#Guess who's working in a weird contorted position now

[dzpenumbra]

3/23/23

Palindrome day, cool! For Americans, at least. I have to remind myself that not everyone uses the same measures and languages. Something we all should remember, I guess.

I started the day with a yoga practice that was way above my level. Like... my legs were actually giving out. My quads are just... I guess they're just not as strong as they used to be. Same with my abs. It's weird. I mean, I'm hardly active, I know... but... I have been skating... and doing yoga every day for.. almost 3 entire months straight now.

It's not going out into the woods and hiking around barefoot every day, combing the rivers for cool stones, moving big rocks to make sculptures and shit. That shit gets you in shape real quick. But I don't know, I feel like I should be in better shape than I am. Maybe it's just part of getting older, I dunno.

So yeah, yoga kicked my ass. But it was good, in the end. I haven't been meditating. I don't know why. Today, it was because I was really hungry, and I just wanted to get food. But when I was in the kitchen, I did dishes and everything, so I definitely had the time. I guess I just... naturally avoid it.

It's not like I wrestle with thoughts as much as I used to. Thank god, that shit was rough. It's still a thing, just... I don't care as much, I can turn the volume down and let the thoughts flow without getting attached a lot of the time. Not all the time, but a lot of the time. Honestly, I think the problem is my posture. The problem is my sitting position is really uncomfortable. And it hasn't really been improving. And that's really upsetting me. It's been months. I must be missing something, or just undoing all the good I do in the morning by sitting at the computer or being hunched over at the drafting table all day.

I can't get my knees down, I can't find the right place to hold my weight, I feel like my coccyx just tilts under my body and arches my back when it should be straight, my abs get grumpy that they have to activate at all, and my neck just can't seem to process what a straight line from my pelvis to my heart to my head even looks like. I, of course, am trying to sort this all out with... no mirror, just visualization. But it feels like I'm just bent and contorted in all kinds of hunched over shapes. And it's very hard to find a place to sit still for 10-15 minutes where I'm not constantly correcting my body position. It's tedious. It's hard to focus on solely my breathing when... oops, a knee is raised... okay, now relax the hips, don't need to grip... ok, now your neck is craning, straighten that... okay, relax the face... oooo tension in the hands, relax that a bit... Hardly letting go of thoughts, just focusing on how depressingly out of shape I am. Even without judgment, it's still stressful, it's work!

So yeah... skipped that. Maybe if I get brave enough to go to an in-person yoga class, they'll help me correct that. I mean, that's like... kinda their job. But I think I'm going to wait for the gastric distress to let up before I go there... think that might be a smart idea...

I cut my hair (very overdue), showered and trimmed my beard pretty nicely. I actually watched a video on how to do it, I have never looked it up before, and the instructions from the guy who I was watching were... basically what I already do, which was validating. There were just small alterations, like only bringing the clippers straight down rather than against the grain or following the jawline. I'm thinking of growing it out again, I'm already past an inch, so I might as well... I'll see how it goes.

The bulk of the day again went to working on the hoodie. And it looks fucking sick. It's really starting to take shape. The eternal race-against-time battle of working with acrylics as they progressively dry out and turn into fucking rubber has been... oddly nostalgic. Acrylic was my primary medium in college. So... this isn't foreign, it's just a bit annoying. And it's really on me for just using the paint out of the jar rather than using my palette. But... it's getting really close to finished. The only work left is... the black outlining, the shading, then figuring out with to do with the thin outermost ring, which I might actually embellish, while I'm at it. It might be done tomorrow, might be the day after, not sure.

I've also developed a bit of a process for the new desire path mapping project, which is working well so far. I have 15 runs down already, 10 tracked. It helps a lot using a shorter route. And the routes still have a nice amount of detail to them. The desire path mod does take a bit longer to erode the dirt than I was hoping... Like... a lot. So I have no clue how many of these runs I'm going to have to take before I start seeing some erosion in the wild.

I was considering streaming while I did this, just to share the process, you know? And to tag it as Art rather than Minecraft to keep the children out, so I just... don't have to deal with it. I'm sorry, I just... it's nothing against kids in general, it's just... teens, honestly. I'm not using minecraft in this context to play minecraft, I'm not even really playing with most of the mods I have on, I'm using it as a tool. So... Art feels much more accurate. And if there's some 16 year old looking for Art on Twitch who stumbles across Minecraft... they'll probably be a bit more open-minded than a 16 year old looking for Minecraft on Twitch... and stumbling across this weird art project instead. Just trying to cultivate a vibe, being in the right category can help with that. But... I didn't stream... because I didn't want to depend on chat for entertainment outside of listening to music and walking through the woods. I wanted to listen to someone else's stream or youtube instead. I run into this problem a lot. So... that's just how it went. Tough shit to the zero people who would've been interested in this anyway. Maybe next time!

Honestly, I have no idea what I'm even going to do with the end product. This piece is very much making itself, and I'm just... letting it happen. And the end result is actually looking pretty damn cool, I really like the designs. Here's the progress so far:

I have no idea where I could do this... but I'd be interested in doing it IRL as well someday. With GPS tracking, I had a hiking app that did that, it just mapped where you hiked. It's an exciting prospect, but I would need to find the right area, and I don't know how that would go, or how safe it really is to do a project like that without someone... knowing where I am.

The idea, for anyone coming into this late, is to basically capture the process of... exploring, getting lost, learning, and gaining orientation. It's a visual demonstration of what it looks like from a birds eye view as one gets lost and wanders between two points. Tracking their entire path, step by step and rendering it on a map as a line, like a GPS route. They travel from point A to point B with only general directions of how to get there. Over time, landmarks are recognized, routines are built, the wandering gets less and less. And, in turn, a path starts to form, as the ground becomes well traveled. I'm calling it a desire path project, even though the focus isn't so much about desire paths as it is... just paths in general. But whatever. It's working well in minecraft, but I'd love to try it in real life sometime. But again, the stakes for willingly getting lost in the woods when you have no friends or family and no one knows or cares where you are are... quite high. So... Maybe I'll put it off for a bit, pop that on the back burner.

So yeah, that was about it. My ex kept popping into my head today, I really don't know why. Maybe something reminded me of her. And not in a good way, like... reminders of the secrets she kept from me, that I naively looked past. That kinda shit. And I had a big emotional overwhelm moment with remembering Maxine today. Which hit me really hard and had me sitting on the floor in the bathroom crying. Grief sucks. My girls really were my world, they were my family. I miss them so much, it's crazy how different my life is now without them.

Yeah, not an insanely exciting day, not a ton went on, I guess in a way I can be grateful for that. Very productive though. I'm really excited for how this hoodie is coming along, I'll share the final state of the back piece when it's ready in a few days.

#diary #journal #online journal #stream of consciousness #stream of thoughts

[aanahitt]

Me: I'm trying to WORK

My cat: ...

Me: my lap is OCCUPIED

My cat: but what if I sweetly lick your fingers?

#Guess who's working in a weird contorted position now #Because my little asshole is on my lap #She's so pleased #Cat #Cats

[theassthatquits]

Blupjeans Week Day Four: Ship

@blupjeansweek2021

Lup sipped her drink slowly, taking in the scene around her. There were definitely a lot more men here than women, which meant that more attention would be placed on her. She could work with that. She thumbed through the many name tags she swiped and started writing a different name on each one and hid them under her leg when she was done. Speed dating was one of her favorite activities to do when she was Taako’s guest on a cruise.

At first it started out as a way to hook up with someone that she would never see again. Pretty easy when it was the last day and everyone came from different places. Very quickly she realized that this was the perfect opportunity to spread chaos. She now had four rules:

No one gets to know her real name

No one gets to know any true facts about her, actually.

On the off chance she did like someone here, no spending the night with anyone.

Definitely no off the ship contact

The bell signaling the start of the night sounded and she pulled herself together, slapping on a name tag reading “Ryn” as her first victim, smirking and a little gross looking, sat down across from her.

“Lucky me, first round with the hottest girl in the room.”

Lup would be lying if she said she had never heard that one before.

“Oh god, I only hope that this will be over soon.”

His face dropped. “A little rude, aren’t we Ryn?” He leaned in close. “Playing hard to get?”

“How can I play hard to get when we’ve only just met?”

He paused, thinking. “Are you...rhyming with me?”

“Whatever do you mean? I’m afraid this I cannot see.”

“Okay, I see what’s going on here.”

“I do not understand, could you explain to a fellow peer?” Lup tried really hard to pull it off but she was grinning ear to ear.

The man rolled his eyes. “I think we’re done here.”

“Hey look who’s rhyming now!” His glare towards her was punctuated with the bell, signaling a partner change and hers couldn’t get away fast enough, done with her antics. She swapped out her name tag for one that read “Liza”.

Her next match was objectively the hottest man in the room and she’d be lying if she had said she hadn’t thought about breaking the rules. He sat down with some finger foods in his hand and took a bite. His face contorted and he spat the bite out in a napkin. “Oh, Gods. I think this is the worst food I’ve ever tasted on a cruise.”

Yeah, she wasn’t going home with this guy. How dare anyone spit out Taako’s food! She smiled sweetly, “Do you go on many of these?”

“Oh yeah, I cruise several times a year. I need something to do with all of the money I make.” He was really laying it on thick and it took everything she had not to roll her eyes.

“Sounds lonely.” She reached out and stroked his arm flirtatiously.

“It can be, sometimes.”

“Do you think I could help with that?”

He smirked. “Yeah, I think you could, babydoll.”

Gross. She almost gagged but smiled instead. She took out her pen and wrote a random room number on his arm. “This is my room. I’ll be back there in 15 minutes. Meet me there.”

His eyes lit up, “oh, yes. Sounds good. I’ll see you soon.” He stood up, winking at her and then he breezed out of the room as the bell rang.

“Ugh, so gross.” Lup made a gagging face trying to get the thought of him out.

“Hello - oh, are you okay?” She looked up to see a man in his thirties wearing glasses, a button up shirt, and blue jeans. He stood out in the room where every other man was wearing slacks and a tie. Lup paused for a second and then realized she had yet to speak and his face was getting more and more concerned for her.

“Uh, yes. Just swallowed down the wrong way, you know how it is.”

“Oh, yes I do,” He nodded solemnly. “Shit!” He yelled under his breath as he spilled half of his drink on himself while sitting down. Lup took this opportunity to switch out her name tag to “Eve”. After she was done he was still trying to clean himself up. His - Barry, she could tell from the tag - face was a deep red. Her heart pinged slightly at that, this poor man was so out of his element and it was kind of endearing.

“Here, let me help.” Lup handed over some napkins and leaned over the table, purposefully giving him a good view down her dress but he was so focused on cleaning up he didn’t even look. Lup didn’t know why she almost felt disappointed about that.

“Uh, thank you. I’m Barry.”

Double-checking her name tag she responded, “Eve.”

“Eve. That’s very pretty.”

“Thank you, Barold.”

He nearly coughed up his drink at that before collapsing into giggles. “Barold? I like it.”

“I think it’s fitting, Mr. Barold Bluejeans.”

“It’s actually Hallwinter -“

“Not in those jeans it’s not.”

He giggled again and damn if that didn’t do something to her. “Got me there. I’m not sure what people wear to cruises, I only packed swim trunks and blue jeans and I was not about to wear my trunks to a singles only event.”

“Oh, is this your first cruise?”

“Yeah, I won a contest at my university. I teach theoretical physics and I guess I had the most positive reviews or something from the students. I didn’t really know the contest was going on until I had won it.”

“Ooooh Professor Barold Bluejeans.” Something about that made her insides ache. “How are you enjoying your first cruise?”

“It’s nice. I haven’t taken a vacation since undergrad, so it’s been pretty great to just relax by the poolside and catch up on paperwork.”

“Did you seriously bring work to your vacation?”

Barry cocked his head, confused. “Yeah, is that a big deal?”

“Barold!! It’s a vacation! You don’t bring any work!” She was getting worked up and heads began to turn towards them. “You: drink a lot of alcohol, swim a lot, read a book by the beach, eat a lot of food, watch the weird as fuck shows they bring onboard, and hook up with a hottie you will never see again.” She listed these off on her fingers.

“Well I’ve done most of those things!”

“Yeah? Hook up with a hottie?” She winked at him and his face got a deep deep red.

“No, not that one. I read and swim and eat and drink. The food here is absolutely incredible, I’ve never had anything like it.”

“Yes! One point for Barold!” She high-fived him. “My brother is the head chef, everything he makes is exquisite.” Lup froze. She’s never revealed anything of herself at these before but with Barry it just felt natural. Maybe the rules didn’t need to be so strict after all. “What shows have you seen?”

“Well, uh, I haven’t seen any. I pretty much only swim, read, and eat.”

“So you haven’t explored the boat??”

“Not really.”

“Oh my gods, Barold. You are squandering this vacation. Cancel your plans tonight, we’re going exploring.”

He raised an eyebrow, amused. “Yeah?”

It was her turn to blush. Damn him. “If you want to, I mean. We haven’t exactly finish speed dating.”

“Hmm true, and I could find someone that loves doing paperwork poolside…”

She swatted at him playfully and he laughed. “I’m kidding! Yes, please, Eve. Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

Lup froze, at first upset that he misremembered her name before she realized that she had given him a fake one. It was too late to go back now, she figured. She could be Eve for the rest of the night. It’s not like she was ever going to see this man again.

“You okay?”

God, he was so observant. It was like he saw right through her. She smiled and grabbed his hand. “I’m perfect. Now come on, Bluejeans. We have a whole weekend of mischief to catch up on.”

#blupjeansweek2021 #blupjeans #barry bluejeans #lup #taz balance

[dracoxgeorge]

Romeo & Juliet | Draco Malfoy

A/n: Hii, thank you guys for 56 followers!! Love you guys, I hope you enjoy this!!

Warnings: Angst? fluff, swearing, and crying. Please let me know if i missed anything <3

Summary: You get really insecure about Draco and Pansy’s play. 

Draco x fem!reader

You and Draco had been dating since the beginning of 5th year, it's now the middle of 6th. 

Professor McGonagal and Professor Flitwick decided that they wanted to do a school play inspired by the muggle book ‘Romeo and Juliet’ by Shakespear. 

You had caught Draco reading the book once in the library, and you had thought he should audition when it was announced during dinner. 

He has many of Romeo’s qualities, he's extremely handsome, clever, very loyal and though he doesn’t believe you, he can be very immature at times. 

You did manage to persuade him to audition and he not so surprisingly got the lead role as Romeo. He beat not only Cormac Mclaggen but also Fred Weasley. 

Draco desperately wanted for you to audition for Juliet, but you turned him down. You are pretty shy, only around people you don’t know though, you are very open with your friends. 

There was a lineup of girls auditioning for Juliet which did manage to upset you knowing your boyfriend would have to kiss another woman while you watched.

Flitwick and McGonagal narrowed it down to 4 girls, Hermione Granger, Lavender Brown, Padma Patil and finally, your best friend, Pansy Parkinson. This surprised you because Astoria Greengrass auditioned as well but Pansy had much better acting skills. 

You were happy for Pansy and Draco, you helped them both practice their lines together. Thats what led to now, you had finally made it to the kiss part without them making any mistakes at all. 

“We should leave this for the show, right Yn?” Draco asked, silently asking for you to say yes. You knew that Draco more than anything felt guilty at even the thought of putting his lip on someone else's. 

That too made you queasy. Day and night your mind would wonder, what if he catches feelings for her after the kiss and falls out of love with you. Or what if Pansy falls in love with him?

Maybe for them it would be more than just a kiss and they keep doing it behind your back. You have no clue what's going to happen but can only hope for the best and prepare for the worst.

By preparing for the worst you just tried to spend more time with your boyfriend as if it could end, but you kept your head held high. 

-

You and Draco were cuddling in his prefect dorm, you had been on your side while you had your leg draped over his middle. 

Dracon was reading a novel, you tucked your head into the crook of his neck while your mind continued to wonder once again. I tear slipped down your cheek, as a small quiet sob escaped your lips.

Draco put his book down, looking down at you. 

“What's wrong, love?” He asked, you turned up to look at him, quickly wiping the tear away. 

Your eyes met, you watched him examine your features. Another tear slipping past your eye. His hand moved to your face, caressing it with his thumb while wiping the tear away. 

“It's nothing, get back to your book.”  You suggested, your hand began playing with the hem of his loose black t-shirt. 

You took a deep breath, inhaling his scent as if it were the last time you would do so. 

“Is it about the play? If it is, I hope you know Pansy is nothing more than a friend to me.” He whispered softly, kissing the top of your head.

“No, no, I want you guys to do good, I’m excited. I mean Saturday is only two days away.” You replied, cherishing the feeling of his warmth. 

“That doesn't tell me why you're crying,”

“I’m not, just tired is all.”  You answered, hoping he would buy it, which he did. 

Draco knew something was off, but he didn’t want to push you nor make you feel forced to tell him. 

Draco is very clever when it comes to you and how you feel. He can somehow always sense when or if there's something wrong. But he never wants for you to feel like you need to do something for him or to please him. 

You are a people pleaser to say the least. 

“Okay, did you want me to move over or are you comfortable?” 

“I’m fine, goodnight, my love.” 

“Goodnigt,” He whispered back. 

-

It was Saturday afternoon, the play was to begin after dinner. You wanted to be excited yet the thought had your stomach turning.

You heard rumors flying around you left and right, “did you hear, malfoys breaking up with yn”, “Draco cheated on her”, and “Pansys gonna take him”. You would be lying if you said it wasn’t getting to you.

“Hey, Draco, how are you feeling?” You asked, Draco was reading over his lines, pacing back and forth. 

“I-i’m fine, you're not supposed to be here, please, leave. Me and Pansy need to practice.”

ouch

Considering you had just seen Mrs. Parkinson, and Astoria you knew he just wanted you gone. Were the people right? Maybe he was just a little too stressed.

You did just as he asked, and without a word walked out. Unfortunately you walked right into Mrs.Malfoy.  

“Oh Yn, how are you? Have you seen Draco?” 

“Oh, yeah I just saw him, but apparently we’re not allowed to go in there. He just asked me to leave. So how have you been, where is Mr.Malfoy if you don’t mind?” You asked, with a light smile.

“Unfortunately he couldn’t make it. But we’re doing okay. Has Draco asked you about Christmas break? We wanted you to come see us.” 

You gave her a confused smile, why wouldn't he ask you?

“Oh, uhm yeah, but I’m not sure if I’m able to go just yet, I would love to see you though.”  You answered. 

“That’s okay, well I’ll see you in there.” You gave her a nod and left to see your friend Amara.

-

“He told you to leave?” She asked, you nodded eagerly. 

“Yeah, and he didn't tell me about Christmas, what if what everyones saying is true? What if he actually leaves me?” You asked, your words full of hurt and discomfort. 

“Yn, he’s not going to leave you over a stupid kiss, espeacially with someone he knows your insecure about. And Christmas is probably just a coincidence.” 

Amira stated, trying to relieve you, but it only slightly helped. 

But who could blame you? Everyone around you is talking about what they think is going to be happening. You were allowed to have your doubts. 

It was time for the play. 

You braced yourself for what is to come, wearing one of Draco’s black hoodies, making sure it was a long sleeve. 

You made your way to the great hall, finding a seat next to Luna and Neville. 

“What's wrong, Yn?” Luna asked, once you took your seat. You shook your head, putting a gentle smile on your face. 

“Just a little nervous is all.” You answered, adjusting yourself, scanning the room for a blonde. 

Your eyes landed on his, you watched as he hugged his mother, Pansy standing nearby. 

“I can see that you're sad, has Draco done something?” She asked again, very innocent and softly.

“Not yet, but that's okay. I guess I just have to play the waiting game for now.” You murmured. Neville scrunched his nose in confusion, but he decided not to question you. 

“Okay, well I wish the best for you and whatever it may be going on.” Luna continued. 

You envied Luna. She is an amazing person, she has a golden heart. There is not one bad or even half bad quality that you’ve noticed came along with her. People find her to be weird and tend to stay their distance, but she is so lovely. She sees things differently for sure, yet she always manages to stay so positive. You adored everything about her.

“Thank you everyone for coming. Please enjoy Hogwarts' first play and our interpretation of the muggle play ‘Romeo and Juliet.’” Professor McGonogal stated, stepping off the stage and beginning the play.

-

You watched the play go on, you were not only impressed but also extremely proud of your boyfriend. However the not couldn’t be said for Pansy. You hated seeing her as the enemy and attempted to shake out that part of you. 

You watched intently in awe as Draco and Pansy portrayed the characters very well. 

You watched the way he held her and looked at her, just like he looked like you. He’s acting, that's all it is, you thought.

Pansys long brunette hair swayed on top of her shoulders, you could never deny that she was beautiful. She had many boys wrapped around her finger, she could pull anyone she wanted with barely any effort.

