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prettygiri222 · 4 months

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Summary: At your boyfriend Onyankopon's backyard pool, what could happen?

Onyankopon x Black Fem Reader SMUT

“girl I wanna handle you, put my hands up on you, baby…” you softly sang while scrolling through your boyfriend Onyankopon��s phone. you were in your own little world, lightly swaying in the water of his backyard pool as you queued up music. you were wearing a sparkly pink bikini that left very little to the imagination, Onya feared that during any little movement, your tits would spill out.

you and Onya hadn’t gone very far in your relationship, the most you’ve done so far was heated make-out sessions. you were a shy little thing when Onya first met you so he didn’t want to do anything to make you uncomfortable. he opted to smoke a blunt to calm his nerves tonight, he asked if you wanted a hit but you said no.

instead of feeling relaxed, he became hyper-aware of your second lips slipping out of your bikini. he was trying his best to be respectful and not look but it was so hard, especially when you bent over to shake your ass, making waves in the water when your favourite songs came on.

you were taking sneak peeks at Onya as he smoked on the other side of the pool not wanting you to get a “second hand” high. but the herbal scent still wafted close. your man was so fine, he had a freshly done taper fade that exposed his chiselled jaw. his chest tattoo was on full display and his neck was decorated with a gold chain that held your initials in cursive with a little heart. the reflection of light off of the pool gave his dark skin a glowing hue.

you could feel yourself grow wetter in the pool, your fluid tainting your boyfriend's pool. you looked back down at the phone to distract yourself. but you couldn't help but want to relieve the feeling.

Onya watched you with the gaze of a hunter stalking its prey. he wanted to know what you tasted like, you always filled his nostrils with the sweet scent of cocoa butter. he imagined that you would taste no different.

“when you gon let me eat you out babygirl?” Onya’s husky voice echoed in the empty backyard. your eyes widened in shock at his blunt statement but the words went straight to your core. Onya shocked himself as well, he was thinking about it but he he wasn’t going to say it. you slowly turned around to look at your boyfriend seeing him put out the end of his blunt, he said it so he was gonna stand on it.

“Onya! what are you…” you stopped mid-sentence making eye contact with his red eyes. he was manspreading on the edge of the pool, his wet trunks sticking to his skin exposing his boner but he wasn’t ashamed. he followed your eyes smiling when he found what you were looking at. he jumped into the pool and slowly made his way over to you, holding eye contact till he got too close and you broke it. you looked to the side nervously, your lower stomach was doing flips.

“you ain’t hear what I said?” his usual deep voice sounded hoarse as he whispered in your ear. he pulled back to look at you, loving the way you were turning into putty without him even touching you. you guys were so close but so far, you backed into the wall when Onya came close but he had you trapped now. he let his question hang in the air waiting for your answer.

“I did” you whispered, still avoiding eye contact. he didn’t even have to touch you and you were already losing it. you wanted him so bad, but you were speechless. the tension was so thick it was suffocating.

“you gon let me have a taste?” he asked. you nodded your head, biting your lip. finally, given the green light he’s been looking for, Onya pounced on you, capturing your lips in a deep kiss. he took your ass in his palms, groping you as he pulled you closer. you gasped into the kiss and he used the opportunity to slither his tongue into your mouth. you closed your eyes and wrapped your hands around his neck pulling him in deeper, feeling your tongues mould together.

the spicy taste of the weed was present in his mouth but there was an underlying sweetness of the honey candy he was always sucking. without breaking the kiss Onya grabbed you by the thighs and pulled you onto the ledge of the pool, situating him in between your legs as he stood tall in the pool. he took the chance to grind into you, feeling you melt into the kiss.

your boyfriend's tongue gently sucked on yours swallowing up your moans, it wasn't long till you were out of breath. he felt you pulling back but he grabbed you by the back of the neck so you couldn’t break this kiss. his other hand moved to play with the strings of your bikini at your hips, slowly untying them.

only when he started feeling you gasp for breath he pulled back, breaking the string of saliva between your lips. you looked up at him with blown-out pupils and the view went straight to his dick, your soft lips swollen, your perky nipples from the cool air, your brown skin glistening and the invisible locs that framed your sculpted face. you were perfect in his eyes.

Onya bit his big plump lips as he peeled your bikini off, he was salivating at the thought of finally seeing lil ma. but before he could reveal her you grabbed onto his strong arms and closed your legs.

“wait Onya!” he rolled his eyes but waited for you to speak. “we’re outside, what if one of your neighbours sees us?” you didn’t really care about his neighbours if you were being honest, you just wanted a second to breathe. you’ve never had a guy go down on you so you didn’t know what to expect and you were a little nervous.

Onya didn’t say anything as he got out of the pool beside you and walked over to the towels on the lawn chairs. you looked at his back in worry, did you make him mad? you watched silently as he walked back over to you with an intense burning in his eyes. he wrapped the towel over your wet body before picking you and your discarded bikini up.

you wrapped your legs around his waist shivering at the feeling of the cold night air against your exposed core and his hard-on rubbing against your stomach. he kicked open the glass door and hastily made his way across the living room and into his bedroom. he dropped you softly onto the bed, briefly exposing your lower half before you fixed the towel.

“is this better?” he looked deep into your eyes trying to sense any discomfort. you shuffled under the intensity of his gaze. Onyankopon was always such a gentleman, no matter how heated things got he never went further if you didn’t want to. but you were getting a bit frustrated, it’s not that you never wanted things to go further you just didn’t know how to initiate things.

“I need to hear you say yes baby,” he asked, sensing your hesitation. despite his demeanour, Onya was slowly losing it, he wanted you, no, he needed you. he was desperate to get a taste of you at this point if you said no he could see himself getting on his knees to beg.

“I want you, Onya,” you affirmed, holding his gaze. your boyfriend didn’t waste any more time. he dropped to his knees on the floor and grabbed you by the ankles to pull you toward the end of his king size bed. he was moving like a starved man, he made quick work of the towel and your bra leaving you exposed. but he couldn’t help but stare at you in awe, his beautiful girlfriend bare before him.

“stop staring, it’s embarrassing.” you lightly kicked his shoulder to get him out of his trance. he was staring at your naked body for so long you were starting to feel a little self-conscious. his gaze was intense, you could see the yearning in his deep brown eyes.

“you’re so beautiful, I can't help it.” he smiled up at you before he got to work. Onya grabbed the underneath of your thighs and pushed them up so they were out of the way. exposing your glistening two toned lips.

“shit, you ever touch yourself down here?” Onya hissed looking at your tiny hole. his dick jumped at the sight but he didn't think he would be able to fuck it tonight. it would be a tight fit. he would have to stretch you out and get you used to something smaller first, like his fingers.

“when I think about you,” you airly confessed. you looked up at the ceiling thinking of the countless nights after Onya dropped you home after hours of steamy makeout sessions that led to nothing. where his hands would ghost over your zipper unaware of your throbbing core desperate for his touch. how the thick material of his jeans prevented you from feeling his dick.

when you got home you would busy yourself playing with your little bud. imagining how Onya would fuck you, how he'd fill you up so well. on the days your dripping cunt miserably clenched around nothing, you would shove a finger or two to fulfil your fantasy of your boyfriend pounding into you.

“so you've been holding out on me?” Onya kept a steady hold on your plush thighs while he spread your lips with his right. he was able to witness the clear fluid gushing out of you. he dragged his forefinger around your hole collecting the liquid before pushing his middle finger past your tight muscle. “that's not very nice.”

“Onyaaa” you squealed out gripping the sheets.

“your fucking leaking babygirl” after giving you time to adjust he slowly inserted his ring finger. he loved the way your pink hole readily sucked him in, contrasting against your brown lips. “you a squirter? or you cream?”

“don't know” Onyankopon’s well-manicured fingers were prodding at spots your small fingers couldn’t reach. it had you twisting and turning in the sheets not knowing if you wanted to run away from the onslaught of pleasure or invite more.

“guess we'll both find out,” Onya loved how sensitive you were. when he pulled his fingers out your hips chased after. you let out airy moans and high-pitched mewls when he nudged your delicate spots.

Onyakopon looked up at you relishing in your beauty. your eyes were locked on him now but he could tell you were out of it. your brows were burrowing as you concentrated on the budding sensation on your lower abdomen.

you could feel him spreading you, he was doing a scissoring motion inside you. before you felt him slip a third finger into your dripping wet cunt. this felt way better than when you touched yourself alone.

now able to move his wrists more freely, Onyankopon started to curl his fingers against the roof of your core. goading out more of your translucent sap when he pushed in and out. the sounds of your wetness were mixing in with your moans.

his fingers were drenched. he was drooling just looking at it, he needed to have a taste. this time when he pulled out he removed his hands completely but it was replaced with a warm, wet feeling. you knew immediately that it was his tongue.

“mhmm,” your boyfriend let out a guttural moan at the taste of you. you were like a cold sweet lemonade after a long day of hard work in the sun, delicious. after he delivered a few kitten licks to your slit lapping up your slick he knew he was addicted and craved more.

“i'ma get it wet like a jacuzzi, and sex with me so amazing” rihanna’s song softly rang through the house from the speaker your boyfriend left playing outside due to his haste. but boy was it an understatement.

“ohmygod, Onya!” your hands found themselves on his head when he started suckling at your clit. you were grinding against his open mouth turning into putty from the mind-numbing pleasure.

“don’t stop, please!” you cried out even though he showed no signs of slowing or stopping. he licked from your hole to slit, sometimes dipping his wet muscle in to tongue-fuck you. the way you clenched around it was enough to tell him you were close.

“wasn't planning on it, just hold on for me ok baby?” Onya didn’t give you any time to process what he said before he inserted his fingers back into your soaking pussy. his lips still attached to your swollen nub giving you the best of both worlds. the onslaught of pleasure quickly had your legs begin to shake.

your hands locked into his short kinks grabbing at what you could. “m close, so close Onya” you were fiercely grinding into his face now. Onya loved it, you were using his face to get off like a fucking toy. your eyes were screwed shut as you focused on reaching your peak. you were so close you could taste it. “mhm mhm”

“can I cum Onya? pretty please?” Onyankopon thought it was cute that you thought you needed his permission to cum. even in your desperation, you were being such a good girl for him. so who was he to deny his sweet princess?

“uh huh” Onya didn’t bother to remove his lips to reply, busying himself with your clit while his fingers plunged into your throbbing cunt. the little vibration was enough to send you over the edge. and you plummeted hard.

“Onyaaa” you squealed out as the pleasure flooded your body. leaving your limbs trembling in its wake. “fuck fuck!” Onyankopon removed his mouth from your pulsating clit but focused on riding you through your orgasm with his fingers.

“shit, you do both” Onya ogled at his hands. when he pulled his fingers out they were covered in a creamy white paste. but still, a colourless liquid gushing out from your gaping hole. your empty whole was quivering at the loss of his fingers. your body let out little hiccups in attempt to calm itself.

“Onya…” you opened your eyes to see your boyfriend stuffing his fingers into his mouth. despite your previous orgasm, you felt yourself get wet again watching him lick and suck at the fingers he had shoved in you just a moment ago.

“I can't help myself, you just taste so good.”

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lo-vearchive · 11 months

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Forgive Me

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x female! reader

Summary: After an argument at work with your boss Miguel O’Hara you quit your job at Alchemex in anger. Luckily your boss’ AI talks some sense into him and sends him your way to beg for forgiveness. Read Part Two: here

Word Count: 2340 words

Content: Miguel being a rude bastard, Miguel begging for forgiveness, 18+ (minors DNI), no explicit smut, but things do get spicy at the end, breastplay, questionable Spanish

Note: Not proofread. Did get carried away a little, but I just love angst and men begging. Take it up with the duolingo owl if you don’t like my Spanish (i tried :((). Feedback is appreciated because this may be the most I have ever written on Tumblr. Have fun, horndogs.

You rush into Miguel’s office at Alchemex on a Tuesday afternoon.

“Mr. O’Hara,” you call out, heaving. “I need to speak to you.”

If Miguel found the use of his last name odd, he didn’t react. He sat hunched over his desk, clattering away on his keyboard. His wide shoulders obstructed the view of the screen, but you could tell he was working away at something important. Everything Miguel did seemed to be a matter of life or death recently and that left you with no time to discuss the nature of your relationship. You were stuck somewhere between more than colleagues but less than romantic partners, and now you wanted more than just the stolen looks and accidental lingering touches.

When he didn’t answer you called out again, wary of the listening ears at your workplace. “Mr. O’Hara?”

He let out a sigh with his back still turned to you. “What is it?”

You clear your throat to brace yourself against his cold tone. “It’s about something a bit more personal, sir. I would feel much better if we could speak with the door closed—”

“No quiero hablar contigo,” (I don’t want to speak to you) he cut you off. “I have a deadline to meet. Come back later.”

“This is important,” you insisted, glancing behind you at the ajar door to his office. “I just need some clarity about where things are going. Our interactions are messing with my head and that’s impacting my performance. I just need an answer.”

Miguel scoffed and continued typing away. “Helping you with your little feelings isn’t my priority. Go find something else to do. I’m busy.”

Irritation flooded through your body. Usually you could tolerate his hot-and-cold behaviour, but your patience was wearing thin. You hated his unwillingness to ever say what he truly felt, and you were tired of being in limbo. “You can’t just dismiss me like I’m some child. Miguel—”

“— No me hables—” (Don’t talk to me)

“No, I am going to talk, and you are going to listen or whatever is going on between us will end right now!”

He slammed his hands on his desk and the entire room shook on impact. He turned around and stalked towards you until he stood, looming over you. His red eyes reflected the anger in yours. He ran a large hand through his dark, dishevelled hair and spoke in a hushed, stern voice. “You are embarrassing yourself. Do I have to remind you that I’m your boss and this is your workplace? Let go of whatever fantasies you have got cooking in your head and get to work.”

