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izzy-b-hands · 5 months

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This was meant to be an excerpt that might or might not go in the in-progress Ed's Midwifery Charge fic, but it maybe turned into a mini fic of its own?

Idk, but it's Izzy and Ed and the baby from the sort of au I've created with that fic and they're so tired. So so tired. (aka I got to relive helping my family stay up with my younger cousins when they were newborns while writing this lmao)

“How about a story about sleeping?” Ed says, voice pitched as high as it can go, strained. “I bet Izzy has a story about sleeping, and going to sleep, and staying asleep-”

Izzy nods as he racks his brain for a story both relevant and baby-appropriate. “There was the night we slept hiding in Jackie's attic.”

“Oh yeah,” Ed doesn't stop moving, still gently bouncing on his feet. “And she nearly caught us fucking midway through the night.”

“I don't think Basilica cares about that part of it.”

“Well, after that night we almost thought we'd be doing this with one of our own,” Ed raises a brow as he moves past Izzy. “So it's a cautionary tale, as well as a lovely story about how nice it is to fall asleep so other people can also sleep. Basilica, I really can’t recommend it enough, the sleeping thing.”

“I can take a turn,” Izzy holds out his arms. “Come on, I know your arms are going numb.”

“Only a little,” Ed turns back and gently deposits Basilica into his arms. “What else can we do here…most people find it soothing to be rocked by a ship; how is the double rocking of us and the ship not doing it for her?”

“We can ask the crew for help,” Izzy murmurs, settling into a gentle rock as he starts to pace the floorboards of Ed's quarters. “They've said they would help-”

“They need to be rested for the next raid,” Ed interrupts. “And on guard in case anyone fucks with us during the night.”

“We could take turns-” Izzy pauses. He can feel the tension rising. This isn't worth the argument. “We could…I don't know, rock more with the ship's motion? We already are, but-”

“Don't discredit any ideas that might win this for us,” Ed murmurs as he walks up behind Izzy and leans, rocking with him.

“She's an infant; it isn't a competit-”

“Shhh,” Ed shushes him and wraps his arms around Izzy's waist. “Just sleeping, and rocking, and the waves are so-”

Ed pauses.

“Is this making you feel a bit sick?” Izzy asks softly. “Because I might admit, for myself-”

“Yeah, no, we gotta stop or I'm gonna hurl,” Ed mutters, but he doesn't move from Izzy's back. “Kid, you need sleep. We need sleep. Please.”

The thing is, Basilica isn't crying. Simply staring up at them with her wide, unfocused eyes. In theory, she could be laid in her bassinet and would potentially fall asleep…

“Dare we try laying her down again?” Izzy asks, half to himself and half to Ed. “She cried the last time.”

“Maybe if we give her a few minutes, she'll relax and stop and try to sleep,” Ed yawns in his ear. “That could be a thing that happens. God, that would be so cool if that happened.”

“You have to let go of me for me to set her down.”

“In a minute,” Ed mumbles, breath warm on his neck, in his hair. “That was a good night, that night in the attic.”

“It was,” Izzy murmurs. He can't help but smile at the memory of it: cuddling with their clothes as a mattress and a rough blanket of Jackie's as their covers, that had turned into teasing and mumbling that they'd be careful, mindful of their lack of condoms (too expensive when they didn't have the scratch to pay for a room at Jackie's, or to at least rent the attic versus hiding in it.)

“Try laying her down,” Ed steps back from him. “I'm sure we can handle a few minutes of crying until she sleeps.”

For the first minute, it seems like they might. She's upset, but not crying too hard or loudly. Just a minute to adjust to not being held, maybe.

“What would you say if I said I kind of want to reenact that night?” Ed steps closer again.

“I…” Izzy sighs. “Would love to say yes. And I think you already know that, but-”

She’s still crying, little face screwed up and tiny fingers curled into fists.

He catches Ed’s gaze. “I don’t think we’re going to get a chance to do that tonight.”

“No, we’re not,” Ed sighs deeply and picks Basilica up again. “They’re gonna start talking about you as the cruel captain of this ship. Not letting people sleep, throwing up on them, being so demanding! But you’re cute enough I think you can get away with it.”

“Do you really want…” Izzy continues hesitantly. “Another night, you and I-”

“I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t mean it,” Ed interrupts. “Do we have any more coffee?”

“No,” Izzy replies, wondering how much Ed really means it. He said he’d meant to have them kill Bonnet, and that hadn’t happened. He’d more than once told him he was done with Jack, wouldn’t let him back onboard to fuck up their and their crew’s lives. That had been false too.

“Then we’re raiding as much for that as we are anything else tomorrow,” Ed frowns. “How the fuck did we run out?”

“We’ve been busy,” Izzy shrugs. “Babies will do that to you, I think. We could stop at the nearest port, sell some of the loot-”

“And risk someone attempting to make good on the bounty on my head?” Ed scoffs as he bounces, Basilica still wailing in his arms. “You really are tired, or I know you wouldn’t have suggested that.”

“I am. I’m sorry.”

For a moment, Ed’s gaze softens. “Yeah. We’re both tired. We’ll take whatever we can from whoever we raid…I keep saying tomorrow, but it’s already tomorrow, isn’t it?”

Izzy nods as he lets himself lean against the nearest wall, to keep himself standing and awake. “It’s past midnight, I know that much.”

“Maybe rocking in the bassinet?” Ed asks, but seemingly more to himself than anyone else, setting Basilica back in it with a pained wince. “I know; I’m so sorry. But you have to sleep, eventually. So do we, and maybe this won’t be so bad, hm? Please stop crying.”

Izzy joins him at the other side of the bassinet, both of them gently tapping it to one side then the other, and he realises Ed is crying. “Ed. If you want to lay down yourself-”

“I just feel bad that she’s still crying,” Ed sniffles, and the tears really start to fall. “We’re doing everything we can and she’s still crying so hard but she’s so little. Have you seen her toes?”

“I have,” Izzy smiles softly. “We’ve been counting them, making sure they aren’t going anywhere.”

He doesn’t mean to allude to what Ed’s done to him, the comment is genuinely a joke. He can recall, as a young child helping his mother, watching excited new parents counting every toe and finger, eyes, tapping the tip of an impossibly tiny nose. He only means that, not what he’s sure Ed is thinking of as Ed looks at him.

“You were this little once.”

“Um,” Izzy nods. “I was. So were you. So were all of us, I presume. Except maybe Buttons, he might have started out as a gull…”

“Your toes were this tiny.” Ed’s gaze upon him feels almost like a burn now, with Ed silently sobbing as he stares.

“They were. I regret they didn’t stay that cute and small, though that probably would have been its own issue. They’re not that cute now, I know that much-”

Ed leans across the bassinet, pausing it in its rocking, and pulls him into a kiss.

As they part, Ed blinks hard. “I’m sorry.”

“What?”

“I,” Ed pauses. “I’m. I don’t want anyone doing that to Basilica. Where can we…who can we give her to, so that won’t ever happen?”

“I don’t know for sure,” Izzy says, and there’s surprise at hearing his own breath hitch, realising there are tears streaming down his own face. “But we’ll do our best. We’ll find someone.”

“I can’t keep doing this,” Ed mutters desperately. “To myself, or to you, or the crew-”

“Okay,” Izzy stands and moves back to Ed, helping him off the floor as Basilica cries. “You lay down.”

“But-”

“Just do it,” Izzy sniffles as he wipes away tears. “Give me a minute.”

It takes another few minutes to set it up, and Ed is beside him again by the second one. “We don’t have enough blankets for this.”

“No, but a traditional blanket fort wouldn’t be safe when she’s this little,” Izzy sighs. “This might work though.”

The floor is littered in the few remaining cushions (most stabbed a few times, but still soft enough), a smattering of their remaining blankets. The rest of the blankets he’s stabbed to the wall, using the multitude of small knives already in various walls around the room. Stretched out and pinned low as they are, it’s the closest he can get to making them a blanket fort that can safely fit the bassinet.

“Here we go,” Ed weeps softly as they lay down inside of it, both helping to rock the bassinet again. “See, you’re okay. We’re all okay. And now that you’re safe and cosy, you can sleep! Please try and sleep.”

“She will,” Izzy says as he adjusts, to get as comfortable as he can. “And so will we. Worse case scenario, Frenchie and Jim take turns leading the raids tomorrow.”

“That’s fine,” Ed mumbles. “Do you think Stede is safe, right now?”

It takes him a moment, to think of how to say it right. To say it how Ed probably needs to hear it, versus how he wants to say it. “I think Stede is okay. I’d bet he’s complaining, maybe a bit cold or somewhere damp, but if he’s back somewhere on the sea like I’m sure he is-”

“You really think that, don’t you?” Ed asks incredulously. “That he’s back out here, looking for us?”

“It wouldn’t surprise me,” Izzy shrugs, gently tapping the bassinet as it leans his way. Inside, Basilica has quieted to sniffles and hiccups, much like himself. Tears never last long for him, even when he wants to cry. It’s like there’s some shut off valve in his mind that keeps them from sticking around. “And he’s probably found his crew again, those that aren’t with us-”

“That we marooned,” Ed interjects. “She’ll never do anything to get herself marooned. And if anyone does maroon you, Basilica, I’ll kill them for you. I swear it.”

Izzy makes a mental note to do his best to keep in touch with whoever takes the baby from them. Even if the letters aren’t monthly or even bi-monthly, Ed will want some reminder that she’s still safe and being well looked after. “And they might not be doing as well as they were. We have his fancy, expensive ship, after all.”

“We do,” Ed nods. “You really don’t mind it?”

“It’s ostentatious. He made certain choices I wouldn’t, for the overall health of the ship but…she is very pretty.”

It’s right on the cusp of awkward, and he’s aware of how carelessly they’re dancing on it. But they haven’t been this open and honest with each other in years, and there’s an ache in his chest as he realises how much he’s been missing it.

“She is,” Ed nods again. “Oh, but this is even prettier. Someone’s sleeping.”

Basilica is, finally, lightly sleeping. Tiny chest moving up and down, the occasional sniffle still from all her crying.