This is it, you thought. You could only watch. You studied Draco’s expressions. You could see through most of his emotions, and watched his face contort between passion and an awfully awkward look. 

You watched him put his acting to work, instinctively discarding the face of awkwardness and replacing it with passion and intimacy. 

He leaned in, as did she, and closed the space between them. 

A tear fell from your eye, you felt as though your relationship had just come to an end. You had been practicing plea’s for Draco to stay since you found out about the kiss, which now you had worked out by figuring out which one exactly to use.

Although you had been contemplating what could or could not happen in your eyes. Thats when it hit you. 

He could actually leave. 

Draco was your oxygen, he was the light of your life and though you had only been dating for just over a year, he made you significantly happier than you were able to make yourself. That man has made you feel things you were never able to feel with anyone else, mentally and yes also physically. 

You felt over the moon whenever you were around him, you were ecstatic just getting a look at him, and oh how he could get you flustered. You couldn’t believe your ears when Draco asked you for Hogsmeade. You couldn't imagine a world without him, you went as far as to imagine a future with a man you’ve watched from afar for years. You loved him dearly and to think that he even considered leaving you at one point or another made you want to throw up. 

Tear after tear streamed down your cheeks, you couldn't watch any longer so you decided to make a trip to the bathroom. 

Once you got to the prefect bathroom, you slid down the wall and cupped your face in your hands and sobbed as if it were the last thing you’d ever do.

“Hey, knock knock, anyone there?” You heard a voice come from the other side of the door.

“Yeah, I’m done, sorry.” You answered, wiping your face with Draco’s hoodie, inhaling his scent as you did so. You stood up, opening the door to a very tall ginger who you knew as either Fred or George Weasley. 

“Shouldn’t you be at the show?” He asked. 

“Uhm yeah, which one are you?” You asked, looking him head to toe.

“George, and you are Yn,” You nodded at his gentle words. 

You scooted behind him, and murmured “I should be getting back now, see you around.” Before making your way back. 

Unfortunately yet somewhat fortunately, when you got back you saw that the show had ended and everyone was on the stage, bowing and saying ‘thank you’s’. 

You saw Draco, up on stage holding Pansy’s waist. You caught his eye and watched his smile drop, making your stomach- in turn- drop. 

He looked at your semi wet face and droopy mascara, flipping over what was supposed to be his happy night. 

You watched everyone begin watching off stage, Draco walking straight to his mother, and Pansy to you. 

“Hey, you did great.” You smiled full of sorrow. You watched her smile grow, making your heart throb. 

“Thank you! Where were you, you left in the middle of the show, what happened?” She asked, a flood of guilt washed over you. 

“Oh, I needed to use the bathroom. Sorry about that. But you guys did amazing!” You exclaimed. A deep blush flooded Pansy’s cheeks. 

“Well I’m going to go see my mom, talk to you later.” She said, walking away leaving you stranded, students absolutely everywhere. 

Suddenly, you felt a very familiar hand wrap itself around your wrist. It held three silver rings, which burned into your skin. 

He pulled you away, to the back of the room, he moved left and right dragging you along with him. Finally he found his mother, bringing his arm around your waist to greet her. 

“Draco, darling, you did phenomenal!” She said, leaving her son with a faint blush and beautiful smile plastered on his face. You were stuck admiring his features. 

“Thank you mother.” He responded, you looked up at him, smiling. Looking back over at his mum. 

“Well, I should be on my way, my dear, talk to you soon, love you.” 

Draco nodded, whispering an I love you too.

She gave him a hug before making her way to the entrance of the school and apparating home. 

Draco dropped the happy smile on his face, dragging you to his prefect dorm. 

He gently pushed you into his room, shutting the door behind him. “Why’d you leave?” he asked, sitting on the edge of the bed beside you. 

“First, you did absolutely incredible and secondly, I needed to use the washroom.” You answered, watching him sigh. 

“You know I don’t like it when you lie to me.” He stated, in a very stern voice. You hated lying to Draco, but you couldn’t bring yourself to be honest. 

“I’m not lying, why would you say that?” You asked, scrunching your face in fake confusion. 

“Oh really? Is that the story you're sticking to?” You nodded confidently in response. 

“Well Weaselbee told me otherwise.” You felt your heart drop, a frustrated sigh left your throat, you threw your head back trying to blink the new forming tears away. 

“How much did he tell you?” You exhaled, why did George have to say anything? 

“Why were you crying?” He asked, using his index finger and thumb to make you look at him.

“It’s nothing. No need to worry, Blaise told me they are throwing a party for you in the common room, you should go. You're the man of the hour of course.” You stammered, hoping the newly formed tears threatening to spill would just disappear.

“No, not until I get an answer.”  

“Fine, look I’m sorry, just seeing you kiss her and look at her. Have you heard what everyone’s been saying? And your mother told me about Christmas, I just, I don't know. Maybe you’d be better off with Pansy, it seems to me that you two really are Romeo and Juliet.” You answered, letting out a choked sob and not even trying to stop the tears anymore.

“Yn, don't you get it. I don’t like Pansy like that, as a matter-of-fact I resent her. I absolutely hated having to work with her. She’s annoying and petty. I would’ve much rather had you to work with. You are the most amazing girl I have ever and will ever know, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me.” He started,

“And as for Christmas, It’s the beginning of November, darling, I wanted it to be a surprise. I need you to understand that I would never in eternity try to hurt you, I have only ever wanted to see you happy. I fucking love you and nothing will ever change that. It's you and me, we are Romeo and Juliet.” 

It was true, never once had he told you a lie, and never has since. You guys really were Romeo and Juliet. 

A/n: Sorry if this is absolute shit, but i hope you enjoyed it, thank you guys for 56 followers again! Requests are open!! 

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[prfctparis]

In a Sweet Sunshower

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summary: He Who Brings Rain and The One Who Shines Bright are siblings. It’s fitting that there’s a sunshower during one of the campaigns when their legions team up.

a/n: a few things about Tatooine Slave Culture in this is borrowed from fialleril here on tumblr, so all rights go to them for that. except for the sunshower thing, i came up with it while driving and wrote this as fast as i could and actually kind of proud of the concept ngl. fun fact! zariza’s name mean ‘gold, brilliantly bright’ in hebrew so obviously it means something similar here in this star wars universe.

There’s an old phenomenon, here on Tatooine – from thousands and thousands of years ago back when this place wasn’t all dirt and sand – where the suns shone high in the sky, and voluminous clouds did little to darken the earth below, and rain fell from them, soaking the life on the ground.

It never lasted long, a few or so minutes at most, but it always happened during the hottest season of the year. It was said to be a beautiful sight to behold. The down pouring rain and the bright shining suns, together. Apparently it looked like liquid gold.

Everyone called it a sunshower. All of the Depur took it as a sign for there to be tricksters coming their way. Some of the Amavikka said that it was a sign of hope from one of the ancient prophets – Ekkreth, or Maru, or Tena, or Ebra – or even Ar-Amu to the slaves.

But most said that during it was when slaves became Free for good.

…We haven’t had rain in ages.

Zariza huffs and grimaces. Every single part of her is sweaty and sticky, and the humidity of this planet’s region might actually end up being the death of her. No, not the droids they fought earlier, or the damn Separatists, or even a stray blaster bolt. But the humidity. She knows that hate isn’t a good thing for a Jedi to feel, but she hates it, through and through. The air feels suffocating – the exact opposite of what it should be – and makes the heat of the sun feel hotter than it actually is. 

It’s horrible. She says as much to her Jedi Master.

“Yes, humidity does make what we’re doing harder. Unnecessarily so,” Mace agrees, sounding less annoyed and tired than his padawan but Zariza can hear the edge of the emotions in his voice. He isn’t fairing so well in this weather, either.

At least the battle is over. Now they just have to clean up everything.

The leaders of the planet had asked for clean up help once the fighting had ended and they had verbally agreed to officially join the Republic. Of course the 187th and 501st easily promised they would do so. Neither of the legions have somewhere important to be, except for maybe Coruscant or a High Council meeting, and so here they are. Sweating their asses off in the humid heat that somehow feels like a murder attempt.

“Take a break if you need it, Zariza – I don’t want you overworking yourself in this heat. It could be dangerous,” Mace says after a few more moments. Then to Commander Ponds, “Same goes for all of the one-eighty-seventh, Commander. Take as many breaks as you need.”

Zariza sees Ponds nod out of the corner of her eyes, followed by, “Yes sir, General. Lieutenant Spite and a medic squad are collecting bottles of water and setting up tents for shade. I’ve heard that the five-oh-first are doing the same as they work as well.”

“Good.”

Wiping her brow with the bare skin of her bicep, Zariza is glad that she had the foresight to leave her black cloak and outer tunic on the venator-ship. She now only wears the black boots, leggings, and the sleeveless white under tunic, which is now stained with dirt and a few specks of blood but she could hardly care. The troopers did earlier, though, especially at the beginning of the fight – lack of armor meant danger but Zariza wasn’t about to give herself a heatstroke. She at least still wore the braces for her forearms, and the chest plate that she has since taken off.

One of the troopers – Mayhem, she recognizes the armor – hands her a container of water hardly ten minutes later. She smiles gratefully at him and takes it, taking a few sips, and then hands it back. He caps the container, clips it on his belt, and they both get back to work cleaning broken droid parts and other various debris from the fight. Mayhem never strays too far from her. Zariza might have been annoyed by it if she didn’t know that he’s looking out for her.

On the other side of the large area that had been used a battle field against Seppie droids, are the 501st – her brother included. Like her, he has darker robes than the usual Jedi, and had also foregone the outer tunics because of the planet’s heat before battle started. Zariza won’t be surprised if he’s currently completely shirtless by now – a risk for a sunburn, no doubt, with skin much paler than her own, but that’s his problem. She also knows for a fact that Ahsoka is wearing the tube top outfit she wore constantly before Anakin corralled her into wearing something more covering, a few pieces of armor included, just a month ago.

Hell, even Master Mace Windu is shirtless right now, the weirdness of it be damned. Some troopers have started to disappear regularly, leaving in full gear, only to pop up again with the top half of their blacks and armor gone.

Yeah. Humidity karking sucks.

Needing a break, Zariza leans against a lone tree nearby. She can feel the Living Force flowing through it and focuses on that as she catches her breath. Mayhem spots her and brings her more water without question.

“Thanks,” she sighs, and takes another sip.

Mayhem nods, undoing a second bottle from his belt, right next to where his helmet it clipped. He’s shirtless just like many of his brothers, curly hair frizzy as hell. “You’re welcome, sir,” he says. Once he’s had a few sips of his own, he asks, “How much is left in there?”

She shakes it, and shrugs. “Half, maybe?”

He nods again. “I’ll go back to one of the tents and refill it for you soon.”

She smiles thankfully. “Don’t forget to get yourself some.”

Mayhem chuckles. “Of course not, sir.”

After taking another drink, she hands it back just like before. But she doesn’t move to get back to work just yet. Master Mace nudges her in their bond, asking if she’s okay, and she tiredly pokes back to confirm that she is, all the while eying what’s left of the field to clean up. They’re getting there, but it looks like it will take forever. At least Anakin, Ahsoka, and the 501st are tackling the other half; and they’re getting closer, slowly but surely.

Her eyes flit up to the sky, and she spots grey clouds nearby. But, ugh – they aren’t close enough for them to get rained on.

It causes a frown to tug on her lips. A pout, if she wants to be honest about it.

Mayhem chuckles for a second time, more amused than before. “Finally saw the clouds, huh, verd’ika?”

Another trooper nearby stops and looks as well. A wounded noise escape them. “It’s so close but so damn far,” they say, forlorn. What a Force-damned mood.

“This humidity will be the death of me,” Zariza mumbles.

“That’s not happening on our watch,” they say, firm yet exhausted, the sadness about the clouds suddenly gone.

“Damn straight,” Mayhem agrees.

She can only groan.

Once Zariza has rested for a good few minutes, she stands up straight again, but instead of getting to work, she unties the knot of the yellow bandana at the nape of her neck. The wild, dark waves of her hair are no doubt frizzy and wilder than ever; earlier she was positive that she felt the waves grow in size because of the friz and the humidity, and she honestly doesn’t want to know what she looks like because of it. Quickly, she works on putting her long hair into a nerftail and ties it with the bandana.

What feels like ages later, the planet’s sun is beginning to finally lower in the sky and the 187th has done most of their half of the battle field. Through the bond, Zariza can tell Anakin is close by yet she stays lying on the ground, taking yet another much needed break. The clouds are closer, too. Yet still no rain.

The sound of boots crunching the dry, summer grass as someone walks gets closer and louder, up until the person stops right at Zariza’s head, casting a shadow over her. She blinks and tilts her chin to get a better look at who it is despite already having a pretty good guess. Anakin stands over her, sweaty and shirtless, with red tinting his shoulders, chest, and nose. His dirty blond hair is matted with sweat and it sticks to his forehead and the nape of his neck, a few of the short curls frizzed up, and his face is contorted into a scowl.

“I cannot believe I’m saying this,” he says, “but I miss Tatooine’s dry heat.”

“Agreed,” she grunts.

Anakin huffs and steps to her side. He then sticks out his flesh hand, and Zariza forces herself to sit up so she can grab it. He pulls her to her feet and almost immediately lets go once he’s sure she’s balanced well. The humid heat has made the brother-sister who hug every time they see each other, want to not be touching another body in any way for the foreseeable future.

Anakin runs a hand through his hair, grimaces at the sweat, and wipes it on his pants. Disgusting. “Been drinking enough water?” he asks.

She sighs. “Yep. You?”

“Yep.”

“Ahsoka?”

“Yep.” A beat. “Master Windu?”

She almost says ‘yep’ again, but decides not to. “Yeah, him too. Don’t worry.” She smirks. It’s no secret that before Master Mace took her as his padawan, that Anakin couldn’t stand the man. The feeling might have been mutual, but honestly Zariza doesn’t know and doesn’t care to. For now.

Anakin just rolls his eyes and flips her off, walking off to help Captain Rex and a few more guys of Torrent Company.

Ahsoka comes up to her a second later. The younger teen doesn’t say anything, and neither does Zariza. Usually energetic and happy to get her to know her Master’s little sister better, the heat has zapped the togruta of most of her energy. So in silence, they work together on a particularly large piece of debris, and then immediately head to the nearest tent for some much needed shade. Breaks are becoming more frequent, and Zariza thinks that maybe she will have to stop helping if they don’t finish up cleaning soon.

Anakin is already in the tent, along with Master Mace, Captain Rex, and Commander Ponds by the time the girls get there, and the two padawans wave a short greeting to the men before beelining where other troopers are giving out fresh water.

It’s when one of the Boys In Blue (as the GAR has started calling the 501st) hands them both a fresh container when it happens.

The sound of rain pelting the top of the tent makes everyone freeze. It’s obviously still sunny, but that doesn’t stop Zariza or any of the others to turn to check for themselves. And it is – no clouds directly above them at all – yet the rain is falling down, gradually increasing to a steady downpour. She blinks a few times and inches closer to the edge of the tent, and hardly a second later Anakin is at her side, looking out as well, mouth parted in shock.

“A sunshower,” Anakin whispers.

Zariza numbly nods.

Her mind conjures up a faint memory of being told of a phenomenon from hundreds of thousands of years ago on Tatooine. Of sunshine and rain, together. Of liquid gold. Of tricksters visiting Depur. Of a sign of hope to slaves, or a celebration for the Freed.

It doesn’t look completely like liquid gold like Amu’s tales said, but it was close to it. It’s still beautiful. A stunning phenomenon that neither Anakin nor Zariza believed they would ever get to see. 

“They don’t last long,” she finds herself saying.

The Skywalkers turn their heads in unison to look at one another. Matching grins of excitement and mischief form, and without any prompting Zariza is taking off into the rain almost as fast as a blaster bolt, Anakin hot on her heels.

Zariza jumps into an already formed puddle. It’s right next to one of the 501st troopers, Jesse, and it splashes him. Zariza may or may not have used to Froce to make the splash bigger, but that doesn’t exactly matter. Just that there’s a sunshower, that her and her brother are both Free, and there’s a fucking sunshower and it’s amazing! 

Jesse lunges at her, wanting to retaliate for getting splashed at, but she slips away easily with loud laughter.

From him, anyway – Anakin catches her a second later with water from a puddle cupped in his hands. He promptly dumps it over her head with laughter of his own, then misses up her hair just for the heck of it.

“Wha– ugh, Anakin!”

“Tag, you’re it!” he shouts, as if they’re eight and twelve again in the Room of a Thousand Fountains instead of sixteen and twenty in the middle of a field post-battle.

Zariza gapes at him, but it quickly turns into grins and she chases after him without a second thought.

It doesn’t take long for Ahsoka to join, or even for the troopers. Within seconds, there’s a large game of tag, troopers splashing in puddles, and almost everyone running in the rain with the sun shining down on them, laughter ringing out into the open and so much Light seeping into the Force that Mace can’t help but shove his Commander into the rain as well.

…Yes, we haven’t had rain in thousands upon thousands of years.

But it is said that one day, when the twin suns shine hotly over Tatooine, that clouds will form once again yet they will not obscure the twins from sight, and a downpour of rain will wash over everyone.

All the slaves will be Free, and Depur will no longer have power over us.

We will have a sunshower once more.

#anakin skywalker #tatooine slave culture #star wars #star wars oc #star wars fanfiction #clone wars oc #mace windu #my writing #oc: zariza #take the fear that i don’t need

[zoryany]

(Of Loyalty and Royalty) "You know, Captain Solo," the Empress said, delicately putting her wineglass down. Han tried not to stare at the motion, or at her, or anywhere. Things were always awkward around her. "I had my doubts, but I am beginning to see what Luke sees in you. I am glad he has you." Han breathed a sigh of relief. Then the Empress *had* to add, "Of course, my husband does not share this response."

Royal Imperial Skywalker AU (parts 1-6)

Send me things!!(always accepting, for this or any other verse, just… slow)

It had taken several minutes of insisting, and some creative thinking on his part, but Han had finally gotten Goldenrod out of his and Chewie’s collective hairs, having sent him off on some convoluted mission to find a very vital component for modifying the Falcon. It was weird enough being in the Palace, even with Luke, so being here without him was absolutely surreal. The night before had not been a restful one, that’s for sure.

At least now he had Chewie with him. Something about that big, walking fuzzball made everyone feel more at ease, it seemed – aside from the moments it was clear he was about to lose his temper. Then? It was best to steer clear, unless you wanted to lose an arm. But… even in the early days, Luke seemed to be comforted by his presence.

Han would argue until the day he died that he was not out of his mind for missing the fact that Luke was, indeed, the Imperial Prince, given just how fumbling the kid was right off the bat. Too earnest for his own good and stumbling over his words, you’d think he’d never spoken to another human being before. Which… well, clearly wasn’t the case, but perhaps he just didn’t have as much experience with the sorts of conversations regular folk might have. And for that, he always seemed so nervous when he tried to talk to Han. It was endearing, of course, and played a large part in winning the scoundrel over, but it absolutely screamed “Outer Rim Crop-Duster” without giving a hint at any form of nobility. And yet, when he was around Chewie, he seemed to just… relax. Words flowed much more naturally, whether he addressed the Wookiee or the captain, and a good portion of the tension he carried in his shoulders would just evaporate.

The ease of interaction between him and Luke had grown over the weeks, of course, but Chewie had always been an effective buffer in any situation. He was also effective when it came to negotiations for that very reason, and it was why Han almost wished his first mate had been around for the previous night’s dinner. True, all parties agreed it was for the best that he’d stayed behind, but still; it would have saved Han a lot of discomfort.

“Well, pal,” Han sighed, flopping down on his overly luxurious bed and sprawling out, “how’s it feel, living the high life?”

Perched awkwardly on the foot of the bed, Chewie gave Han a look absolutely brimming with irony. Given his history, as well as that of his people, Chewbacca had never really been in favour of an Imperial Regime in and of itself, but there was a certain level of respect he’d always held for the newfound freedom the Wookiees experienced under the current system. He would speak ill of the life of his people under the Republic, and the galaxy headed under Palpatine, but he carefully maintained an air of neutrality towards the current Royal Family. Through it all, though, Chewie had never sought a life of luxury. He’d always been content to live day to day, repaying the life-debt he was convinced he still owed Han and doing whatever he could to find his place in the galaxy.

Han supposed that over two centuries was plenty of life lived, and sometimes you just had to find your thrills no matter their source.

“Yeah, yeah, I getcha,” Han conceded, sitting back up and running a hand through his hair. “Can’t say I’m feeling all that at home here, either.”

Chewie took a few moments to glance around the room, taking in the décor and the pure extravagance everything seemed to exude, before he finally rumbled out his opinion on the matter.