You felt as if someone had slapped you in the face. Your cheeks felt hot, and your eyes began to sting. You felt like an idiot and then you felt angry for feeling that way as Miguel stood in front of you with sunken eyes and a stoic face.

A smirk played on his lips. “Calladita estás más guapa.” (You look prettier when you’re quiet)

You didn’t need advanced Spanish skills to understand what he meant. “F-Fuck you,” you choked through a constricting throat. “You’re an asshole. I quit.”

You stormed out of the office, hiding the tears that had begun leaking out. Avoiding the pitiful gazes of your colleagues, you grabbed your purse off the reception desk, threw your nametag aside and left the building.

Once Miguel was alone in his office, his bravado faded away. “Fuck,” he murmured, running a hand over his face. “Lyla, give me a visual on her.”

Lyla puffed into his sight with her arms crossed over her chest. Behind her played a video of your name tag being tugged off your coat lapel and landing in the garbage. Your palms rubbed furiously against your eyes as you made your way to the elevator and away from him. “Shit,” he cursed again. “I messed up . . . ”

“Messed up?” Lyla echoed, incredulity laced in her voice. “You broke her heart! Matter of fact, I can show you precisely where you shattered it!”

She rewinded the visual to a few minutes back. Miguel’s stomach dropped as he saw her lips tremble as she held her head up, listening to the knives launching out of his mouth. Lyla shook her head as you��re the image of your crestfallen face faded away. “You better fix this,” she warned.

“I know, I know,” he exhaled loudly. “Send me her location. I need to go fix this.”

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You sat in your bed with red eyes and a spicy chicken burrito bowl, scrolling through a job-hunting website. Miguel would have told you that the take-out place you ordered from wasn’t authentic Mexican food, but he would also dismiss your existence in the same sentence, so you decided to not put any weight behind his words. Yet you couldn’t deny that his behaviour today hurt you deeply. You kept replaying your past interactions to see if you had imagined a connection where there was none.

It had been six months since you started working at Alchemex. Everyone had warned you about Miguel and his brashness towards his past secretaries. You used to walk on eggshells around him, minimizing the space you took, and trying your hardest to not bring any undue attention to yourself. It wasn’t long until you figure out he was Spider-Man, you were always perceptive, especially of him. Somewhere along the line, the nine-to-fives turned to nine-to-midnight and then those turned into overnight stays at his office, working alongside him to research anomalies with Lyla.

At first, it was just innocent touches at the small of your back to move you out of his way in the cramped office. Then came the lingering touches on your arms as he hunched over behind you, helping you navigate some code written on his computer screen. You could vividly recall the night when you couldn’t reach a box of files on the top shelf of his filing case. Miguel had scooped you up effortlessly with an arm underneath your buttocks. His warm breath hit your stomach as he asked, “Did you get it?” You were thankful that he didn’t see the bright flush on your cheeks as he lowered you back onto the ground. You were even more thankful when he didn’t step away.

But none of that mattered anymore. He was an asshole and you had quit your job. You shoved a spoonful of rice in your mouth and pushed away the memories. The sun began to set, painting your room orange and slowly that too faded away. You sat in the darkness, contemplating hitting up your friends for a night out when you felt the hair on the back of your neck rise. From the corner of your eye, you saw a shadowy figure peering inside your bedroom from the fire escape. You let out a loud scream, scrambling away with the bowl in your hand.

The figure held up its hand in surrender. “It’s me! It’s me!” a familiar voice called out.

“Miguel?”

The figure nodded and the mask around its face disappeared to reveal his face. “Let me in,” he said, pressing his hand against the glass. “I need to speak to you.”

You set the bowl down on a nearby table and walked towards the fire escape with your arms crossed over your chest. “Pero no quiero hablar contigo,” (but I don’t want to speak to you) you replied, throwing his words right back to him. “You need to leave.”

He sighed and shook his head. Holding his wrist out, he let out a string of web and pulled the door back slightly. “No!” you shrieked as he slipped in through the gap. “I won’t get my safety deposit back!”

He crossed the space between us in long strides and grabbed my arms. “I will fix it,” he promised, “but I need you to listen to me first.”

You eyed him with a neutral expression, trying your hardest to control your thundering heart. “I am so, so sorry,” he said with his big brown eyes boring into yours. “I was an idiot for how I behaved. Please don’t quit. I need you.”

You pursed your lips and looked away.

“Mírame,” (look at me) he whispered, moving his hands up to your neck. His thumb turned your chin softly back to him.

“You were right,” he continued, rubbing his thumb softly across your jawline. “There is something here and it scares me. I acted like a coward today when you, my sweet, brave girl brought it up. Please don’t leave me behind.”

“You made me feel like I was an idiot,” you mumbled, fighting back tears, and looking anywhere but him. “Made me feel as if I was imagining things. I don’t want your apologies. I don’t want to forgive you.”

His large hands moved to cup your face. He inched closer until the material of his suit slightly skimmed the surface of your tank top. He pressed his forehead to yours. “Forgive me.”

“No.”

his cool minty breath gently fanned your face. “Forgive me,” he whispered.

“No.”

“Forgive me,” he repeated and moved his face lower to the crook of your neck.

“No— ung.”

He pressed his lips gently against the sensitive skin on your neck. “Forgive me.”

You raised your forearms and pressed them into his chest, attempting to push him away, but Miguel didn’t move an inch. His arms moved to your back, caging you in his embrace. “Not fair!” you cried.

He tipped your head back with his nose and slid his lips across the expanse of your throat. You bit your lips harshly to prevent the sounds of pleasure from escaping your throat. Your chest rose and fell harshly as his lips sucked away sensually. He moved his mouth and connected it with a spot that made your legs go numb. Miguel’s hands caught you before you could slip away. He hoisted you up and on instinct, you wrapped your legs around him for support. He walked you both backwards and gently laid you down on your mattress.

Leaning over you, he opened his mouth to speak but the light from your laptop screen caught his attention. “You’re already looking for jobs?” he pouted, fisting the sheet around your head. “You can’t leave me behind, baby. What am I supposed to do without you?”

You scoffed. “Whatever you were doing before. You can find someone else to be mean to.”

He grunted and dipped down to your throat once again. “I don’t want anyone else. I only want you.”

He kissed you again and your hand flew to his dark locks in surprise. He groaned as you tugged on it. “You can pull my hair and be mean to me too,” he mumbled against your throat. “Just please forgive me and give us a chance.”

You wrapped your hand around his neck. “Everyone at work heard us argue.”

“I don’t care,” he said. “It was my fault, and I won’t ever do it again.”

“People will talk,” you tried to reason, playing with the ends of his locks. “You are my boss.”

He pulled back to meet your eyes. His hair stuck out in different places and made you giggle. “Oh, yeah? Just your boss?”

“Yeah, what else— mmph!”

His mouth is on yours and it leaves you confused. Every touch of his in the past has been fleeting but this time Miguel won’t let this kiss end. His tongue parts your mouth and finds yours as his hand coaxes your jaw open. You let out a satisfied hum as he brushes your hair away from your face and neck and angles your face up. You had always imagined what kissing him would feel like, but nothing compared to this. You both lay in bed, fully dressed, but Miguel kissed you like he was already inside of you.

He pulled away and you groan, chasing his lips. “Wait, wait, wait, does this mean you forgive me?”

You rolled your eyes and exhaled harshly. “Miggy, you’re in my bed and on top of me. Of course, I forgive you.”

“Good,” he grinned.

His hand moves to your throat and then down the laced edge of your tank top. He inhales you deeply. “You smell so good. Every time you walked by my desk, I would get hard from a whiff,” he muttered to himself. “Thought it was your perfume, but now I know that it’s just you, your scent . . . I wonder if its stronger when I . . . can I?”

You were too preoccupied with feelings of disbelief to understand what he was saying, but you knew you felt safe in his arms. You nodded enthusiastically. Miguel hooked a finger into my tank top and gently pulled it down. He lets out a deep groan as your peaked nipples emerge from behind the fabric. “I know this is fast, but God, I could just . . .”

He wrapped his large hand around a breast. You let out a whimper as his touch makes your cunt clench around nothing. He moves your nipple in the space between his fingers and gives it a tug. “Miggy,” you gasp, gripping his hair. “You do this to all your secretaries?”

He shook his head as he continued to play with your nipple, rubbing it between his fingertips. “Only you, baby. I only ever want you.”

His warm mouth wrapped around a nipple as your legs wrap around him tighter. He sucks away at one breast while his hand plays with the other.

“Miguel!” you cry out at the sensation.

The side of your thigh begins to vibrate. It takes you a moment for you to navigate through the haze of pleasure to realize his cell phone is ringing. You reach into his suit pocket and pull out his phone. The words ‘Tyler Stone, CEO’ shine brightly on the screen.

You let out laugh which turns into moan. “Your boss is calling.”

Without stopping his ministrations, he tugs the phone out of your hand and chucks it aside on the bed. “Can’t talk now,” he mumbled around your breast. “I have my mouth full.”

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kaiijo · 5 months

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LOVER — RORONOA ZORO

roronoa zoro + i take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover content: gn! reader

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dinners between pirate crews don’t usually occur since your alliances are fragile and you’re all prepared to fight at a moment’s notice. but given the collaboration between the strawhats pirates, the heart pirates, and the kid pirates, it’s safe to say that you’re all a bit more reassured that no one’s about to slice someone’s head off.

you accept another glass of wine from robin as usopp rambles on about how he took out at least thirty marines in your latest high-sea tussle. across the table, zoro snorts and gives you a dead-eyed stare that has you giggling behind your cup.

you and zoro have been dating for quite some time, having begun only a few weeks after you joined luffy’s crew. neither of you have been inclined to tell the rest of your friends in order to avoid merciless teasing as well as mitigating the damage should your relationship go south. if it does, only the two of you will know about it and stew over it — the least amount of risk, you both agreed.

franky glugs down another stein of beer, laughing jovially, “alright, alright, i’ve got an idea!”

“oh? and what’s that?” robin asks, resting a hand on her chin.

“let’s play a game. gotta spice things up!”

“hey!” usopp protests. “my stories are super spicy!”

“yeah, right,” kid snickers, “they’re also lies.”

usopp glares and is about to retort but franky beats him to the punch, saying, “truth or dare!”

“really?” deadpans law. “isn’t that for kids?”

“aww, you need to loosen up, cap!” shachi says, nudging law. “i’m down.”

franky says, “i’m sure everyone knows the rules. only thing is if you refuse to answer a truth or do a dare, you drink!”

luffy perks up. “yeah, alright! that sounds like fun! zoro! zoro! truth or dare?”

your boyfriend smirks. “dare. do your worst.”

“i dare you to eat one of your swords.”

zoro’s eyes nearly pop out of his head. “no way!”

“gotta drink then,” you say to him.

“not a problem.” zoro lifts his stein to his mouth and you watch with appreciation as his bicep flexes and bulges under the tight t-shirt he’s wearing. he easily chugs down his beer, wiping his lips with the back of his hand.

zoro dares sanji to throw out his collection of dirty magazines that he found under sanji’s bed; sanji asks nami who she would date if she could date any crew member (“ew, none of you.”); nami gets bepo to perform one of uta’s songs and bepo asks franky what’s the best kept secret he’s held from you all.

franky smirks at law and says, “alright, law, truth or dare.”

“truth.”

“if you could hook up with anyone on the deck, who would it be?”

law frowns at the question and you’re sure he’s going to drink instead but when he says your name, the ship erupts into chaos. nami and ikkaku elbow you, their grins suggestive and encouraging; sanji glares at law; shachi, penguin, and bepo gape; and kid and luffy howl with laughter. you sit there in stunned silence, your face on fire, and you can’t look at law.

you chance a peek at zoro and find that, in all the ensuing chaos, he’s nowhere to be found. you catch the door to the belly of the thousand sunny swinging closed and you immediately stand, heading downstairs. you ignore everyone’s questioning shouts in favor of searching for your boyfriend.

“zoro?” you call. “zoro!”

you wander the halls for a few minutes, checking the kitchen, the men’s quarter, the gym. you find him quickly, though, inside the energy room. he’s sitting on a crate, expression sour, and you plop down next to him. “you okay?” you ask.

“i’m fine.”

you study him — his profile, the slope of his nose and the sharpness of his jaw, the way the low light of the room makes his tan skin look golden. you sit quietly with him for a few moments, listening to the engine of the ship run. zoro holds himself rigidly, unnervingly still, but you can feel the irritation rolling off of him, can still see the tension in his body.

you reach over, brushing your hand against his brow to smooth out the furrow. he looks over at you, still scowling but a little less intensely now. you say, “i’m guessing what law said bothered you.”

he shrugs. you sigh, “it’s just a game, zoro. i’m sure he didn’t even mean it, probably said the first name he thought of.”

zoro grunts derisively, “he definitely meant it. look at you.”

you can’t help the pleased feeling the rushes through you but you don’t let it show as you let your hand fall to his shoulder. “it’s just a game. doesn’t mean anything.”

“yeah,” zoro says. there’s a beat and then he says, “i hate hidin’ this.”

“really?” you can’t hide your surprise. zoro’s the one who initially brought up keeping this from everyone.

“i’m sick of it,” he says. “sick of the fuckin’ love cook always saying shit to you. i hate when guys flirt with you and i can’t fuckin’ do anything because the rest of the damn crew is there and luffy’s makin’ me watch his scarf down twenty plates of roast beef.”

you snicker at the memory, which pulls a small smile at of zoro. you rest your head against his shoulder and he mutters, “hate that the fuckin’ doctor said you.”