“We can sleep now too,” Izzy smiles softly.

“We can,” Ed sighs. “But maybe a few more minutes up. Just want to make sure she’s still-”

“Breathing?” Izzy adds. “Yeah, I know. I mean, she’s fine. We can see that.”

“We can,” Ed says as he adjusts, cracking his back in the process. He winces at the sound. “Sorry. But if we sleep right away, and something happens to change that-”

“I’d never forgive myself,” Izzy interrupts.

“Me neither,” Ed breathes out, and Izzy realises they’ve both been holding their breaths in time with Basilica’s breathing. “A few more minutes awake then, to be safe.”

“Or an hour.”

“Or two.”

The time doesn’t really matter. As exhausted as he is, he doesn’t want the bubble of the moment to burst. They’re not exactly happy, they’re not exactly safe, but this is better than it’s been by a lot. Better than he feels he’d have any right to ask for.

#text post #long post #i wanna ship tag this but i admit I am nervous #i know this won't be everyone's cup of tea but. im proud of this and the whole idea and au silly as it is lmao

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take-ya-to-the-ghey-bar · 11 months

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While i'm over here rubbing braincells together to get some writing and such done, just wanted to make quick mention of the fact that i recently updated part of my verses page~ Namely to note the two variations of my catboy and kitsune AUs for Micchan--

Seeing as i've committed to giving both a standard, and ABO/Omegaverse version-- {which, details related to the latter can be found here, as i haven't yet bothered to make it a proper HC post--}

Just thought i'd make a post to mention this-- So that mutuals are more aware of it and free to pick which version of either verse they'd like to use when interacting in them~

#{|ooc post|}#and just to make note-- if the version of the verse isn't specified-- then i'll pick the standard/non-ABO version #unless it's for an ask and my gut says the opposite would be more fitting--#but generally i won't just spring that into a starter or thread lol-- as i know that genre isn't everyone's cup of tea

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astonmartinii · 8 months

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loving on a sunday | lando norris social media au

pairing: lando norris x reader

y/n and lando, the grid and an honest attempt at a sunday roast

masterlist if you want to leave a tip x

yourusername

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yourusername: warning !! do not own a nice country house and farm because you will get lumped with the annual post season grid dinner, SEB PLEASE COME BACK I CAN"T TAKE THIS RESPONSIBILITY @landonorris what are you going to do when they find out you can't cook?

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user1: learning that lando can't cook is the least surprising thing in the entire world

user2: i'm sorry post season grid dinner? brb just going to cry my eyes out why haven't we heard of this before

user3: for my mental health i need photographic evidence asap

landonorris: way to bait me out in front of the whole world, thanks babe

yourusername: i'm sorry but if this crashes and burns i need people to know that it was your fault (because it defo would be)

landonorris: where is the faith? you back me to win every race but won't back me to make some roast potatoes :(

yourusername: babe when i was sick you burnt the soup so bad we had to throw the pan out

landonorris: I TRIED I WAS STRESSED YOU WERE SICK

yourusername: awwww babe, but it was le crueset and literally cost more than my life

sebastianvettel: it's been an honour to host it but i know you and lando will do great, send me all the photos !

yourusername: thank you seb, please come visit the farm at some point xx

landonorris: see i knew seb would have faith in me thanks mate

user4: lando's gf being a farm girl makes so much sense but also no sense what so ever

yourusername: tis the south west babe it's either banksy or farmers and nothing in between

landonorris

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landonorris: should be peeling potatoes right now she's too pretty

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user10: oh to be a kitty cat being cuddled by y/n

yourusername: you're such a smooth talker babe but those potatoes won't peel themselves

landonorris: my years of being teammates with carlos has come in clutch

yourusername: you still suck at flirting i just love you so i still swoon, any other person would probably laugh in your face

landonorris: gonna ignore the insult and focus on the fact that you love me

user11: i swear every time i see y/n she's with another animal i've never seen before

yourusername: my farm is a safe haven for any animal, if they find themselves there they'll leave with a full tummy and a good load of cuddles

maxverstappen1: if lando is on potato duty does this mean we won't get them? they're my favourite part of a roast y/n PLEASE STEP IN

landonorris: oh wow i see how it is

maxverstappen1: i'm dutch i'm so serious about my potatoes

landonorris: i also don't fuck around about roast potatoes HAVE FAITH

user12: can we start a petition for lando to stream this? like at least the cooking portion

yourusername: watching my nervous breakdown live would not be ethical

landonorris: it's true she threw a carrot at my head the first time she cooked for my family

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oscarpiastri: officially a farm boy for the week (also known as third wheeling for seven days)

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user15: omg oscar went early? my mclaren heart is so full

yourusername: so so happy to have you here osc!! though you're not any more trustworthy in the kitchen

oscarpiastri: i'd defend myself but we've all seen me fail to boil an egg

yourusername: you tried your best !! but you've mastered the english tea which is a massive asset

oscarpiastri: i think i'd lose my seat if i couldn't make a cup of tea

user16: obsessed with y/n dragging everyone for being menaces in the kitchen

user17: love how oscar was like: post lando? no. post ducks? yes.

landonorris: mate you asked to come early don't complain about third wheeling now

oscarpiastri: i know i asked to come early but if y'all could lay off the soft porn for two seconds would be appreciated

landonorris: don't pretend you don't enjoy it mate ;)

yourusername: lando don't be mean :(

landonorris: i'm sorry oscar, i'm sure you don't enjoy watching us be happy

oscarpiastri: thanks i guess?

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charles_leclerc: sad to announce i've been banned from the kitchen:( even banned from making drinks as well

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user18: this is defo the banning i agree with, we all saw the vlog with the pesto pasta

user19: tbf i've come to the conclusion the one person y/n would let into the kitchen is seb

yourusername: you're not wrong

user20: i need a chick in my dungarees right now

yourusername: why are you complaining about a free pass to sit on the couch and have someone else cook for you?

charles_leclerc: well when you put it like that ....

landonorris: let me revoke all of my previous complaints

yourusername: you know i like to treat you baby

charles_leclerc: why thank you y/n but that's an inappropriate thing to say while in a relationship

yourusername: it was in reply to lando's comment charles 😭

landonorris: guy forgot he could read for a second

charles_leclerc: MY BAD

user21: i know charles didn't come to a farm in all white

yourusername: i regret to inform you he did (it's all designer as well)

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yourusername: sunday roasts are my love language, so happy to host the grid dinner with the love of my life

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user23: at first i thought she was being a bit too serious about this but that roast looks like it BANGS

user24: legit i need one asap

georgerussell63: carmen wants the recipe please and thank you

yourusername: bring her to the farm next time we're free and i'll teach her in person

carmenmundt: thank you darling

yourusername: anything for you

landonorris: ummm what about the guy you called the love of your life in the caption?

yourusername: i love you but i've tried to teach you to cook way too many times

user25: i'm sorry lando is so sexy

user26: forget lando, every pic i've seen of this house is the sexiest thing in the world

carlossainz55: thank you for hosting y/n and lando!! i had a great time see you on new years

yourusername: no worries chilli

maxverstappen1: the roast was the best thing i've ever eaten, i'll only dock points because i had to top and tail with daniel

yourusername: i didn't see you complain when i walked in on you guys cuddling

danielricciardo: you told me you loved it :(

maxverstappen1: i did !!! i enjoyed all of it, especially the roast though

landonorris: second to a roast @danielricciardo that's tough

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landonorris: so honoured to host the grid dinner and take over from such an inspiration in seb!! but mostly thanks to y/n for hosting at her farm and putting together an amazing dinner and weekend - also thanks for not killing the grid, i defo would have

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user27: i would've given a kidney to be there for real

lewishamilton: thank you for having us and for the sick nut roast

yourusername: we love you and roscoe !! and vegans are always welcome on my farm

user28: ROSCOE WENT?

yukitsunoda0511: thank you y/n i no longer think that english food is an abomination

yourusername: wow thank you yuki, i knew it would be hard when your only exposure was ... milton keynes

landonorris: wow my girlfriend is a miracle worker, and you're welcome yuki san we loved having you

user29: watching lando go from rookie to hosting the grid dinner, i'm soft

oscarpiastri: i love it here i'm sorry you're not getting rid of me

yourusername: no worries osc, you can stay as long as you want

landonorris: no complaining about third wheeling though, you're basically our child now

user30: experienced racer and rookie teammate friendships are so special to ME

danielricciardo: glad i managed to get my seat back just for this roast tbf

landonorris: not cause you missed me?

danielricciardo: eh i guess so

yourusername: just let me know when you're in england and you can come over for another

#f1 #f1 x you #f1 instagram au #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #lando norris #lando norris insta au #lando norris x you #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine

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jayflrt · 3 months

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𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝟕𝟖𝟔 teaser

SUMMARY ▸ private investigator jay park just wants to complete his mission quietly and move on with his life. you, his new assignment who keeps consuming his thoughts, don't make that very easy for him.

GENRES ▸ social media au (smau), smut, fluff, angst, mystery, drama, enemies to lovers au, college au, rich kid au

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ hello !! guess who's back with a new smau 🧎‍♀️might not be everyone's cup of tea but this one is on the heavier, serious side (my hand at angst!) so be warned you will be meeting a lot of toxic characters who face consequences for their actions !! i will keep you all updated on when i start posting chapters!! from then on it'll be daily updates unless smthn comes up but i'll let y'all know :') also there is clearly a lot of context missing for the teaser but it'll all make sense later �� thank you for checking this out !! 🤍

TAG LIST ▸ OPEN (send an ask or comment to be added. i also won't be using my permanent tag list here because i realize it's outdated and not sure if the people on it are still active/want to be added 🤧)

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lynnlovesthestars · 6 months

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The sun, the moon and the stars.

Pairing: Astarion x reader.

Synopsis: with the solution in your hands, you give back Astarion all he has lost.

Genre: fluff, a tiny bit of angst, kinda smut but not graphic?

Warnings: mentions of insecurities and self doubt, mention of past abuse, death. Extra warning: Astarion being so loving and caring. Tav/reader taking risks for Astarion. Post act 3.