As he pushed himself off the bed and wandered over to the balcony door, Han shook his head and sighed again. “Yeah, I agree, buddy. It really is… A lot, isn’t it? No wonder the kid felt restless here. I never woulda pinned him to live in a place like this, either.” He spent a brief moment looking out at the sprawling city below him, wondering just how Luke felt every time he took in the same view, before a wry grin spread across his face. “Wanna see a little more of where your new favourite cub grew up?”

Chewie rolled his eyes. On occasion, Han would complain about how much more Chewie liked Luke than him, a joke which seemed to have worn a little thin, but the fuzzball ultimately nodded, and the two breezed out of the room to get a closer look at the wing in which they were to reside for the foreseeable future.

***

“I know, pal.”

It turned out the Imperial Palace – or, at least the sections of it they had proper access to – was not as interesting as they would have liked it to be. They were in the guest wing, of course, and had encountered far too many droids restricting access to other, more interesting sections of the building. The two could make it past if they so chose, but decidedly chose not to, if only to avoid landing on the Empress and her husband’s bad side, and to not to piss off Luke or land him in any more hot water than he might already be in. So instead, they’d settled onto an elevated veranda, sprawling and luxurious and attended by a number of other droids who sought to meet their every need, feeling every bit as though they had landed themselves in a gilded cage of their own.

“I’m not sure what the next move is either.” Chewie draped a warm, hairy arm around his shoulders, and Han was grateful for it. “I can’t live here any more than you can. It just ain’t gonna happen. Luke knows that too.”

He left the next bit unsaid, and as Chewie finished his thought for him, Han found himself wishing he didn’t understand Shyriiwook nearly as well as he did.

For a moment, he tried ignoring his first mate, but another, more insistent rumble, accompanied by a not-quite-painful squeeze to his shoulder had him groaning. “You’re right, of course. As usual. I can’t stay here, and I can’t just drag Luke away from this place. I’m not sure we get to be happy, yanno? In a perfect world, I’d just take the kid with us, travelling the galaxy, adventurin’ from place to place, non-stop.” He paused and allowed the wry smile to twist at his lips. “Pretty sure Luke wouldn’t be strictly opposed to that, either. But…”

Silence rang heavy between them, even with the bustle of the city-planet below them. On another occasion, Chewie might have chimed in with the missing thought, again, but right now, it was clear there was no need. Han wasn’t avoiding it because he didn’t want to acknowledge it; he was avoiding it because it brought a level of pain he never wanted to confront when he was only just getting closer to Luke.

At the end of the day, it was duty that came into play, before anything else.

“Ah! Captain Solo!” Han nearly jumped out of his skin at the crisp tone of the droid as it interrupted his thoughts. “Here you are. And Chewbacca! I nearly thought I had lost you.”

He had to suppress a groan as he forced a grin and faced the gleaming golden droid. “Nope. Still here. Can’t get rid of us that easily.”

“Well, that is indeed excellent,” Threepio continued, completely missing the irony. “I do believe I have found the component you were looking for. I have placed it with your ship until such a time that you may require it.”

“Well,” Han drawled, genuinely surprised the droid had found anything, given his description, “I guess I’ll just have to take a look at it next time I’m fixin’ up the Falcon, and I’ll let ya know how you did, yeah?”

Chewie chuckled softly from behind him, but the droid carried on. “Her Majesty has requested your presence, Captain Solo. I must request that you follow me.” Request was more than likely putting it mildly.

Chewie raised a brow at the droid, rumbling a soft inquiry in Shyriiwook, but Goldenrod seemed unfazed. “I apologize, Mr. Chewbacca. While I recognize your desire to accompany the Captain, the Empress has asked to speak with him alone. However, if you so choose, I may wait with you outside her chamber while they carry out their business.”

The Wookiee was losing patience with the droid almost as quickly as Han was, but Chewie had always been better at maintaining his composure. Despite his own frustrations, he growled an agreement. Both Han and Chewie followed the protocol droid to the hallway leading to the Empress’ chambers, Han being ushered in while Chewie was pointed to a position just to the side of the doorway.

“Mistress Padmé awaits you inside, Captain Solo. I advise you do not keep her waiting.”

“Yeah?” Han felt his lips contort into a wry, contrary sort of smirk. “Well, I’ll make sure I don’t. I know better than to keep a woman like that waiting.”

“Indeed, you do have some wisdom in you after all, Captain Solo.” Threepio’s voice was chipper and polite as ever, but if he didn’t know better, Han would almost think the droid was mocking him.

“Right,” he replied, face darkening slightly, before turning to his friend. “See ya later, Chewie,” he said with a nod. “Try not to tear off Goldenrod’s arms while I’m in there.” He’d lowered his voice, but not enough to go undetected by a droid’s auditory sensors, and Han took more pleasure than he probably should have in the way Threepio seemed to jump at the comment.

Striding forward, the assured steps he took into the chamber worked to conceal the anxiety that truly roiled beneath Han’s composed exterior. Something about the Empress caused his legs to turn liquid and his wits to escape him. Luke was able to disarm him with his charm and catch him off guard enough to force him into idealism; the Empress disarmed him completely with her ability to read right into the core of his being.

Actually, every member of the family seemed to share that ability. His thoughts hadn’t felt private since he’d landed on Coruscant. The Empress could see right through him, the Princess shared her mother’s eerie personal precision, the father had his own brand of intimidation, and Luke…

Luke had always been able to sense Han’s vulnerabilities. Even when it wasn’t obvious that was what he was doing, it was present enough that the kid seemingly maintained a solid connection with him no matter what. Now that Han knew just what Luke’s connections and abilities were, he couldn’t help but feel just a touch more wary of him. He’d never much believed in the Force, nor did he really know what it did, and he didn’t quite trust it.

But… he did trust Luke.

He knew just how gentle the kid could be. Despite the insecurities they both felt, despite knowing what seemed to eat at him the most… Han held faith in Luke. It made him uncertain. Han was unaccustomed to uncertainty like this. But even though he was entirely unsure what the future held, he knew he had faith. A faith he hadn’t come close to holding for years before this, but faith nonetheless. He was not about to abandon that just because he was about to face the Empress, the most powerful woman in the galaxy, and someone who could very well dismiss his existence on a whim.

“Captain.”

The door closed behind him, and Han found himself in another room that seemed overly lavish and luxurious compared to what any being actually needed. He hadn’t really noticed, but they’d moved beyond the guest wing of the Palace. The droid’s escort had been so seamless that he didn’t even realize the route they were taking was unfamiliar and led past paths that had previously been obstructed. He’d been purposely misled to this chamber, and would be escorted back to his own private room so he could not find this one again, he was sure. It instilled a growing sense of unease within him, but Han would not back down. Holding his own against the Empress was all he could do. It even seemed liable to become his greatest achievement ever.

Han was not an Imperial Loyalist. He never had been. He wasn’t a rebel, by any means, just went where the credits were, but most Imperials were fairly stingy with their credits. It was the outlaws who paid the best, and for so long, he’d pledged himself where the fortune laid. But now… well. Was it fortune that drew him to Luke? Or something else? So many could look at his history, look at Luke’s identity, and draw their own conclusions. Han Solo, smuggler, scoundrel, and Imperial Leech.

Luke had never seen that in him, though. And, well, if Luke believed in him…

“I can sense your discomfort.” The Empress’ voice was somehow both cool and warm. She had an inviting air about her, something that begged you to share your every last secret, but she never shed her nobility. Calm, collected, and in control… that was the Empress, and Han wasn’t sure he would ever stand a chance against her in any sort of battle, of the wits or otherwise. And yet, he wasn’t sure that mattered. He would hold his own against her for Luke’s sake. That much felt so certain, no matter what.

“Discomfort, Your Majesty?” Yeah, playing it off seemed like his best bet. What else was he supposed to do? Just admit to the fact that he felt uncomfortable around her? No, that was a weakness he wasn’t about to show off just yet.

It seemed, though, he couldn’t fool her. The Empress wore an expression that seemed far too similar to a predator capturing its prey, though it did not contain the same level of cruelty as one who was about to devour. No, she seemed ready to play with her food before deciding if it should be consumed immediately, or if it was worthy of keeping around for a bit longer.

“You have not shown any signs of comfort since arriving at the Palace, Captain.” Her smile grew, but as it spread, it only became more inscrutable. Han really had no idea whether it carried more welcome or intimidation with it, but he could certainly tell that it carried more. “It is my sincerest hope that you may find some level of ease within our walls. I do not wish you to be on edge for the entire duration of your stay. After all, what kind of hosts would we be if you could find no trust in us whatsoever?”

Han quirked a brow. “I really gotta say, Majesty, it ain’t nothin’ personal. Promise. Your family’s done nothing wrong to me. Got no reason to stand against ya. Plus with Luke around, I’m really not about to do anything stupid like that. But you can’t blame me for being a bit nervous. I ain’t used to dealing with big shots like your family. And I’ve got no interest in kriffin’ things up. Especially not for Luke. Kid’s been through enough. He don’t need me comin’ in to make things even worse. It was his choice to have me here, and if I didn’t think he actually wanted me anywhere near the rest of your family, you better believe I wouldn’t have agreed. Sorry to say it, but my interest in politics is almost negative, so it would take either a huge stack of credits or the word of someone I trust to get me at the Palace at all.”

Did he actually just say all that? In his head it hadn’t sounded that bad. It just sounded like his usual ramblings. But actually saying it out loud…

The Empress clutched a delicate goblet in her gloved hand. It was filled with wine, and she took a long drink out of it before setting it down and smiling at Han. “You know, Captain Solo,” she said as the glass delicately took its place atop a coaster on the end table. Han tried not to stare at the motion, or at her, or anywhere. Things were always awkward around her. "I had my doubts, but I am beginning to see what Luke sees in you. I am glad he has you." Han breathed a sigh of relief. Then the Empress had to add, "Of course, my husband does not share this response."

“Well, Majesty, can’t say I expected him to.” Han hadn’t noticed, but a droid had placed a full tumbler of Correllian Whisky next to him, and he was quick to take a swig of it before he continued. “Can’t say I expected any of you to like me at all, to be honest. Still not sure if that daughter of yours is all that sold on me, either.”

Bright peals of laughter echoed through the chamber. There was genuine joy and amusement in the Empress’ expression, and it was enough to make her seem purely human. It was likely a side of her that only the closest and most intimate of associates would see from someone so regal. He’d seen the holos. The whole galaxy had. She was gentle yet stoic, kind yet solemn, genuine yet guarded… She was what you would expect a beloved Empress to be. But this – this seemed to be who she really was, and an unexpected warmth bloomed in Han’s chest at experiencing it. Maybe… maybe he wasn’t so doomed here, after all, if he’d won over the most powerful woman in the galaxy.

Maybe he’d have a chance at winning over the old man…

“My dear captain, you do understand my children well, I must say.” The light remained in her eyes, and Han could practically feel the tension in his shoulders unwind – though, that could very well be the whisky’s work. “Winning over Leia is no easy feat, but I think you have a better chance than most. She worries for her brother. And I assure you, it isn’t personal.” Clever woman, using his own defense against him. “You took her brother’s attention and caused him to be away from her. She was worried sick and missed her twin. It is not your fault – my son has always been reckless and acts of his own accord – but she resented you before she even knew who you were. Please be patient. Luke adores you. She will come to accept you no matter what. Even if she does not choose to show it.”

Han finished the last of his whisky, grimacing a bit at the thought of the princess. She resembled her mother a fair bit and had been seen in public with the Empress more often than Luke ever had been. The twins didn’t look all that much alike, really, especially when seen separately. While together, though, the similarities shone through. Similar mannerisms, expressions, body language… and they definitely interacted like siblings. Seeing them in this capacity left no doubt in his mind that the twins were, well, twins. But the princess always seemed far more like The Princess than Luke ever did The Prince.

The Empress took another sip from her goblet and her eyes settled on the dark liquid within. “My son has always been more trusting than his sister. He has a gentle heart. I know the dangers he faces because of it. That gentle heart is far too fragile for his own good, and while I know that Luke is strong… well. We all know that Luke is strong. He is not some delicate, withering flower that will crumble to pieces with a strong gust of wind. He is trusting, though, and will offer up that most vulnerable and breakable part of himself far more readily than any of us would prefer.” She paused, emptying the contents of her glass before setting it down and meeting Han’s eyes with a piercing, imperious gaze.

“The unease my family feels around you isn’t personal, Captain Solo. Neither we nor you have any reason for it to be, correct? But our concern stems largely from Luke himself. We know his nature, and when he left Coruscant for such a prolonged period of time, we all worked ourselves into a frenzy of worry about just what harm he might bring upon himself. Physical danger concerns us, of course, our family has guards for a reason, even given our own martial prowess. But Luke’s emotional state, especially when he’d fled searching for freedom… you understand why we would be concerned, yes?”

Han just nodded, wishing he had another glass of whisky.

“My husband may not be swayed just yet. Your status as a smuggler certainly does not help, either.” She really knew how to reassure him when it came to tall, dark and terrifying… “The best way to win him over, however, is to continue as you are. Make Luke happy. That is all we desire for him, first and foremost, and the finer points of status can be discussed at a later date.”

Han met her gaze with gritted determination and nodded sharply. “I will, Your Majesty. Swear on the Falcon. I will not let the kid down.”

“Good,” she replied, humour in her voice while intensity remained in her gaze. “See that you don’t. Farewell, Captain Solo. Until next time.”

#han solo #chewbacca #padme naberrie #Padmé Naberrie #padme admidala #skysolo #han and chewie #imperial royal skywalker family au #c3po #wow it sure has been a while #since I've posted anything #I've had this sitting for a while #it needed heavy editing #and I'm still not sure I'm happy with it #but hey! #han and padme

[sugasimply]

𝙱𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝙴𝚙.𝟸 | 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚝

✦ Mafia!AU

✦ OT8 x Reader

✦ 21+ Series

✦ Warnings: Smut, cursing, creampie, wax play, very slight mention of drugs(pharmaceutical)

✦ Word Count: 4.1k

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Your night with Hongjoong passed without a hitch. And when you woke up next, checking his side of the bed, he was gone.

You assumed a mission or meeting had come to pull him away while you were deep asleep. Seeing as a shipment of guns were stolen, you guessed he wouldn’t be back until tomorrow.

Tossing the blankets that covered your body, you groggily get up and do your usual morning stretches. The nights’ previous positions left your body aching for relief, especially, your poor neck.

Moving your neck caused quite a bit of uncomfortable pain, so deciding to get dressed and grab some good old painkillers was your best option. Today was a free day after all.

If Hongjoong was gone, the other boys were gone as well. That’s how it works with them usually, meaning you were completely alone to do anything you pleased.

Well...semi alone.

Although all the boys were gone, the guards stationed outside, and inside the house were not. This is still a mafias mansion after all. They’d be fools not to have or leave an extensive amount of security.

The only privacy you held was found in the bedrooms and bathrooms. At first, it was quite bothersome and prison-like to have people watch over your every move, but over time, you’ve gotten so used to it that you sometimes forget they’re there.

They are there to protect you and your lovers after all, so you can’t really complain.

Descending the staircase, you greet the guards stationed at the bottom with a small smile and hello. Today, they oddly did not greet you back like usual, only a curt nod and blushed cheeks were returned.

weird, you thought to yourself, making a beeline towards the kitchen- it was probably nothing, right?

Your mood drastically picked up at the thought of a nice quiet day alone to yourself. The boys weren’t always gone, and it’s not that you wanted them gone, but silence was a luxury in this house.

Swinging the kitchen door open, you start to hum a joyous tune, thinking of the relaxing day ahead and basking in the enjoyment of a boy fre-

…….

“Hey, Y/n,” Seonghwa greets casually from where he was seated by the kitchen counter before taking another bite of his cereal like he didn’t just shatter your whole entire day.

Dumbfounded, you stand at the entrance of the kitchen contemplating your plan to get away with murder. You could quietly strangle seonghwa or lure him to the woods and-

“Y/n?”

Snapping out of your premeditated murderous thoughts, you awkwardly walk over to the other side of the kitchen counter and look at Seonghwa confusingly.

“Umm Hwa, don’t get me wrong I like that you’re here, but why are you here?” you inquire, trying not to sound rude.

Seonghwa looks up at you with a confused expression as well, but he quickly realizes why you were asking that “Ah my services weren’t needed, so I decided to stay home all day with you,” he shrugs 

You stare at him enthralled, “maybe the woods wouldn’t be the worst option.”

“Huh, what about the woods?”

“Nothing!” you dismiss, going back to the original task you set before Seonghwa shattered all your hopes, dreams, and aspirations. Your boy free day would sadly have to wait till another time.

Living in a mafias house meant a shortage of painkillers was impossible. The boys were always bound to come back home with some sort of injury or bruise. The medicine cabinet was basically stocked with more medication and drugs than an actual drug pharmacy.

Pouring yourself a glass of water from the pitcher placed conveniently on the counter below the medicine cabinet, you grab the strongest painkillers from the cabinet and shake out the recommended dosage.

“What happened to your neck?” Seonghwa’s voice questioned behind you as you swallow down the painkillers.

“Your leader has a vampire kink,” you answer blatantly, turning to face Seonghwa with a straight face.

Seonghwa challenges you with the same straight face till he couldn’t take it anymore and cracks into a fit of laughter that fills the kitchen entirely.

“So he was that mad over what they said?” he ponders, wiping the tears of laughter from the corners of his eyes that had formed.

“Of course he was mad! His men were- wait you knew he was mad?”

Seonghwa nodded nonchalantly at your question.

“And you did nothing to calm him down?” you marveled

“We didn’t necessarily do nothing; we sent him to you!” Seonghwa admits with a proud smile.

……

“Would you like to take a walk in the woods hwa?” you suggested in a low voice, your right eye twitching ever so slightly.

“Huh?”Seonghwa blurted out, seemingly thinking about something else so deeply he didn’t hear you.

Signing heavily, you decide to let go of all murderous thoughts(for now). “Nothing just glad Joong didn’t tear down the whole house...again”

Dropping the conversation, you both went back to the normal routine. The painkillers would take some time to fully kick in, so you figured a breakfast smoothie was the least exhausting thing to make and it didn’t require chewing.

Seonghwa had long finished his cereal by the time various fruits scattered the chopping board, half already chopped by you, and the rest awaiting your fatal knife. Instead of leaving the kitchen, he opted to stay and watch you.

Intently watch you at that. Gazing up at him while cutting the strawberries, you could tell from his contorting facial expressions, he had something on his mind. “What’s on your mind hwa?” you question, getting down to the last few strawberries you had to chop.

He peered up to your calm gaze. He contemplated whether he should answer you, but ultimately he voiced his thoughts, “why aren't you mad at hongjoong? I mean he quite literally bit into you,” he remarked

Ah, another million-dollar question. See although the question was certainly unexpected- especially from Seonghwa who never asks about your sex life with the others- you knew exactly what your answer was, “I trust him.” The answer was simple, yet held a heavy meaning.

“I trust Hongjoong too, but I wouldn’t just let him bite me, let alone forgive him so quickly,” Seonghwa acclaimed, bewildered by your answer. He knew how Hongjoong can be rough with you, but a full skin-piercing bite? Even for Seonghwa, it seemed unsettling.

A small chuckle mustered out of you, “I mean a different type of trust dummy. Yes, I trust him the same way you trust him, but I also trust him sexually.”

“I’m not fully following,” he replied, scratching his head confusingly.

Exhaling loudly, you wipe the chopped strawberries off the knife and set it down on the chopping board to join Seonghwa in the chair right next to him. This is going to be a lot to explain, you say to yourself.

Your relationship with the boys was complex. explaining your sexual relationships with one another was practically like explaining directions to a maze with no exit, especially when trying to explain the kinks that others had.

Partially Seonghwa was the worst one to try and explain things too. Though it’s been a year since you’ve come into the family, he stayed cautious with you in bed. The boys all had their kinks and surely had no trouble showing them to you, Seonghwa...seonghwa was the opposite.

You weren’t even sure he had any kinks.

“What I’m trying to say is, when it comes to activities in the bedroom, I trust him with my body fully. I’m not mad at the bite because I knew he wasn’t biting out of anger against me. And even in his full rage mode, I know he’d never hurt me intentionally. That’s the trust we share with each other.”

“We explore each other. Set the bounds, set the rules, and we compromise on everything. He owns my body, and I own his. That’s how our relationship and trust in each other works,” you explain carefully.

“So, do you share that same trust with all of us?” Seonghwa ponders, tone slightly hushed. Inwardly you were slightly perplexed. You never really voiced out your trust with each member, well excluding Joong. You felt they could all silently feel it- hmm maybe that’s why.