“we could tell them, you know. i think it’s okay now.”

“yeah?”

“yeah,” you say. “i’m, like, super in love with you so you’re stuck with me.”

zoro snorts, “yeah, yeah. love you too.”

“are you ready to endure all the teasing from franky, robin, and nami?”

“for you, yeah.”

you tilt your head up and kiss his jaw. zoro grins, leaning down to catch your mouth with his.

When you break apart, you ask him, “I would’ve placed money on you going to the gym. Why’d you come here?”

“Oh. I got lost.”

“You two okay?” asks robin as you and zoro resurface. the game seems to have finished and everyone’s back to drinking and chatting, though they all turn to you when they hear robin.

“yeah, we’re good,” you tell her. “we actually have something to tell you.”

“what is it?” nami asks.

“we’re together,” zoro says. “have been for a while.” and then, unexpectedly, zoro’s arm wraps around your hip and pulls you close.

the ship erupts into the chaos again with you and zoro in the middle. somewhere among all the yelling and gasping, law taps your shoulder and apologizes, which you wave off with an easy smile and zoro gives a firm nod.

nami shakes her head. “i can’t believe you two kept this from us!” and then, she turns to you. “zoro? really? you could do so much better.”

you wind yours arms around zoro’s waist, crushing him in a sideways hug. “nope, i don’t think so. he’s all mine!”

nami gags and robin smiles calmly. “i’ve always known.”

you and zoro stare at her. “what?”

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yorshie · 5 months

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omg they’re all so good its hard to choose…

2 + 15 for leo on the blurb list??

—noirleo ♡

Hello! Glad you're back! Ahhh, nice prompt choices! Let's see if I can't get some jealous Leo being a sassy s/o out of em. Thank You for Requesting on Blurb Day! (edit: ....hm..... how do I always come right back to spicy leo. *looks at map in confusion*) @noirleo

It seems someone had pressed Leo's buttons a little too much at the casual soiree the Police Chief had put together to celebrate the holidays. You weren't sure if it was the newly graduated cadet that tried to retrieve you a drink, or Vern sloshing over you in a half drunken side hug, but when you caught Leo eyeing you out of the corner of your eye, you knew something had him rankled.

You gave him a questioning look of your own, eyes dodging to the side in a clear prompt to follow you, and you watched as he gave you a small nod before seemingly returning to the conversation he was pretending to have.

Ten minutes later, washing your hands in the half bath on the second floor, you were not surprised to hear the click of the door relocking behind you.

"Took you long enough, Blue." You said over your shoulder, reaching for a towel to dry your hands, only to stop and catch yourself against the counter at the sudden way Leo stepped up behind you.

His beak dipped to blow cool air against your ear, plastron a hairs-breath away from your back, his hands mirroring your own pressed against the marble countertop. "Sorry," he breathed, nuzzling into your pulse, "had to speak to Vern about something before I could get away."

Vern? Shit. You closed your eyes, breathing in deep at the feel of Leo's lips pressing a chaste kiss against your shoulder. "Should I be worried?"

Leo hummed, the sound usually low and soothing, but in the inclosed space it brought upon a shiver strong enough to knock your arms against his.

You could feel the smirk he pressed against your skin, his beak nuzzling in search of skin. "What if I promised I was on my best behavior." He raised his head, leaned down to set his jaw on your shoulder to meet your eyes in the mirror, "just for you?"

You huffed out a single chuckle, looking away from his eyes, searching for the movement he was trying to cover, and spying his hands slowly moving towards your hips. "Why do I not believe you?"

"Vern's fine," Leo blinked, long and slow, and by the tilt of his head you knew he was aiming to misbehave. For a moment you wondered if he'd somehow gotten tipsy-

"Is this you being jealous, Blue?" You asked, gaze flitting between his lazy eyes and the slow movements of his hands he wasn't even bothering to hide now.

"If I told you I was, would you let it go?" He asked before turning his head to the side and nudging your head with his beak, grip surprisingly soft as he finally reached his goal, palms sliding against the material of your clothes covering your hips. You went to cover his hands, curling your fingers over his own to hold him in place.

"I might be tempted to do so," You countered, leaning to the side to avoid his teeth when he nipped cheekily at your ear. He swayed to follow, abandoning his original plan to simply snuggle against your neck once more.

"You smell good." He whispered, pressing another kiss before slowly releasing you. "Can we head back home, though? I can't exactly tempt you very well in Chief Vincent's powder room, after all." He gave you a little smirk, one side of his mouth tipping further up, blue eyes trailing down your body.

You swallowed, tongue peeking out to touch your upper lip before to managed to answer, "go... give the Chief our goodbyes, I'll meet you by the door."

Leo pressed one last kiss to your shoulder, blue eyes holding your own in the mirror, and between blinks he was gone, the door locking once more behind him.

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sad-not-glad · 1 year

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We Know Something You Don’t

Pairing: Bucky x pregnant! Reader

Word count: 3415

Warnings: pregnancy symptoms, allusion to birth, tooth-rotting fluff

A/N: the second part to I Know Something You Don’t, This is going to become a series :) reposted, again, from the account I deleted like a stupid mf.

First part: Here

Bucky really was amazed at what the modern world could do now for expecting mothers. He had accompanied you to every doctors appointment and there was a healthy stack of parenting books growing on his bedside table. Everything that the doctor said he soaked in like a sponge, asking so many questions you had to tell him to stop more than once in your so far short pregnancy. They supposed you were only around 10 weeks along so you still had quite a while to go yet.

The best part by far was the ultrasound. Bucky was brought to tears when during your first appointment you both were shown the very first image of your precious little baby. He unashamedly began to brag on his child, praising them for growing so well and being so strong. He wouldn't listen when you told him that it was barely a tiny blob, because that in itself was amazing. One of the pictures now had a permanent place safe inside his wallet.

The one thing that was less than exciting to you both was the idea of telling your team the news. For Bucky it was the fear of judgment and potential for harm if anyone outside of your friend group caught wind of the upcoming child. Your fears revolved around losing your independence. It was bad enough that the team babied you already, you didn't think you could stand it if they got any worse. You valued your independence, and while you were on a leave from missions for the time being you had no intentions to stop your training. Maybe modify things a bit for your new condition, but you really wanted to remain active for as long as possible.

So the both of you kept dancing around the subject. Excuses for why you weren't going on missions, faking dates for doctors appointments, avoiding any situation where alcohol would be involved. Of course you knew that you couldn't hide it forever but it would be nice to adjust to the idea of becoming parents before they overwhelmed you with their own excitement.

Tonight was making that hard though. It was supposed to be a simple, slow evening in which everyone could be lazy and watch TV together. And it had been up until a few minutes ago, when Tony appeared with some kind of new takeout from a place that had recently opened nearby. The food is passed around and you decide on a serving of spicy chicken with rice. It was something you usually loved and you were sure this place would be no different. The first bite was… odd. You chewed slowly, poking at the chicken before cautiously lifting the fork to your mouth again. All at once the spice and smell and texture hit you as you threw down the container and made a mad dash for the kitchen.

“Holy shit-” There's the sound of something being tossed down as footsteps follow you. But that doesnt matter. Not when you're about to blow chunks all over the countertops. With one last strain of effort you launch yourself over the sink as you begin to vomit painfully. Carefully you feel two hands sweep the hair from your face into a makeshift ponytail as cold fingers press against the back of your neck. You heave in a deep breath before hurling again. Tears are streaming down your face and you know there's bile stuck in your hair and to your face, but all you can focus on is getting the sickness out of your system. After several grueling minutes of emptying your stomach you finally felt the nausea fade off.

“Is she okay, Barnes?” That was Tony. Bucky struggled to find an answer to the questioning stares as you heave in deep breaths. “Yeah, she's gonna be okay.” You shake your head softly, glancing back at him with wavering eyes. This was a secret you had to spill, you couldn't hide it any longer. Not from a team filled with assassins and geniuses.

“Buck, tell them”

“Tell us what? What's going on you two?” Bucky takes your still shaking hand into his, nodding softly before turning towards the team littered around the kitchen. “(Y/N) is pregnant.” The silence is deafening and it puts you on edge for a moment before the tension is broken by Steve’s sharp cry of surprise. All hell breaks loose suddenly and you're both swept up and passed between people for long, tight hugs.

“Oh my god, Baby Banres!”

“You’re pregnant?!”

“I'm so happy for you two!!!”

Nobody seemed to mind the mess you had made of yourself as they all took turns hugging and showing you with praises. After a considerable amount of time Bucky managed to pry you from Natasha’s tight hold, slightly take aback by the reaction to such a simple sentence. But it wasnt simple, your entire life was going to be changing drastically in the next year. You beamed up at him, simply glowing after being showered in so much affection. And he was so ready to start to journey with you at his side.

Bucky was sure that he was going to die right there in the stiff hospital chair he sat in. The doctor’s kind words flew right over his head and the only thought in his mind was that she had said this baby was a little girl. A daughter, he was going to have a little baby princess with you. A little girl with your soft hair and striking eyes, listening to her giggles as her Daddy dotes on her, heading her call him Daddy. That alone was what broke the dam of his eyes, allowing the tears to fly freely over his cheeks. By now the doctor had left you alone and you were already sitting up on the bed.

“Sweetheart?” He turned to you, opening his mouth to respond but coming up short. Your expression melted as you reached out and pulled him forward into your arms. He gripped tightly to you, overwhelmed with the pure love flowing through his veins. He had no idea what he had done along the way to deserve this, but god Bucky would do anything to keep his little family safe. After the tears slow he finally looks up at you, sniffing as you wipe the dampness from his face. “Its a girl?” You nod softly and he chokes on another sob as it becomes so much more real. He held tightly to you as together you celebrated in the news of your upcoming daughter.

Upon returning from your appointment the tower was suspiciously quiet. Nobody in the communal area, nobody on the floor you stayed in with Bucky and Steve, and nobody inside your little shared space. Bucky was too caught up in admiring the new pictures of your baby to notice but you immediately took note of the striking silence that lingered everywhere you went. After shedding your shoes and coat you pulled out your phone, checking for a text from anyone really. Nothing. You called Tony, no answer. And then Natasha, and again no answer. By now your nerves were standing on edge and you couldn’t ignore the creeping feeling in your gut.

“Bucky, where is everyone?” He looks up from the photo held tightly in his hands to you in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“The tower is empty. I-“

You paused, trying to think of any reason the entire team would disappear like this. After finding none you sighed, finally calling out to the AI within the walls for some help . “FRIDAY, where is everyone?”

“I’m afraid I’m not permitted to say, Ms Barnes. I can tell you they will be returning in around half an hour though.” Bucky now looked just as confused as you did. But for now it seemed the only thing you could do was wait, so you did just that. Half an hour passed, then an hour, and then two. The day was crawling towards the evening and still with no word from anyone the anxiety began to run high. It was nearly 8pm when finally FRIDAY announced you and Bucky were being asked to join the team in the conference room.

Bucky held the door open for you to enter and you jumped in surprise as several loud pops sounded and you were both showered with confetti.

“Surprise!”

The room was decorated from floor to ceiling, filled with pastel colors and various baby-themed decorations. You can’t help the tears that flood your eyes at the display of your team’s love for you and your husband. “Guys, what is all this?” Bucky steps forward, gently wrapping his arm over your shoulders as you take a really good look around. It’s absolutely beautiful, with just the right amount of tacky to make it funny and cute. “It’s your baby shower, silly! You didn’t think you were going to have a kid and not let up spoil them rotten, did you?” Tony laughs, pulling you forward into his arms as he pats your back. One by one both you and Bucky receive a tight hug from everyone before you’re being led to sit at the head of the table.

One by one each person presents you with an array of gifts for your unborn child. Clint provides you with a surplus of diapers and wipes, Natasha gifts you a set of avenger themes onesies she found and a pump, Sam gives you a giant teddy bear in a falcon uniform that was holding a basket of clothes, and so on and so forth. After two full hours of unwrapping presents and being blown away by the generosity of the people who loved you, both you and Bucky were surrounded by piles of baby gear. Ranging in variety from cribs and diapers to toys they wouldn’t be able to play with for years to come. Despite the fatigue seeping down into your bones you just couldn’t pull the smile from your face. Things were finally calming down as everyone split into groups and chatted amongst themselves while snacking from the small buffet provided by Tony. Bucky gently pulled you closer to his side, guiding your head to rest on his shoulder as you soaked in the moment. It was strikingly normal, almost in a funny way. These were the avengers, earth's mightiest heroes. And they were all bouncing with excitement over a baby that wasn’t even born yet. Your baby. The thought made your smile stretch even wider as you observed the love everyone held for your child.

“You getting tired, mama?” The new pet name made your heart skip a beat, he had taken to calling you that lately. With a subtle nod you shifted your gaze up to him, smiling despite the exhaustion settling over your mind. “Yeah, I’m pretty pooped. Do you think they would be offended if we went to bed?” He chuckled, shaking his head as he moved a piece of your hair away from your face. “I don’t really care. If the baby needs sleep then that’s what the baby gets. Let’s go, sweet thing.” As he gently helped you raise from the chair everyone’s eyes turned, conversations stilling. “You two heading up to bed?” He nods, wrapping his arms around you as a means of support. You hadn’t realized how truly tired you were until now as you fought to keep your eyes open while you swayed on your feet. “Yeah, (Y/N) needs the sleep right now. Thank you guys for this, really. It’s… more than I expected, it’s amazing. Thank you.”

