much he was hurting you right now, you swallowed down the lodge in your throat and gave a jerky nod. “Right. Whatever you want, Sir.”

You knew the ‘Sir’ would get to him, judging by his flinch. You reported to him and from day one he had refused to have you call him Sir. But if this was how he wanted it then so be it.

“Is that it? Can I be dismissed?”

He hesitated, then nodded. “Yeah. That’s it. Dismissed.”

And with that you walked away, head held high.

I'm sorry if there were any errors.

Please reblog, like and let me know if you enjoyed it in the comments :)

Take care for now.

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tkingfisher · 1 year

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Hi. I know I'm just a random person on the internet, but I would like you to know that I just finished Paladin's Hope about 15 minutes ago, and I am still absolutely shattered by the very last line. Stunned. Gutted. Destroyed. It was a sucker punch of epic proportions.

(I love every bit of it)

Thank you so much for these books, and I can't wait for Judith's book (I'm ace; there aren't many protagonists for us out there, and even fewer for aro's). Is there any chance of a Zale-centric book at any point? I love them to pieces! I love the whole setting, but Zale is my favorite. <3

Oh lord! You’re not the first person to ask by a long shot. The problem is that I also love Zale, and I would hate to subject them to the torment of being a protagonist. They don’t deserve to have that happen to them. Zale has quite a good life with a job they enjoy, an office which they swear is organized according to a system, dammit, and a regular fling with a traveling priest who comes into town occasionally and (more importantly) then goes away again.

I would honestly feel like a monster taking all that away from them.

(Also, while I realize that I have a reputation for writing Very Sensible Protagonists, Zale would likely break the meter on that one.)

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bwabbitv3s · 1 year

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Good Godfather Vlad AU - Part 2

Part 1 Those that asked to be tagged. @kaitouhime @krzys2000 @moobloomrights

~This took a few drafts to get it where I wanted. Vlad is really hard to write as getting the help he needs while still being really new to all the sudden changes. ~

Ice Machines and Fudge

The one that manages to corner him first is their daughter Jasmine. She catches him in the ice machine and vending machine room at the hotel at 3am. He is rather impressed with it as he can’t escape by using his powers as there is a CCTV camera to stop people stealing from the vending machine.

“You need to talk to Mom and Dad tomorrow, or Dad is going to try to break into your room.” Jasmine says straight away.

“I beg your pardon?” Vlad responds.

It is 3am, he has not slept well the last two nights. Had a very long video session with his therapist that left him emotionally drained. He just wanted some ice for a cold compress for his headache. The last thing Vlad was expecting was for a teenager to materialize out of the dim shadows between the vending machines. If he had not known better he would have suspected she was a ghost.

“They are both spiraling from the revelation that they left you feeling abandoned for the last decade. They thought they were doing the right thing in respecting your boundaries and not pushing into your life until you reached out. Your lack of response back even years later never deterred them. They took it as a good sign that you never asked them to stop sending letters. ” Jasmine pauses for a moment.

“Dad sends you an invitation to Thanksgiving and Christmas every year, we all sign it.” Jasmine trails off a bit.

The ice bucket nearly falls from his hands at that new sucker punch to the gut. Vlad’s family had always been small and after his parents passed he never had anyone to get together for the holidays with. Until Jack found out and dragged him to every single family holiday since. He would always play devil's advocate in the yearly debate over if Santa was real between Maddie and Jack. It was always good fun and they used the most bizarre physics equations to explain their case. At least until the accident, how many Christmases had he missed.

The ice machine thumps as more ice fills the basin. The static humm buzz of the fluorescent lights fill the air. Jasmine does not press him to respond, just waits for him to collect his thoughts.

“I don’t know if I am ready to face them.” Vlad says softly.

“Sometimes we are not ready for things. We just have to do them anyway as if we wait to be ready it will never happen.” Jasmine says.

“You are quite insightful for your age.” Vlad responds.

“Thank you.” Jasmine.

“Now how do I keep them from trying to smother me while I try to piece things back together.” he continues ending with a wry smile.

“Well first off, fudge always works with Dad.” Jasmine smiles back.

“He always did have a massive sweet tooth. I swear he used to live off nothing but fudge and coffee during exams.” Vlad fondly reminisces.

“Mom is harder and I don’t think you want to be shouting out ghost, while pointing in random directions to distract her.” she embarrassingly tells him.

“I don’t think that would help very much with this. She is more than likely to drag me after a ghost sighting.” Vlad chuckles. He pauses for a moment before a memory alights.

“Does she still fiddle with rubix cubes?” Vlad asks.