“I would’ve been on the next plane to a deserted island if I didn’t trust you all like that, specially with Mingi’s kinky ass,” you snicker, about to get up to return to your previous tasks, but Seonghwa’s hand stops you.

“Hwa?” you question.

“The boys won’t be back till tomorrow, so will you trust me tonight?” he smiles softly.

Heat rises up to your cheeks in embarrassment; it was such a formal and endearing way to ask for that. “Y-yeah…” you stutter out, almost choking from how dry your mouth had suddenly become.

Seonghwa beams up from his seat with excitement, “I won’t let you down!” he exclaims, kissing your hand affectionately before skipping out the kitchen with giddy.

Weird, you thought to yourself, finally getting back to your poor unfinished smoothie.

….

“Did he just skip out of the kitchen like an anime school girl?!”

-

The day went by in a flash. The last time you had checked the clock it was 9 am, rechecking it, it was now 11 pm. You spent the day cleaning the mess Hongjoong had made of the bedroom and online shopping for new bedroom furniture.

Though the house had no shortage of  maids that could’ve easily cleaned up the disaster Hongjoong had caused, no one but you and him were allowed in his room.“I merely feel like my space should be private to us alone,” was Hongjoongs explanation. You understood what he was saying, but cleaning that room was an absolute pain in the ass.

Currently, you were lounging around on the living room couch as a random movie played in the background. It was getting closer and closer to 12, and yet, there was no sign of Seonghwa.

After the breakfast fiasco, he disappeared. You didn’t see him at all around the house, not even a glimpse. You figured he ran off somewhere, but when you asked the guards if he left or where he went, they stifled from answering.

Bzz! Financially at 12 on the dot, your phone vibrates next to you. Turning it over, it was lit up with a message from seonghwa, come to my bedroom.

“Odd,” you voiced out to no one in particular. Nonetheless, you got up from the couch and headed to Seonghwas room.

“Veryyy odd,” you mutter when you see the normally empty hallway lined with candles along the walls. A lighted trail clearly mapped out to the door of Seonghwas bedroom.

The candles in the hallway didn’t have a particular scent to them, but as you approach closer to the bedroom, a scent all too familiar invades your senses. “Vanilla amber,” you whisper in amazement when you reach Seonghwa’s door and push it open.

The room was lined with candles everywhere; the floor, the nightstands, the dresser- everywhere. And right spanking in the middle of the room was the ghost of the day, Seonghwa. He stood there, hair parted and styled to perfection, a pair of plaid pajama pants his only clothing choice of the night.

The sight of him immediately sent fire to your cheeks. You’ve obviously seen Seonghwa’s body before, yet something about the light produced from the candles gleaming on his toned chest sent a wave of desire coursing throughout your body.

It appears you liked the sight a little too much as per the fact that Seonghwa had to fake a cough to get your attention away from his exposed stomach. “Oh umm...h-how did you get all these candles?” you ask awkwardly, trying to keep your gaze at bay.

“Cute,” Seonghwa muses. “I had to go to a couple of different candle stores, though I see you’re more focused on something else,” he smirks, stepping closer to you slowly.

“I-I…”

“May I?” Seonghwa questions, eyes gesturing down to the clothing you were wearing.

You answer him in a curt nod, unable to find your voice due to the intense atmosphere. He starts with your top first, undoing the buttons at an antagonizing slow pace. “You prepared,” Seonghwa uttered in amusement, eyes basking in your bare chest.

You had taken off any undergarments beforehand knowing full well what was going to go down tonight. The silk pajama shirt discarded to the ground with a small plop. Seonghwa’s warm hands came to your stomach, his thumbs pressing down lightly as they map out every curve to your body. His fingers then come to the waistband of your pajama shorts, successfully pulling them off just as teasingly as your shirt.

You stood there naked looking down at the ground not daring to look at Seonghwa as he observed your body, trying to engrain the picture in his brain.

He raises your chin so your eyes could meet and gives you a pleasing smile, “you’re perfect.” you couldn’t help the tiny flush of embarrassment that went through you at his gentle words, “I’m no-”

“You are,” Seonghwa affirms lowly, then, his soft lips are pressed on yours. No roughness or rushing, it was gently sensual, and you respond just the same. The kissing got deeper and deeper; Seonghwa’s tongue pushing past your teeth and meeting your tongue with ease as you gave no resistance to it.

Seonghwa pulls you closer, his hands resting on your hips while his tongue continues to explore every inch of your mouth- occasionally sucking on your tongue. He was doing most of the work and wanting to satisfy him as well was becoming a heavy need for you.

So, deciding to bold, your hand goes to the tent forming in his pajama pants; you touch feather-like as you start to palm him. Seonghwa groans at the surprise, his lips tilting away from you to let out small puffs of air.

His head drops down to your shoulder as you continue to palm him; your hand adding pressure to his shaft little by little. Seonghwa is withering in your touch, his little puffs of air turning into shallow moans. God were his moans orgasm worthy.

Lifting his head up, Seonghwa’s rough voice invades your ears, “that’s enough foreplay.” he pulls your hand away from his intensely prominent erection and trunks you to push you on the bed- his pants quickly discarded in a flash.

You don’t even get the chance to revel in Seonghwa’s fully bare body before he’s on top of you; his cock resting heavily against your belly, the head of it red with need and leaking drops of precum.

Seonghwa’s lips and hands find purchase on your breast, squeezing and gently sucking them. Teasing one nipple with his fingers and the other left to be tormented by his tongue. His ministrations driving you to whine and squeal as pleasure soars through you.

His torture on your sensitive nipples continues for a few minutes, his hands and mouth alternating between each nipple, your body thrashing, and twisting. Mouth wide open and letting out soft moans.

Once Seonghwa’s hunger for your breast is sated, he pulls away, saliva dripping down his mouth like a rabid animal. However, his fingers continue to work your nipples- twisting them playfully, his grip sometimes tightening causing you to groan and arch your back.

“What happened to no foreplay,” you pant out with a little difficulty due to Seonghwa’s intoxicative touch.

Seonghwa retorts your comment with one last tight squeeze to your nipples and an amused chuckle that dies down as quickly as it came out. His face turns serious, deadly serious. His eyes glance up to yours, no joking expression to be found on his face, “do you trust me?”

The question perplexed you, “of course I do hwa,” you answer quickly without any hesitation.

“No, do you trust me?” he asks again, his voice emphasizing the word trust.

“Yes,” you answer again with no hesitation. You knew what he was really asking and it was the full truth, you do trust him both ways. Still, Seonghwa searches your eyes for any doubt, when he finds none at all, his expression relaxes, and his lustful gaze returns.

“Thank you,” Seonghwa replies genuinely before getting off the bed to position himself between your legs. You catch a spark of thrill course through Seonghwa as he stares down your body in admiration. “Ready?” he questions, lining himself up with your entrance.

You don’t have to even contemplate your answer and give him a firm nod, which he returns. You hold in your breath as seonghwa starts to push inside you. He sank in slowly to let you adjust and for the benefit of feeling every inch of him.

Though there was no resistance, you couldn’t resist letting out a gruntled moan. Seonghwa wasn’t as long as hongjoong, but he sure as hell was girthier making the stretch painfully delicious.

Once Seonghwa’s cock was fully settled in you, he reared his hips back and slowly thrusts back in. He continues with these slow and gentle thrusts, gradually working you open till you’re accepting all of him with ease and small moans.

“Fuck Y/n,” Seonghwa groans at you, “you feel so fucking good around me,” his sultry voice fanning your ear when he delivers a particularly hard thrust causing a loud moan to tear from your throat.“That’s it, baby, take it all,” he praises you, the pace of thrusts instantly picking up from thereon.

Seonghwa moves harder and faster, his skin slapping yours vigorously, and you’re relishing in the bliss. Seonghwa is pressing into you so deeply and dragging along your sensitive insides. 

You close your eyes wanting to only concentrate on the pleasure you're receiving and the build-up of an orgasm forming in you- a plethora of loud moans unawarely flooding out your mouth. Seonghwas thrusts slow and falters for a second and he shirts himself a little, but returns to the same pace in a matter of seconds, so you thought nothing of it.

“You’re doing so well baby, but I’m going to need you to breathe and relax yourself for what’s going to happen next,” he asks of you lowly in your ear, one of his hands sliding up and down your thigh to calm down your now very alert mind.

“What’s going to happen hwa?” you ask through rocky moans, tempting to open your eyes, but Seonghwa covers them quickly before you could catch a glimpse of anything.

“Ah ah keep your eyes closed, and I want to try something with you, but you need to trust me and relax, Seonghwa halts his thrusts completely, “nothing harmful will happen to you. Everything is up to you. I won’t do anything you don’t want or don’t ask for; so, do you want to do this?”

You feel a bit apprehensive at whatever seonghwa is planning to do. The fear of the unknown will always be very much present within you, but you felt safe in Seonghwa’s hands, and that’s all that was needed to clear your mind of any hesitation or doubt.

“I want to do it,” you agree firmly.

“What’s the safe word?”

“Purple.”

“Good girl, now breathe and relax for me.” Seonghwa resumes his thrusts, pulling his hips back gently and pushing in every inch of his cock all the way. You breathe in deeply through your nose and exhale steadily through your mouth, letting your body go lax and bringing that built up pleasure back.

“That’s it, that’s my girl,” Seonghwa praises, a fast pace of thrusts hitting inside you suddenly. You try to keep up a steady breathing pattern, but it’s near to impossible with Seonghwa’s cock rubbing along your walls, hitting that special spot so fucking good.

with your eyes closed, every sensation becomes more present and powerful. Seonghwa only pushes impossibly further, provoking more moans to pour out of you. All your senses have been drowned so much by Seonghwa’s cock that you fail to smell the pungent odor of smoke.

More so, you fail to question what is it Seonghwa was going to do when you let out what would be classified as a hiss mixed with a strangled moan, “ah fuck!” a hot heat had hit your stomach unexpectedly causing the mixed sound to erupt from your throat and your body to twit oddly.

Your eyes fly open to investigate what the hell just splattered on you and- fuck.

It took your eyes a second to adjust, but there everything was clear as day. Seonghwas body glistened with sweat, his muscles flexing rigidly as he continues to thrust into you hard, his eyes dazed out with lust, and his hand holding a burnt-out candle a foot above your stomach.

“I knew you where a kinky fuck,” you groan out as seonghwa moves to drip the hot wax on your left thigh.  

“I could say the same about you. You’re clenching down on me so tightly; you like it baby?” seonghwa chuckles breathlessly, moving the candle above your breasts and letting a stream of hot wax drip. You clamp down hard on his cock, the heat of the wax creating an unusual pleasurable pain that could only be described as intense. So intense it has you gasping and squirming uncontrollably.

Seonghwa gave one last dribble of wax on your right thigh; he knew you both wouldn’t last much longer and he didn’t want to push you farther on your first time with something new. Setting the burnt-out candle aside, Seonghwa curls his hands under your knees and guides your legs over his shoulders.

“You’re doing so good baby,” Seonghwa gushes and gives a gentle kiss to your knee. That sweet moment didn’t last even a second; Seonghwa’s grip on you tightens and he starts pounding into you at a relentless brutal pace.

The pure force of his cock thrusting into you has you delirious. All you could do was tray and grasp at any air you could. You couldn’t help yourself anymore, inaudible cries of seonghwas' name spill out of you; he was pushing and filling you in all the right ways.

Seonghwa wasn’t doing any better. His thrusts grew erratic and impatient, his breathing becoming labored, and muscles contraction. A sinfully beautiful sight he was to bask in.

You whine out, the rough pushes of his cock that wnt impossibly deeper into you finally pushing you to your orgasm. “Fuck!” you scream, tossing your head back in absolute bliss. Everything felt so light, but heavy at the same time.

The build-up, your fucked out face, and the wax that glistened so brightly with the help of the candle flames is all it took for Seonghwa to spill into you. His body convulsing with relief as he fills you up with every drop of his cum- the amount so big that some even spills out of you before he pulls out.

Seonghwa flops down next to you, completely burnt out and exhausted; the same exact feeling hitting you as you come down from euphoric bliss. “Are you okay baby?” Seonghwa asks you softly, sluggishly getting up to grab a few wet rags and oil to get the hardened wax off your skin.

Seonghwa first took one of the wet rags and wiped up all the excess cum that had gushed out of you. He then took another rag and smothered oil on it, and began dotting oil all over the wax, effectively soaking it and peeling it off your body.

He gave your body one last wipe down before throwing away the dirtied rags and wax in the trash, and flopping down next to you again- His arms immediately coming around you and pulling you flush against his chest.

“Thank you for this. For trusting me,” Seonghwa whispered, his tired eyes staring into yours with genuine love and happiness. Your heart swelled full with the same love. No words could ever express just how much you love and trust these boys, and no words could ever express how much it means to you to be trusted by them.

Trust isn’t simple in their world, trust is life or death. It’s a bond that if broken or severed could only leave with a bullet to the heart- figuratively and literally.

“I love you,” you whisper softly, snuggling into him and giving a small kiss to his chest.

“I love you to baby,” Seonghwa whispers back, tightening his arms around you in a protective hold.

With that, you drift to sleep peacefully. The last things you hear being Seonghwa’s calm breathing and the distant quiet sound of a phone going off.

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[imagine-loki]

Pride and Prejudice

TITLE: Pride and Prejudice CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 63 AUTHOR: wolfpawn

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki was raised on Jotunheim as Laufey’s son after the war, but an agreement was then made that he would wed Odin’s daughter so Odin could secure the alliance of Jotunheim through the marriage. Loki, in turn, was raised to be king of Jotunheim, but how he views Asgard is far different from how Odin’s daughter is raised leading to a clash of cultures as well as uncertainty between the pair of betrothed youths.     RATING: Mature   NOTES/WARNINGS: Forced Marriage, not all fun and games. My first real step back into the Loki scene in over a year.

Tags - @skulliebythesea @asimovethroughthisworld @blackcherry26-blog @we-shadowhunter2901

Like before, Ella stood by Loki’s side, telling him names, positions and other facts he needed to know about the multitude of beings that they met. Many of them, Loki recognised from the battle that had taken place but many more he did not know anything of. They came from all realms to celebrate the victory they had together. Alfheim, though ravaged by the war, had been repaired, especially with the assistance of Gungnir before it had come into Ella’s possession. With her seidr, she assisted Helbindi also. Býleistr merely stood back having made mention he did not like the idea of her speaking into his head. She respected that but that led to him having to wait for one of his brothers to speak names before he could join in conversations. Were it not for the severity of the issue and the insult it could cause, more than once, Helbindi was tempted to give him the wrong information to make him seem like an idiot but he knew better than to embarrass their family in such a manner. 

For her part, Ella acted as she always did at events. Socialised as required, assisted her party with details and other such things. The main speaking point for so many was her being in possession of Gungnir, as all had heard such but could not believe what they were hearing so came to see with their eyes. She smiled politely and discussed different matters with every sort of being. 

“How does she know everything?” Loki looked to the side to see Býleistr staring over at Ella. “What does she do to…”

“She listens. It’s not a difficult trait to master so long as you learn the preceding step of learning to shut your mouth for longer than fifteen seconds so that others may speak. She hears what they say and listens.” Loki explained, long used to Ella’s manner of doing things and having learnt a little something from her by doing it himself.

“Listening and hearing are the same thing, Brother,” Býleistr scoffed. 

“Do you really think so?” That caused Býleistr to look curiously at his brother. “We hear noises all the time. Birds, workers, all sorts of noises but can you tell what song they sang on recollection later that day? No, you don’t. When you listen, you take in the words or the song, therein lies the difference.” Býleistr opened his mouth to respond. “And those who merely wait for someone else to cease speaking simply so they can begin cannot ever be truly listening either. That shows all you care about is getting to say what you want to say.” 

Býleistr stood silent for a few moments. “I am older than you.” 

The manner in which he spoke told Loki it was not a petulant retort but a stunned one. “You are older than both of us and we are both smarter than you, age is nothing to intelligence,” Loki smirked before walking off. 

* “You may not look entirely like either of your parents as your brother does, but I have to say, Your Highness, you have your their airs.” A Ljosolfar dignitary commented to Ella. 

“Thank you for your lovely words.” Ella bowed slightly as she spoke. “And for assisting with hosting this lovely event. I heard it was you that not only provided the wide array of food before us from this realm but procured food from other realms to suit the inter-realm guests. Your consideration is noted amongst those of Jotunheim.”

The Light Elf’s chest puffed out proudly. “Why thank you, My Dear, I do what I can to consider the requirements of others.” 

Ella gave a slight nod and a knowing smile. She had learned years before how to stroke the ego of those who sought such to assist in manners. There was a key to such, she learnt. Not too much, as that caused egos to go unchecked, but not too little, which could thwart a good situation. She noted Loki and indeed his brothers and their mates were watching her with intrigue but acted in no way different as she made her way through those she needed to be seen to speak to. Finally, she came to a being she could not ignore any longer. “Not drinking tonight? Are you sober in solidarity with me?” “Shut up.” Thor looked down at the shorter figure of his younger sibling. “Should you even be travelling, considering?” “I don’t see any reason not to. I am not on bedrest, thankfully and I have time to go yet.” “That and you can’t help but want to be at these things. How do you not find them boring?” 

Ella rolled her eyes. “Because this is what you and I were raised to do, remember?”

“I really wish you were male sometimes.” Ella frowned at her brother’s statement. “You were made for this. I never was. I am made to go into the forests and go hunting. Go to taverns and speak about sport and other such matters. I am not made for stuffy rooms of people who dislike you or want something from you, or often both. I...It exhausts me.” “That side of things would exhaust anyone. I often think those who want the duty of leader are not always the best suited to the position. They want it for their ego.” “Your husband wanted to be king.” “No, he did not want to be king, he knows he is best suited to it and therein lies the difference. He is not in the position he is in for personal gain. He took a mate from an entirely different realm, he lost the one he loved for me so that he would do what was right for Jotunheim.” Ella informed him. 

“So that was the reluctance, another?” Ella said nothing, having long forgotten that Thor did not know that. “How do you live with that? How are you alright with knowing he did not want you because he had another?” “I had no choice and neither did he. It is what it is.” “That is why I don’t have anyone, getting attached is never recommended in our position.” 

Ella cocked her head slightly. “I thought you could not…” “Find someone to endure me?” Thor finished for her before chuckling. “I can and do but all I ever think about is you.” Her face contorted slightly in confusion. “Dragged there because of an agreement made before you were born. That is what gets me every time I think about it, Ella. You weren’t even born and your life was mapped out for you. I...I don’t want that.” 

Ella looked around to ensure none were too close to hear her brother’s words. She knew he had a few sexual conquests over the years. One part she disliked about her ability to go between crowds and listen was that she often heard things she felt too private for the busy bustling courtrooms, one such topic being her brother’s sexual partners and their comments on him. She had never considered that he would willingly make such a choice to avoid relationships. “So what is the plan, to die childless? I doubt the people of Asgard would approve of that.” “No, I will wed as I am required to do and I will father children, as per my duty also, if I am fortunate but I will not partake in relationships that cannot lead to such. I am too scared of loving another only for it to come to an end for my duty.” He gave her a playful smile after that. “You are not being forced to have more children to fill our throne too.” “Your throne. The throne of Jotunheim is the throne my allegiance is to now.” Ella reminded him. 

“Is that weird for you?” Thor asked. “If tomorrow, Jotunheim and Asgard were enemies once more, what would be your position?”

“I honestly cannot tell.” Ella looked at her stomach. “My son is to be king of Jotunheim someday. My mate is king, so by right, I stand with them but do I ignore my brother, my father?” She shrugged slightly. “What of you? Could you wield Mjolnir against me? Could you call forth lighting and point it at me with intent to kill?” 

Thor physically baulked at the idea. Ella smiled knowingly. “Why are we talking more now than we ever did when you were in Asgard?” Thor half demanded. 

“We spoke on occasion there too,” Ella smiled. 

“No, we merely made small talk. This is far more deep and substantial,” Thor pointed out. 

“Being honest, I did not think you wanted to speak with me on such matters. You seemed far more interested in going hunting and drinking. I prefer these sorts of pursuits, talking with others, seidr, potions, the usual really. What was it you called me through the years, a witch?” “Well, those are witching pursuits. You never dressed like one though.” 

“Hats are not really my thing.” Ella jested, causing Thor to laugh. “I think we are too different to be close. Or perhaps it was just that we used to be too young to look past them and now we are too distant to work on it.”

 “Perhaps. I guess only the Norns can tell now,” Thor sighed before leaning back against a nearby column. 

*

“What do you think they are discussing?” Býleistr looked over at Ella and Thor as they spoke. 

Helbindi, Greta and Angrboða all turned to see who he was referencing. 

“Probably about their parents,” Greta commented. “They are getting old, after all and Ella always states she is not overly close to Prince Thor.” 