There are several mumbles of goodnight and no problem as he leads you to the door, making your way back to your room and your oh-so-sweet bed that is calling your name loudly right now. The elevator ride up was short and you were asleep the moment you laid down, not even changed out of your clothes for the day. Bucky took a moment to kneel by your side, eyes drifting slowly over your face down to the swollen bump in your midsection. Carefully he reached out and ran his fingers over your exposed skin as the little girl inside got the sleep she deserved. ‘My girls’ he thought to himself with a small smile.

By now you were nearly 30 weeks along in your pregnancy. Tony had helped set up a nursery space for you both and it was bursting at the seams with toys and clothes for your child. You told the team about the gender several weeks ago and they all celebrated greatly at the news of a baby girl joining them. You sweat that Steve cried but he very much denies it every time you mention how his eyes misted over. Today was surprisingly slow, half the team gone on various missions and political trips which left the tower quiet and peaceful for once. You were enjoying the silence by laying on the couch in the living room, dazing in and out of sleep and Bucky filed away some paperwork for the team he was now supervising. Instead of doing active field missions he elected to take a backseat, now mostly filling out papers and instructing his team on how to conduct their own missions. You were just about to slip back into your dreamless slumber when a strong tap against your navel made you gasp. Bucky turned in mild alarm, tossing down his pen to give you his full attention from where he sat next to you on the floor.

“(Y/N), you okay?” You shrug, hand sliding down to cover the spot your daughter had just elbowed. She was usually asleep this time of day so it surprised you to feel such a prominent shove against your insides. “Yeah, baby is just moving a little-“ your sentence breaks off into a sharp cry of shock as you pull your hand away from your bump. Now Bucky is very worried, sitting up next to you and inspecting your body closely for signs of harm. “What’s wrong?” Instead of answering you rush to grab his hand, pressing it firmly where yours had been only moments before. A few second pass in silence before-

Bump

Now it was Bucky’s turn to gape in surprise, staring down at his hand where his daughter had kicked him for the first time. “Did you feel that?!” Your voice is brimming with excitement as you also watch your stomach carefully. Before Bucky can respond there’s another, softer tap against his palm. He chokes on his laugh, head swiveling to catch you in a joyful kiss.

“She kicked me, (Y/N)!” You nod, holding his face as he laughs with glee. He pauses after a moment before springing to his feet and grabbing up his phone. “Bucky?”

“I have to tell Steve!” He rushes from the room to call his best friend, who is probably halfway across the world asleep right now. But his excitement is contagious and you giggle as you watch him pace the room before the blonde answers.

“Steve, you’ll never guess what. She kicked me! Yeah I know, it’s great isn’t it? She was so strong too, such a little fighter already-“

Slowly you settled back into the couch, letting your eyes drift closed as you listened to Bucky brag about your child and all of her capabilities thus far, no doubt in your mind about his fatherly love. Your daughter was already the center of his entire universe. You fell asleep to his warm voice and images of your baby girl floating through your mind.

It was nearly 3 am, and you felt absolutely miserable. Braxton hicks had been keeping you awake all night and no matter how you tossed and turned about you just couldn’t seem to get comfortable. Bucky had no issue, snoring like a brick beside you as you languished about your condition. You loved your baby so much but you couldn’t wait for her to finally arrive. Your body was always aching from the added weight you were carrying and you were always bloated and cranky. With a sigh you shuffled to sit up in the bed, freezing in place when there’s a soft pop that comes from inside you and a gush of fluids between your legs. Your mind is reeling, mostly mortified that you had managed to have an accident in the bed. Your good luck could only last so long. Slowly you shifted your weight so you could stand and walk to the bathroom in order to clean up, stopping suddenly as an intense pain seizes through your abdomen. It takes you off guard and steals your breath, leaving you gasping for air as the pain subsides. These weren’t Braxton hicks, they were contractions. You had been in labor, apparently. Without giving it much thought you blindly reached backwards, smacking your husband in the face clumsily in an effort to wake him up. It works as he bolts into a sitting position with a small shout of confusion. After a moment to gather himself he looks over, noticing the grimace in your face and the way your holding tightly to your midsection. His eyes blow wide as the realization strikes him. “Are you…?”

“In labor? Yes, yes Bucky I am. Would you mind helping?” Your voice is strained, panicked even, and that’s all it takes for him to spring into action. Within five minutes he had you changed into new pajamas and gathered all the bags that had been packed over a month ago, despite not really being needed. After all, Tony had paid to have specialized doctors live-in at the tower over the last month in preparation for this very moment. The tense silence of the elevator ride is broken by your sharp hiss of pain as another contraction rips through you. Helen and the delivery nurse are waiting for you when the doors open, courtesy of FRIDAY. You make a mental note to thank the AI for her kindness later. Everything happens so quickly after that. You’re helped into a hospital gown and set up in a room. The delivery doctor arrives to check your progress and before the hour is up you’re told it’s time to push. Bucky has one arm anchored around your shoulders, the other held tightly in your hand as you mentally prepare yourself for what was about to take place.

One by one the team arrives at the waiting room, everyone having been notified of your labor and progression into birth. There’s little conversation as they wait and watch the clock tick on. The sun has risen across the horizon and breakfast had long passed by the time a nurse came to get them. Before entering the room she instructs them to stay quiet, explains that both you and the baby were sleeping after such a long delivery. The door opens to reveal your sleeping figure on the bed, sweaty hair stuck to your face and cheeks flushed from the strain you had gone through. Seated next to you is Bucky, a tiny bundle of blankets cuddled closely in his arms. He’s completely enamored by the little life, not even noticing the arrival of his friends and family. All his attention is focused on the baby girl in his arms, her chubby cheeks and dark curls. A spitting image of her father.

“Hey, we brought some food for you guys.” Steve sets the takeout on the hospital tray as the team crowds around the chair. All of them are fighting for a change to look at the sleeping child held safely against her father’s chest. Bucky finally takes notice of his company, flashing a blinding smile as he gently lifts the little girl in his arms. Everyone visibly melts at the sight of her, sleeping so peacefully after such a dramatic entrance to the world.

“She’s perfect.” Several nods and words of agreement are shared around before Wanda speaks up. “What’s her name?” That was one thing you had elected to keep a secret. Bucky’s smile softens as he carefully readjusts the sleeping miracle in his arms. “Her name is Rebecca Natalia Barnes. Named after two of the strongest women I’ve ever known.” Nat meets his eyes, her own wet with tears. She gives him a small nod and he smiles in return as his gaze turns back to his precious daughter. “A perfect name for a perfect girl.”

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danger-xylophones · 1 year

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I loved the Thrawn x sentator fic 💕 and the end was so funny! Would you write a follow up about Thrawn having to watch the Govener trying to put the moves on Reader? (Happy ending in which Thrawn and Reader spending the night together after?)

(only if you feel like it)

warnings: reader described as having breasts, a little spicy towards the end

masterlist | chiss

"Governor Rakton wishes to speak to you." Candiyce's nervous stutter was enough to make you open your eyes and pull away from Thrawn just enough to look at the intercom on your desk with an irate frown.

You reached out a manicured hand to snap back, “tell him I’m busy.” before retreating your hand to curl back into Thrawn’s embrace. He accepted your closeness with a low huff of a laugh and a hand cradling the back of your head to his chest.

“Senator, I tried to but he just stormed past. He’s on his way up now.” Candiyce’s voice was panicked and enough to make you extract yourself from Thrawn’s hold fully to try and soothe the younger woman. With the nautolan reassured that it wasn’t at all her fault that Rakton was little more than a pompous jerk, you gave her the rest of the day off and turned to Thrawn who had waited silently.

With an explosive sigh, you took your head in hand between your index finger and thumb.

“Governor Rakton?” Thrawn’s voice was even, curious.

Pursing your lips, you stalled answering by making your way around the desk to collect your abandoned datapad. Thrawn followed you to lean over the front of the desk.

“Ch’acah, how do you know Governor Rakton?” He pressed further.

“He’s the Governor of the Anthiss system. I’m working with him on negotiating new trade routes to avoid the rebel cells that have popped up. He’s not pleasant.” You huffed, fingers scrolling through the files and correspondences you’d ignored in favor of being in Thrawn’s arm.

“So I gathered...but there is more that you aren’t telling me.” He hummed. One of his hands came up to gently snag your chin between his thumb and index finger. Slowly, he brought your face up towards him. “He...discomforts you?” His face was stern - brow furrowed and eyes partially squinted as he analyzed you. You frowned, opened the latest message from Rakton, and passed the datapad to him to let him see for himself.

He released you in favor of taking the device. With one raised skeptic eyebrow, he began to comb through your last words with Rakton but before he could finish and ask you any further questions, the door to your office dinged and slid open.

Lo and behold - there stood Governor Rakton.

You peered around Thrawn who had also looked up from your datapad to regard Rakton with an unreadable expression on his face.

Rakton stared at Thrawn, his pale white face even more pallid than usual as his milky grey eyes flicked over the Chiss’s imposing presence before darting to you in sudden apprehension. He broke out into an uneasy smile, unbecoming of a man so high ranking in the political world. But you weren’t surprised - you were 90% certain he had bought his way to the top.

“Senator,” he greeted you, eyes still darting to Thrawn who continued to watch him unflinchingly, “I wasn’t aware you had a guest.”

“Yes,” you began, rounding the desk and coming to Thrawn’s side, “Governor Rakton, this is Grand Admiral -”

“Thrawn.” Thrawn interrupted you, stepping forward to almost poke Rakton in the chest with a hand disguised in greeting. “A pleasure to meet you in person, Governor.”

Rakton blinked in surprise, face slack in shock and fear, and inadvertently ignored the offered hand. “You...you’ve heard of me?”

“Indeed I have.” Thrawn hummed in that ever calm voice of his as he retracted his hand. Methodically, he began to pace towards the couch in the middle of your office, never taking his eyes off of Rakton, even as he passed your datapad back to you. “Your exploits have been what I believe is called a hot topic aboard my ship as of late.”

“Your ship?” Rakton huffed in a mocking tone that involuntarily made you grind your teeth.

“The Chimaera.” Thrawn didn’t miss a beat in replying in his cool voice, not rising to the challenge presented in Rakton’s unprofessional tone.

“Right, well...” Rakton huffed, eyeing Thrawn with blatant contempt now that his initial shock had faded. “Do you mind leaving? I have some important business to discuss with the senator.”

Thrawn opened his mouth.

“Have a seat, Grand Admiral.” You commanded, voice taking on a stern quality you normally only used with your fellow politicians. He shut his mouth with a surprised look. “With all due respect, Governor,” You began, turning on your heels to face the other man head on who looked completely miffed. “The Grand Admiral and I were already in a meeting discussing the growing rebel threat in Anthiss when you arrived. He is already aware of most of the specifics. And I trust his judgement above most others. Unless you'd like to schedule an official meeting, anything you would say to me may be said in front of him.”

An ugly sneer crossed Rakton’s face and it wasn’t entirely clear what it was directed at - you, Thrawn, or the very situation. You found you didn’t care which one it was.

“Fine.” Rakton spat out with a final glare towards the Chiss who met his gaze with a passive stare.

Rakton sighed, swept a hand over his straw yellow hair, and turned to you with a sickly sweet smile that could have been mistaken for a charming smirk if you were drunk. “But before that, my dear senator,” he began, stepping closer to you, “Ill admit that I would have preferred to do this privately,” he spared a glance at Thrawn, “but no matter - I know that in the past we have interacted seldom outside of work but I find myself,” he took another step forward which brought him too far into your personal space. You took a step back. “deeply attracted to you.” you took a step back, he took a step forward. Panic began to coalesce in the pit of your stomach and you chanced a glance at Thrawn. He was still seated but one of his hands was gripping the back of the couch like a vice. And he was watching both of you very carefully, as if waiting for a moment he should jump in. “You’re incredibly bold and not to mention beauti-"

Snapping your gaze back to Rakton, you held up a hand. "I've heard quite enough, Governor." He stuttered to a stop as your voice rang out clear as a bell but as thunderous as the roar of an engine. "Frankly I'm disgusted by your not only lack of professionalism but the fact that you are so presumptuous in your own feelings that you think you should interrupt my work with them. You have made no attempts to see me outside of work in an area where we are both equals. And you have frequently ignored my clear dismissals showing me you don't care that you make me uncomfortable." Leveling him once again with an intense glare you broadened your stance. "I have heard enough about your feelings and want you to understand implicitly, there is no place for them here. Now, if you want to discuss actual topics, kindly schedule a meeting with my secretary and mind your time."

You didn't wait for him to leave. Turning sharply on your heel, you gestured the governor toward the door before crossing to Thrawn and sitting across from him.

A long pause followed where Rakton refused to move. Either from shock or indignation you weren't sure, nor did you care. You just wanted him to leave.

Finally, his footsteps retreated and there was the telltale sign of your door opening and closing again. And once more, you were alone with Thrawn.

"Stars, I hate him." You grumbled, folding into the back of the plush couch. Thrawn didn't reply but a moment later there was pressure on the cushion beside you and you were being gathered into a strong and warm embrace. You buried into him, tucking your head into the juncture between his neck and shoulder. "I'm sorry you had to see that, love."

"Why are you sorry? You handled his advances beautifully." Thrawn's velveteen voice was like a purr in your ear as he pressed a kiss to your head. "I'm proud of you."

"Proud?" You lifted your head off of him to meet his eyes.

"Indeed," he placed his hand under your chin, "You didn't reveal our relationship to him," his thumb stroked your bottom lip tentatively, "and you told him off in a way that was both professional and direct." His gaze zeroed in on your lips. "Why would I not be proud?"

Without waiting for a reply, he bowed his head and sealed his lips over yours in a fiery kiss that made your blood warm. Slowly, Thrawn guided you down to lay across the couch till he could lie over you, his hips between your legs while his lips chased after yours again and again. His hands went to the fasteners of your blouse, unbuttoning each till the flimsy garment fell away from your torso and exposed your skin to him and his inquisitive touch.