WC: 5k

Alternate name: Curses, Undead, Deseases.

Author's note: Hello everyone, before i posted "One and only" I didn't expect it to be loved so much, but after seeing the love it received, I took it to my heart to grant your wish. So here it is, the part two of One and Only, which I'll link down here.

One and Only.

Taglist: @skittleabyss

Cure for vampirism: kill and resurrect the vampire with a scroll of true resurrection or, use a scroll of wish and hope you won't fuck it up.

Finally the scroll was in your hands, the legendary wish.

The great Mordenkainen spoke plenty of this spell, the inevitable results of using it and the power it held.

The risks were great, like being sick and weak for weeks, and the chance you might never be able to cast the spell ever again. It was a one shot enchantment, and you would have done it in a heartbeat if it meant your Astarion would be free from vampirism, even if it meant not being able to control the weave ever again.

You were all on the floor, weighing the situation while you read and reread the spell.

Astarion sat next to you, his hands shaking as he kneaded your thigh. The adrenaline from the fight was still cursing through your bodies, even though you were all eagerly to get over with this, you knew that it'd be better to cast the spell in the safety of your home, where you could rest right away.

Gale spent the whole trip explaining the hows and whats of the spell, especially the risks, trying to remind you that there could have been other ways. nevertheless your mind was set. You would risk it all for Astarion.

Everyone scattered around the living room, tea cups were all over the place to ease everyone's nerves as you mentally repeated what you were going to ask.

Shadowheart protected your home, making sure you could feel safe as you rested afterwards.

Wyll was sitting close to you, in case you would pass out and needed to be carried to bed.

Gale was reading and rereading Mordenkainen's tome to make sure there was no trap.

Karlach was trying to cheer everyone up, offering hugs to everyone.

When she planted herself in front of Astarion, ready to beg him to be hugged, he took her by surprise.

He was shaking ever so slightly, the pure anxiety was ebbing through his veins, he was not going to back away from an hug.

"Can you stay next to me? I trust you" He smiled weakly as she squealed happily.

"Of course" She beamed. She took the spot next to Astarion and opened her arms to wrap the pale elf's body in her warm embrace.

When you finally raised your eyes, ready to cast the wish, you locked eyes with everyone one at a time.

All your friends were gathered there because they loved you and Astarion, and were not going to miss the moment. Even Lae'zel was uncharacteristically sweet, even in her harsh and bitter words. "Tck, you better not come back as a zombie, cause I don't know what zombies need" She scoffed. "And you already reeked like this, I can't stand zombie stench at all". She said scrunching her nose.

You took a long breath and lastly locked eyes with Astarion, exchanging a nod as the silence fell around you.

The knot in your throat was tight, your words almost were strangled out of your lips.

"I wish.." You could feel the air being knocked out of your chest. "That Astarion Acunin" the words wrapped around your throat tightly, the magic vividly ebbing from your body for everyone to see. "Could be" The soft blue-purple glow flowing out of your body, wrapped around Astarion's throat, making him breath harder. "Cured.." You felt the word drain you almost completely. "From vampirism and" You breaths were heavy, worry in everyone's eyes while you didn't stop. "Could live his life as elf" You were shaking, threatening to hit the ground, but no one had to intervene, you had to endure it all alone, for him.

"Like before being turned" As you spoke the last word, the magic that was holding you in a chokehold suddenly released you. The magical flow disappeared in Astarion as you fell to the ground, and him with you.

Everyone scrambled around the room, checking for pulses and bringing you to your shared bed.

They tucked you under the comforter, as they planned turns to take care of you both.

They didn't know how long it would take for you to wake again, but they concentrated on things they had power to do.

Your body was heavy with an inexplicable tiredness. Your eyelids felt like bricks as you fought to open them.

The soft light of the sunrise filtered through the curtains of the room, almost blinding you for a moment.

You were in your bed, tucked in and warm. An arm was wrapped around your waist protectively as you could hear the faint chatting coming from the other rooms.

You turned to look around you,then it hit you.

The arm around you, it was warm. The complexion was still pale, yet it looked like it was almost a very faint shade of pink.

You almost jolted up, if it wasn't for your limbs, that grounded you, startling the sleeping Astarion next to you.

He gasped as he awoke suddenly, his eyes squeezing for a moment before opening wide at the realization that you were awake.

He didn't change much, his body at the end of the day was mostly the same, if not for the color that he regained.

His hair was a mess from sleep, the soft white curls were all over the place, untamed. His cheeks, nose and lips were warm with a pinkish blush, and his eyes.

Oh his beautiful scarlet eyes were still there, but softer. A shade that was more pinkish blue, than red. A color so soft that swirled peacefully. His canines were still slightly vampiresque, but way duller than before.

And when you leaned in his arms, you could feel it. His heartbeat, fast in the beginning, probably from the scare, but then rhythmic as it calmed down.

Astarion's arms wrapped around you, pushing you tightly against him as he sunk back in the comfort of the bed.

Your eyes filled with tears, before you could even process the elf in front of you.

"We did it" You sobbed in his tight embrace, relishing the newfound warmth.

"No my love.." He whispered as his own eyes were teary, threatening to spill any second. "You did it" He placed a soft kiss on the top of your head. "You cured me and I will be forever grateful for this gift" He lulled you, gently tapping his fingers on your skin.

You sobbed harder, your arms wrapping around him as well as you allowed the realization to completely hit you.

You weren't quite sure what day it was, or how long Astarion has been cradling you close to him, but you didn't care anymore.

Only when you finally regained a bit of your control, your head started filling with questions.

"How long have i been out?" You asked, before yawning.

"So.. if i did the math correctly" He counted on his fingers before beaming. "You sleep for a whole week. I fed you and hydrated you as you rested. The wish literally drained you" He gently raised your chin to look at you, a tender smile spread over his face, along with the warmth of a blush.

He took in your beauty, gently tracing the tip of your pointed ear to your cheek, resting his palm on it.

Your body chased the warmth of his touch, leaning into it.

"How long were you asleep instead?" You asked as your body was melting.

"The thing is, I didn't sleep" He shrugged. "Gale gave me a long and boring explanation of what happened, but I'm going to take out all the useless informations he added" He explained, waving his hand in the air. You couldn't help but snort at the remark.

"Anyway, making it quick, you killed me" He blurted out, making you jolt up confused, your mouth hung open and your index finger pointed up as you were about to ask something. Then you curled back your fingers and closed your mouth, thoughtful.

"Basically the cure for vampirism involves killing the vampire and using true resurrection on the body or soul" In a way it made sense, cause a vampire is a dead person turned into undead, reason why restoration spells and curing curses wouldn't be effective. You didn't have to remove a disease either, but revert the body back to its original form. And the only way was true resurrection.

"Oh, cause the spell would be able to bind your soul back to your body completely, reversing death instead of just raising you as undead as vampirism does" You whisper shouted as you connected the dots. "But your death was way past 200 years ago" You remembered.

"I'm glad you remembered how long it's been since my first death" He tucked a stray hair behind his ear. "But apparently that's where the wish spell comes in aid" He kissed the top of your nose.

"It erased the time clause from the spell, since it was a wish" He smiled.

"Mhmh makes sense" You whispered as you tapped a finger on your chin and slowly eased again in the silence.

There was so much you wanted to say in that moment, like the fine print of the spell, whether he could already walk in the sun freely now, how did he feel, and so many more questions about this new story you were going to start together, but your body started growing heavy and thick again, drawing you back in your sleep, but this time you were lulled by Astarion's steady heartbeat.

Hours later you woke up still in Astarion’s lap, though now he was using a magic hand to read a book that you couldn’t quite recognize.

“That’s a very smart use of a magic hand” You stretched your arms, squinted and yawned loudly.

“It is, and this book has been very enlightening as well” He flips pages quickly, getting back to one that had a bookmark.

“Really?” You asked mindlessly as you rested your head on his shoulder.

He nodded, skimming through the page looking for a specific paragraph.

“I always wondered why you choose to sleep every night, aren’t you bothered by the weird dreams?” He asked. He never thought about it until he started reading this guide he found with the wish scroll. It was a book by Mordenkainen himself which spoke of his studies of all the races he encountered. He picked it up to read about what he missed through the decades about his culture and habits, just in case elves grew a new horn at a certain age or something. Dying so young, really cut off a huge chunk of his youth. At the time he was still considered young by his family, he was looking forward to that 100 birthday so much. At least he was glad he kept his youngish self for a little longer than his peers. if that really mattered.

“Mh, no I like them” You mumbled, another yawn escaping between one word and the other. “I found meditating boring, what even is the point of relieving past experiences when most of the memories are negative?” You shrugged, slowly stretching your legs.

“I never thought about that” He was definitely contemplating ditching meditation, if he had to see less of the memories, and more of.. anything but that. He usually slept when you happened to fall asleep next to him, or while you were traveling, and everyone would take their sweet time in the morning. He didn’t need to be up for 8 hours so why not just sleep, he always thought.

“You should do it more often” You smiled at him as you crawled out of his embrace, already missing the warmth of his chest, but you needed something to eat, a whole week asleep really took a toll on your stomach.

The house was still crawling with friends lounging all over, even withers found a corner for himself, in case a resurrection was needed, funny since the conditions of this party, you thought.

Whoever allowed Gale in your kitchen would pay the price. You walked slowly towards the chair in the kitchen, making sure you could hold on to the wall, in case your body decided to be too tired to move.

Gale didn't notice you joined until he turned and unexpectedly saw you sat with your arms crossed, staring stoically at him.

The most satisfying part? The squeal he let out, though it didn't last long. In an instant he was next to you handing you a glass of water.

"How are you feeling?" He asked as he sat in front of you, playing with a peanut he got from your nuts basket.

"Groggy" you mumbled. "Tired" You took your time stretching a little more. "It truly drained me" You leaned on the table wondering what to fill your stomach with.

"I cannot even imagine" He patted your back. "Though actually i could since the netherese orb whole ordeal" He mumbled.