“Most likely,” Helbindi agreed. 

Angrboða merely nodded, thinking the same but entirely unbothered to even think about it. 

Býleistr eyed them carefully for another moment.

“You’re already getting into Loki’s bad books about this trip.” Helbindi warned. “Suggesting his mate is conspiring when all those in possession of sight and even those without can see that she is relaxed and not looking around suspiciously, nor is he, suggesting there is nothing being discussed that would warrant such behaviour.” 

Býleistr could not argue the validity of the statement. Both siblings seemed to be comfortable as they spoke, if anything, they looked overly informal in their mannerisms. “I will not apologise for wanting to keep us safe.” “Firstly, no one asked for an apology. Secondly, good that you want to protect our family but might I remind you, Ella is part of this family too.” Helbindi pointed out. “That is your nephew she carries, not to mention our future king.” He turned to Angrboða. “I know you are not overly fond of Ella but get him to see sense.” “Alma and I tell him all the time but he continues to be suspicious.” Angrboða shrugged. “It’s getting better. Now it is merely suspicion, before it was far worse.” Angrboða still was not friendly with Ella. They shared too few interests to allow for a meeting of minds but because of all the duties both had to deal with together and with Ella staying true to her statement that she would defend Angrboða should she require so by virtue of them being the one house, there was an understanding between the pair. With Alma, Greta and Ella all carrying, none of them wanted there to be any animosity between them and Angrboða most certainly did not want to be blamed if any of the mates, especially Alma suffered stress due to the situation and it affected the babies.

“Honestly, ‘Leist, stop worrying. If you’re busy thinking someone within our home, your brother’s mate, is our enemy, then you are going to be blind to our actual enemies until they are close enough to stab you through the back.” Helbindi warned. “Greta, ‘Boða, come on.” He urged both mates away to let Býleistr think about what he had said. 

#Loki #others #submission #submitted fic #chapter 63 #Pride and Prejudice #Wolfpawn

[hopelikethemoon]

New Adventure (Javier x Reader) {MTMF} [smut]

Title: New Adventure  Rating: Explicit Length: 3400 Warnings: Smut (female receiving oral, male receiving oral, pegging, and some I guess what’s called come eating(?)) also Family Fluff! Notes: You can find the Maybe Today, Maybe Forever Timeline here. Set October 1997.  Summary: Reader and Javier try something new. AKA Javi takes the strap. 

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“You sure you’re ready to try this tonight?” You questioned, combing your fingers through Javier’s hair as you straddled his lap. 

He arched a brow upwards, lips drawn into a thin line as he shrugged. “Yeah. As ready as I’ll ever be, baby.”

“Javi, if you don’t want to…” The last thing you wanted to do was make him feel like this was something he had to do. You’d both enjoyed using the toy before, but it didn’t have to go any further if he didn’t want it to.

He pinched the bridge of his nose. “I wanna give it a go. Or let you give me a go.” Javier gestured towards the harness that was laying on the foot of the bed, accompanied by the neon blue toy and the bottle of lube. 

You traced your thumb down the length of his nose, biting down on your bottom lip as you met his eyes. “I just want to make sure you’re really into this… since we stopped before.”

He settled his hands at your hips and squeezed. “We stopped before because it was…  a lot.” Javier explained. He pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek, glancing away as he got his thoughts together. “And I wasn’t ready to end it all right then and there.” 

You smiled adoringly at him, “Well don’t hold back this time. I want you to come for me, Javi.” You traced your fingertips over his forehead, before you cupped his cheek and leaned in to kiss him. “I want you to let go.” You mumbled against his lips. “I’ve heard it’s supposed to be.. really good.”

“If the build-up was any indication.. Yeah.” He widened his eyes dramatically, giving your ass a swat. “But before we get to that… I want to make sure you feel good, baby.”

“Javi, I already told you I don’t mind… Watching you is going to be an award in and of itself.”

He shook his head, “Let me do this, baby.” He brushed a kiss to your chin. “It’ll make me feel better while you’re…” His Adam’s apple bobbed. 

“While I’m what?” You questioned, slowly grinding yourself down against him. “I don’t know if I can do it, if you can’t say it.”

He huffed, rolling his eyes as he ran his hands up your sides. “Fine.”

You leaned in and kissed him, nipping at his bottom lip. “Come on, Javi.”

“While you’re fucking me.” He said lowly, his breath hot as it danced against your lips. 

“Damn straight.” You grinned down at him proudly. “I can’t wait.”

Javier clicked his tongue against his teeth, “Yeah, me too.” He admitted, before he leaned forward and brushed a line of kiss along your collarbone. He reached behind you to unclasp your bra, but you caught his arm. “What?”

“Sexy lingerie stays on.” You told him teasingly. 

“Baby, I can’t do what I want with these on.” He drawled out as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your underwear. “As good as they look.”

“These can come off.” You wiggled your hips against him, before moving to lay back on the bed. 

Javier groaned, “Goddamn. You’re a vision.” He peeled your underwear off, tossing them aside as you took on the sight of you. “I’m the fucking luckiest man.” 

The way he looked at you still made your heart flip in your chest. You knew exactly the type of women he used to chase after and they weren’t the type of women that looked like they’d had two children. 

Your fingers played through his hair as he kissed a path from your lips down your stomach, right down between your thighs. He pulled your legs over his shoulders, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs.

Javier worked his tongue between your slick folds, paying close attention to your clit. You tugged at his hair, hips arching up off the bed as he worked two fingers into your aching center. It felt like heaven. 

You had honestly expected that you would go straight into the main event. This was the icing on the cake. His scruff dragging against your inner thighs. 

“Javier!” You gasped out as he curled his lips around your clit and sucked at it, just as he crooked his fingers and dragged them over that sweet spot within you. 

That was all it took to send you over the edge. You trembled beneath his ministrations, trying to wiggle out of his grasp. But he didn’t relent, his tongue swirling over that little bundle of nerves until you felt a rush of arousal. “Shit.” You hissed out, melting back against the mattress. 

Javier pulled away with a wicked smirk, glistening with your arousal from his mustache to his chin. “Now you are ready.” He taunted. 

“Fuck off.” You arched your back and maneuvered yourself so you could pull away from him. “I don’t know if my legs are going to work now.”

He clicked his tongue against his teeth, “I bet you’ll be just fine, baby.” Javier wiped his mouth off and sank back onto the bed. “So…”

“Indeed.” You pushed your hair over your shoulders, using the hair tie on your wrist to tie it back. “Same rules as before.” You reminded him as you sat on the side of the bed, pulling the harness up your thighs. 

“I can’t believe you got lingerie to match.” Javier remarked with a chuckle, dragging his fingers through his hair. 

You shrugged. “I thought it was a nice touch.” You grabbed the bottle of lubricant, tossing it onto the bed as you moved back towards the center. “This is so weird.”

Javier stared at the bright neon blue toy that hung from between your thighs. “How does it feel?”

“Powerful?” You ventured as you picked up the bottle of lube and squirted some onto your palm, stroking your hand over the length of the toy. “I mean I can’t feel anything which is kinda weird.”

Javier’s brows furrowed together as he nodded. “Yeah, I can imagine.” He chewed on his bottom. “Can’t believe we’re doing this.”

You nodded your head with a short laugh. “I think after this we’re stuck with each other.”

He let out a huff of laughter, raking his hand over his face. “Yeah.” Javier scraped his teeth over his bottom lip before he sat up. “How do you want me?”

You hummed thoughtfully, “Hands and knees? After all, turnabout’s fair play.”

Javier rolled his eyes, “Like you’re not a fan of that position.”

“One of my favorites.” You winked, rising up on your knees. “You sure you’re ready?”

He sighed heavily, “Yeah.” Javier moved onto his knees, leaning forward onto his hands. 

You swallowed thickly as you took in the sight of him stretched on his hands and knees for you. You grabbed the bottle of lube and squirted some onto your hand, before spreading it onto him gently. 

Javier grunted softly as your finger came in contact with him, his legs tensing up. 

“Hey.” You rubbed your hand over his lower back. “Relax, babe.” You reminded him, curling your finger around the toy, guiding it so it brushed against his entrance. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Javier swallowed thickly, relaxing forward onto his forearms. “Just go slow.” He advised you, fingers tightening their grip on the sheets beneath him. 

You grabbed the bottle of lube again, squirting another dollop of it onto the toy. You used the tip of the dildo to smear the extra over him. 

Finally, you hesitantly pressed forward, letting just the tip slide into him. 

A low groan escaped him, a sound that spiked fire through your veins. “That’s it, Javi. I want to hear you.”

You gripped at his hips tightly as you pressed forward with a little more pressure, more of the toy vanishing into him. Holy shit.

Javier made another sound, one that rumbled from deep in his chest. “Fuck.” He swore, his head dropping forward against his forearm. 

“Good?” You questioned, rubbing your hand over his lower back as you drew back and pressed forward again. It was surreal to watch an extension of yourself working into him.

And really fucking hot. 

“Good.” Javier rasped out. You rocked forward, sinking nearly the full length into him, before his left leg dipped against the mattress as it gave out on him. “I’m good, baby.” He promised you quickly as you started to withdraw from him. 

“You look so good like this.” You told him, giving his hip a swift pat. “But I want you to roll over for me.” 

Javier let out a desperate sound as the toy slid out of him. “It’s just my fucking knee.” He complained as he pushed himself up on his hands and knees, before he moved to lay back on the bed. 

Your eyes were drawn to his cock, resting hard and erect against his lower belly. “Look at you.” You drawled out as you reached out and curled your fingers around his cock. “Do you like getting fucked, Javi?” You questioned, curling your fingers around the toy that hung from between your thighs. 

“This is what you want, isn’t it?” Your tongue darted out over your bottom lip as you pressed the head of the neon blue toy against his puckered hole again, sliding back in with more ease than before. 

The look on his face made your stomach twist. His lips were parted, eyes darkened with lust, and he looked like a man who knew he was about to be fucked. And the way his face contorted with pleasure as you drew back and slid back into him? Pure lust.

You pulled his thighs up over yours, drawing up onto your knees, before you leaned forward. You rested your hands on his chest as you rocked your hips forward. The full length of the toy now pressed into him. Given the face he wore every time you snapped your hips forward — you were hitting that spot. 

But you weren’t ready for it to be over with too soon. You kept your hips still as you sank down and kissed him, your fingers curling around the back of his head as you did. You could feel his cock hard against your stomach, trapped in between you as you rocked forward. 

His jaw dropped as he let out a throaty moan. “Fuck. Fuck.” He grabbed at you, his hand running down your back as you moved above him. 

“You’re so hot like this.” You told him, “Bet you feel good too.” You mused, trying to pull inspiration from some of the things he said to you. “Your face…” You shook your head slowly, just marveling at him as you sat back and started to thrust into him more earnestly then. “Tell me how it feels, Javi. Use your words.”

He slapped his hand against the mattress, hips rocking up off the bed as you must’ve hit that spot again. “Feels… fuck… just like that. Just like that baby.” 

“Do you like this, Javi?” You questioned, slowing your movements, sliding the toy out of him right to the tip before sinking back into him. 

“Yes.” He gritted out through clenched teeth. “Fuck!” Javier reached down and curled his fingers around his cock. 

You wrapped your hand around his, mirroring the pace of his strokes with your thrusts. The angle was just right. Every time you pressed into him you felt the muscles in his thighs tense and you could see his breath catch in his chest. 

It was only a matter of time before Javier writhed beneath you as you sent him careening over the edge. He sounded like a madman muttering your name as he came, his seed spilling out across his belly as he worked his fist over his cock. 

You carefully withdrew from him, fumbling with the clasps at your hips that kept the harness in place. It fell off the side of the bed abandoned as you knelt on the bed between his thighs. 

“Wish I could take a picture of how good you look right now.” You told him as you leaned down and wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, swirling your tongue around the tip of him. 

His fingers tangled in your hair, tugging lightly as you took the full length of him into your mouth, lavishing his cock with attention. 

“Baby.” He groaned, tugging a little harder at your hair to pull you off of his sensitive cock. 

You smirked up at him, “What?” You questioned, planting your hands on the bed at his sides as you leaned down and licked up the mess that had been made on his stomach. 

“Fuck.” He swore, a low groan escaping him. “You’re going to kill me.” 

You made a show of licking your lips as you crawled up his body. “You’re not allowed to die.” You told him firmly. 

Javier curled his fingers around the back of your head, pulling you down so he could kiss you. You moaned against his lips as his tongue dipped out to slide over your own tongue. He kissed you so thoroughly, you could feel a fresh burn of desire racing through your veins. 

You pulled back, breathing raggedly as you looked down at him. “Goddam, Javier.” You breathed out with a short laugh. 

“What?” He questioned with an arched brow. 

You grinned, “That was fun.”

Javier nodded, giving your hip a squeeze. “Yeah. It was.”

You leaned down to kiss him again. “You looked like you enjoyed yourself.”

He ran his tongue over his lips and nodded. “Yeah. It was pretty fucking good.” He drummed his fingers against your skin. “I’m not saying we’re gonna make a habit of it, but…” He raised his brows.

“Whenever you’re ready, babe.” You assured him, cupping his cheek as you leaned down to brush your nose against his. “Say the word and I’ll be ready to fuck you again.”

Javier rolled his eyes, “You like being in control?” He gave both of your ass cheeks as short swat, making you yelp. “You did, didn’t you?”

You shrugged. “I really just enjoyed watching you let go.” You kissed him once more before you moved to get off of him. “As much as I would like to just lay here, we really need to change the sheets before we sleep.”

He groaned as he sat up, grousing about having to get out of bed. “One second you’re let a woman fuck you and the next she’s kicking you out of bed.”

“Oh, fuck off.” You flipped him off as you peeled the covers off the bed. “Did you want to sleep in the middle of this?” 

“Nah.” Javier shook his head, heading into the bathroom to grab fresh sheets out of the closet. “Clean up just fucking kills the mood.”

“I agree.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek as he returned with the sheets. “I’ll clean the toy if you make the bed.”

“Deal.” He gave your ass a playful swat, seeing you off as you headed into the bathroom with the contraption to clean it. 

You glanced at your reflection in the mirror. Yes, you were the woman who just pegged Javier Peña. If only past you could see you now. 

———

 “I’ve been made aware of the fact that the department is hosting a Cops and Goblins event.” You remarked as you sat a mug of black coffee down in front of Javier at the table. “It’s meant for the families with kids.” You slid your hand over his back, leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek. 

Javier rubbed his thumb over the worry line between his brows, before he picked up his mug of coffee. “I’m guessing we’re meant to go?” He questioned as he took a sip. 

“I told them we might swing by after we take the girls trick-or-treating.” You told him, moving around the table to tend to Sofía as she kicked her feet and let out a shrill sound from her highchair. “You’re just going to have to wait, sunshine.” You told her, letting her curl her fingers around your hand and try to get it into her mouth. 

“Is this your way of saying we need to get costumes?” Javier questioned, giving you a look across the table. 

“Yeah.” You smirked, smoothing your fingers over Sofía’s hair, before you headed back to get the Toaster Strudel that had popped out of the toaster. “I haven’t decided what yet, however.” It had to be something you could convince Javier to join in on. And somehow you felt that Josie’s suggestion of ‘Let’s be the dalmatian family!’ would be a swing and a miss with Javi.

“Josie!” Javier called out down the hallway, a split second before a head of dark curls came charging down the hallway with Stevie fast on her heels. 

“Mommy don’t forget the icing!” She reminded you as Javier helped her into her booster seat beside him. 

You grabbed the package out of the hot water, massaging it between your fingers. “I’m not going to forget the icing.” You assured her as you tore off the top of the package and poured it onto her Toaster Strudel in the shape of a heart. 

“I wonder who thought sugar for breakfast was a good idea for children.” Javier mused as he took another sip of coffee. He met your eyes as you licked the icing off your thumb. 

“Someone who didn’t have children.” You laughed, sitting the plate down in front of Josie. “Do you want a Toaster Strudel?” You questioned as you moved around behind him, sliding your arms around his neck and letting your hands splay out against his chest. 

“Mommy, I’m eating!” Josie tsked at you as you pressed a kiss to Javier’s cheek. 

“Did you hear that?” Javier teased, trailing his hands over your arms as he turned his head and caught your lips in a brief kiss. “I’ll just do some toast. Thank you, baby.” 

“I told you.” You chewed on your bottom lip as you brushed your fingers over the hair that fell against his forehead. “Whatever you want today.” 

You didn’t need to dote on him after last night, but you wanted to. Last night had been new and exciting for both of you. If you could’ve had your way, you would’ve spent the entire morning in bed with him. But that wasn’t possible with a rambunctious four-year-old who would’ve saddled the dog and tried to ride around the house on her. 

Javier followed you back to the toaster, his chin resting on your shoulder as he planted his hands on the counter at your sides. “I don’t know how I’m going to get anything done today.” He whispered close to your ear. “I’m going to be thinking about you all day.” 

You leaned back against him as you reached into the bread bag. “I know the feeling.” You turned and pressed a kiss to his cheek, before rubbing the tip of your nose against his skin. “How are you feeling?”

“Good.” He promised you, knocking his head against yours as he reached into the bag of bread and grabbed two pieces. “Really good.” He added, before he headed to retrieve peanut butter and honey from the cabinet. 

“You sure you don’t want any eggs? Or bacon?”

“Baby.” He laughed, shaking his head as he looked at you. “Toast is fine.” Javier huffed quietly as he started working on Josie’s lunch for preschool. 

“We are only going to have Monica for two hours today.” You reminded him as you slotted the bread into the toaster. “She’s got her date with Nadia.” 

“So glad we heckled her at Logan’s.” 

“She owes it all to Josie.” 

“What did I do?” She perked up, looking back at with an inquisitive look. An inquisitive look that was covered in strawberry filling. 

“Did any go in your mouth?” You questioned. 

Josie scrunched up her nose before making an attempt to wipe her tongue over all of the stick spots. “What’d I do, mommy?”

“You helped Miss Monica find a girlfriend.” 

“Oh yeah!” She wiggled in her seat. “She’s happy like you and daddy now.” 

“I don’t know, princesa.” He said as he returned to the table to take a sip of coffee. “Your mommy and I are pretty happy.” 

You grinned to yourself, your back turned towards them. You were happy. There wasn’t even a doubt to that emotion. 

#javier pena #javier pena x reader #pedro pascal x reader

[one-boring-person]

Bit Morbid.

The Lost Boys x reader

Warnings: blood imagery, blood drinking, implied sexual content

Context: idk really, it's just an idea that popped into my head at work today😂😅

Masterlist.

A pleasant burn runs down the length of my throat as I take yet another sip of the strong alcohol in my hand, the sensation having built up over the last couple of hours as I slowly drank more and more, my tolerance naturally quite high. In my head, a small buzz has started, but it's nowhere near enough to satisfy me, my body aching for something more, something better, which comes in the form of Kai, a surfer I picked up on the Boardwalk, the cocky boy having quickly taken me up on my offer of whiskey and beer on the beach. Evidently, he hopes he'll get a good lay out of me.

Across from me, Kai has cracked open yet another beer, raising it in cheers to me briefly, before he takes a long drink from it, the alcohol going straight to his head, inebriating him further, his mannerisms already becoming looser and looser, his inhibitions long lost to the high. It was only around his fourth bottle that he started getting handsy, but it's gotten progressively worse, his left hand nearly always reaching over to caress my hair and neck, his hazy eyes roaming lazily over my body as he slowly shuffles closer, a small, seductive smirk on my lips. I'm leading him on, I know, but it'll be so with it in the end.

"You're really pretty, (Y/n)..." He slurs, mind struggling to catch up with what he intends to say.

"You think so?" I inquire jokingly, leaning forwards slightly, crawling a hand over the sand to his leg.

"Oh yeah, definetly. You're one of the prettiest girls I've ever seen..." He continues, edging closer, eyes fixed on my lips.

"If you really think that, then you'll have to show me how serious you are." I tease him suggestively, biting my lip.

Instantly, his hands are pushing me back into the sand, his lips moving to cover mine, body hovering over mine as soon as it can. I kiss back, pushing my hands into his hair and around the back of his neck, a dull ache starting to form in my gums, lust and hunger growing rapidly in me as he pulls away to kiss down my jaw, leaving his neck exposed to me. Mouthing at the skin, I swiftly find his sweet spot, just above the point where his pulse is most prominent, a moan escaping him as I suck at it, my face starting to contort as I feel my eyes turn, my vision sharpening as it focuses on one thing and one thing only: his beating artery.