While his fingers delicately carved a path over your sides and stomach, your own were busy entangling in his hair, mussing the blue-black strands till they stood at odd angles. You held him gently while you both fell victim to gentle passion.

One of Thrawn's hands found your breast and he gave the pliant flesh a soft squeeze. You hummed low in your throat and with a final kiss, cupped Thrawn's chin in your hands to push him away. "If we start now we're not going to have time to go that art museum." You warned, your eyes half-lidded and mind already foggy with building arousal.

"That's alright, ch'acah." Thrawn soothed, tracing his fingers up to graze his knuckles down the side of your face. "There will be time tomorrow."

#thrawn x reader #thrawn #grand admiral thrawn x reader #grand admiral thrawn #star wars x reader #star wars #x raeder #thrawn novels

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ceebit · 8 months

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⠀⠀⎯⎯⠀⠀⠀ despite ⠀· l. minho

NOTE ⟡ i haven’t written in a Long Time and i’ve acquired inexplicable feelings for this man so here’s me putting two of my newfound problems together. and you know what i need right now in this moment of chaos? a cold cigarette to ease the pain.

⟡ CONTENTS ⟡ wc : 1k. lee know x gen!reader. this is not therapy i swear. (i think.) it’s like fluff with a kick. it’s spicy for your heart..? stop calling minho ‘the mean one’ of the group that man is a sweetheart. i listened to jaguar ii while writing the entirety of this so. if you would also like to cry i recommend ‘how does it make you feel’ :)

exhaustion prickles against your skin like dried tear stains. a headache pounds its way into acknowledgment, a steady one-two, one-two, infuriatingly consistent like the dull beating of your heart. salt clumps your lashes together. silence hangs heavy and imminent, lurking like a thunderstorm’s noticeable grey clouds.

his unread messages pile with every hour, and an awful feeling pangs against your chest—answer him. he’s not the kind to worry outwardly, instead choosing to watch by the sidelines and slip his concerns through the usual lighthearted and threadbare comment. sly in the way his touch lingers faintly and his gaze flits between observing you in between eyeing his surroundings.

thunder claps like a warning and your presence begins to fade. he notices first, of course. typical of him. you turn to face the wall, leaving your phone on the dresser. the screen fades to black once again.

what would be your excuse this time? chris worries. you know he does, and shame whispers something cynical. he has too much on his plate already, overflowing with seven others and countless schedules and meetings and the fourth, and so on. and yet you know he would pause the mayhem for a moment just for you—flimsy, unpredictable you—and the thought of seeing the patient crease in his brow upon hearing the jumbled words fall from your lips in hiccuped sobs is enough to shy away.

felix is too kind, too softhearted. his heart is burdened with the ability of open care—too much care, too much—and knowing he would cry with you, cry for you, no matter if words were spoken or not, makes your heart cinch painfully. you could not do that to him. not to felix. you wouldn’t know how to explain it to him.

your screen lights a faint hue upon your ceiling again before you consider anyone else. your grip around rumpled sheets tightens.

you give in. you always do.

“the cats miss you, you know.”

ease seeps through your skin like sunlight spilling across earth despite the chasm in your chest making itself known. stolen warmth. comforting, despite your questioning deservance. despite, despite.

“do they?” you hold back a slight wince at the lilt in your voice. worn from silence. you don’t know if he doesn’t hear it or chooses to move past it, thankful either way for it. “it’s been while. since i’ve seen them, i mean.”

“yongbok waits for you at the door everyday. he goes to bed sad, you know. it’s a bit damning how you won’t reply to his texts.” a short laugh, then, “nobody has ever lived to say they’ve successfully evaded him.”

though you know he jokes, the underlying truth prickles away at your skin. you’ve not been just missing felix’s calls. but it wasn’t like minho to tiptoe around avoiding him openly. he must have figured out you needed the space. damn him for knowing you.

“it’s been a while,” his voice echoes. he sounds the same, voice steadying through the tiny speakers, and your hand trembles around the phone. “i didn’t think you were actually going to pick up pottery and move to a remote location in the middle of nowhere.” a pause, then, almost accusingly, “you didn’t move to a remote location in the middle of nowhere, right?”

a dry laugh leaves your lips, clipped in sound. “no, i’m.. i’m still here.”

silence stretches for miles after your voice fades. you contemplate hanging up, to not burden another with your problems, but he speaks up once more.

“did you really think no one would notice?” he suddenly sounds tired, and your chest tightens. “they ask about you. they worry.” i worry. he doesn’t say it. you hear it anyway.

your mouth opens and closes with no sound.

lee minho has always been an enigma to you. the others are much more tangible, easier to grasp at with both hands. they’re firm in your hold, willing–needing to be seen, and you don’t second guess much of what leaves their mouths because ninety percent of the time, they mean what they say. you almost always know what to expect with them, but he’s different, because of course he is.

the idea of him slips through your fingers like water, like no matter how much you try to form a concrete assumption of him, he molds into something different. unapproachable is what you would have described him, back then.

then you scraped your knee attempting to follow through one of his more complicated movements and saw him in a new light. silence had filled the studio, much like now, but the care he’d taken in smoothing over the last cat themed bandaid in his wallet had almost made you cry. open concern, lingering hands unsure until you’d opened your mouth and cracked something stupid to alleviate the wavering quiet. you still replay his laugh in your head sometimes.

“you’re always so tired. and i understand it. i do. but to shoulder it alone is the worst thing you can do to yourself.” talk to me. you see the olive branch clear as day.

“i’m sorry, i—” i’m scared. “i didn’t mean to.” i didn’t think anyone would notice.

“there’s a reason you have us.” he pauses, and as if suddenly embarrassed, adds, “i mean it, though. i hear chan has been having to physically put him to bed. call him and apologize, or he’ll make you and it won’t be pretty.”

you sniffle quietly, willing the tears not to fall even though you know he wouldn’t judge, and laugh something watery. his laugh is soft in return, and warmth spreads tenfold. given warmth. given freely.

“we’re going out to eat tomorrow,” he offers slowly, the sound of others’ voices muffled in the background now. “you don’t have to, but they would understand if you need time. they’re good people. trust in them.”

you take the olive branch. despite, despite. “and you?”

his smile is heard even through the phone. “and me. if you’ll have me.”

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jamespotterwhoare · 2 years

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can you write something about robin calling reader mommy?

This is just *chefs kiss* 🤌🏻💋 ofc I will write this I just needed to brainstorm a good plot.

Overheard - [NSFW 18+]

Robin Buckley x Reader

warnings: mommy kink, not much smut just a little spicy, possibly a part 2 coming soon?

[3rd Person POV]

As usual, Robin and Steve were at work in deep conversation about Steve’s love life discussing his girl of the week Heidi. “She wanted you to call her what?!” She asked surprised. “I know it took me off guard too.” He laughed. “Well did you call her that?” Robin asked. Not wanting to answer the question he switches to “Well would you call Y/N mommy?” He raised an eyebrow and her jaw dropped. “I- why- what does this have to do with me and Y/N?” Robin says all flustered. “That’s not an answer.” He smirked. “Stop being a perv Steve.” She shoos him off. “Hey it’s just a question.” He raises his hands up in defense. “A question I’m not answering!” She says loudly as she walks away to help the customer that came in a few minutes ago. To her surprise it was Y/N. Silently praying that she did not hear the conversation her and Steve just had, she approaches her. “Are we still hanging out tonight?” Y/N asks with a smile. “Of- of course we are!” She said with enthusiasm. “Perfect I’ll see you tonight.” Y/N says after buying the movie her and Robin will most likely watch tonight and then heading out.

[2nd Person POV]

After Robins shift she knocks on your front door. You walk over to the door and open it greeting her with a warm smile. “Hey love.” You kissed her cheek which made her smile like an idiot. “Hey, I brought snacks!” She held up some chips and candies. “You know me so well.” You grinned taking the sweets from her. Going to the couch and watching the movie, Robin realizes you staring at her for a minute. Returning your gaze she smiled “what?” She asked curiously. “Nothing you just look so pretty.” You wrap an arm around her waist pulling her closer to you. “I- uh- thanks but look at you.” She blushes and her eyes scan over your face almost like she was studying it. You leaned closer to her and connected your lips. She immediately kissed you back until one thing lead to another and she was now straddling your hips sitting in your lap. Your hands travelled under her shirt first going to her stomach then slowly further north. You pull apart from her lips to go down to her neck. She moans as you kissed the sweet spot behind her ear. Slowly sliding your lips up to her ear you whisper “I overheard what you guys said earlier and I’d like to know the answer myself.” You smirked as you leaned back to look at her face. She began to stutter and her blush got even brighter across her face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Robin said hoping to avoid the conversation. Your fingers gently wrap around her neck and pull her face to face. “Oh you don’t? So you weren’t flustered at the thought of calling me mommy?” You studied her face for a reaction. “Shit- I I- uh…” Robin was at a loss for words. Her brain basically just cut off. She was so embarrassed yet turned on at the same time the only words that could come out were basically stutters. “Say it.” You grinned as your hands dragged down her body and into her pants. “M-Mommy please.” She basically moaned as she felt your hand where she needed it most. “See was that so hard?” You asked and her blush never faded. “Mommy’s gonna have some fun with you tonight.” You smirked.

I hope this was kind of what you wanted? Bare with me I can always make a part 2 if you want something more spicy but this is how I see it going down.

#dom reader #sub character #robin buckley smut #robin buckley #robin buckley x female reader #robin buckley x reader #mommy k!nk #stranger things #stranger things smut

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7ndipity · 11 months

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Anchor

Taehyung x Reader

Summary: When it feels like everything is drifting away, Taehyung's there to help ground you.

Warnings: reader's dealing with a depressive episode, not proofread

A/N: I didn't mean to dissappear for nearly a week again, but I'm back now with comfort fluff because we all need it sometimes💜

Masterlist

Requests are open

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There wasn't anything necessarily wrong, you were just having one of your "low days", as you'd come to refer to them. You could feel it setting in as soon as you'd gotten up that morning; your limbs heavier than usual and your mind in a fog that made everything feel far away, as if you were adrift in a sea of numbness.

Usually, you tried to just ride these moods out quietly on your own, but as the day turned into night, and your mind inhibited your ability to sleep, you inevitably found yourself messing around online to pass the time and distract yourself.

You didn't know how long you'd been scrolling when a notification popped up from one of the only people who could make you smile on days like this.

Tae: "Hey"

You: "Hey."

Tae: "Facetime?"

You: "Sure."

You'd barely pressed send before your phone began to buzz, Tae always too impatient to wait for your answer when he already knew the answer would be yes.

"Why are you still awake?" You asked as soon as you picked up, noting that it was nearly 3am.

"I should be asking you that." He responded, looking cozy as usual with his messy hair and oversized hoodie. "I hadn't heard from you today."

You hesitated, trying to find an appropriate response, if any existed.

"Y/n?"

"Yeah, sorry, things have just been kinda... eh." You said flatly.

He watched you for a moment, catching how your eyes shifted away even through the screen. He wasn't a stranger to your depressive moods, so it wasn't difficult to read between the lines. "Want me to come over?"

"What? No, why?"

"You're sad." He said.

"I'm not sad, I'm just..." You trailed off again, struggling to explain.

"I'm doing it anyway. See you in a bit." And with that, he hung up leaving you staring at a blank screen.

You had scrambled around, trying to straighten up you place and make yourself look vaguely presentable, before there was a knock at the door, which you opened revealing him, still in his sweats and carrying several bags.

"What's that?"

"You're upset, so I brought snacks." He explained, pulling out some of your favorites and taking a seat on the couch.

"Ttokbokki?" You asked surprised. "You don't like spicy food?"

"No, but you do." He smiled before smacking the cushion next to him. "Now sit."

The two of you ate and talked for a bit, avoiding whatever was bothering you. He knew that when you were ready to talk about it, you would, but your unusually quiet demeanor still bothered him, standing abruptly and turning to face you.

"Dance with me."

"What?" You looked up at him, dumbfounded.

"Dance with me." He repeated, extended his hand to you.

"Tae, you know I can't dance." You said.

"C'mon, please?" He begged, giving you his signature 'tete face.'

You sighed. Why could you never say no to him?

You placed your hand in his, and he quickly pulled you up and to him, spinning the two of you in slow, swaying circles as he hummed softly to supply a tempo to follow.

Rested your head against his shoulder, you let your eyes slip shut, feeling more present than you had all day, a few tears threatening to fall without your consent.

He glanced down at you when he felt the moisture land on his skin. "Hey." He stopped, dropping his hold in order to wipe your cheek. "What's going on?"

"You're just- thank you." You managed.

"For what?"

"Being here for me. Being you." You sniffed.

He gave you a small grin. "My pleasure."

You scoffed. "Sure."

"It is." He insisted.

"Sitting up at three am while I blubber into your shirt is your idea of a good time?" You questioned.

"If it makes you feel better, it is." He said, pulling you into a tight hug. "I don't care what for, or what time of day, anytime you need me, I'll be there, happily."

You sniffled, tucking your face back against his neck.

"Thank you." You whispered again, grateful that he was always there as your anchor, keeping you from drifting to far away from home.

#taehyung #taehyung imagine #taehyung scenarios #taehyung fluff #taehyung comfort #taehyung drabble #taehyung x y/n #taehyung x reader #bts drabble #bts scenarios #bts fluff #bts x reader #bts x y/n #bts imagines #bts comfort #7ndipity

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The Weeping Monk x Reader : Born In The Dawn Chapter 11

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Story Summary: Locked inside a dark room in a dungeon, kept alive only for your power, you believed you’d never see the daylight again. That is until the Weeping Monk finds his way down and steals you from your captors. It is the beginning of a journey that leads you through hardship and newfound hope, but nothing is assured in a world that is changing for the Fey. The magic that runs in your veins is drawing out the worst the world has to offer, does it include the man who pulled you from the dark?