"The price a man must pay to seduce a goddess" You rolled your eyes jokingly.

"Ehy, if you knew Mystra, you'd do the same" He poked your shoulder before handing you a fruit that was laying nearby.

You rose from the table, taking a bite from the apple he gave you. "No, I don't think I would. I'm more the whole I will fix your vampirism I promise, person" You shrugged before taking another big bite.

"I would have never guessed" He laughed.

"Oh so I'm a type, you did this for other spawns?" Astarion chimed while wrapping his arms around you, and placing a kiss on the crown of your head.

"Yeah, don't you know?" You took the last bite from the fruit before attempting to throw it in the trash. "I've kept a diary with all the names of the spawns I saved" You picked up a piece of paper nearby and scribbled a few names all over the paper, and handed it to Astarion.

"So, we got: Astarion, the annoying one, the mysterious one that almost cut my throat, the one that almost sucked me dry, the one that I recently casted a wish spell for" Astarion counted on his fingers. "Damn that's a lot of people right there, you must be an expert" He joked as he folded the paper.

"Of course, don't you see?" You pointed at yourself, sluggish on the chair. "I'm so good at it, I'm not even tired" You jokingly dropped your upper body on the table, faking to be asleep.

"Well, this is my time to leave the room" Gale awkwardly said before standing up and quickly escaping the kitchen.

"I've got sad news for you, my dear expert" Astarion took the seat in front of you, and took your hand in his, absolutely ignoring your friend. You didn't even wait to raise your head, you were already lost in his eyes. "You don't have all the names of the spawns you freed." He poked your nose.

"Mh, who's missing?" You smiled at him as the sly grin appeared on Astarion's lips.

"You will know in due time"

When was the due time? You had absolutely no clue. A few days passed by, everyone left when they were sure you were at least able to move on your own, and Astarion was remembering his physical needs. For so long he only drank blood, and for most of his life, it was very inconsistent as well, so they just made sure he had all the necessary to stay hydrated and well fed, while you were still recovering.

One afternoon you were sitting outside on the porch, the chirping of the birds and the whooshing of the trees was the only sound around you. You enjoyed the warmth of the sun as you waited for Astarion to join you. You had planned a nice picnic in your garden, so together you could enjoy your first sunset since he was a normal elf again.

Astarion just appeared from the door, mittens in hand as he carried out a tray. You could still see the steam coming from it as you were eager to know what he had been fumbling with in the kitchen.

"My darling, they might look wonky, but I promise you, they are way better than what they seem" He smiled, as he placed the tray on top of the low table you set up outside for the two of you.

They did indeed smell delicious, though the cookies looked like they lost their shape.

You couldn't hold back your smile as you picked one that looked like a disfigured kobold.

As you took a bite of it, Astarion joined you. "Wow that's how you treat our dear Wyll uh?" he asked, trying to not laugh at his own joke.

"That was Wyll?!" You took another bite of it, the look of fake surprise on your lips was adorable.

"Didn't you notice the detail of the fake eye and the horns? I thought it was pretty obvious" He joke-scoffed as he relaxed.

For a moment you couldn't believe this was real: the soft breeze lullying you and Astarion as you had a late afternoon snack together. You no longer had to worry about the sun burning to ashes your other half, or to eat alone, though Astarion always sat at the table with you. You didn't have to worry about excuses or mirrors that wouldn't dare to reflect Astarion's beauty.

Just the thought of mirrors brought you back two memories you held dearly: the night you helped him read his back, and the first time after 2 centuries that he could see himself with his own eyes, rather than through yours.

It was the same night you finally awoke after a whole week. He had waited through that week eagerly, as you recovered. All those things that he lost the habit of doing, he wanted to experience them with you.

So you both stood in front of the mirror, you were behind him, your arms tightly wrapped against his hips and your head on his shoulder, as he stared wide-eyed at his reflection.

"See?" You twirled one of those curls that fell in front of his face. "This is what I mean" you gently twisted his head so he could see better his ear and the way his curls wrapped behind it.

He was speechless as you guided him through all those things you always swore to love, but sounded silly for him.

You even ended up telling him a joke about kobolds and goblins to steal a smile from his lips, just enough you could show him those creases that made your knees like jelly.

But the more he'd look at the reflection, the more he'd notice also the details he always dreaded would forever haunt him: like the bite mark on his neck, so deep that it never healed properly, or the scar he never knew was on his shoulder. It was a cold shower while you were trying to cheer him up, and he was so sad because he thought he ruined such a lovely moment between the two of you, focusing on the wrong details.

The one thing he was truly afraid of though, was looking at the rest of the body, the back in particular, terrified of what gruesome scars might have harbored between his shoulder blades, so he didn't dare yet.

He wore his best smile as he turned your way, placing a tender kiss on your lips before muttering—

"My love, are you alright?" He asked, sitting closer to you, and placing a hand on your thigh, drawing slow circles, bringing you back to your picnic and away from memories.

"Yeah, sorry" You muttered, still half lost in the memories. "I just remembered your smile, and I couldn't stop. '' You said softly, your cheeks warming up at the look on Astarion's face. His eyes were wide and soft, so beautiful as the sunset light started to reflect in them. The now softer red of his irises danced and swirled with the soft shades of pink that twinkled reflected. His lips were turned in a grin that he couldn't wipe away even if the world would be crushing on him. Even his ears had a cute reaction as the tips twitched for a moment.

Lastly his cheeks flushed, a sight that was so unique, as they took the colors of peaches.

He wanted to kiss you now that you were so close, but then his mind connected the dots, and he couldn't help but yelp ever so slightly at the realization.

"My love" He called lovingly, his gaze not leaving yours as you admired him. It was not about the admiring itself, but the love those eyes were shining with. Eyes that twinkled like that only for one, him.

A soft hum was your answer as you just enjoyed the little corner of peace you were sharing.

"In the beginning I thought me and you were like the sun and the moon, destined to chase each other and never meet in the middle. Even before we knew each other, deep down- very very deep down I might point out- I would dream of a love like this, of being rescued by a kind soul that would teach me what I never had the chance to experience." He didn't stop, he poured it all like a river during a high moon. "And even in those dreams, you were a fleeting presence, you'd run around kissing everyone's cheeks, and meeting with me in those small moments when the sun and moon would be next to each other"

You could see the raw emotions seeping through his eyes as he just let it all out, while you listened devotedly.

"I wonder if in those two hundred years, we met accidentally down the roads of Baldur's Gate. If by any chance we stumbled upon each other as we were running for errands. If the universe tried to bring us together earlier but failed over and over again" He sighed, taking a long breath before starting again.

He didn't notice your hand reaching for his and cupping it with your fingers, until the pads of your thumb brushed delicately against his knuckles.

"But then we met, and you were no longer running away. Yet I was so afraid that I ended up being the one who did, and you chased me" He smiled ever so softly.

"I was truly awful to you if I think back. I initially planned to toy with your feelings to have a safety net, and instead I had you there, poking with your dexterous fingers where no one ever did. You came every morning, before leaving camp, to say hi. You offered your neck to me and trusted me, it was so new. All of it."

He unclasped your hand, bringing it to your cheek, and caressing it.

"Then I saw it. We were no longer the moon and the sun. We became the moon and the stars. You were there in all that darkness. You listened to a story that would make anyone weep in pity, and yet you offered me a shoulder to cry on and ears willing to hear. You offered a heart to share the burden with, willing to help me carry it. You were my moon, the light that I couldn't help but yearn for. So I became the stars, lingering around you and taking in all those little things you'd do." He could feel his chest tighten as he went on, seeing the way your eyes would soften by the minutes.

"You taught me all. With you I didn't have to be afraid of being myself, I didn't need to be afraid cause you had my back. I didn't have to charm my way through you, and despite the fact that I could give you nothing, you still managed to patiently give me your everything. You taught me love, something I've never thought I could feel, in any way" He leaned forward, placing a ever so soft kiss on your forehead before sitting back.

You were still there where you leaned as well, your eyes yet to open. Then he spoke again, his voice low yet delicate.

"And I will be forever grateful for it, my love. I will forever be grateful for you to be in my life. I will be grateful of the gifts you made me, giving me a second chance at life" It was something he couldn't fully explain, and neither could you, how naturally you two fit together. How the universe made sure his arms would perfectly wrap around your waist, or how he could shake you like no one ever could. The fates truly took their time threading you two together, and you both were grateful for it.

A calm was between you two, silence filling where words could have been, silence where you allowed your eyes to say it all. Yet that silence was abruptly stopped.

"So my love." He took a long breath, mustering all his love in his heart before gifting it to you. "I was wondering if you'd like to share the night sky with me forever, until the end of time." You smiled, and he swore he saw the universe in your irises.

"I thought it was obvious, my star." You brushed your thumb along his cheek. "I'd cross the nine hells if it meant staying by your side. I'd sail the elemental planes and even at the edge of the universe if it meant to kiss you" You leaned in, your lips barely caressing his in the most delicate and pure kiss.

He hummed, closing his eyes at your warmth, but quickly brought himself back to the reality around you.

"So" He cleared his throat, swiftly reaching into his pocket. "My moon, will you marry me?" His words came out so full, like he wanted to scream the question into the void, and yet so gentle, like he was holding a single flower in his palm, out for you.

Warm tears traced your cheeks as your heart swelled. You wanted to say it out loud, to yell it. Yet the words were stuck in your throat behind the trembling lips as you were so overwhelmed.

Your head did it all for you, nodding before you could control the rest of your body.

Your touch was delicate against his chest, even when you were pushing him to have him lay down.

You towered over him, as you gripped the collar of his shirt, and crushed your lips together.

You poured every drop of you to him, cause you were his and only his.

He didn't let go of you, or of your kiss. He basked in the slow dance you were making together, while the cookies and the ring laid forgotten on the table. You don't know how or when you moved back inside, your bodies still flush against each other, and your lips still tangled.

It was something so harmonious, the way you'd moan in his lips, as he grazed your skin. You were one as you made love over and over again. So tender, slow, emotional.