Finally, the hunger becomes too much and I sink my fangs into the soft flesh, easily puncturing the blood vessel, my hands tightening in their positions as Kai lets out a surprised yelp, trying to pull away with a protest, only to be pressed tighter against me as his blood pours onto my tongue for the first time. I moan as I get a taste, my nails digging into his skin as I hold him as close as I can, my jaw working at the flesh as much as it can, chewing away at the tendons and muscles there, relishing the euphoria that comes with drinking his blood. Panicked screams of pain ring in my ears as the surfer in my arms continues to fight, though I can feel his life draining away from him with speed, the blood loss making his movements uncoordinated and clumsy, his voice petering out into gargled whimpers, incoherent and irrelevant to me as I pull away from the wound. A sigh of pleasure leaves my gaping mouth, his blood coating my chin and neck as I tilt my head back, a few droplets trailing down my chest and below the neckline of my shirt as I do so, leaving warm lines on my frigid skin. The sickly sweet scent of the scarlet liquid entices my senses once more, my need to feed quickly resurfacing as I move the body's lifeless head to the side, biting into his shoulder to get at a "fresher" vessel of blood.

For a good ten minutes, I remain in my position, drinking Kai's blood until it starts tasting off, at which point I pull away and let the body fall from my grip, shoving it off of me as I lay back, arms spreadeagled by my sides, a satisfied grin on my face as I close my eyes. Gradually, my awareness returns to me, the scents of the surrounding areas becoming noticeable again, the sounds of the Boardwalk a little way away loud and clear in my sensitive ears. With them comes an odd feeling, one I normally only get when in the bustling crowd of the public attraction, where I often have four pairs of curious eyes fixed on me for the majority of the night, the sensation of being watched.

I concentrate on it, focusing on where the feeling is emanating from the most, quickly sourcing it as I catch the sound of a light footstep, followed by the tell tale sounds of shifting sand, coming just left of where I am. Internally, I decide not to react, waiting to see how they'd approach the situation, seeing as I am lying beside a mauled body with its throat practically torn out, all the evidence pointing rightfully at me. Instead, I open my eyes, the grin becoming a smirk as I listen closely to them approach me, not missing the sharp inhale that leaves them when the grisly scene before them comes into view, the bloodied layout clearly not something they were expecting. For a long moment, everything is silent.

"Can I help you, boys?" I call out to them finally, fed up with the awkward quiet that has shrouded us.

"No, don't worry. We were just admiring the view." A smooth voice answers after a minute, the tone sounding genuine.

"Like it, do you? Bit morbid." I respond, licking at my lips a little, grimacing at the now-bad taste it has acquired, having been given the chance to cool down and dry a bit.

"Says the person who just killed a guy." Another voice retorts, amusement evident in how he speaks.

"Hey, I never said I liked the look of it." A low chuckle floats up from the group, my own accompanying it as I sit upright, pushing myself onto my elbows as I look over at them, making eye contact with their leader.

I nearly double take at their appearance, not expecting them to be so good looking or relaxed with the situation, a wave of surprise and shock washing over me as I feel an unfamiliar sensation start up in my body. It's odd, as if my body wants to get closer to them, as if it needs or desires them to be closer, my confusion spiking as I stare into the leader's eyes a little longer, before taking in the others, trying to avoid the weird feeling. To the far left of the group is a tall, lanky blonde who shifts from foot to foot, as if itching to move around properly; beside him is a smaller blonde with curly hair and a patchwork jacket, his thumb between his teeth as he watches me, doe eyes wide in the dim light; up front is who I presume to be the leader, a platinum blonde mullet wearing guy with piercing eyes, his gaze raking over my form with curiosity as he smirks; last of all is a taller, dark haired guy who appears to have lost his shirt, his only attire on his torso being a leather jacket, his nearly black eyes staring at me with no discernible emotion. Having taken them all in, my attention returns to the internal conflict between some primal instinct I never knew I had and my self control, confusion rife in my mind.

"Who are you guys?" I question them, eyes flicking between them as I wait for a response.

"I'm David, this is Paul, Marko and Dwayne," The leader points at each person in turn, watching me the entire time, "Who are you?"

"I'm (Y/n). Nice to meet you."

Silence ensues this brief exchange, during which I stand upright and look over the body, trying to ignore the urge to go over to them, my body trying to speak for itself as my vampiric features threaten to break through, the inhuman part of me craving the presence of the four boys before me. It only takes a minute or two for the tall blonde, Paul, to say something.

"Jesus, can you guys feel that?" He questions his friends, speaking quietly, as if to make sure I can't hear.

"That weird connection thing? Yeah, I feel it, too." Marko responds, watching as I pour some of the whiskey from before onto Kai's body.

The other two appear to exchange a knowing glance, a cunning smirk appearing on David's lips.

"The mate bond." He whispers, knowing I would've heard that, seeing as I am quite clearly not a human.

His words stop me in my tracks, a match lit and ready to drop onto the body, arm poised to allow the small splint of wood to fall straight onto it's target, my now-frozen fingers only letting go when the small flame licks at my skin, burning it slightly.

"What did you say?" Marko, Paul and I chorus, each if us as confused as the others.

"It's a mate bond. We've all got the same mate." David responds, eyes still fixed on me.

Dumbstruck, I stay silent, trying to process what has been said as the other two start asking questions, neither of them getting answers as their friend's attention remains on me.

"I'm your mate?! But we only just met!" I manage to force out, interrupting the barrage of questions.

"That's not how it works, (Y/n). A mate bond is something we have no control over." The platinum blonde confirms, stepping closer, entering the light of the blazing body. By now, Kai's remains are hardly recognisable, and the smell is nearly unbearable, the pungent reek assaulting my nostrils and eyes viciously.

"I guess that makes sense." I muse out loud, before realising something, "That must mean you're like me."

"It does." Dwayne speaks up, finally interacting with me a little.

"You guys are vampires? I thought I was the only one in Santa Carla."

"We thought we were, but I guess we were all wrong." David shrugs, still coming closer.

"How the hell did we miss that?" Marko wonders aloud, Paul adding to the confusion.

"I missed it, too, so I don't know what happened, but I guess we found each other." I respond, wiping my hands on my jeans.

"Indeed." The leader smirks at me, having finally reached me, his blue eyes still fixed on mine, "Wanna come with us?"

I consider the offer, quickly coming to a conclusion.

"Sure, why not."

"Great. There's only one thing we need to ask you, though." David informs me, gesturing for me to follow him and the boys as they walk back to the Boardwalk, an action I find odd considering I'm covered in blood.

"Go on."

He sends a knowing glance at the rest of boys, chuckling a little as he senses my nerves picking up.

"How do you feel about riding a motorcycle?"

#the lost boys #joel schumacher #vampire #david(thelostboys) #kiefer sutherland #paul(the lost boys) #dwayne(the lost boys) #marko(the lost boys) #santa carla

[vs-redemption]

Crime is Common. Logic is Rare. (Ch 15)

Chapter Fifteen: Breakdown (HawksxGN!Reader)

Plot summary: You thought your hands were full as a regular quirk geneticist, but then you meet Hawks and things get even more exciting!

Warnings:  

⚠️This story contains spoilers from the manga.

⚠️Some events and plot points have been altered from the original manga

⚠️ This Chapter is a little sad :(

Tag List: @ gayforkeigo/ @marshmallow-witch/ @redflannel

Next Chapter : Chapter Guide

You thought you had known what to expect when agreeing to date Hawks. He was a pro hero, so obviously he was going to have his life on the line every day, patrolling the streets for villains and putting himself in harm’s way in order to protect others. You’d come to terms with that pretty quickly. What you hadn’t expected was for him to be working directly with the league of villains as a spy for the Hero Public Safety Commission. That upped the danger factor exponentially, but somehow you’d taken that in stride as well. He’d been talking about a secret mission since the day you met, and by some weird twist of fate, you had actually ended up in a position that might even help him. The one thing you could have never predicted though, was the sight of Hawks bursting through the front door of your new apartment with no warning, eyes puffy and red, and appearing like he was on the verge of some sort of mental breakdown.

“Hawks!” You jump off your sofa in alarm and rush toward him. He puts up a hand to stop you and shakes his head while pointing to his wings. Whatever had happened, the villains were still monitoring him, and Hawks didn’t want them to know he was upset.

You watch him in silence for a moment as he tries to compose himself. It was weird seeing him this way when he had never been anything but in control of himself in front of you. You had already been a bit worried after he’d failed to get in touch with you after rushing out the day before, but now you were downright scared. You realize suddenly that all your concerns and questions would have to wait. Someone out there was listening into this strange moment and was probably wondering why nobody was speaking.

“Hey bird-kun.” The new, cutesy nickname for him spills from your lips involuntarily as you try to approach again. “I’m so glad you’re here. You wouldn’t believe the day I had!” The grimace on Hawks’ face relaxes a bit when he realizes what you’re doing. Even though he was still breathing quite heavily, he allows you to pull off his gloves and flight jacket to hang them up on a hook near the door. When you look back at him, he has his hands tangled in his hair with a weird tortured look in his eyes.

“The landlord was supposed to come by this morning to make sure I’d settled in okay, but he never showed up,” you grab a pen and piece of paper to use as communication. You quickly write down the most urgent question. ‘Are you hurt?’ “I ended up having to call him to reschedule the meeting since I had to go to work in the lab this afternoon.”

You show him the paper but he shakes his head. He wasn’t hurt. That was a relief, but he was still definitely freaking out about something. His eyes suddenly clench shut and he covers his mouth with his hand. He kicks off his boots and sprints towards the bathroom. Well, the villains were definitely going to hear that. You snatch your phone off the coffee table and go to your distressed boyfriend. “You mind if I put on some music?” You ask him. He was on his knees in front of the toilet, his face pale. You don’t wait for an answer and press play on a random playlist on your phone, turning up the volume as high as it would go.

The bathroom was hardly big enough to fit Hawks and his wings, but you someone manage to squeeze in behind him. You reach over and put your phone on the edge of the sink before squatting down so that you can rub soothing circles on Hawks’ back. You figure it must give him at least some comfort because he opens his wings a little to give you more access. It was tough though with such limited space.

“So then,” you start talking over the music to add more noise. “My train to work was delayed because some idiot tried to cross the road in front of us and ended up getting his car stuck on the tracks. Thankfully nobody was hurt. A hero happened to be patrolling the area and made it in time.” Hawks’ body tenses up and he finally empties his stomach into the toilet. You wished there was more you could do for him besides continue to rant and rub his back.

“Well, needless to say, I was very late to work.” You reach forward to pull some pieces of hair off his face that had gotten damp from sweat. “Dr. Garaki was super chill about it though, so I guess that worked out fine. I still didn’t appreciate being stuck on the train for so long, especially now that it’s getting colder outside.” Hawks finishes getting sick and finally slumps over with his forehead resting against his arm. You stand up and head to the kitchen to get him a glass of water. When you get back, he’s still on the floor. He’d managed to turn himself around a bit so that he could sit up against the wall. You hand him the water before grabbing a clean washcloth for him to clean up his face.

“Is the music bothering you?” you ask. He shakes his head before gesturing for the paper you’d been writing on. He writes, ‘I’m so sorry.’ You wave off the concern while taking the pen back and asking what happened. His handsome face contorts with emotion after reading the question.

“I wasn’t planning on staying long,” he finally croaks out while scribbling something down on the paper. “I just got off patrol and thought I’d stop by to check on you.” You’re still standing, which allows you to lean over impatiently from your spot in the doorway to read what he’s writing.

‘This isn’t fair to you. I don’t want you involved any more than you already are. Maybe it would be better if…’ You tap him on the head so he’ll look up at you and see the disapproval you felt over his words.

“I’m glad you’re here,” you tell him seriously. “I like spending time with you so I’d prefer it if you didn’t rush off.” You reach down as you speak and point to the paper where you’d written ‘What happened?’ Hawks lets out a sigh and rubs at his face, clearly still struggling with the answer to that question. You could tell that he regretted showing up to have his meltdown in front of you, but it didn’t make you upset. If the roles were reversed, you would want to protect him from being exposed to unnecessary danger as well. It still meant a lot that he had trusted you and felt comfortable enough to show you a more vulnerable side of himself.

“I like spending time with you too,” Hawks begins writing on the page again. “It’s unfortunate that we have such conflicting work schedules.”

‘Something big happened with the league of villains in Deika City. They wouldn’t fill me in on the details until I did something more to prove my loyalty. They asked me to do something there’s no coming back from, but if I don’t do it, my cover will be blown. The Hero Commission wants to keep me on the inside, so they’ve asked me to go ahead and do what the villains requested of me.’

There was no way you could respond to the verbal conversation after reading that. With a new feeling of dread you write you next question. ‘What are they asking you to do?’ Hawks shakes his head and pushes the paper away. He didn’t want to tell you and you could understand why. Part of you wasn’t sure you wanted to know either, but Hawks clearly wasn’t okay with what he was going to have to do and he shouldn’t have to live with the burden of this task by himself.

“We can’t let something like conflicting schedules keep us from being together,” you finally reply to his earlier comment. “We’ve made it this far and I don’t mind making some sacrifices if it means getting to be with you. I think you’re worth it.” You grab the paper and write ‘please, tell me.’

“Now who’s the one being cheesy?” Hawks asks while letting out shaky, pained laugh. He takes the paper from your hands.

‘The villains want me to bring them a dead hero.’

Hawks looks up at you to see your reaction. You hadn’t expected something so horrible, but it explained why your hero boyfriend was so upset. Hawks sighs and looks back down at the paper to add ‘The Hero Commission has already chosen someone.’

That was just disgusting. Your opinion of the Hero Public Safety Commission was suddenly becoming very negative. It was bad enough that they’d asked Hawks to join the League of Villains in the first place. That was already putting him in a position where he’d have to compromise his morals. Now they were forcing him to stay there and asking him to take the life of one of his fellow heroes. You hesitate for a moment before mouthing the word “who?”

The pained look is back on Hawks’ face and he averts his eyes to hide the fresh wave of tears. He scribbles something down and shoves the paper up at you. You half expected it to be a name you didn’t recognize, but you were wrong. They were asking Hawks to murder the number three hero, Best Jeanist.

You look back at Hawks and your heart breaks at the silent tears running down his face. You get back on the floor with him, exchanging the pen and paper for your phone so that the music would be closer to the both of you. Once you’re settled in a somewhat comfortable position, you grab Hawks’ hand to try and comfort him. He looks relieved that you’re pulling him closer and not pushing him away. Suddenly he’s shoving himself into your arms and burying his face in your shoulder to muffle the sound of his sobs. You hated that this was happening to him, and you had no idea what you could do besides hold him tight and let him know you were there.

#Hawks #Keigo Takami #Hawks x Reader #Keigo Takami x Reader #BNHA x reader #mha x reader #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #my writing

[artificialqueens]

Galactica, Chapter 34 (Group Fic) - TheDane/Veronica

A/N: Hello, darlings! Click here if you’re looking for previous chapters (or here if you’d rather read on AO3). 💫

Last Chapter: Violet got one step closer to her dream.

This Chapter: Violet shares her good news, Courtney finds out about her new position, Bianca makes a request, and Katya shows Trixie who’s boss.

***

“Anything for you sir?”

“Whiskey on the rocks please.”

Sutan smiled at the bartender, who quickly left him. He was waiting for Violet at The Nomad Bar, the woman promising that she’d be there, but she was already 10 minutes late.

It was weird with Violet, something about her somehow tricking him into forgiving the fact that she was chronically late for everything that wasn’t work related. Sutan was wondering if he’d have time for a cigarette, their dinner reservation still not for another hour, when he felt someone touch his shoulder.

“Hey.” Violet pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, her lips soft, the pleasant scent of lavender washing over him.

“Hello.” Sutan smiled. Violet looked absolutely stunning as always, though she was wearing what he now recognized as her work wardrobe, a black skirt and a white silk blouse so proper he wanted to tear it off her.

Sutan expected Violet to sit down or to start chatting, or at least apologize for being late, words always spilling from her when they met up because Violet wasn’t a texter, but today, she was just standing there, an excited but secretive expression on her face.

“What’s going on?” Sutan titled his head.

“Guess.”

“Guess?” Sutan smiled. “Okay, so, what category am I-”

“You’re looking at Galactica’s newest designer!” Violet burst out, a gigantic grin on her beautiful face, her eyes shining bright.

“Wow,” Sutan laughed, Violet absolutely beautiful in her joy. “Congratulations lovely eye-”

“Can you believe it?!” Violet squealed, putting her arms around Sutan and almost jumping in place, her excitement so thick he could taste it, the poor girl almost bursting at the seams with emotions.

“I can, actually,” Sutan smiled, a hand on Violet’s hip quickly guiding her down on the chair next to him. “Bartender!” Sutan yelled, “Champagne for the lady please.”

Violet giggled. She put her hand on Sutan’s thigh, leaning over to give him a kiss, a sweet whisper of ‘thank you’ left against his lips.

“I almost wish I had a cigar.”

“I’m glad you don’t.” Violet deadpanned, and Sutan snorted, Violet looking back at him with a smile.

“So,” Sutan took the order, Violet getting her glass of champagne while he was handed his whiskey. “When is the happy day?” Sutan put a hand on Violet’s knee, squeezing it as Violet took the first sip of her bubbles.

“Soon.” Violet looked at him. “As soon as I can.”

***

“Courtney.”

Courtney looked up from her computer, where she’d been updating Miss Fame’s schedule. She checked briefly to make sure that the phone call she was listening in on, a conversation between Fame and Trixie, was muted, and asked, “Yes?”

“I need you to know,” Violet was standing right in front of her desk, “that the 10th will be my last day working in this office.”

“What?” Courtney’s eyes went wide in alarm. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Violet held up her hand, “Nothing’s wrong. I’m getting a promotion.”

“Oh!” Courtney let out a sigh of relief--now that she knew it was good news, she relaxed a bit. If anyone deserved a promotion, it certainly was Violet.

“I’m going to be working in design,” she added, an uncharacteristically proud expression on her face.

“That’s awesome, Violet, I’m really happy for you.”

“I’m glad you’re taking it this well.”

“Of course!” Courtney smiled. “I’ll do whatever I can to make it easier: helping with the job description, interviews, whatever you need.”

The more Courtney thought about it, the more excited she got. Not that she had anything against Violet, but it would be so wonderful to have a coworker who was a real friend.

“Interviews?” Violet’s brow furrowed in confusion. “For what?”

“For your replacement?” Courtney said, trying not to sound like she was being patronizing, although the answer was painfully obvious.

“Oh…” Violet just stared at her, blinking slowly, with that look she hadn’t given her for some time now, the one that said that Courtney was an alien doing a piss-poor human impression. “Huh.”

“What?” Courtney asked, suddenly self-conscious, knowing she must have put her foot in mouth but unsure how.

“Courtney,” Violet said, exasperated, in a tone that may very well have added ‘you brain-dead moron,’ “You’re who’s been hired as my replacement.”

“But...wait, what?!” Courtney's mind raced, panic filling her chest. Replace Violet? “But then who will replace me?”

“Nobody?” Violet looked like she genuinely didn’t understand. “You will be Miss Fame’s first assistant, and also her only assistant.”

“Shit.”

“Why do you think you were hired in the first place?”

“I just thought, with how much work there is, that you’d...need…” Courtney trailed off, not wanting to appear even dumber than Violet obviously thought she was, mind still reeling from this news.

Alone in Fame’s office? No one to guide her and lecture her and stop her from fucking everything up royally?

“No, Courtney. Fame has always just had one assistant.”

“But...do you really think I can do it alone?” Courtney asked, her stomach tight.

“I do.” Violet said. “Your work has been decent, even adequate recently.”

Courtney almost flinched.  All she’d ever wanted from Violet was approval, and maybe some general comradeship. But this was almost too much. Could she handle it?

“You’re ready.” Violet looked at her, a small smile actually on her face. “I’ve done this alone. The workload is heavy sometimes, but who knows, in time you might move from adequate to good.”

“If you say so…” Courtney said, swallowing down a lump in her throat.

***

“Are you done yet?” Adore whined. She was sprawled on the sofa in Bianca’s office, waiting for her sister to finish working so that they could go to dinner.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Is my job, that supports us both, getting in the way of your plans?”

“Yeah, I told Pearl that we’d be done early. Plus I’m starving,” Adore informed her.

“Ugh, I guess that means you haven’t broken up yet,” Bianca said with a sigh.

“Don’t fucking start, Bianca.” Adore was in no mood to Bianca’s dumb opinions aout her girlfriend...who had been nothing but wonderful so far.

“Fine, fine. So then are you still plus 2 for my party next Friday?”

“Uh, I don’t know, I might just be plus 1. Courtney’s been real busy at work, I don’t know if she-”

Bianca turned away from her computer, brow furrowed.

“But you said she was coming!”

“She was coming, but I’m just not sure she’s gonna feel up to-”

“Adore. I want her there,” Bianca said sternly, before flashing a charming smile, adding, “Consider it my birthday present.”