Chapter Title: A Common Goal

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Warnings: Violence. Torture. Sexual Assault. Rape Threat. Gore. Enemies To Lovers. Pining. Trauma. Flagellation. Manipulation. Strong Language. Blood. Gore?. Misogyny. PTSD. Spicy and smut parts. Slight redemption arc.

Other warnings: Jealousy. Forbidden Love. Romance. Slow-burn…

Word count of this fic: +190K

Chapter: 11/ It’s a secret.

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All through the night you rode at a steady pace, anything faster than a trot would go beyond the strength the Monk still had to hold on to the reins of his horse.

The only small conversation was coming from Squirrel and him, you did not seek it out yourself.

“What was your name, boy?” He asked Squirrel.

“Squirrel.” Was the answer given by the boy.

The Monk thought about that for a second. “A squirrel is an animal. What name were you given?”

You knew the boy disliked it when it came to his real name, and you had never pressed on when it came to the matter.

“I don’t like that name.” Squirrel told him.

“It’s still your name.” The Monk was persistent.

The boy rolled his eyes, sensing that this man would not stop questioning him over it. “Fine. It’s Percival.”

Did your eyes play a trick on you, or did he truly smile a little when he got the boy to tell him his name?

He repeated what the boy had said, hoping he had heard it correctly, “Percival.”

Squirrel saw the door open to ask him a question too, “Do you… have a real name?”

You looked at them from the corner of your eyes, seeing how the Monk had a sudden melancholic look in his.

“Lancelot.” He answered it like a weight had lifted off his shoulders. “A long time ago, my name was Lancelot.”

It was hard to ignore how his voice had carried a sadness too, not just an audible sense of relief. As if the sound of his actual name unburdened him of the title they had put on him.

Squirrel looked back at him. “Yours is worse.”

It took you a second to understand what the boy had done and you forced yourself to hold in the laugh.

There was a scoff from the insulted Monk, still he forgave the boy for his bluntness.

You did not know what to think now, to see the Monk without his usual stoic behavior was strange. It was unknown ground and you did not know where to tread and what was safe.

Now that you were free, you saw no reason to be around the Monk for much longer.

Once you had Squirrel with you again, it was time to go.

Yes, he had freed you and fought to keep Squirrel save, but you did not know what his motives were. You were Dawn Folk, many had betrayed your kind, it was in your nature to be careful. With his appearance he would certainly draw attention, if you wanted to avoid the Reaper or his Brother’s finding you, you needed to keep a low profile. The Monk did not fit in that category.

The Monk looked your way when you got close and touched Squirrel’s arm, because he looked close to dozing off.

You believed he might have a concussion. “We should let the horses rest once we are behind that rock formation over there.”

You could not have made it anymore known that you would have highly preferred him not to be there too. It was in your eyes, in every look his way.

He was not happy with the situation either, but still stood behind the decision he had made.

The Monk was quite aware it had been the only thing you had said to him so far, apart from some ‘yes’ and ‘no’ answers.

Once behind the rock formations, you halted and dismounted your horse to tie the reins to a tree. You felt one of the wounds on your back begin to bleed again.

“Y/n, the boy…” The Monk rarely used your name and it was still strange to hear him say it.

You helped him to get Squirrel safely to the ground and inspected the darkening bruise around the child’s eye. Those cowardly red drapes had found it necessary to hit a child like this.

Instinctively you put your palm against his face and let your magic flow through your fingers, the bruise vanished from his skin and the cut on his cheek healed.

Squirrel stumbled back upon feeling it and his markings reacted to it, “Did you just heal me?”

It was the first time you had needed to do so since meeting him. “I did.”

The Monk had watched it happen and struggled terribly to dismount Goliath, by being to proud to ask for help for himself he ended up falling to the ground.

The poor horse was quick to turn around to try and aid his rider.

Squirrel hurried over to him as well.

The Monk had held on for as long as he could, but the injuries had done too much damage to go on much longer.

Those injuries, the state he was in…

This healing would draw a lot of energy from you and you weren’t looking forward to it.

The Hidden would not leave you alone if you’d refuse to heal him.

“Y/n! Help him!” Poor Squirrel was in a panic.

You took off your vest, knelt down next to the unconscious Monk and turned him to lay on his back, putting your propped up vest under his head.

“It’s going to be alright.” You reassured Squirrel.

You put your hands down on the Monk’s chest and barely had to focus, the Hidden were but all too happy that you were doing this without having to torment you for it.

It took longer than you had anticipated and you wondered how the bloody hell he had even lasted this long.

You held on as long as you could without collapsing yourself, then scurried away from him.

A sudden wave of nausea hit you and you crawled a bit further away from them and tried to get yourself off of the ground by pulling yourself up with the help of a young thin tree.

Squirrel hurried to your side and helped you.

Once on your feet, you fought of the weakness and took Squirrel by the arm and began to lead him towards your horse to leave before the Monk would wake. “We need to go now, before he wakes.”

Squirrel ripped his arm from your hold. “What? No! He saved us!”

You shook your head. “Only after getting us into the trouble we were in.”

The boy was appalled by the choice you were making. “The Green Knight said that all Fey are brothers, is that a lie?”

Time was running out. “We can’t trust him, Squirrel!”

The Monk jolted back into consciousness and coughed heavily.

You could not prevent Squirrel from running back to him, and watched the boy help the man like he had known him all his life.

This could not be happening…

You remained at a distance and leaned against a tree close to your horse, fighting to not let the loss of energy break you now that freedom was there for the taking.

It still took him a moment to understand what had happened, then the Monk looked around for you and found you looking back at him with uncertainty. “You…”

You shrugged your shoulders in response and looked to the ground instead of his face.

Squirrel was still worried, “Are you alright?”

He nodded to the boy and put some effort in to stand up from the ground.

Goliath was right there to offer him the support he needed to stand until his legs did not feel unstable anymore.

Your vest was on the ground…

Had you…

You did not wait to inform him of your plan, “I am leaving with Squirrel.”

The frown on the Monk’s forehead appeared instantly.

The boy wiped that idea off of the table, “No, you’re not!”

You tried to reason with the boy, “Squirrel, we have to leave. We can’t trust him.”

Squirrel only grew more stubborn. “He’s Fey! He’s one of us!”

You lost some of your temper. “He’s the Weeping Monk!”

Your eyes snapped towards the Monk as the words sank into all who had heard them.

He looked to the ground now, it appeared your words had indeed gotten an ill response.

What was your plan? Pick the young spirited boy up and run off with him? By the look in your eyes he could tell that it was certainly something you were thinking of doing.

Squirrel chose his side in this. “I won’t just leave him! He didn’t leave me either, or you!”

It hurt to see Squirrel choose to stand with the Monk on this, after everything you had been forced to live through.

You knew you were blinking faster to not let a tear form.

Instead of telling the boy all the reasons you had to hate him, you chose to keep quiet and let the boy scold you…

Why did you spare him? Why not tell the child the reason for your anger?

Perhaps it was kindness…

The Monk picked up your vest from the ground and got close to you even when you looked like you wanted to back away from him, he offered the vest right into your hands, “You have every right and reason to hate me. But I owe you a debt for healing me. Would it not be easier if there were two to protect the boy until you have returned to your people?”

Your eyes locked on his face, “Once Squirrel is safe, you’re out off my way?”

He could smell the blood on you now that he stood close, it distracted him for a second, “Agreed.”

Here you were healing both him and the boy, while suffering injuries yourself.

You took a step back. “We need to keep moving.”

Squirrel looked relieved that you seemed to agree to keep the Monk around.

He agreed with that. “The Trinity Guard will be looking for us, it will not be long before the Abbot spreads the word across the land.”

“It’s not just the Trinity Guard that worries me.” You mumbled through your teeth.

The Monk hit the nail on the head with his guess, “You believe Soran is hunting you?”

Was it not obvious to him, the interest that bastard had shown in you? “I never heard a story of the Reaper skipping over one of my kind, Monk. He has seen my face, knows what I look like. He’ll have his Brothers looking for me.”

An idea came to him, one you would perhaps not like.

You mumbled your irritation, “I can’t believe I am letting you come along. You were just going to leave me there anyway if Squirrel hadn’t made his demand.”

He dropped his eyes to the ground. “Look inside my horse’s saddle bag”

A frown creased your forehead, “Why?”

He arched a brow, practically challenging you to do it.

With an annoyed sigh you made your way over to the horse. “Your horse does not like me.”

“Goliath.” Squirrel said.

“What?” You asked.

“The horse is named Goliath.” The boy explained.

One look at the Monk confirmed it was true.

You began to search the saddle bag. “Well, Goliath does not like me.”

The Monk disputed it, “That is false.”

Goliath would not be so calm and let you just touch that saddle bag if it were true.

You presented him with the facts that led you to believe otherwise, “Your horse never allowed me to mount him.”

His eyes narrowed at you. “So you have tried to take my horse.”

You deadpanned, “Obviously. Why wouldn’t I?”

Almost did he roll his eyes before looking off to the side.

You took something out of the saddle bag that was wrapped in a linen cloth, you did not need to unwrap it to know that a pastry was inside of it, the scent gave it away.

It was the same kind of pastry you had grown fond of during you stay in captivity…

But this did not mean that he had planned ahead, this pastry could have just been in there for a different time or reason.

“This means nothing.” You tried to brush it off and broke the pastry in three. “Besides, one pastry will not keep the three of us alive for long. We have to head to a village or a market soon.”

You gave Squirrel a piece, and then the Monk.

He sounded disapproving of the idea, “Why? To steal?”

You did not want to hear him be judgmental considering he was in the same situation, “Yes, to steal. Unless you plan on eating grass?”

There was still the bow attached to Goliath’s saddle.

“Hunting is an option.” He said.

You ate your part of the pastry and pointed out the problem, “We would need to make a fire to not eat whatever we catch raw. It would draw attention.”

The Monk saw your point. “I suppose you’re right.”

“I am.” You said.

Squirrel sighed a little at the way the two of you just didn’t get along well.

As did the Monk, your feisty nature only increased now that you were free. “There is one place I know of that is not easy to be found by those who do not know it exists.”

You heard how he was being careful with what he was saying. “What place?”

His eyes fixed on the trees. “Where I found you.”

So that was why he had been speaking with caution, rightfully so.

“If the boy was not here now, I would hit you!” You seethed at the mere suggestion.

He tried to make you see his point, “Think of it. Did anyone find you before I did?”

You refused to listen and walked away a bit.

He turned, eyes following you. “I only found you because I caught your scent.”

That got Squirrel’s attention “You what?”

You gestured in the direction of the Monk. “Oh, yes. He can smell us from afar. That’s how he finds the Fey.”

The boy scrunched his nose up at that, “What sort of Fey are you?”

He looked at Squirrel, it took him a moment to answer, “I was born from the Ash Folk.”

You could not hide the sheer surprise on your face, “What did you just say?”

The Monk looked more uncertain to see your response to it. “I am Ash Folk.”

The name sounded familiar, but the Ash Folk had been gone from these lands for centuries. They were considered a legend…

Yet, here he was. Now you understood why the Hidden insisted on his survival.

You were collecting your thoughts after that news. “Don’t tell anyone else. If the Reaper or his following hear of what clan you are, they will come for you too.”

Squirrel looked at him very curiously. “I never heard of them.”

You offered what you knew, “It’s been centuries since they were seen. At this time, most of the Fey believe the Ash Folk were nothing more but tales.”

A tale that stood right in front of your nose now.

“Is that why you look so strange?” The boy bluntly asked.

You looked off to the side upon seeing the look the Monk had on his face now.

“The marks by my eyes are the marks of my kind.” He admitted in a rather shy manner.

A questioned popped into your mind, “The Abbot knows you are Fey. How did he know? The marks?”

“Soran?” He guessed.

If the Reaper was indeed working with the Abbot, it would come as no shock that he had spoken of any suspicions to him “It’s possible. He must suspect something. Unlike the Church, the Reaper wants to use the Fey for their power instead of just wiping them of the map. No Fey should ever end up in his hands.”

The Monk stepped towards you. “Therefor we must find shelter where they cannot find us. A place where you can rest.”

You sensed where this was heading again. “I’ll live.”

By the look in his eyes, he doubted it. “You are bleeding and wounded.”

The nasty cut Soran had made on your hand, that bruise on your cheek, and the wounds on your back from the lashes. And on top of that you had used your energy to heal him. He believed the only thing that kept you on your feet now was the fact that you wanted to protect and look after the boy.

He was trying to convince you of the idea, “If you want to survive and stay with the boy, that dungeon is the safest place to regain your strength.”

Squirrel chimed in and came to your side, “Maybe he’s right.”

You looked down at the boy, who was starting to look rather tired. “Alright… fine then…”

Still, you hated to return to that wretched place, it would only bring back terrible memories.

You walked past the Monk and towards your horse, he’d better remember well where the place was, because you didn’t.

The Monk felt the eyes of the boy on him and looked down.

It puzzled the boy why you were so cold to him. “She is very angry with you.”

He knew not what to say…

A nod was all he could give the boy in reply to that, while seeing you make sure that the sword you had stolen was still safe on the saddle.

The Monk helped Squirrel up on his horse and took the flask with water from Goliath’s saddle bag.

You saw him approach and sighed, keeping your eyes on the saddle.

He still went ahead and held the flask under your nose.

Well, you were thirsty, so you took it out of his hand. “Still feigning kindness to keep me pliable I see.”