Sometimes tears would swell on your eyes just for a brief moment as you'd profess your love to each other between those choked moans.

You were truly the other piece of him. The only one that would fit perfectly wrapped around his hips, and still perfect when he'd be tangled in your limbs, coaxing those sweet sounds that drove him insane. You were perfect when your arms held him to you, and perfect when he filled you to the brim.

He wanted to say so many things as you showed him the stars, as his head rested in the crook of your neck while he could feel his body lose control over and over again. For you, with you, in you.

"I'll be yours in every universe" He'd kiss your shoulder.

"L-love you in every life" He'd lock your leg on his hip.

"M-my moon" He'd moan as he'd spill in your warmth.

He was glad they were alone, secluded away from any prying ears, cause all he wanted was to drown in the sweet sounds of the love you'd give to each other.

And then you laid in his arms. Your head pressed against his chest as your bodies grew tired, as your legs were still tangled with his while he'd whisper sweet nothings in your ear.

"I'll never love again the way I love you" He'd let his fingers trace the hills and dips of your body, and for a moment he'd indulge in thoughts he always feared to cross his mind; like his hands cradling your swollen belly, or the tiny life you'd protect with every fiber of your beings. The byproduct of your love asleep in his arms. He dared to dream about growing old by your side, and for a moment he dared to imagine meeting you in his next life, but this time he'd waste no time.

Like that, he'd also forget about that folded piece of paper in his pocket where he added one more name to the list. He wanted to finally uncover the mysterious person you saved: your husband.

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ivy-loves-chocolate · 19 days

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Texting them “I need you right now”

Note: hi everyone! So sorry for not posting in months, life wasn't easy on me. I managed to sort things out (hopefully they will stay organised this time, or else I'm starting a new life in Spain), and I plan to write more. I'm also taking commissions again (the financial situation it's not good, so every commission would help me a lot!). Anyway, I haven't written anything since January, so please be kind with me.

He won't see your text right away because he's a busy man. After he has some free time, he checks his phone and immediately opens the chat with you, ignoring everyone else.

"What is it, sweetheart?"

"I just don't feel okay. Can you come over?"

The text is demanding, and he knows something is wrong with you, so he tries to finish faster whatever he had planned for that day, which he fails because he is constantly thinking about you. So, he dropped everything and came to you.

Wesker is a man of his word, so he arrives on time.

"Have you been crying, my love?" he asked as he saw that your eyes were all red and your face was swollen.

"Yeah...petty reason."

"If it was petty, you wouldn't have called me."

You wasted no time and threw yourself in his arms, sinking into his embrace and burring your face into his chest.

Being busy all the time, you barely see him. Maybe once a month nowadays, and this long wait only contributed to your sadness. You yearned to talk with someone like him because he made you feel safe. You knew he was listening, and you knew he didn't judge. Also, he would comfort you with small kisses and gentle touches and would praise you for being strong.

He moved you to your sofa, made your favourite tea, and listened carefully as you talked about your worries and recent unfortunate events.

During that time, he received a lot of calls and texts, but he turned his phone on silent because his main priority was you.

He hugged you tight, telling you that he'd always be there for you, no matter what. One hand would gently massage your hair, and the other would massage your back. It hurt him so damn much to see you like this and hear you sob in his arms. He wanted to hurt everyone who caused you to end up like this, and he was very vocal about his intentions.

"You can't protect me from the world, Albert. All you can do is be here for me when I need it."

He didn't like your response or agree with your opinion, but for now, he kept you tight to his chest.

He usually stays until you feel better, and then he leaves to do his work. He will be worried all day because you're still on his mind, so he checks on you frequently, promising to take you on a small trip to calm your mind.

The government agent is always busy. He's either stuck in his office completing paperwork, training new recruits, or on a mission on the other side of the globe.

He wasn't away on the field, so when he saw your text, he immediately responded. Even if he was busy doing desk duty or fighting, he would try to respond asap (he will hide in a corner if he had to, if that means he'll get five minutes of peace to text you back because he knows how worried you can get).

"What's wrong, doll?"

"I don't feel well. Can you come over?"

A pretty demanding text means an urgent need, so he left early, abandoning everything he had scheduled for today. That annoyed some of his superiors, but he got away without much trouble.

Leon tried his best to arrive on time. He was being pressured by time and worry; he drove like a maniac to your place on his motorcycle, but he stopped to buy your favorite sweets.

"I bought you something good," he said, smiling in the doorframe and opening the bag to show the inside. However, his smile dropped.

"Have you been crying?" he asked, quickly cupping your face and caressing your cheeks with his thumbs. Your face was flushed and very warm to the touch, and your eyes were swollen and teary.

"Yeah...petty reason."

"You don't cry like that for a petty reason," he said as he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. You quickly hugged him and burried your nose at the crook of his neck. He hugged you back tight, a trail of kisses caressing your skin, starting from your neck to your face.

He guided you to the bed, where he listened to you and held you tight. His fingers kept brushing over your face, and his lips would occasionally press tiny, affectionate kisses over your skin. His body was glued to yours, and the warmth from such an intimate embrace made you feel safe. You felt safe not only to express your emotions, but you also felt sheltered from the rest of the world.

"You are not alone," he whispered as his hand caressed your back in a gentle manner. "I told you, no matter how hard it gets, we'll find a way to get through it together."

He usually stays until he makes sure you feel better. After that, he texts you the whole day, asking how you feel because he can't ease his own anxiety. He promised to take you on a vacation.

He noticed your text right away, but he's stuck with his research and can't reply instantly. He will text you back as soon as he can.

"What's wrong, mi bella princesa?"

"I just don't feel okay. Can you come over?"

With much difficulty and a lot of excuses, he manages to leave his laboratory and come to your place.

Upon seeing your red and watery eyes, he quickly came inside and cupped your face.

"Have you been crying?" he asked, worried, his fingers brushing over your warm, red cheeks.

"yeah...petty reasons." You tried your best to smile.

"Querida, you don't cry like that because of petty reasons." He gently kissed your forehead.

He pulled closer to him, and you quickly hugged him, buring your face into his chest. Luis kept kissing you and whispering kind words to help you feel better.

"Just talk to me, ok? There isn't anything in this world that we can't get through."

Despite the firm grip around your body, he managed to caress you with tenderness. His strokes were as delicate as a feather, and every soft kiss felt warm and loving.

He was so kind and gentle, and his attitude only made you more vulnerable, so you started crying again.

"Please, my love, don't cry. It breaks my heart to see you like this." He whispered.

He guided you to the bed and cuddled with you. His arms were wrapped around your body, and his nose was buried in your hair.

"Is there anything I can do to make it all go away?" He said, hand stroking your back.

"No, just hold me like this."

It breaks his heart to see you like that, so he kept thinking about making you feel better.

"How about you and I go for a walk?" He said this as his fingers ran through your smooth hair. "Or we can stay here and cuddle; watch that movie you like. I can make something to eat, and we can relax."

"It sounds good," you said, your smile making a shy return. "I'm sorry if I freaked you out."

"it's fine." He pressed a lingering kiss on your cheek. "You know I'm always here for you."

"I know, and I appreciate that." You caressed his face, your fingers exploring every inch, going through his fluffly hair over his beard and over his lips. You two were looking at each other with the same enamoured gaze as in the beginning.

"We can spend some time tomorrow if you want," he added, being enchanted by the shared intimate moment, feeling drawn in by your presence, and wanting to spend more time with you.

"What about work?" you asked.

"Don't worry, as much as I hate it, I will find the lab in the same place I left it today."

Your light chuckle made him feel a little better. Whenever you are sad, he feels his heart shatter into tiny pieces. You mean the world to him, and he'd do anything to protect you.

He was training the new recruits when his phone buzzed in his pocket. After a quick glance, he gave the men a five-minute break so he could respond to you. Jack blames himself for not giving you proper attention since he is always on the field, so when he can, he drops everything and focuses on you entirely.

"What's wrong, beautiful?"

"I don't feel well. Can you come over?"

His subordinates were thrilled to find out that they had the rest of the day off.

He is a punctual man, so he arrives on time and not a minute late, holding a bag with your favourite snacks.

He tried to hide his worry behind a comforting smile. He quickly noticed your puffy face and teary eyes.

"Have you been crying?" he asked in a low tone, coming closer to you. He cups your face and brings you closer to him, pressing small, gentle kisses all over your face. His tenderness was endearing, so much so that warm tears began to drip down your cheeks again.

"It's just...petty reasons." You said it with a trembling voice.

"Bullshit."

He pulled you closer to his chest and held you tight. His hands were stroking your back, his head pressed to yours. His much larger frame swallowed you whole, seeming as if you had disappeared completely.

You felt safe in his arms. It was so warm and comforting, and not only his embrace made you feel this way, but also his reassuring words that he'd whisper constantly.

He carried you to the bed, and as he was sitting close to you, he brushed his fingers over your check and listened closely to what you had to say. It broke his heart to see you like this, and he couldn’t stop asking himself if, if he were there more often for you, you would still end up like this. This type of question tormented him, and you could feel that.

“I’m sorry, maybe it’s a lot too dump on you.” You said this as you caressed his face, your fingers trailing over his scars.

“No, not at all, love.” He took your hand and placed a lingering kiss in your palm. “I just wish I was there for you more often.”

“Don’t put so much pressure on yourself. The important thing is that you’re here now, and that means a lot to me."

You felt his lips kissing you softly once your head was pressed against his chest.

He still feels guilty, but it doesn't press over his shoulder as hard anymore. He promised to spend more time with you.

#resident evil #albert wesker #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil 4 #leon kennedy x you #resident evil 4 remake #luis serra #jack krauser #krauser x reader #wesker x reader #luis serra x reader

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reticent-writer · 3 months

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King of demons Child

I made this in 2022 idk why i never posted it

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Lady Tamyo was the one to bring you to Ubuyahiski saying she wanted you to be 'more humane' and go against your father's teachings.

He accepted. To teach the child humanity.

He introduced you to the hashira much to their dismay but they respected his opinion and the fact that you were a clueless child.

Shinobu was the one looking after you. Teaching you how fragile human life is and how quick you can lose it.