“Rubix cubes?” Jasmine asks, confused.

“Your mother in college used to keep a rubix cube to occupy her hands with. Creating patterns and solving a rubix cube was seen as smart and impressive so it did not get taken away from her. She said it helped her focus on things and ground her emotions.” Vlad tells her.

“I never knew that. That could work if you need to escape her manhandling.” Jasmine confirms.

“Well if I am going to face them tomorrow at the brunch I should get some sleep. I will see you and your family tomorrow morning. Have a good night.” Vlad tiredly thanks her. He has to stifle a yawn at the end.

There is a teenage boy staring at his hotel room door, a very familiar looking boy. He feels a flush of warmth inside as he realizes just who has tracked him down. The boy stiffens and turns to look down the hall at Vlad. What an odd pair they must make in this dim hotel hallway. Vlad in his dark silk pajamas and matching housecoat holding a slightly melted bucket of ice. The boy, Daniel, in an oversized NASA hoodie space print flannel pajama pants with a small box?

“Your sister beat you to it. I fear you are too late to warn me about how your parents are ready to ambush me into restarting our friendship. I have consoled myself to facing them tomorrow at brunch and the emotional encounter it will be.” Vlad dramatically sighs out.

From the way Daniel untenses that was the right move. His hands fiddle with the small box.

“Did she catch you in the stairwell or the elevator? I know she has been working on her elevator pitch all day.” Daniel jokingly asks.

“Her elevator pitch was put to good use in the ice machine room. Trapped me between the exit and the vending machines.” Vlad tells him.

“I did not think she had it in her to actually stalk you. I thought she was going to just stay in the elevator and wait for you to use it.” Daniel laughs out.

Not that it would have worked as Vlad had been turning invisible and phasing up the elevator shaft to precisely avoid encounters.

“Never underestimate a determined young woman. Now how may I help you, Daniel?” Vlad asks.

“Well Jazz did the hard work already getting you to face our parents. Here take this.” Daniel says stepping forwards and offering out the small box.

Vlad takes the small box which appears to be a chocolate box of some kind. It is fairly heavy for its size.

“Dad has not had this brand of fudge before. It should give you a solid ten minutes of him running it through his ranking system before he remembers what he had wanted to do. It won’t stop the hug but should allow you the time to remind him to let you keep your feet on the ground for it.” Daniel quickly says.

“That is very thoughtful of you Daniel.” Vlad thankfully says

“Just Danny, Daniel makes it sound like you are going to give me detention.” Danny embarrassingly jokes.

“Danny then. Thank you for this. I know it must be hard to find a chocolate maker that Jack has not tried the fudge for.” Vlad says.

“Glad to help. Well I am still getting over the time zone change and need all the sleep I can. Night Vlad, good luck with Mom. I have yet to find anything to really stop her so you are on your own.” Danny says cheerfully before he sprints down the hall to the elevator.

Vlad looks after as Danny turns a corner then disappears from sight. He sighs before unlocking his hotel room. It seems that at least the children have decided to help him take things at his own pace. He sets the box gently onto the bedside table. Put the ice that has not melted into the cold compress bag for his headache. Sets up his laptop and begins the searches for the closest store that has rubix cubes.

If one happens to go missing from inventory the next morning. Along with several bills totaling more than the cube are found in the empty cash drawer when they go to open the register for the morning, well that is just a wonderful coincidence.

Now with a Part 3, and Part 4

#danny phantom #danny fenton #jasmine fenton #Jazz #Vlad masters #Good godfather Vlad #Danny Phantom AU #Good Vlad Au #Vlad uses the time honoured tradition of hiding from your problems #plus friends that actually included you in their life only you did not know it.#Only his problems are emotions and they are ready to sucker punch him #Also teenagers #Teenagers that learned how to hunt ghosts while hiding it from their parents #Jasmine stalked Danny for weeks after she figured out what was going on without being caught #she can hide from Vlad #Danny is having a much better time in this au at the reunion as he gets to actually sleep without ghosts attacking #Neither has figured out why their ghost sense is going off #Vlad is too emotionally exhausted #Danny sleep deprived and making up for his lost sleep #Danny has only one brain cell and it is working so hard #Vlads first couple meetings with a therapist has gone well #He is like that picture of a china cabinet with all the plates ready to fall out once the door opens #He has just opened the door and is now staring at all the dishes that fell out realizing he has to sort out what can be fixed and saved #Vlad is still very morally gray right now #Full disclosure I view a lot of the cast as neurodivergent as they remind me a lot of my nurodivergent friends #I am the neurotypical of my friend group so I am trying my best

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