Adore sat up straighter. “Listen, Bianca, I know you think she’s hot, but I really don’t think you should mess with her. First of all, she’s straight, and she just broke up with her boyfriend, and she’s really vulnerable, and-”

“My specialty.”

“Bianca!” Adore’s face contorted in outrage. She knew about her sister’s reputation, of course, had seen the parade of girls with her own eyes plenty of times. But this was the first time she’d turned her attention to one of Adore’s friends, and it was extremely disconcerting, even if Courtney seemed to enjoy the attention.

“Oh, calm down, I’m kidding,” Bianca said with a laugh.

“Are you, though?” Adore crossed her arms, glaring across the office.

“Yes, asshole! Listen, I know I joke, but the truth is, I only seduce the willing. Otherwise it’s just no fun,” she explained. “I just like her, that’s all. I want her to come. Please.”

“Fine, fine. We’re supposed to hang out this weekend. Assuming she doesn’t cancel again, I’ll bring it up.”

“Adore. Darling baby sister,” Bianca cooed. “Make it happen. Or I’ll cut you out of my will and leave everything to the dogs.”

“I’ll do my best.”

***

“Go to the bed.”

Katya smiled as Trixie scrambled to obey, like the sweet boy he was. No one else was home, Pearl out for the night, and for that very reason, the toy chest from underneath their bed had come out to play.

Katya caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, and she couldn’t help but smile. She was all dolled up; her hair and makeup done by Trixie only an hour before when he had artfully curled her hair and carefully applied lipstick to her lips. Katya was wearing heels and a set of black lingerie that they only brought out whenever they played a very particular game. Katya had allowed Trixie to choose today, and he had picked a bright purple strap-on that was now nestled against Katya’s stomach.

Katya took a step toward where Trixie was laying on his back, and she could practically hear the sharp intake of breath, anticipation radiating off Trixie’s body.

“Did you lube yourself up for me, sweetheart?”

“Yes I did, I did what you asked me to-”

“Ssh.” Katya was now kneeling on the bed between Trixie’s spread legs; a smile on her lips as her hand gently glided over his soft stomach, dipping into his navel, onward to his puffy chest where she couldn’t help but play a little with his nipples. Trixie’s hips bucked a little at the sensation, sending his cock bouncing. He was already so hard, so filled with excitement about what Katya was about to do that he was practically dripping onto his own stomach, a small pool of precum collecting in the valleys on Trixie’s chubby middle.

“You look so good, all ready for me.”

Katya smiled as she gently pushed a manicured finger inside of Trixie; the passage was so smooth and easy that she added another one immediately, which made him whimper.

“Sssh, you’re being so good right now, let me play with you a little, let me feel my big, strong man, who always pleases me so well.”

Trixie nodded, his eyes scrunched shut as if it would be too overwhelming to see Katya’s fingers disappear into him.

“Turn around.”

Trixie nodded again, moving so fast Katya barely had time to get her fingers out before he was on his hands and knees. Katya couldn’t help but smile and lean down to give Trixie’s lower back a sweet kiss, the red lipstick she had worn for this scene leaving behind a perfect mark.

“Are you ready for me?”

Trixie didn’t answer her question with words, but with actions instead as he pushed back against her, a high whine leaving his throat, making Katya laugh.

“That’s my sweet boy, my sweet…” Katya pushed inside, her strap-on fitting perfectly into Trixie’s ass, “…amazing boy.”

Trixie moaned as she bottomed out inside of him, and it was the sexiest thing. Katya loved this, loved to take Trixie this way. She loved all of it, the control, the respect, the trust, the way Trixie gave everything over so completely as she set a rhythm, the amount of times they had done this together making it easy for Katya to circle her hips in just the right way to make Trixie shout with pleasure.

Katya snapped her hips faster and faster, her hand in the space between Trixie’s shoulders forcing him down as she took him and used him for her own pleasure. The constant pressure against her clit made Katya join in on Trixie’s moans with real sounds of her own pleasure. But it was not until she leaned down over Trixie, their bodies pressed together and the words “I love you” leaving her mouth that Trixie came all over the bed, his eyes seeing white as he shook apart underneath her.

When Trixie came back to, wrapped in Katya’s arms underneath their duvet, it was to the feeling of sweet kisses getting pecked onto the bald spots on his head. Trixie couldn’t help but smile, his chest warm with happiness as he looked up at Katya.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, sugar butt.”

***

Violet had done the unthinkable, which meant that she hadn’t done anything at all.

It was her last day in Miss Fame’s office, and she had come in at 9, only arriving 15 minutes before Fame, not lifting a single finger to complete the morning routine.

It was all in Courtney’s hands.

So far today, she had opened her email and gone to get coffee, making sure to include the peach tea for herself that she was sipping that very moment, taking notes and keeping a keen eye on Courtney, the notes most of all for show to keep Courtney on her toes.

When Violet had suggested this dress rehearsal, Courtney had looked like she had wanted to die, but so far, she wasn’t doing terribly.

Sure, she was stressing over what Violet considered simple tasks, and she had almost missed a phone call, but Fame had requested adequate, and Courtney was delivering just that, without a single irritating joke or any clownish airheaded behavior, even when she was flailing.

***

“Don’t you want some pizza?” Adore looked over at Courtney, who was on her phone, dealing with some work thing for the third time since she’d arrived. She set the box on the coffee table and took a seat.

“No… I’m okay.”

“Are you sure?”

When Adore didn’t get a reply, she grabbed a piece of pizza herself instead, trying to figure out what was going on in Courtney’s head.

Between Courtney’s work schedule and Adore’s blissful new-relationship bubble, they’d barely seen each other at all since Adore got back from Paris. But when they had, Courtney had been acting strange: subdued, a muted version of her normally exuberant personality. Adore wondered if she was depressed, and felt like a pretty shitty friend for not noticing sooner.

“Court…”

“Hmm?”

“What actually happened with Willam?” Adore asked carefully. “You never really told me the whole story.”

“There’s nothing to tell. He turned out to be a disgusting, lying jerk, just like every other man I’ve ever been with,” Courtney said, flinging an arm over her eyes and lying back on Adore’s purple sofa.

Adore didn’t have a lot to add to that, because as far as she knew, it was kinda true. For as long as she’d known Courtney, her bestie had had the worst luck with guys. But usually, she bounced back right away, onto the next adventure...this seemed different.

“I’m sorry,” she replied lamely.

“It’s not your fault. You’re not a douchebag,” Courtney said.  

“So…hey, are you still coming to my sister’s party next week?”

“I don’t know, Dore. It’s gonna be the end of my first week in the office alone, and I’m gonna be so tired. Third-wheeling at a fancy party where I don’t have anything to wear doesn’t sound-”

“Come on, you always look great! And it won’t be third-wheeling! If anyone’s third-wheeling, it’s Pearl,” Adore giggled, reaching out to tug gently on her hair.  

“Look, I know you love them, but the idea of being at a party with my boss, and Raja, and all their friends is-”

“It’s gonna be a huge party, you probably won’t even see them!”

“Right.” Courtney rolled her eyes.

“If you don’t come, Bianca will be so disappointed.”

“Oh yeah, I’m sure she really cares whether I come,” Courtney said sarcastically, shaking her head.

“She does! She even asked me to make sure you, you know, have all the right info. She definitely cares. She thinks you’re cool.”

“Well…” Courtney suppressed a smile, biting her lip. “Really?”

“Yes. Cross my heart. So please come.”

“I guess I can ask Ivy to lend me a dress from the wardrobe closet at work.”

“There you go! Plus, it’ll be a great party,” Adore insisted. “I promise you’ll have fun.”

Courtney nodded, finally looking at Adore with a sparkle back in her eyes as she reached forward to grab a piece of pizza. Adore grinned, but her happiness dissolved into confusion as she then watched her scrape the cheese off before taking a bite.

“What are you doing?” Adore asked, horrified.

“I’m vegan now. You know this, I told you weeks ago.”

“You’re still doing that? Dear god, why?” Adore moaned.

“Well, I’ve been really stressed and low energy and I think this will make me feel better, and sleep better, and give me some balance back. And it’s something concrete that I can do for the planet. Did you know that the meat and dairy industry-”

“Okay, okay!” Adore held up her hand, laughing. “I don’t need a whole essay.”

After a slight pause, Courtney sighed and said, “I’m sorry.”

“For what, bae?”

“I know I’ve been in a shitty mood. I’m sure it hasn’t been fun to be around.”

“Honey, it’s okay. You just went through a breakup, it’s totally understandable.”

“It’s not even that,” Courtney said.

“No?”

“No, it’s just...work is…” Courtney sighed again. “It’s hard to explain. But I am done with men.”

“Oh yeah? You gonna come to the dark side?” Adore asked, fluttering her lashes.

“Ha. I wish.”

***

“Baby!”

“Yes?” Trixie was making breakfast, the eggs sizzling away in their pan. He turned, just to see Katya round the corner, a look of panic in her eyes. She was wearing an open shirt with a puppy print on it, her orange skirt around her hips, her hair barely collected in a loose bun, miniature pencils dangling from her ears.

“I just remembered-” Katya paused, “Hey,” she snapped her fingers, “eyes up her here,” and Trixie grinned at the fact that he had been caught openly staring at her tits.

“It’s Violet’s first day at design today. Why didn’t you remind me? I have nothing planned to celebrate and this is huge for he-”

“Hey, hey,” Trixie reassured her, putting an arm around his fiance. “I got it.” Trixie titled his head, and Katya turned to look at their kitchen table, a gigantic framed sheet of pink paper on it.

It hadn’t been easy to find photos of Violet, the woman apparently avoiding cameras like she was being paid to do it, but Trixie had still managed to find quite a few, Katya, Violet and Shangela all smiling at the brunch table on the roof.

“Did you make this?”

“I’m taking offence at that, this is a Mattel original, I poured my heart into this.”

Trixie smiled as Katya was hanging on to his shoulder, moved by her fiancé’s work. “I plan on putting it on her desk.”

“She’s going to despise that.”

“Probably.” Trixie chuckled, and Katya gave him a kiss. He had expected it to be short and sweet, but Katya pushed him against the cabinet, her hips flush with his.

“… Are you turned on by the fact that I made a collage?”

“Maybe.”

“Good enough for me.”

Tags – rpdr fanfic, thedane, veronica, galactica, vitan, bitney, trixya, violet, raja, Courtney, adore, bianca, Trixie, katya, lesbian au, m/f au, fashion au,

#rpdr fanfiction #thedane #veronica #galactica #vitan #bitney #trixya #violet chachki #raja gemini #courtney act #adore delano #bianca del rio #trixie mattel #katya zamolodchikova #lesbian au #m/f au #smut #fashion au

[be11atrixthestrange]

Thank You For Dying

Just a run-of-the-mill Deathday party in the Prefects’ bathroom, #PartyLikeIts1492

...because I guess this is what I write now...

The typically-bustling fifth floor was void of any living creatures, repelled by the putrid odor wafting from the Prefects' bathroom. Argus Filch was aware of the smell — and the fact that it probably meant shenanigans — but he still hadn't moved his pending investigation higher on his to-do list.

The fact that even the school caretaker scrunched his nose was concerning. Filch had built up an impressive tolerance to the fouler aspects of maintaining a centuries-old home for grimy teenagers, thanks to his sustained exposure to the greasy mop of hair on his head, which emanated its own unique brand of stink.

The strong stench was no accident. Inside the Prefects' bathroom laid an expansive buffet table, assembled by a reluctant team of house-elves at the request of the Fat Friar. The previous week's rancid leftovers were delicately displayed, having been harvested from mealtimes and kept out in the steamy kitchen left to spoil, another unusual ask from the Hogwarts ghosts.

"It smells so strong!" said the Hufflepuff ghost, his eyes swirling with excitement at the array. "I can almost taste it!"

The pool-sized tub was brimming with bubbles and bustling with activity. Thanks to the begrudging elves, neon lights colored the bathwater, and music echoed off the walls, amplified and melodious, which elicited a few nods of appreciation for the castle's stately acoustics. A sudden splash sent a wave of displaced water into the air, which crashed onto the buffet. The table collapsed under the force, soaking everything and leaving the already-spoiled food squishy and soggy. Peeves then erupted from the water, cackling and pointing at the table, now a useless pile of rubble.

"Peeves!" groaned Nearly Headless Nick. "Why is he here again? He's not even dead."

"Because we need him to hang the banner," said the Grey Lady with an air of expended patience. "Unless you'd like to do it."

Nick glanced at the banner, coiled in a pile next to the destroyed table, and then at his hands, translucent and purposeless. "Fine. Peeves, hang the banner, and then get out."

"Nicky so angry, he's not my fan," chuckled Peeves. "Why would Peeves listen to a grumpy old man?"

Nick rolled his eyes and turned to the Bloody Baron, who was busy directing the elves around the tub so they could get to work on fixing the table. "Can you tell him?"

The Bloody Baron huffed at Nick before raising his voice to the Poltergeist. "Peeves. Hang it up."

"Wheeeeeeeee," sang Peeves as he swooped down to snatch the banner. It unraveled into a ribbon as he launched into the air. Peeves pinned it to the wall so that it hung visibly from the entry door, its message now clear and bold:

Happy Deathday, Myrtle!

"Why does he only listen to the Bloody Baron?" asked Nick under his breath, earning a scowl from the Grey Lady.

"Because the Bloody Baron has quite the temper," she said.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry to bring that up," said Nick. "Things are still weird between you two, then?"

Helena Ravenclaw scowled, and Nick immediately realized he had made things even more awkward by asking about it. He groaned to himself — they had coexisted for centuries, and he still couldn't manage one smooth conversation without reminding her of the whole murdered-by-her-ex thing. It didn't help that the Bloody Baron was always there, keeping his possessive eyes on her, glaring at Nick from across the room whenever he managed to get her alone for a chat.

He knew he couldn't die again, but he still feared the Slytherin ghost. Why did the Bloody Baron have to be so bloody terrifying?

Nick startled as the object of his silent rage appeared between them, as if he had been summoned by Nick's thoughts.

"I apologized for that," said the Bloody Baron through gritted teeth.

Nick glided away slowly, barely catching her response, "Apologies don't bring people back to life…"

"Everyone, quiet!" The conversations died as the room's attention turned to the speaker. The Friar was floating above the newly-repaired buffet table, addressing the group from up high.

"If she breaks your heart, use your head! Just be a man, don't strike her dead!" sang the Poltergeist, his tune echoing from wall to wall.

"Shut up, Peeves!" came a chorus of voices. Peeves cackled.

"Get out," ordered the Baron, pointing a crooked finger toward the door.

He didn't have to ask twice. Peeves zoomed out of the room and into the fifth-floor hallway, his maniacal giggles growing quieter as he whisked away.

Nick sighed, scowling at the door and wondering what it would take to get some goddamn authority in this place. Besides murder, of course.

"Anyway," said the Friar. "Let's all get into place. Myrtle should be here soon. And please, for the love of Merlin, save the arguing for another day," he added with a pointed nod toward the Ravenclaw and Slytherin ghosts.

Everyone found a place to hide — the Grey Lady glided up to the window to mimic the position of the stained-glass mermaid, and the Friar hovered behind the buffet table, his nose conveniently buried into what used to be a treacle tart, maybe. The Baron retreated into the shadows, leaving Nick to submerge himself into the tub, obscured by the bubbles.

They heard Myrtle before they saw her, her nasally voice screeching through the air vents, riddled with gasps, groans, and 'how dare you, Olive Hornbys.' She pendulated between sobs and giggles with impressive efficiency, demonstrating a startling lack of emotional control. It sent a shiver of annoyance through Nick's spineless body so fierce that he almost sympathized with the Bloody Baron's compulsion to kill. It was a good thing that Myrtle was already dead.

Her mumbling and grumbling stopped as soon as she reached the door. When she glided through the entrance, the Fat Friar, the Bloody Baron, the Grey Lady, and Nearly-Headless Nick erupted from their hiding places.

"SURPRISE! HAPPY DEATHDAY!".

Myrtle's eyes grew wide as she scanned the room, passing over everyone's faces before landing on the banner across from her. Its large, drooping letters swayed as the sign rippled in the breeze from a nearby steam vent.

"Deathday?!" shouted Myrtle. "You're celebrating my DEATH?" Her face contorted in anger and her voice crept dangerously close a level of shrill that only Hagrid's pets could hear.

"Why yes, of course!" beamed the Friar, unfazed by her reaction. "You deserve a celebration like the rest of us!"

"So, you're saying that you're happy that I DIED?" she screeched. "Why is everyone so happy that I'm dead?!"

"Myrtle—" began the Friar as his giddy features fell. He couldn't finish because she had already stormed out of the bathroom, her sobs ricocheting through the empty hall.

"What is her problem?" said Nick, shaking his head so that it popped out of its precarious position. "Oops," he added, jerking it back into place.

"What's so bad about being dead?" asked the Bloody Baron, earning another pointed look from the Grey Lady.

"She just needs time to get used to being dead," said the Grey Lady, her eyes glued to the Baron. "It's not like she killed herself."

The Baron scowled back at her. "Now that's cold."

"Enough!" said the Friar. "This isn't about you. Someone should go talk to her."

The four ghosts looked warily at the bathroom entrance, unwilling to volunteer.

"Ooooor," said Nick, lifting his shoulders in a shrug. "We could just… stay."

"Yeah," said the Grey Lady, now addressing the Friar. "I haven't been to a party in a while. Would be a shame to waste all the planning and hard work that you did."

"Right," said the Baron. "It's not our fault she can't accept that she's dead." He smirked as the Grey Lady rolled her eyes again.

"At least we tried to include her," said Nick. "I know that was important to you."

The Friar sighed, his guilt evident by his furrowed brows. His expression softened when he inhaled a waft of rancid food and looked longingly at the buffet table. "You're right. We planned a party, so it's only fair that we get to celebrate."

"That's the spirit!" said Nick with a grin.

"Oh, what the hell. To Myrtle!" said the Friar, raising an imaginary champagne flute into the air. "Thank you for dying!"

"To Myrtle!" chorused the ghosts, pretending to chug their drinks, ever-so-thankful for the inevitability of death.

#hp fanfiction #Harry Potter #harry potter fic #hp ficlet #hp fanfic

[satsuki2406]

Dear Aomi Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

"I've seen you in a dream before, you are the warm and bright presence that embraced me on Cape Kamui a long time ago on a June afternoon."

Shinohara (Y/N) is a normal girl who had everything she could ask for, a loving family, a beautiful home, friends, and a fluffy cat. For a long time, she gave her life and happiness for granted, never imagining that she'll face one of the worst and crueler facades of society so closely, destroying what once was a happy, harmonious and normal family. One day, in hopes to recover what they lost, the Shinohara family took one of the more difficult decisions of their lives; leave behind their home back in Hokkaido and travel hundreds of miles south until Musutafu, the place that could grant them a solution and help close the yet fresh wound and scare away the ghosts of the past. Hardheaded, passionate, and ambitious (Y/N) is forced to confront the incarnated face of the superhuman society that she hated the most; Bakugou Katsuki.

PAIRING: (Bakugou Katsuki x Reader)

GENRE/WARNINGS: Romance, Fluff, Angst, Dark Themes, My poor attempt of humor, Strong language (Courtesy of Lord Explosion Murder 💥), Manga Spoilers, LONG ass chapter.

STATUS: On going

Chapter 1: School is a Great Place to Make Enemies

Chapter 2: My Stupid Classmate, The Angry Dandelion

Chapter 3:In Conclusion, This Day Was...

Masterlist \(￣︶￣*\))

4: Welcome to The Neighborhood

The salty breeze caressed (Y/N) face in a wavy motion mixing with the relaxing sound of waves crashing down the coastline. Along with her steady and calm breathing, those were the only things she could perceive in the endless darkness flooding her eyes.

‘A dream?’

Suddenly, her eyelids started to flutter little by little showing her a pretty familiar scenery. A long and meandering trail lay was in front of her, surrounded by the expanse of an endless blue sea. An old wood railing was the only thing shielding (Y/N) from a deadly fall to the humongous rocks nested around the rocky and long structure.

‘Cape Kamui? Again? Why do I keep dreaming of this place?! I haven’t been here in years! Do I miss my old home so much that my brain continues to bring me here? But, it looks so real…’

All of sudden, with the corner of her eye (Y/N) caught the silhouette of someone in the distance, they were with their back turned to her looking at the scenery without a care. That right there was new. This had become a recurrent dream since she moved, but in all the other occasions (Y/N) was there by her own, not a single soul was there, and now an unknown presence awaited ahead.

‘Should I talk to them? Well, I guess is worthed a try.’