"What are you doing." One of your many questions that annoyed the girl to no end, but it would be a benefit to teach right from wrong.

"I'm making medicine for the 3 slayers that came the other day." She replied with her signature smile.

"Father told me people die because they are not strong enough, so why help them?" Shinobu was not shocked, you were raised by the first demon after all.

"We help so they can get stronger and when they get stronger they can stand up for those who can't themselves. It a good thing, so why don't you come help me." She said extended her arms to you, which you excepted as she pulled you on her lap.

Giving you directions on how to prepare the 3 cups of herbal tea, placing them on a tray then carrying to the three sword men.

You expected adults like the flame or sound hashira (you also go by them a lot), so when you saw kids who killed one of the lower moons you were surprised.

"I thought they were dead." You whispered to the insect pillar.

"You three seem to be doing better." Shinobu chuckled leaving you by the door as she went and checked on each of the children before urging you into the room to give out the tea.

"AHH WHY WOULD YOU BRING A DEMON IN HERE." The blonde screeched which irritated you.

"Why so loud." You complained but Shinobu placed her arm on your shoulder and led you to Tanjiro's bedside table. You placed the teas on the table and grabbed one to give to Tanjiro, who was staring at you.

"Take it." You thrust the cup at him which he hesitantly took.

"He is my little assistant for the three of you, he won't bite if you don't bark." She tried to calm down Zenitsu but it just made him more nervous.

You took the 2-remaining cups, walked over to Zenitsu's bed and did the same but he refused to take it.

"I'M NOT DRINKING THAT WHO KNOWS WHAT HE PUT IN IT." He screeched again. You groaned at the loud noise and looked back at Shinobu. You wanted nothing more than to shut him up but that would go against the morals that everyone has been teaching you.

You sighed, placed his cup on the table, and moved on to Inosuke. He accepted the cup with no complaints, he didn't even bat an eye. Walking back over to Tanjiro's bed you took the tray and began to walk out of the room when Shinobu stopped you.

"I think you're forgetting something."

"Hmm?"

"Introduce yourself."

"Oh my name is Y/n Kibustuji." You bowed and left before you could see their reactions.

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#male reader #female reader #gn reader #child reader #x child reader #kny x reader #demon slayer x reader #reticent writes #reticent writer #platonic

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w3irdo666 · 2 months

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LIGHT IN THE DARKNESS

PART 1/PART 2/ PART 3

Lucifer Morningstar x Fem!reader

Warnings: None?

Notes: So sorry that i didnt post for sooooo long.Enjoy!!!(⁠づ⁠￣⁠ ⁠³⁠￣⁠)⁠づ

"Sera, listen! I'm begging you! You can't just take it like this and let it continue!"

You followed the woman down the hallway. The meeting went badly, the angels couldn't hear Charlie.Your voice was slightly strained, you were on the verge of a breakdown. A little more and you would feel tears flowing down your cheeks. You learned the terrible truth that it turns out that demons are regularly exterminated. This is brutal. Even for demons. "That's enough, I don't want to hear anything more." The seraphim said, not even caring enough to look at you. "But Sera-"

"ENOUGH."

Sera suddenly stopped walking and turned to face you. Her wings opened behind her. Her face was full of annoyance. You were slightly taken aback. Tears flowed down your cheeks. “But why... This is not right... We, angels... are worse than demons...”

“You are forgetting your place. Don’t repeat this mistake, otherwise the same thing will happen to you as Lucifer.” Her voice echoed in the corridor. You looked down at the floor. Yes, you were an archangel, but your words did not carry as much weight as Sera’s words.You just had to agree with Sera's words "Yes, forgive me, it won't happen again..."

“I really hope so...Now, if you'll excuse me, I have things to do. I'm busy. I hope you understand that." Without waiting for your answer, the woman turned around and walked away down the corridor.Your shoulders trembled slightly. You sobbed. You quickly headed towards your room, not wanting anyone to see you.

Slamming the door behind you, you rushed to the bed and collapsed face down. You began to cry. Hot, salty tears soaked into your bed, leaving a wet spot. You felt bad. It hurt from understanding that even the angels don’t know how to get to heaven, it hurts that they don't want to give people a second chance. Well, not everyone deserves it, but many do.

Several hours passed. All this time you cried quietly, hiding your head in the bedspread.Having found a little strength within yourself, you rose slightly and sat up on the bed. Still sobbing, you wiped away your tears. No, you can’t do that. You can’t just suffer. You can’t pave the way with suffering alone, you’ll only go deeper into the darkness.

You spent the rest of the day in your room thinking about how to act more wisely... You wanted justice, but the limitations of actions were suffocating you. You could give up on expulsion and still stand in your position... But they still might not hear you. Looking at your reflection in a cup of tea, you thought what would happen if they didn’t understand you. You will be expelled just like Lucifer.. Lucifer, oh, how you miss him. You would give anything to see him again. Hear his laughter, see his warm eyes..You sighed and continued drinking tea.

What are you without these wings? Nobody. In hell, you are no one. Absolutely no one. You were afraid of this. No matter how close you were to the idea of giving up on everything and continuing to stand your ground, you understood how stupid it would be. What if Lucifer forgot you? What if he doesn't want to see you? Then you will rot in this hell like a lost soul.But still, it is the only solution...

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"Do you think...Demons can be redeemed?" The guy said looking into the distance. The wind played with his hair and the sun made his hair shine. The girl looked at his face without taking her eyes off. She was hypnotized by his beauty.

“Probably...I'm not sure..” The girl said quietly, as if in a whisper.The man smiled. "I don’t know either. But you know..." He turned his head to look at the girl. "I hope... No, I believe. I believe that sinners can be redeemed. Everyone should have the right to a second chance..." The girl smiled too. "I agree with you."

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When Lucifer opened his eyes, he felt wet traces of tears on his face. He cried. He cried in his sleep seeing you there.

"y/n..."

He sighed and got out of bed. Somehow putting on his clothes, he went out onto the balcony. He had no strength. No, he didn’t want to sleep, but his body felt so heavy... He raised his head to the sky... Red the sky of hell in which heaven is slightly visible. Oh, how he wanted to know what was wrong with you... How is your life. He would give anything to see you again...

Notes: Weellll, i hope you liked it!!! Sorry that i posted it a lil' late.. Today, at February 26 was my birthday, so yeah, i spent almost whole day with my family, heh. (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x you #lucifer x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin lucifer #lucifer morningstar x reader #hazbin lucifer morningstar

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kurogane2512 · 2 months

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nsfw fic with possessive garofano x f reader

Ugh another one of my favorite women

18+ CONTENT

Game: Path to Nowhere

Characters: Garofano x fem!reader (Chief)

Type: Smut and fluff

Garofano was busy sewing the mountain of clothes in her cell. Every Sinner in the Bureau loved having their clothes or accessories tailormade by her, and she too loved tending to everyone's needs like a sweet mother. However, recently she had become too busy with all the orders and was cooped up her cell for most part of the day. Among the mountain of orders, she had promised to sew you a new pair of shirts and pants too.

In the evening, she was in the cafeteria having a cup of tea and taking a break when she spotted Adjutant Nightingale escorting a familiar person to your office. It was the Bureau's Supply Officer carrying some.... shirts? A brand-new pair of shirts for you? Garofano became suspicious and discreetly followed them to your office and peeked in.

"Chief, the uniform sets you wanted are here." Nightingale informed you and handed over the packets, "Please try them on to see if they fit. Your body changed ever since you took up the post so we made size adjustments accordingly."

"Thank you. I'll try them when I'm free then inform you."

Nightingale and the officer bowed then went out, Garofano hid behind the corner and pondered. "Didn't.... didn't I say I'll make new sets for her? Was I too late....? I have been busy with the other orders but I was going to make hers soon...."

Garofano's heart throbbed in discontent, envy and disappointment engulfing her mind. She slowly made her way to your office and gently knocked, "Chief, it's me. May I come in?"

You were in the middle of trying the shirt when Garofano knocked, you quickly buttoned up then allowed her in.

"Apologies for disturbing you."

"It's okay, come in."

Garofano gently smiled then walked towards you and eyed the shirt you were wearing.

"Oh, did the Supply Office send that?"

"Ah, yes they did. They insisted that I should have another set...."

"I see. Let me help you then."

You tried to refuse her but she had already walked close to you and buttoned up the rest then adjusted your collar. She seemed unusual to you, you had promised her that you would wear the set she'd make for you.

"This fabric..... it's not bad but could be better. And the buttons aren't that well stitched but they'll work. I imagine this would be good in the summers but you'll have to wear more layers in winters....." Garofano mumbled while holding your collar and you felt bad, you could sense she was upset inside especially since the shackles conveyed her uneasy state of mind.

"Hmm, and the sleeves are a bit too long. I recommend you to get some alterations, Chief."

".....Will you do them?"

Garofano was caught by surprise and bit her lower lip, "Do you want me to....?"

"I... I trust you the most with clothes."

Garofano looked away with a frown, "You should have thought about that earlier, Chief."

Your eyes widened as you realized Garofano was really upset. She let go of your collar then turned around to walk out.

"Sorry, I won't be able to help with that. I suggest you send it back to the Supply Office."

You quickly grabbed her wrist before she could leave and pulled her close, immediately embracing her.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you."

Garofano was shocked, "I.... I'm not upset, Chief. Why would I be upset?"

"I know you are.... I promised that I would wear your clothes next time. I couldn't deny the Supply Office when they insisted so much, I planned to just keep these as emergency sets and was going to wear yours regularly. Trust me, Garofano."

Garofano's lips parted in a soft gasp before she smiled and embraced you back, clenching your shirt tightly as if she wanted to rip it.

"It's poorly made, I can't see you wearing this."

You smirked, "Take it off then~"

Garofano chuckled, "You always surprise me, Chief. I felt envious earlier, I thought I disappointed you and you didn't want my clothes anymore...."

You gently cupped her face, "I could never. You are the best seamstress in DisCity, and I'm so honored to have you make my clothes. I know you were busy with other orders; honestly, I tried to tell everyone to not burden you so much but everyone is smitten with your work."