Then he made the mistake of trying to explain himself for all that had happened, “I only followed the orders I was given.”

Your thirst was gone in a second as you fought off the rage the claim had caused inside.

You smacked the flask against his chest and saw him struggle to catch it before it could fall.

Not even an apology for all he had made you go through? Even if it was true that he had only followed orders and did was he was taught was right, it still did not make it right.

When you tried to move past him to your horse, he made the mistake of taking hold of your arm.

“Don’t touch me!” Your voice rose quick, and you ripped your arm free.

He recoiled like you were about to physically hit him.

There was a moment where you held back all the things you wanted to spit in his face for what he had made you go through.

It was like he knew that the only reason you were holding back was because of Squirrel being present.

He took a step back, letting you pass.

A short uncomfortable silence passed between you whilst you calmed down.

You mounted your horse and steered it away from him, breaking the silence, “Do you believe we will get there before dark?”

He did not fail to hear the cold tone. “I believe so, yes.”

The Monk returned to his horse and mounted as well, poor Squirrel looked like he would fall asleep. “I-”

You didn’t want to look at him. “Lead the way.”

The horse turned around and walked in a normal pace, you followed them.

He knew then, that nothing he said to you could ever make up for what had been done.

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Your rito culture / world building to me is so interesting.. can we learn more!!

Full disclosure: around 3/4 of the Rito worldbuilding in the Moonlight series is @ginneke's, so if you want a more thorough answer, definitely also aim this question at her!

But here are a few basic things that I usually have in the back of my mind when writing the Rito. Bear in mind that all of these are headcanons, with variable basis in canon.

(This post might have spoilers for all of the Moonlight series, in particular this flooded sky and Harmonize your own worth.)

Rito Village is a very communal village: communal kitchen, joint caretaking of children/people who require help/etc.

Rito chicks tend to have pronounced red cheekspots that will become less pronounced with successive molts until they disappear entirely, which is considered a mark of adulthood. Yes, this is why we explicitly describe Revali as a teenager (on top of his... everything :D).

Their food tends towards very spicy, both because of the ready availability of spicy peppers in the area and because real-life birds don't experience the heat from spices. The Rito do experience some of that heat, but less so than a Hylian would. (And they like it.) Blue nightshade can be used as a painkiller by Hylians and Gerudo, and it has little to no effect on Zora. To Rito, however, it is extremely poisonous even in very small doses. Any Rito past childhood would definitely know to avoid it at all costs. (This is a headcanon that originated in Moonlight (every single night) and got elaborated on both in Ginneke's Flowers from your Beloathed and this flooded sky.)

There used to be a lot more Rito! This one sort of originates from canon, where there are very few Rito compared to the other groups around Hyrule (except, perhaps, the Sheikah). And most of those live in Rito Village, with only very few exceptions. But before the Calamity, there were quite a few Rito outposts: the hot springs around Hebra, for starters, and presumably also some settlements further south. There also used to be a strong roamer's tradition: Rito who roamed Hebra and the rest of Hyrule, never staying in one place for long. They had their own customs, such as using a unique marker tied to their bows for identification purposes. Revali's mother was one of them. That tradition unfortunately died with the Calamity, when the country became far too unsafe to roam alone. However, people like Kass and Mimo are causing a bit of a revival. In the present day, there are also Rito living on the other side of the canyon surrounding Hyrule, and Kass may or may not have been one of them :D

Given the aforementioned communality, the Rito are pretty open about queer and polyamorous relationships. They don't usually mention this to visiting Hylians, though, because Hylians Are Weird about these things.

However, despite that openness, misogyny is an unfortunate reality within Rito Village. Female Rito are expected to sing, not shoot, as evidenced with Laissa. Saki, within the Moonlight series, is an accomplished archer despite all this because Teba and Harth took it upon themselves to teach her (a headcanon that originated in Ginneke's Memento). This was barely accepted because she seemingly 'abandoned' archery when Tulin hatched. That misogyny was actually less pronounced in Revali's days! It became moreso after the Calamity cost them a lot of lives. Before the Calamity, plenty of women would learn archery, but they were expected to give it up once they started a household. This is part of what drove Revali's mother from the village. (Revali's mother is all Ginneke's, and she graciously allowed me to reference her in Harmonize your own worth. I look forward to the day she will elaborate on her, so I won't go in too much detail here.)

That's just a little bit of the stuff we try to keep in mind! I hope you enjoyed it!

ETA: And here’s Ginneke’s headcanon post!

#botw #rito #revali #headcanon post #thank you for the ask!

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Potion Pandemonium

The strangest things can bring people together.

Mean to be a series, idk how long. This is just a self-endulgent, chaotic filled story that may get a spicy ending, we'll see where it goes. I usually like to include my moots in these kinda things, so if you wanna be a little easter egg in here lemme know, but if it's weird, then ignore me...

Summary: Someone slips a special potion into the drinks at a large party and Briar is left to deal with it.

Part one.

Violin and piano played elegant tunes in a ballroom, to set the mood. With ceilings up high, held up by pillars, decorated in roses brought in by the Roselie family. Floating lanterns drifted overhead, casting warm glows down upon tables decorated in gold silverware, clear glasses and a variety of drinks or food. People dressed in ball gowns and suits milled about or danced with one another across an open space.

It was an elegant and sophisticated party to say the least, with the majority of the attendees being nobility. Anyone who wasn't was a magic knight that had been extended an invitation simply because of their occupation. Normally most of them didn't show, not wanting to be watched or judged by those in a higher class. But Nozel couldn't help but notice how many more commoners seemed to be here compared to last year.

He watched a few of the green mantis linger around the wine glass tower, talking quietly to each other as if trying to egg one another on. A couple of black bulls were also attempting to flirt with girls who obviously didn't want it, or were trying to control another friend from stealing more food than was necessary.

And yes. It did cause them to get quite a few stares from the nobility who actively tried to avoid them… He wasn't sure why they bothered to be there. No… that was wrong, he could think of one very simple reason, and it was the free food.

He sighed heavily, wondering why he himself bothered to attend. The party was meant to be a kind of… get together for the holiday: Three-Leaf-day. A day where one would give a gift to another who may have brought faith, hope or love into your life. A holiday for couples. So naturally most nobles attended in hopes of mingling with one another to find a life partner.

Something Nozel rarely ever thought about.

Sure, it was a necessity pushed upon him by family members. He was head of the Silva house after his father retired early with the death of his mother, and so it would be his responsibility to make sure the bloodline of Silva continued. His siblings could find favor with someone and have their own spawn, but it wouldn't be the same. After all, Mimosa and her brother were certainly not held to the same standard as either he or Fuegoleon, despite being cousins. They were a branch family. So him finding a wife was far more important in the eyes of their older family members, and other nobles, than say…. Solid or Noelle.

His own father had recently been pushing for it after unsavory rumors about him had been spreading around. He clicked his tongue in irritation at the memory of Solara having to come all the way to his office just to tease him over it. Sometimes he wondered what Fuegoleon saw in that woman. But she made him happy… so he wasn't about to complain too much, not unless she made visits like that regularly. He wondered for a moment if the pair of them were actually here.

"Are you going to be standing here off to the side the entire night?" A deeper, gravely tone came from Nozel's left and he had to take a deep inhale to mentally prepare himself for this encounter.

Nozel uncrossed his arms and turned to the man speaking to him. He was pale, with blue eyes that seemed to lack any form of emotion, sunken in cheeks and long hair that was white from old age. "Hello, Father." He greeted him with a small bow.

"You didn't answer my question." Lord Silva huffed in disapproval.

It had been a long time since Nozel had actually gotten along with his father. He had never really seen much of him to begin with in his adolescence, he was much more attached to his mother. But after she had passed away the gap between him and his children had only grown, leading to any of their meetings becoming unwelcome or uncomfortable. Nebra and Solid didn't even want much to do with him now.

"I'm not one for parties." Nozel responded dryly.

"How else will you meet a woman?" The man narrowed his eyes on his son. "You spend all your time in your office working. This is the only time you get out and even then it's when I force you."

Nozel did not want to deal with this right now. His father always had a way of bringing about a headache in him, especially with this specific conversation topic.

"There's actually someone I want to introduce to you."

Ah, the throbbing intensified.

Nozel watched the man gesture to a young black haired woman in a blue dress. She came walking up to them with all the grace a young noble girl should have, with chin held high and elegant movements. She grabbed her dress and gave a curtsy.

"Anna Lockheed." She greeted them. "It is a pleasure."

Nozel wasn't sure how to respond. He was too busy focusing on the ever intensifying pain at the base of his skull.

"She's the eldest daughter of lord Lockheed." His father added. "A large supporter of the Aquadeer. His other children have joined the squad but she has been looking to settle down."

"Ah."

His father glared at the obvious disinterest he was giving them. But Anna seemed undeterred. "I do apologize for this Lord Silva." She smiled kindly at him. "I know how inconvenient these kinds of moments can be within families, but even so I would still enjoy spending the evening with you, getting to know you."

Nozel clenched his jaw as he debated his next course of action. Surely he could accept this offer and be forced to waste his evening at a party he didn't want to attend with a girl he didn't care for. But his father would be placated. Or, he could do what he really wanted to do, which was tell his father to buzz off and that he wasn't looking to get married anytime soon. No matter how polite a young lady may pretend to be.

Luckily though it seemed the second option was more within his sight as he recognized obnoxiously long chestnut colored hair over by the wine tower. Any excuse to get away from this uncomfortable situation was good enough for him.

"Sorry but something seems to have come up." Nozel bowed to the young lady, now wide eyed with surprise, before swiftly turning around and making his way over to the table.

"Nozel-!"

"I didn't think you would be attending such a party." He asked the young woman, mostly to drown out the sound of his fathers angry cry.

Briar Rose turned to him. He had expected her to be even a little bit surprised he had bothered to acknowledge her presence there but she seemed rather relaxed. Maybe even a little tired.

"Ah well… When you live in Julius Basement you tend to get invited to nice things." Her tone held a hint of bitterness to it. When Nozel glanced around them he saw a few nobles quickly turn away from watching them, mostly other women suddenly hiding behind their fans or starting a sudden conversation with their partners. It was obvious to him that she had already been the target of others ragging on her presence in the party, but unlike some of the bulls who could let harsh words slide, like water off a duck's back, she was getting miffed. And likely had moved over to this table to drown her sorrows, even if just a little bit.

"You didn't have to come." He noted as he reached for a glass flute full of dark red fluid.

"I am well aware." The brunette glanced over her shoulder into the crowd of lingering nobles. "But not showing up would make us look worse than they already assume."

She must have been referring to her "squad". The group of researchers not often given credit for the advances and efforts they put into not only protecting the kingdom, but pushing its creative boundaries. Nozel came to develop an odd respect for them over the last few months working with Briar. The kingdom really wouldn't have as many useful magic tools as they did were it not for their hard work.

"What about you?" She asked as she turned to look at him. "You don't strike me as a ball kind of man."

He felt like he should have been offended, but honestly it was true. "My family demanded I attend."

"Oohh..?" She didn't smile, but the small squint of her eyes was enough for Nozel to see she was amused. "And how do you like it so far, have you gotten to dance with a lovely lady?"

Nozel let out a scoff and looked away in disapproval. Which was enough of an answer to prompt a small chuckle from the woman. "A shame." She sighed. "You look a little dashing today."

His head whipped back to her, stunned that she had given him a compliment. Normally the two were like a couple of cats ready to start a fight. Perhaps they had finally gotten comfortable with one another?

Or she was waiting for her next chance to push one of his buttons.

He couldn't help but glance down to his own outfit though. A blue and gold vest over a white top with puffy sleeves. His usual high collar and the silva emblem clasped his top buttons together. He wasn't super dressed up… perhaps she just liked things simple.

She however seemed less so, her dress was floor length and was decorated in white, gold and purple. It seemed foreign based on its design. She had her signature matching earmuffs on as well.

"Well…" He wasn't really sure how to take her compliment. Instead he brought his glass to his lips to take a drink, but as soon as the fluid entered his mouth he began sputtering and coughing.

"Nozel?" Briar's eyes went wide with surprise as he struggled to breath for a moment. She quickly took the glass from him and moved to pat his back a few times.

The man swallowed what he could of the liquid in his mouth then controlled his coughing. "I'm okay-" he held a hand up to her. "I'm okay…"

"What was that about?" Briar asked, her face now changing to utter confusion. "That came out of nowhere."

"I was just shocked by the drink." Nozel took several clean inhales of air to make sure his windpipe was clear.

"This?" Briar lifted the glass and looked it over. It looked like wine to her.

"It's sweet, it caught me off guard..."

She raised an eyebrow at him before she took a sip of his glass.

He gave her a look of mild disgust to share the same glass as him, but he was glad his reaction wasn't too far fetched as she managed to swallow one mouthful before she recoiled away. "My god it's like liquid sugar!"

Nozel turned to the table and all of the other glasses. He picked up another and gave it a quick sniff, his nose being assaulted by the same sickeningly sweet scent. "What is this?"

"I thought it was supposed to be wine." Briar's tongue swiped across her lips as she also looked irritated, which was surprising. The woman consumed copious amounts of sugary treats daily, so what was it about this drink that had even her in a state of disgust?

They glanced around at the others, and while no one but them was currently drinking, there were plenty of unfinished glasses across tables.

"Whoever picked out this drink clearly made a mistake." Rather than leave the unfinished glass Briar turned to a potted plant nearby and dumped the rest of the drink into its dirt. Leaving the now empty glass on the table. "What now? I was kind of looking forward to a drink."

Honestly, so was Nozel. He could still feel his fathers burning gaze on the back of his head and a glass of wine would have been nice to dull his senses.