With vacillating steps, (Y/N) walked forward to the mysterious entity, as she started to move along the slightly narrow path. Suddenly the wind became more and more agitated as she advanced, her hair moved haphazardly blocking her view frequently. Soon walking became more difficult forcing her to stay still, tightly gripping the railing. The blue and clear sky over her became gray and clouded.

‘What the hell?! Maybe if I try to-’

“E-Excuse me!” You shouted. “Do you know what is happening? I-I haven’t seen you here before! Do I-do I know you?!”

The inexplicable being seen to haven’t noticed (Y/N)'s attempts to make contact, but now she could catch a certain detail that had ignored before while trying to keep herself steady in the implacable bursts. The perimeter around this enigmatic character remained intact the whole time, even the portion of sky over them lingered cloudless and immaculate. The breeze swayed delicately what at your current distance seems to be a white sundress.

‘So, it’s a girl’

Abruptly a blaring sound started to resonate in (Y/N) head, she tried to cover her ears with her hands to no avail. Gradually her vision began to blur and a heavy sensation of falling invaded her body. Unexpectedly everything became black until-

“OUCH!!”

Once again, (Y/N)’s world took a 180-degree change of scenery, a more uncomfortable and painful one per se. There she laid on her bedroom floor, upside down, hair scattered, ungracefully contorted with her legs dangling over her head in something similar to a pretty messy plow yoga position.

(Y/N) blinked still sleepy and confused trying to remember what was going on before she ended up like this, but unfortunately, her abrupt awakening seen to had blurred her memory. All of sudden (Y/N) was brought back from her stirred thoughts as a soft knock was heard on her door.

“Honey are you-oh my! What happened to you?!” (Y/N) mother quacked as she entered your room, her face contorted in concern. “Here, let me help you, darling, I don’t think that position could be good for your back”

“O-Ok, thanks”

After her mother helped her to stand up again, (Y/N) decided to take a quick shower to relax and clear her mind. Now, more awaken and changed in her uniform she was sitting in her vanity stool absentmindedly brushing her hair trying to recall what kind of dream she had last night.

“It will be best if I stop to think about that, I’m gonna get a migraine, it was just a dream, no biggie.”

Once detangled, (Y/N) proceed to think how she would like to style her hair or just use it loose as always. “I don’t want to tie it but I want something different.” Instantly a bulb lighted up over her head, from one of the front drawers she took out a thin light blue ribbon. She put it around her head like a headband and knot it in a little bow at the side of her head.

Content with her simple but cute look she took her already packed bag and proceeded to go downstairs to have breakfast. In her way to the first floor, (Y/N) caught the aroma of fresh pancakes and coffee.

“Smells good!” (Y/N) excitedly exclaimed once she spotted her mom coming out of the kitchen with a stack of pancakes and a bottle a maple syrup to place them on the table.

“I’m glad you think so! I put some chocolate chips in the batter just like you like it!”

“You are the best mom!~”

“Oh, darling I know it. Now sit down and eat you have to leave to soon” (Y/N) did as her mother said, who shortly joined her with her morning coffee on hand. Both of them thanked for the food and dug in.

“Oh, now that I remember! Yesterday I met our next-door neighbor!” (Y/N)’s mom chimed happily.

“Oh really? What did you talk about?”

“Oh, she was really nice and chatty! Her name is Mitsuki but I don’t remember her last name, was it, Bai? Bandai? Bando? Oh, this terrible memory of mine is getting worse and worse every day!” (Y/N)’s mom complained.

“It’s funny that we’ve already met all our close neighbors but them. It’s weird if you think about it.”

“I guess so, she also said that she has a son your age that also attends Aldera Junior High! Maybe you could start going to school together and become friends! Probably he’s as nice as his mom.”

“Hmm probably” (Y/N) said mind absently. “Hey, mom…” She whispered while putting down her cutlery. “Did-did the doctor answered something about- you know…”

Akari paused her fork holding a piece of pancake in mid-air in front of her open mouth, shock spread all over her face. She quickly composed herself and cleared her throat. “He told us it was a long process, you know a lot of tests, blood works, scans and so… he told us not to worry too much, all the necessary requirements were successfully fulfilled. Don’t worry darling, everything would be ok; we have to be faithful.” (Y/N)’s mom reassured her as she squeezed her hand.

“I know but, I’m just… scared.”

“I know baby, I know.”

🏫🚲🏃🏻‍♀️

“I’m leaving now mom!” (Y/N) exclaimed from the front door as she put on her shoes at the genkan. “Alright, sweetie! Are you bringing your bento? Your handkerchief? Your pencil-case? Your toothbrush? Your phone? Your pouch with all your ‘lady necessities’?

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, and yes.”

���Ok! Please take care and if anything happens call me immediately and I’ll go to pick you up. I have a meeting with a potential meat and seafood distributor for the new restaurant today but I’ll have my phone with me all the time at full volume.”

“Alright mom! Ittekimasu!”

"Itterasshai darling!"

After locking the door and taking her bike (Y/N) exited her house through the short gate door at the front, but stopped midway when her ears caught what sounded like a heated discussion next door, but the loud argument wasn’t the problem, it was one of the voices involved; an annoying, loud and really familiar voice to be exact.

‘No way…’

“I’m warning you Katsuki! Take your fucking lunch or I’ll personally deliver it to you, at school, in your classroom, in front of all of your classmates!”

“You wouldn’t dare old hag!”

“Oh, but I would! I didn’t wake up at fucking five in the morning to make a bento that you’ll refuse to eat! Now take it!”

“Piss off!”

*SLAP!*

“Don’t hit me old hag! I’ll kill you!”

“Don't you dare to talk to your mother like that you ungrateful brat!”

‘Nice my ass! What made my mom thought that this woman could be nice in the first place?! She’s shouting at her son in the middle of the street like a madwoman at 7:30 in the morning because he doesn't want his bento?! What is this?! Crazy Town?!’

“I already told you a thousand fucking times to stop making this shitty bentos! I’m not seven anymore! Not my problem that you are an old hag that can’t remember shit!

“What did you say?!’

“You heard me!”

‘I was lucky yesterday because I left earlier and he must walk to school so the chances to run into him were slim. Damn! Now I’m gonna have to wake up earlier to avoid him?! Fuck you, Bakugou! Why in heaven did he have to live next door?! Now I understand why the house was cheaper than it should have, the realtor said the former owner had trouble selling it because of the size and the prize, hah! What a joke.’

“Enough of this, I have to go before he notices me, I can get ahead faster so I won’t see him until I get to the class. Yes! Now all I have to do is walk away really slowly-”

(Y/N) put her escape plan in action immediately, moving as fast and quietly as she could even lifting the bike a little bit so the sound of the chain wouldn’t forewarn them of her presence. After a short but cumbersome trail, 2 houses away from hers (Y/N) hopped on her bike more than ready to cycle with all her might directly to the school when another voice resounded at the distance.

“(Y/N)! You forgot the bag with your P.E uniform!” Exclaimed Akari while she held the said bag for (Y/N) to see it clearly.

‘FUCK! No! No! Calm down just take the stupid bag and run! Yes! You can do it!’

(Y/N) pedaled at high speed towards her mother with an only goal in mind, ‘retrieve and flee’ Just a little bit more and she could make a clean escape. Just two feet more!

Putting all her skills on display (Y/N) did her best to balance herself on the bike with only one hand on the rudder while she extended her right hand as much as she could, ready to snatch the bag and leave for dear life.

‘Just a few inches more! Yes! You can do it! Just keep pedaling! Just keep!-’

“Oh! Akari-san! I thought I heard your voice!” Mitsuki beamed as she leaned out of her house entrance while she dragged her temperamental scion by the ear.

‘Son of a biscuit!’

“Let me go you shitty hag!”

“Watch your damn language brat! Can’t you see our lovely neighbors are here too!”

“Like I care for those extras! Let me go! I’ll be fucking late!”

*SMACK!*

“Stop with the fucking hitting!”

“Stop screaming!”

“You stop screaming!”

“Oh, isn’t this neighborhood lively, darling?~” Chimed Akari smiling amusedly at the scene in front of her.

“Aha…” (Y/N) petrified by her side, all willing to live left her body already.

‘I hate my life…’

“Oh! Bakugou!” Said Akari while she bumped the side of her fist over her open palm “Mitsuki-san’s last name is Bakugou!”

“And why couldn't you ‘ve remembered this important piece of information, I don’t know, like thirty-five minutes ago mother?” (Y/N) groaned.

“Oh, you know I’ve always had a bad memory, but I always end up remembering everything at the right time” Akari giggled. (Y/N) simply sighed for the umpteenth time that morning.

‘I’m exhausted already’

After a couple of minutes of bickering, the interesting ‘shoutversation’ mother and son had come to a halt when Mrs. Bakugou strongly hit her son’s head pushing it down in a bow like position.

“Oh, Akari-san! I’m so ashamed that you had to witness this! Katsuki can be a handful sometimes!” Said the blond woman with a dismayed expression.

'Just sometimes?'

“Oh, don’t worry!” Said (Y/N)’s mom waving her hand dismissively. “Teens are usually more temperamental, especially at this age. (Y/N) is not always a ray of sunshine, you know how hormones are.

“Mom!” (Y/N) exclaimed embarrassed, making the older blonde’s attention go from her mom to her, acknowledging her presence. The female Bakugou’s expression went from pensive to surprised, to excited to hopeful all in a matter of five seconds.

“Oh my! you must be (Y/N)-chan! Your mother has told me a lot about you! I’m Bakugou Mitsuki, but you can call me Mitsuki! This is my son, Katsuki! He goes to the same school as you! Katsuki say ‘hi’!” Said Mitsuki with a cheery voice.

*UNINTELLIGIBLE GRUMBLES*

“I SAID SAY ‘HI’ KATSUKI!!”

“OH MY FUCKING-! Hi or whatever!” sneered the seething blond.

“Umm… hi…” After her court response Katsuki seemed to tense slightly, like he just fogured out something. He then slowly rose his head and his wide, bloodshot eyes met (Y/N)’s unfazed yet irritated ones.

“THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE THIEF BITCH?!”

*SLAP! x3*

“KATSUKI YOU DISGRACEFUL PUNK! APOLOGIZE THIS INSTANT!”

“Make me old hag!!!”

*SLAP! x6*

“So help me Katsuki! I will take away all of your phone, Wi-Fi, and PS privileges!”

“I wanna see you try!  And why should I apologize?! This shitty thief used her fucking quirk on me yesterday! If anyone should apologize, it's her!”

“Ha! Knowing you, you must have deserved it for sure!”

“Da fuck?!”

“I told you to stop with the fucking swearing!”

“You stop with the fucking swearing!”

‘Oh God help us all’

#bnha x reader #boku no hero academia #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #katsuki x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugo x reader #mha x reader #my hero academia #boku no hero academia fanfic #my hero academia fanfic #bnha fanfiction #mha fanfiction #bnha #mha #bakugou #bakugo #fem reader #angst #fluff #Multichapter #series #fem oc #male oc #enemies to friends to lovers #one sided crush #cape kamui #hokkaido #bakugou mitsuki #bakugo mitsuki

[shut-up-its-funny]

There’s A Thunderstorm in my Heart, Why Can’t You See It? (Part One)

Pairing: Remrom

Wordcount: 2111

Set in my human au, the beginning of their booty call arrangement, slight angst I guess, happy ending if you already read the others and know where it’s going.

AO3

The rain comes down hard and fast as Remus is walking home and he smiles widely as a crack of thunder booms with a flash of lightning.

He loves thunder storms, they’re loud and chaotic; he can’t help but to feel a kinship with them.

He’s splashing his way through puddles -like any self-respecting adult would- and dancing along to the music that’s playing in his ears.

Jumping in puddles is one of life’s small pleasures that Remus loves to indulge in so much so that he decided to walk home.

So he kicks and splashes and jumps his way home, it really helps to brighten up his mood from the crap day of work he just had and he gets to go home to Roman so that makes his spirits higher.

They’re not together or anything, he doesn’t even want to imagine what would happen if Roman found out his feelings but that doesn’t mean he can’t be happy thinking of going home to him.

As he nears their shared house (the six of them that is) he notices Roman standing on the porch, watching him.

“Remus you’re going to catch a cold if you keep splashing around in puddles like that!” Roman yells over the pounding rain to him.

Not that he could hear him with his headphones on; it’s a good thing he can read lips.

And as much as he enjoys being in the rain, he enjoys being with Roman more, so he dances his way towards his twin to the beat of his music; jumping in a puddle right on the bottom of the stairs and almost splashing Roman who steps back so he doesn’t get wet.

And although he’s standing there with his arms crossed his facial expression is one of amusement.

Remus shimmies up the stairs, making eye contact the whole time before finishing up his dance with a twirl and then leaning on the banister; he slides his headphones on to his neck “what’s up Ro?”

Roman quirks an eyebrow pointedly “I was just saying how you’re going to get sick jumping in puddles.”  

“No ya didn’t, you said splashing in puddles, total dif bro.”

“No, not total dif, same dif, dingus” he playfully shoves Remus “and why did you even ask if you know what I said” he asks rhetorically as he steps closer to the door to lead them inside.

Remus snorts “because I can.”

“Just because you can doesn’t always mean you should” Roman mutters with a tinge of, what is that? Sadness? He’s not sure he was meant to hear that either, so he’s going to ignore it in favour of shucking his wet clothes off when he closes the door behind him.

“You should cha-“ he starts before turning back to Remus to notice he’s already doing that “-nge…” his cheeks dust with pink as he stares Remus down - and isn’t that a weird reaction -  but he turns his head a second later like he’s embarrassed “Remus, please do that in your room.”

Remus cocks his head to the side, perplexed “why? It’s not like ya haven’t seen me in boxers before bro.”

Roman doesn’t turn to face him as he clears his throat and says “yes, well usually your boxers aren’t see through.”

He looks down at himself to see that his rain soaked boxers are indeed see through and laughs “okay well it’s not like you haven’t seen my junk before either, I’m not exactly shy about being nakie~” he accentuates by shaking his hips around; not that Roman is looking.

“Please” Roman says a little strangled, Remus just raises an eyebrow before he saunters off to the bathroom to hang his wet clothes before bounding to his room buck naked; he hears another choked noise from Roman as he notices.

He’s being weird Remus decides and he’s determined to find out why, so when he gets to his clothes he chooses very wisely.

He shimmies his way to the living room -where Roman is starting a fire- in a tight shirt that he tied up to be a belly shirt and a long swishy skirt.

Roman shifts the logs in the fire place “I thought you might want to warm up” he says as Remus plops himself on the couch closest to the fire.

Remus smiles softly at Roman, the flames from the fire place make light dance on his face and Remus can’t stop himself from whispering “beautiful.”

Roman turns his head towards Remus “what was that?”

Remus realises he said that out loud and shakes his head, making water droplets splash Roman a bit.

Roman frowns “your hair is still wet, you need to fully dry off.”

Remus shrugs “my hair is long what do you want from me.”

“Maybe some proper hair care for one, I can’t keep helping you with it if you keep not taking care of it” Roman snarks, but he gets up and walks off to the linen closet to grab a towel anyway and when he comes back he doesn’t just plop the towel on Remus’ head, instead he takes Remus’ hair and begins to dry it off himself.

This is…not something they’ve done before. It’s kind of intimate in a way Remus is not used to, especially with the fire going.

He’s staring at Roman as he works on his hair and he hopes that his facial expression isn’t mirroring his traitor feelings.

“Seriously, you really do need to take better care of your hair, it’s beautiful you know” Roman says unaware of Remus’ building blush, but then he looks at Remus’ face and stops what he was about to say, their faces are close and if he wanted to ruin their relationship he could just lean forward and kiss Roman’s stupid perfect lips right then and there.

A couple of seconds pass with neither brother moving away, and instead it seems like Roman is… inching closer, but that has to just be Remus seeing what he wants, right?

But as the seconds tick on he realises that they’re both moving very slowly towards each other, he glances at Roman’s lips quickly as they’re both now so tantalizingly close to a kiss that Remus has dreamed of for the past year or so.

Roman swallows in anticipation and once they’re about to seal their lips together bright lightning strikes with some ear splitting (it might not have been that loud but since Remus’ ears were already ringing it may as well have been) thunder booms making the twins jump away as the power shuts down with it.

Remus blinks rapidly, Roman is no longer in his face and he was so close, why must the thunderstorm betray him like this!?

Roman clears his throat awkwardly rubbing his neck as he looks away from Remus “I’m sorry” he rasps out.

Remus shakes his head “why?”

Roman snaps his head back to look at Remus, his face is a mix of confusion and disgust “because of that” he says flapping his hand at Remus to try and explain what just happened without actually having to say it.

And he’s not gonna lie (not like he’s any good at lying) he’s hurt.

He scrunches up his face “it’s not like I moved or pushed you away” he says scathingly.

Roman looks down “well you should have” he harshly chides.

Remus narrows his eyes “I didn’t want to.”

Roman’s face contorts into something Remus can’t place as he glances back up, it’s like he’s warring with himself with fluctuating expressions flitting across his face.

Another few minutes pass and Remus is starting to get agitated at the silence, he huffs and gets up “fine” is all he says as he goes to leave, but before he can get too far Roman grabs his wrist from where he’s sitting on the couch and yanks him stumbling down into his lap.

“Wait” is all he says to Remus, like he didn’t just make him wait.

Conflicting signals here and Remus doesn’t particularly enjoy it “what are you doing? You obviously think whatever that was was disgusting so just forget it” he bites out then whispers in a sour tone “don’t fuckin jerk me around.”

Roman is looking at Remus with calculating eyes before surging forwards for a harsh kiss, their teeth clack together at first contact but it doesn’t stop or slow down either twin, in fact it just further stokes the fire in their intentions and Remus bites Roman’s lower lip to get him to open his mouth for his tongue to slide in and explore.

It’s not exactly the romantic kiss Remus was expecting from Roman, but it sure as hell is heated and he guesses that beggars can’t be choosers.

Roman flips their positions on the couch so he arches over Remus to take control and Remus can’t possibly bring himself to combat that, as Remus tangles his hand in Roman’s hair Roman moves from Remus’ mouth to kiss and nip down his jaw to bite at his neck.

“MmRo” Remus moans out wrapping a leg over Roman’s back but once he does Roman abruptly stops and jerks away, a hand flying to his mouth.

“Oh my god” he says in disbelieve and jumps up off the couch to his feet and runs his hand through his hair “oh my god” he says again but this time a little more manic “no, no we can’t do this.”

Remus scoffs “we just did.”

Roman shoots him a look that he can’t quite pinpoint but it doesn’t look good, like he’s having an existential crisis or something “no more, forget this happened” he pleas.

Remus bites his bottom lip to stop himself from snapping something he may regret, instead he gets up not looking at Ro at all as he says “consider it forgotten” before disappearing in his room.

~~

Roman is avoiding him, it’s been about two weeks since their thing and Roman has been avoiding him the entire time.

Not that he himself has come out of his room for much else other than work and the bathroom, but that’s not because he’s avoiding his brother it because he doesn’t know if he can keep himself from saying something that may break both of them if he gets the chance.

So he’s hiding away, it’s the only thing he can think of doing.

The others have come around his room asking him if he was alright and he just nods to them but doesn’t give anything else just in case he happens to blurt something he shouldn’t.

He knows that none of them believe him but they don’t press him for answers either; Virgil has a couple of times sat on his floor leaning against his bed silently if he came in and Remus was just lying there staring off into nothing.

He appreciates all of them worrying about him but he’ll get over this soon enough.

One night very early morning - maybe four- he’s up in the kitchen making tea so he can try and fall asleep when Roman walks in; probably to do the same thing, he stops in the doorway when he sees Remus.

“Oh” is all he says and Remus turns his head away so Roman can’t see his face scrunch up.

He does clear his throat though “you can do whatever you were gonna do, I was about to leave.”

Roman looks pained at the tone but Remus can’t bring himself to apologize for it, cause you know what? Fuck that.

They pass each other, Roman going to the cupboard and Remus out of the kitchen but he swerves back and crosses his arms staring Roman down.

He turns as if he sensed Remus’ stare and sighs “what do you want me to say Rem?”

Remus glares “I’m sick of this” is all he says.

“That’s not an answer.”

“Fine. Why are you avoiding me?”

“I’m no-“

“Don’t fuckin even Ro.”

Roman sighs again “you know why” he say lowly looking away.

“I don’t understand though!”

“What’s there not to understand? We did something we shouldn’t have and I’m having a hard time wrapping my head around it okay?”

“Can you tell me the truth when I ask: did you want it?”

“I-“ he cuts himself off and shakes his head “I don’t know how to answer that…”

Remus tightens his arms around himself and uncertainly says “then, it’s not a no?”

“It’s complicated, how can you not be feeling the same thing?”

And in a small voice he says “because I wanted it, I wanted it so bad” before he turns and leaves.

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