Garofano smiled more then leaned in to passionately kiss you, her hands possessively clenched your collar as she kept pulling you deeper into the kiss, her tongue dancing with yours.

"Haah.... it's hideous.... take it off...." Garofano whispered in between the kiss as she unbuttoned the shirt and almost ripped it apart, though she was careful not to actually rip it. She then pulled off the shirt from your body and pinned you to the wall then dived in to kiss your neck, her lips planting wet and open-mouthed kisses on your skin leaving hickeys.

"They don't know your body like I do, each and every measurement..." she whispered as she kissed down your chest to your belly before you pulled her up and kissed her lips.

"Mhm.... C-Chief.... aaahn.... more.... more~"

Garofano moaned and you immediately picked her up to carry her to the desk and lay her on top of it, your lips connected the entire time. She gasped as you pushed her body down and removed her dress to free her breasts and cup them, fondling the flesh while kissing her neck. Her fingers lightly grasped your hair as she arched up when you licked her nipple and flicked the other, her body trembled feeling you pinch and suck her perky soft nipples and kneading her breasts.

"Mmmm~ Chief.... give me that.... you have it, right?~"

You knew what she was referring to, you were a little surprised she was so quick to ask for that considering she always liked foreplay a lot. But you concluded she was feeling needy and wanted you in her. You removed her dress completely along with her underwear and touched her slit, feeling it already dripping and inviting you. You teased her clit and vulva with your fingers to stretch and lubricate her more, making her impatient in return.

"Ngh... do you like teasing me this way, darling?~"

You smirked, "I'm just preparing you. Who knows, I may be rougher today?~"

You removed your pants then opened the lowermost drawer in your table and took out a strap on, then quickly fastened it and rubbed the tip over Garofano's slit. Her wet cunt coated it in to time and you slowly pushed inside, a strained moan leaving her mouth that turned into a gasp as you shoved in the entire length at once.

"Aaah!~ That's it! Mhm~ Yes.... yes.... give me more, darling!~"

You gripped her hips and began thrusting into her at a steady pace, initially going slow and deep then practically pounding into her hard and fast. Her legs wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer making you hilt to the base and ram into her with all force, her walls clenching the toy and you fucked her with reckless abandon. Garofano whimpered feeling you so deep and prod her sensitive spots, spreading her arms to hug you.

You smiled then leaned forward embraced her completely, her arms wrapping around you as she tightly clenched your hair and clawed your back, her nails forming scratches at your skin. She moaned into your ear as you fucked her harder now, the table creaking and all documents scattered unceremoniously. She pulled up your face and deeply kissed you, tongues interlocking in an open-mouthed kiss followed by her whimpers and hot breaths.

"Cumming... Chief... darling... faster.... Aaaah~ I love you so much!~"

Garofano's eyes rolled to the back of her head and body arched up as she released the moment you buried the strap deep inside her, her voice crying out in ecstasy. She then panted in your embrace and lovingly held you before kissing your cheek.

"I have a gift for you in my cell. Will you meet me after dinner tonight, darling?~"

#path to nowhere #ptn #ptn x reader #garofano #garofano x reader #ptn garofano

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cheapshrimpysheep · 9 months

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Taking Care of You - Younger Demon Brothers

This is the continuation of Taking Care of You - Older Demon Brothers

SUMMARY: What would a week with them taking care of you be like when you are sick? They taking turns to each take care of you for an entire day.

CHARACTERS: Younger Demon Brothers (Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub & Belphegor)

TAGS: Fluff; GN Reader, Kissing, Comfort

WORD COUNT: An average of 980 words per character. A total of 3.950 words. (in this part)

COMMENTS: This was supposed to be shorter. So much so that this was supposed to be a post with all 7 demon brothers. But I think I got too inspired and ended up writing a lot, so I decided to separate it into two parts: the first with the 3 older brothers and the second with the 4 younger brothers.

I hope you enjoy ;)

CONTEXT: This is the continuation of Taking Care of You - Older Demon Brothers

This happens in the original time line, not in the Nightbringer one. So, you live with the Brothers in the House of Lamentation.

You got too sick to go to RAD. You need to rest in your room. Fortunately, it's a human exclusive illness, which means it doesn't affect demons whatsoever. So they can take care of you without any problems. The doctor said you would have to rest for a week, so everyone will take turns taking care of you for a day.

Shortly after midnight you receive a message from Satan: “Today it's my turn to take care of you. If you need anything, even if it's in the middle of the night, just let me know. I'll stay with you all night if you need me.”

You take this chance to ask him if sleeping with you counts, and he responds to you with, "Of course. I'll bring a new book I bought that I think you'll like. I can read it to you if you want.”

A few minutes later Satan knocks on your door and you let him in. To your surprise, not only does he bring a book with him, he also has a cup of tea. He sits on the bed next to you. “I've been reading about your illness and found this tea that can help you sleep better and soothe any aches and pains you may have. Do you want to try it?”

You sit on the bed and accept the tea. Maybe it's not the kind of flavour you like the most, but after drinking it you feel more relaxed. You say that to him and he gives you a sweet smile, glad that he could help you a little.

He shows you the book he brought, it’s a book of trivia. Some Devildom fun facts you can learn while listening to Satan's voice reading them to you in a voice you can fall asleep to.

You give him space to lie in bed with you, and he pulls his arm away so you can lay your head on his chest. He'll use one hand (and if necessary a little magic) to hold the book and turn the pages, while stroking your head with the other. You wish you could have cherished that moment longer, but being there with him was so comfortable, his hand so tender and his voice so soft, you fell asleep in no time.

When you wake up, you see him still by your side, but reading a book that wasn't that trivia one. When he feels you move and realizes you're awake, he places a bookmark you gift him in the book, closes it and sets it down. “Good morning” he says in a whisper and kisses your forehead “Did you sleep well?” You show him that you did, either in words or in murmurs as you smile at him.

You two snuggle for a bit. “Don't you want breakfast?” he asks you. You say yes, but that it’s very good to be with him like that. He chuckles “Don't worry, I can stay like this with you all day if you want. “But we should eat something. Especially you.” you agree in a murmur, he gives you one more kiss on the forehead and gets up from the bed.

He returns with a tray and the two of you sit at the table in your room. Cat face pancakes! With eyes, nose, mouth and whiskers drawn in chocolate. You tell him how cute they look and kiss him on the cheek. He kisses you on the cheek back and offers to feed you the pancake. You accept if he lets you feed him back.

He won't leave your room if he doesn't have to. If you're awake, he'll chat with you, read books with you, and watch a movie if you want. If you feel able to walk around the house, he can lead you to the Common Room where the fireplace is lit, to snuggle and cuddle with you. And he will try to attract some cats for you two to pet outside. Big chances he'll take a picture of you playing with the cats. Two of the things he loves most together!

If you need to rest and take a nap, he will stay in your room with you, sitting in a chair reading a book, right next to you. And if you let him, he will hold your hand in the meantime. Maybe he'll even ask you if you want to lay your head in his lap. And he can pet your head while you sleep. As he would do with a cat?... Maybe...

At lunch, he’ll cook for you whatever you want. And even if you want something he doesn't know how to cook yet or something complex, he won't deny your request. He will do everything possible to cook the dish you ask for. Even if he has to read and reread every cookbook he can find. Part of that is because he wants to be able to make you happy. The other part is a mixture of pride and stubbornness.

At dinner, it’s his and Asmo’s turn to swap sits at the table with the twins. And that’s okay. He already spent a whole day with you, he can give up that place by your side this time. Lucifer is on the opposite side of you and Mammon and Levi are at your feet.

At night, and before his turn ends, he returns to your room. He sits next to you on the bed. “How are you feeling?” he asks you. You tell him you feel fine, still a little sick, but fine. “I hope it was as pleasant for you to spend the day with me as it was for me to spend it with you.” You tell him it was, and he should make those cat pancakes more often. “For you, of course. But don't tell my brothers about them. I don't want to make those pancakes for anyone else, much less for them.”

“I also wanted to ask you if you would like me to read you some more from that book to help you fall asleep better.” You accept the offer, but this time he can't sleep with you because his turn is running out. So you ask if you can thank him for taking care of you that day, before you fall asleep and he leaves.

“As if I would deny such a request.” he says with a smile. You sit on the bed and kiss his lips. You feel his hands land on your face, as if he's asking you to let the kiss last a little longer.

After you break away from the kiss, you lie back down. He caress your cheek and starts reading that trivia book in that soft voice that makes you fall asleep in no time.

You wake up with a message from Asmo. It’s 00:24am. “Hi hon~ It's your darling's turn to take care of you~! If you're awake, what some company~?” You reply that now you are awake. “*shocked emoji* Did I wake you up? I'm so sorry! Please let me redeem myself. Let me treat you. I have wonderful things to help you sleep and even improve your skin. Please~?” You surrender and tell him he can come to your room.

He knocks at your door, you let him in and he walks in slowly, as if already apologizing. “Hi hon...” he speaks in his softest, cutest voice. “Sowwy~” he goes to your bed and sits next to you “I didn't want to wake you up, but I wanted so much to enjoy these twenty-four hours with you. I brought some of my skincare products. Will you let me take care of your pretty face? It's very relaxing.”

You accept his offer and settle in bed. He didn't want to make you get up to wash your face, so he used a spell he usually uses when he's feeling a little lazy. Allow him to do all your skincare in bed. He massages your face with such gentleness and care that it doesn't take long for you to fall asleep again.

When you wake up, you see Asmo sleeping next to you with an eye masks. You know he doesn't like to have his beauty sleep interrupted, but it was time to wake up and you guys need to eat breakfast. So you try to wake him up as sweetly as you can.

You whisper his name in that voice of yours that you know he loves so much. And if that's not enough, you start kissing his cheeks as well. He smiles and takes off his eye mask. He looks at you and then proceeds to attack you with kisses. As if he was thanking you for the best wake-up anyone could give him.

“Good morning~” He says, hugging you on the bed. “How do you feel, hon?”