"Want to see if the kitchen is nearby?" Nozel glanced at Briar as she already had turned to walk away. "I mean unless you'd rather dance or something?"

"No." He responded quickly. At least this way he would be out of the crowd. "Please, lead the way."

Finding the kitchen had not been hard at all. Asking a servant for directions and flashing Nozel's status was all the pair needed to get proper directions. So now with a new Wine bottle in hand and a few clean glasses they walked down a hallway looking for a place to settle and drink peacefully.

The hallway was as nice as the ballroom had been. A crimson carpeted floor with wooden walls and a carefully carved baseboard. A couple of paintings hung on the walls of important individuals but neither mage really cared to stop and look.

"Rosé wine?" Briar read the label in a curious tone. She was more distracted by the bottle in her hand than anything.

"The Roselie are famous for that wine." Nozel told her as he watched her closely.

"Charlotte's family makes wine?"

"You don't know?" They turned down the quiet hallway, not really sure of their destination at this point. "It's how they got their status. They own almost all the vineyards in the Noble realm."

"I see…" the brunette held the wine glasses out to Nozel, who took them, and then began trying to pray the cork out with her fingers.

"Don't be a savage…" he sighed and held his free hand up, liquid metal coming to form a corkscrew in his palm.

"Oh." She stared at it before smiling and taking it. "Thank you~"

"...You're welcome…"

With swift stab, twist and pull Briar had the bottle freed to let the aroma of bitter wine overtake them. "Oh now that smells much better than the other wine."

"Aren't you a little impatient?" Nozel criticized her despite holding both glasses out, which she filled.

"Well if the Roselie family provided all the drinks tonight I want to see if this is any better than that liquid heart attack in the ballroom." The woman took her glass and clinked it against his before taking a drink. "Oh, and it is." Much better, how wine should properly taste.

And while Nozel wanted to take a proper drink of good wine himself, he found himself distracted by her glass. More specifically, the lipstick print she had left behind on it. She didn't usually wear makeup…

His eyes flicked up to her face, still reading the bottle's information, and he saw she was decorated subtly with makeup. A bit of eyeshadow that was just a few shades darker than her eye color. A swipe of eyeliner, dusting of blush and the soft pink color of her lipstick, now smudged slightly from her drink…

"Hey Nozel-" she turned to him suddenly and it wasn't till then he realized he had been leaning towards her. Their noses almost touching as she stood there mildly shocked to find him up in her face. "Uh…"

But he didn't move to back away, his mind felt anxious over what he was doing, it was abnormal for him. 'Was she always this pretty, or smelled this nice?' Was it perfume? It smelled just like a flower garden…

His body refused to move, if anything he leaned in a little more.

And she didn't stop him…

Whomp-

Crash-

The pair jolted apart, eyes wide and faces flushed as they both turned to look at a door. Whatever atmosphere between them had broken immediately after hearing something break beyond the walls.

"What was that?" Briar asked, and she wasn't quite sure if she was referring to their moment or the sounds they had just heard.

Nozel took the opportunity to separate himself from her, now feeling in his right mind, and advanced on the door. His hand quickly closed on the doorknob and forced it open.

There was the sound of bickering women in a small study but as soon as Nozel made his presence known they silenced themselves.

"Charlotte?" Briar peaked in behind Nozel, her breath across his neck sent an odd shiver down his spine and he quickly side stepped so she could have room in the wide doorway.

The bickering women in question were Charlotte Roselie, dressed elegantly in a blue gown with flower embroidery, and a black bull Briar recognized as Cybil. A purple haired woman in a form-fitted black and gold dress. They both looked furious for whatever reason, their shoulders heaving from what must have been an intense argument. Between them was a flower vase, utterly shattered with flowers all over the floor and water soaking into the carpet. An end table was not too far either, knocked over from whatever spat they must have been having.

"...what is going on?" Nozel asked, he slowly moved to put his wine glass down on a nearby cabinet.

"None of your business." Charlotte snapped at him with a nasty tone, much to his surprise. He always knew she was aggressive towards men, but she always held respect towards her fellow captains at the very least.

Suddenly being talked down to by her made his blood boil. "Well it seems to have gotten out of control." He nodded towards the broken vase.

"I said it's none of your business!" She raised her voice even louder, this time throwing mana into it.

"You dare…" The Silva's lips pulled back into an angry snarl as he too began to raise his Magic.

"Okay!" Briar quickly slipped between the two of them, hands up to deter either side form stepping any closer or starting a fight. "No need to act like Animals…"

"Oh why not?" Cybil giggles from her place off to the side. "It's all Charlotte's good for isn't it?"

"What did you say!?" The blonde turned back onto her previous enemy, eyes blazing with blue fury.

The other woman laughed. "Did you not hear me this whole time? All your good for are fighting, running and screaming. It's no wonder why Yami will never notice you."

"Oh my god-" Briar's eyes went wide.

"What did you say!?" Charlotte practically shrieked.

"You treat him like crap!" Cybil shouted back at her.

"What do you know!?"

Cybil took a step over the broken glass to jab at the noble woman's chest. "You call him names, be little his manhood and scream and run just at the sight of him sometimes!"

"I'm just SHY!"

"I CALL IT BEING RUDE!"

Suddenly both women were at each other's throats, grabbing at one another's hair and clawing at dresses, all while screaming and hurling insults at each other. It was jarring for both of the others to watch, Charlotte was NEVER this petty.

"WHAT IS GOING ON WITH YOU?!" Briar quickly jumped into their fight, grabbing one and yanking the other away with enough force to toss Cybil onto the couch.

"Don't TOUCH ME!" Charlotte howled as she suddenly struck Briar across the face.

The woman was so stunned by the sudden action she didn't have time to react to the net of Silver that suddenly snatched up, wrapped around and pinned the Blue Rose to the wall.

"NOZEL-!" Charlotte seethed and writhed in her prison.

Briar whipped around to look at Nozel, who looked livid. His eyes wide and ablaze with fury as he had a hand up to control his magic. "Don't you touch her." He hissed through grit teeth.

"Serves you right!" Cybil howled as she got up and tossed pillows at the trapped Rose.

"Hey!" Briar snapped a hand towards the other mage and vines grew from the couch to grab and hold her down into it. "Enough of that, you're not teenagers! Nozel!"

She turned back to her companion who seemed to only be getting angrier as he was shouting at Charlotte. Was even he loosing his mind!?

"NOZEL!"

Briar grabbed him by the shoulder and forced him to look at her. Wide eyed and stunned, Nozel froze on the spot. All his attention now on her. He heaved to catch his breath but was slowly calming down.

Briar waited, ignoring the still bickering women behind her when she noticed something. Her hands came up to cup his face and, whether Nozel realized it or not, he leaned right into her touch. She used her thumbs to pull down on his lower eyelids as she glanced between both his eyes, his lavender irises now shimmered with flecks of pink and red.

"What on earth…" she gasped softly at the sight. It was both alluring, creating some feeling deep in her, like she was magnetized to him, and also frightening because something was going on.

"Briar…"

The way he said her name sent a chill up her spine, and not in the scary way. She suddenly jabbed him hard in the side to knock him back to himself. The man kneeled over in pain before the brunette swiftly moved to Charlotte.

The Captain almost bit her before she managed to grab hold of her head to check her eyes too. Blue with pink and red, but a lot more of it.

"Unhand me!" The rose snapped as she jerked her head away.

Briar knew she wouldn't have to check the last woman to know she was probably afflicted too. She quickly scanned the room before her eyes settled on a wine glass, the other one broken next to it. She lunged across the room to snatch it up and took a sniff.

Disgustingly sweet.

"What were you talking about?" She spun back around to the women.

"What?" Charlotte snapped.

"Your conversation! How did this fight happen?" Briar pointed between the fighting women with the glass.

"What is going on…" Nozel groaned, looking angry now that some of his senses were returning to him.

"You!" Briar pointed at Cybil who squeaked. "What were you discussing?"

"W-we were talking about Yami…"

"Okay??"

"And how I didn't think Charlotte was a good match for him…"

"Oh and you're any better?!" Charlotte called angrily.

"Better than you!"

The pair were once again hurling insults at one another.

"They both like Yami…" Briar thought out loud as the gears started turning in her brain. She was really scared of the conclusion she was coming to.

"Nozel, watch them!" Briar pointed at him as she put the glass down and rushed for the door.

"What is happening!?" He called after her.

"I'll be back, it's urgent!" She was already rushing down the hall, back towards the ballroom.

As she hurried through the decorated archway she didn't see too much of a difference yet. People were still idly chatting and dancing, though the crowds appear to have thinned out quite a bit….

"Where is it…" she looked around, ignoring the odd looks she was getting from others as she pushed through crowds to make it back to the wine table, its surface now covered in even more half empty glasses. But she cared less about that at the moment and more about…

Her hands grabbed hold of a large flower pot. Her wide eyes staring in disbelief at it. The once white roses were now blooming a brilliant shade of shimmering pink.

"Damn it!" She cursed and spun around to look at the people all going about their business behind her.

"Love potion…"

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1821

Have you bothered to think of the future lately? Little bit. When I do, it's usually in terms of my career. What's the next step, what is it do I really want to do, what can I do that can sustain the rest of my life...it's all questions I barely have the answer to now which is partly frustrating and partly me trying to put the work in because I hope to figure it out soon.

Would you rather have stars in the sky or the moon? I love seeing the moon but stars are the sight that I just don't get to see as often so I would go with them.

If you could choose your phone number, what would it be? I'm fine with mine. I've had the same number for a decade now and I also just don't want to have a memorize a new set of numbers.

Would you rather be somewhere familiar or get lost? Be somewhere familiar. When I'm traveling somewhere new, I'm cool with being adventurous just as long as I have some kind of map and go to places where I know there would still be tourists.

Are you afraid of what you do not know? Not really, if anything it pulls me in for the most part.

Is there something you are always interested in? History is a top placer for this question. There's also cultures, pro wrestling, food, art...idk I like learning about a lot of things haha.

What did you last hear that made your jaw drop? A couple I know who've been a couple for the better half of 10 years just broke up because boy cheated on girl. Can't say I'm super shocked because boy had always seemed a little less invested than girl, but I am still shocked nonetheless. Have followed suit with the rest of my friends and blocked the dude everywhere.

Do you have a question for anyone right now? Not for anyone but just the void, really – What does the future have for me?

Is there something you always order when you go out to eat somewhere? Depends on the restaurant, but generally yes. Like if it's Japanese, I usually look for anything with spicy tuna; if the place serves pasta, I look for fettuccine alfredo or carbonara; if it's serves all-day breakfast I tend to lean towards an Eggs Benedict...

When was the last time you felt like you were starving? I skip meals so this is a usual occurrence.

Would you ever dye your hair all the colors of the rainbow? Like...ROYGBIV at once? Nah.

Do you miss childhood at all? I mean I miss the freedom and innocence of high school and college, but apart from that I try not to yearn for the past.

Do you like listening to music on speakers? Yes, if I'm in the mood for speakers. Sometimes I prefer my earbuds.

Ever feel paranoid? Paranoid can almost be my middle name with how often I get in such a state.

Do you like extra butter on your popcorn? Yes, sure.

Would you rather have Junior Mints or Reeses? Reese's, because I love them as it is but also because I have no clue what the other brand is.

Have you ever avoided going to the bathroom because you were busy? Yes. Same with eat. Thanks to work!

What is the longest shower or bath you have ever taken? I've taken hour-long baths. As for showers, I've occasionally lasted 30-45 minutes.

When was the last time you were in physical pain? Last Thursday. We held a client's event which involved a 3K run that I participated in, but being the absolute least active one in the team + the fact that I hadn't drunk enough water prior + I'm PRETTY sure I am anemic, I had a dehydration episode and all the physical symptoms showed up at once – feeling incredibly hot and cold at once, a pounding headache, seeing black spots, shaky legs, nausea, an upset stomach. Worst shit ever and after that evening I wish my team would start leaving me alone and not force me to join in those runs again for the sake of socializing. A year ago I had the same episode but it was an event that involved hiking a goddamn mountain for the same client, so Thursday just pissed me off because it's like, stop making me push my fucking body for the sake of work.

How many times have you broken a bone? Never and I hope it never has to happen.

Do you own anything “designer?” Sure.

Will you be attending any concerts in the next month? Not any time soon. I went to Seventeen's concert in January, but as far as upcoming shows there aren't really any acts I'm interested in seeing. I do have tickets for Miss Saigon in April but that's it.

What have you been worried about lately? My next job and where I can potentially be headed!!! My job-hunting phase sucked so I agreed to extend at my workplace for two months – this time under certain conditions in my favor – both so I can continue earning while also giving me time to continue looking.

Do you know how to swim? When it all boils down to it, no. Like I like to swim for recreation, but for life and death situations like getting lost at sea I doubt I have the skills to survive for long. I can hardly tread in the deep side of the pool as it is.

Do you think you could go a week without sugar? Well no, don't we all need a certain amount of sugar to survive?

Would you be willing to go one day each week without meat? Yes.

Have you looked at any old photos of yourself lately? Sure. There's been a popular template on IG recently where it makes you bring out a photo of yourself from 2019, so that's made me look at photos of my younger self.

Do you use sunscreen during the summer? I hadn't in the past but I started using BB cream this year and I plan on making it a habit now, especially for summer.

How many pairs of sunglasses do you own? One.

Are you a fast or slow reader? Fast.

Are you a short tempered person? Depends on what type of day I've had. I can definitely be cranky if the entire day has been giving me shit after shit circumstances.

Best thing you’ve found at a thrift store: WWE Encyclopedia.

Would you survive if you were stranded in a strange city all by yourself? Doubt it.

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