“Loved” is what you answer him with a smile.

“Awww, you're so cute!” he kisses you again “I'm glad, but do you feel well?” You say yes, still a little sick, but fine. And hungry. “Ha ha, you sounded like Beel now. But I'm also getting hungry. I'll prepare breakfast for us.” he kisses you one more time and get out of bed.

When he returns, he brings out a tray with two plates of rainbow waffles and whipped cream hearts. “(Y/N)! Look! Didn't they look so beautiful? I made them! Am I not so beautifully talented?” The waffles really were beautiful and you tell him so. Before you eat, he asks you to take a picture with them together.

It doesn't matter if you are sick, Asmo can still make you beautiful. He'll give you a spa day at home. He'll even take you to his bathroom for a better experience. He'll use his scented candles, fill the bathtub with bubbles (you can get in in a bathing suit), put on relaxing music, and give you all the spa treatments he knows.

If you fall asleep, no problem. He probably fell asleep in the middle of all this relaxation too.

At lunch, if you feel able to walk around the house, he will take you with him to make lunch together and he will teach you how to make more beautiful dishes. And, of course, take pictures with them.

And since you feel better and the two of you are having fun cooking all those beautiful dishes, you ask Asmo if he would like to make them for dinner for all to see. “That's a great idea!” he says excitedly “We can show them the beautiful things we can do together. But, are you sure you feel well enough to do it?” You say yes, at least for now. “If you start to feel too tired just let me know, I can finish the dishes. Don't try too hard okay? You're still sick after all.”

You two surprise the others with your dinner. Everyone else starts asking about you, if you haven't tried too hard. But you assure them that you are fine and that when you feel tired, Asmo finished the dinner. They also compliment your appearance and especially your skin.

You felt able to eat in the Dining Room, so that's where everyone had dinner. No need for Mammon and Levi eat at your feet. Although Asmo started to use it to tease them and say that maybe they liking to be at your feet, say something. Mammon protests and Levi turns red as a tomato.

Before his day is over, he returns to your room. “Hi hon~ How are you? Feeling better?” You tell him that you are feeling better than you did at the start of the week, but that you’re still not fully healed. You still feel a little jaded. “This means that next week you will be healed, right?” he had a hopeful smile on his face.

You ask him if he misses you at RAD. “Of course I do! It feels like ages waiting for you to get well again. Nobody loves me like you do.” He was making puppy dog eyes at you, a mix of pity and sadness.

You tell him that. for missing you so much and taking such good care of you, he deserves a thank you kiss. His smile lights up his face and he hugs you, both of you sitting on the bed. You start by kissing his cheek, before he sulks a little, impatiently. And then you kiss his lips. It isn’t a lustful kiss, but a loving kiss, showing how much he misses you.

He is sad to have to part from kissing you, but his turn is ending. He gives you a bunch of goodnight kisses before he leaves, almost at midnight. He wanted to be with you as long as possible.

You fell asleep shortly after Asmo left your room. But you woke up a few minutes later, hungry. At that moment, you receive a message from Beel: “I came into the kitchen to get some midnight snacks. Do you want some? If you're awake.” You say yes, that you had just woken up hungry. “Okay, I'll get some more things and go to your room.”

He knocks at the door and you let him in. “I didn't wake you up did I?” he asks you, with a bunch of snacks in his arms “You know, with the message?” You say no, that in fact he even sent the right message at the right time. “I'm glad.” he smiles like a happy Shiba inu “I brought all your favourite snacks. I didn't know which one you wanted.”

With only 10% of what he brought, you were full. Beel ate the rest of the 90% of the snacks.

“Today is my day to take care of you.” he remembers “Is there anything else you need?” You take advantage of his question to ask him if he would like to sleep with you. You would sleep much better with him. He blushes a little. “I always sleep better with you by my side too. I'll just text Belphie to let him know I'm sleeping in your room. He might be worried if he can't find me anywhere.”

He texts his twin and then joins you in bed. However, the bed is a little small for the two of you. You take the liberty of snuggling up to him and resting your head on his chest. He smiles at you, he wanted to snuggle with you too. He puts his arms around you “Goodnight (Y/N)” and feeling protected by him you fall asleep in his arms.

You wake up with Beel's soft lower voice whispering your name. You open your eyes slowly and look at him, slightly sleepy, but you feel like you slept well, and enough. “Good morning” he whispers to you with a cute smile on his face. And before you could say good morning back to him, you heard a snort. His belly.

“Sorry. I'm hungry.” he apologizes, both with his words and his expression. You ask why he hasn't gone for breakfast yet if he was already hungry. “I wanted to have breakfast together with you. And I didn't want you to wake up without me by your side. You're very cute when you're sleeping, you know?”

You smile flattered and thank him for being so thoughtful of you. You tell him that he can go get breakfast for the two of you now, but remind him not to overdo your part. Despite it being Saturday, the other brothers are not at home, because they had to take care of some RAD related things at Diavolo's request.

He returns with two towers of pancakes, one in each hand, and pancake syrup in his coat pocket. He had a huge smile on his face, he loves to eat with you. “I overdid your part, didn't I?” he asks, seeing your surprised face. You say maybe, but surely they must be delicious and he can eat whatever you can't.

Unfortunately, you woke up a little nauseous from your illness, so you ate less than usual, which alarmed Beel a little. “Are the pancakes not good? Did I put too much sugar?” You tell him that he doesn't need to worry, that the pancakes are great and that you would like to eat more, but you can't at the moment because you're nauseous. “I can make more when you feel better if you want. I don't mind.” You ask if he's sure. “Of course. It’ll be hard to resist the urge to eat them right there. But it's to make you happy, so I'll do my best.” You thank him with a passionate kiss on the cheek, which makes him smile even wider. He will gladly feed you if you want.

If at any time during the day you need to get some sleep, he will respect that and not leave your room in case you need something when you wake up.

Fortunately, you feel physically better and he suggests that the two of you take a short walk around the garden to get some air, since you haven't left the house in a week. You will walk hand in hand. If you feel cold, he will give you his coat or hug you. And if you feel tired, even just a little, he will carry you back to your room if you let him.

If at lunch you want his pancakes, he'll make them, if not, he'll make whatever you feel like eating. And at dinner, the usual, since you can already eat with them at the dining room table. And at night, before his day is over, he comes back to your room.

“Your appetite returned at lunch and dinner. I'm glad.” he tells you with his cute smile “How are you feeling?” You tell him that the walk in the garden did you a lot of good, and you thank him for the idea and for taking the walk with you. His smile only grows when hearing that he helped you like that. “I'm glad you're feeling better now. I've been miss you so much.” You tell him that you felt the same way and that you were very happy to spend that day with him, only him.

“Me too. I love Belphie, and spending time with you two, but I like spending time with you like this more.” he sits with you on the bed and hugs you. You take advantage of this to cup his face and kiss him. His kiss is sweet and tender.

He'll stay there with you, holding you, until his twin brother knocks on the door shortly after midnight.

Belphie knocks on your bedroom door and Beel opens it. They talk for a while before Beel bids you both good night and leaves to go to their room.

“You're going to let me sleep with you right?” Belphie says, with that cute little brother smile he uses to get what he wants. “It's been a week since I've only seen you at dinner. And today is already my day to take care of you. So...”

You lie down, giving Belphie space to lie down next to you. As he does and hugs you like you're his favourite pillow, which you probably are. “I've been dreaming about you.” he whispers, sleepy and close to your neck “Which only makes it sadder to wake up without you with me. You really are mean doing that to me, you know?” And in an instant he falls asleep in your arms. And you in his.

When you wake up, he's still fast asleep and clinging to you. You try to wake him up, whispering his name, poking him... But he just complains in sleepy moans. “Belphie, I'm starting to get hungry.” you tell him, what makes him answer: “Then wake me up with a good morning kiss.”

You kiss his forehead, but apparently that's not enough. Then you start kissing his cheek several times until you suddenly stop. He complains lazily and you tell him you can continue after he brings breakfast. “Mmmm... Fine...” And he kisses your cheek before getting up and, somewhat reluctantly, leave your room.

Whatever was the matter at RAD, the others had to go to the Demon Lord's Castle that Sunday to finish things off. And because of that, you're alone with Belphie.

He comes back with a basic breakfast, like toast, but they taste pretty good. Even if you already feel healed, remember that we are talking about the Avatar of Sloth. So, if it's up to him, the two of you will spend all day in bed or on the sofa in the living room, just chilling and cuddling, sleeping or watching something. Or at least, that's how you spend your morning.

At lunch, knowing that you already feel practically healed, he will convince you to cook with him. Especially since cooking alone for two people is a lot more work and doing anything with you is better. At some point while you are cooking he will hug you from behind and rest his chin on your shoulder. But if you still don't feel well enough to cook, don't worry, he'll cook everything if he sees you're still not well.

Since you haven't left the House of Lamentation for a week, he asks if you'd like to spend the afternoon in the garden, under the stars (Since in the Devildoom it was always night). The weather was even nice. You agree, and Belphie gets you a picnic blanket to lie outside. In the middle of the afternoon, if you're hungry, he'll go into the house to get you two some snacks, but only after you convince him with a few kisses.

When the others arrive home, they get worried for not finding you or Belphie anywhere, until Beel decides to look in the garden and finds you two. The others start complaining about Belphie taking you outside, because if you were still sick it could be worst for you. But you explain that you already felt better and that getting some air after spending so much time in bed was doing you a lot of good. Lucifer even praises Belphie for the idea, until Belphie said that Beel had already taken a walk with you the day before which extended Lucifer's praise to him as well.

Dinner felt like the usual with the brothers, but you could tell by their good mood that everyone was very happy that it was the last day you need to stay home and rest. Everything will be back to normal the next day. Even though the next day was a Monday, they were happy.

Like the others, Belphie came to your room before his day of taking care of you was over. “Hi how are you? Completely healed, right?” he asks, and you nod “Great. So where is my compensation?” His compensation? “Yes. I was away from you for a week, I think I deserve an apology for the emotional damage. Oh! And I still took care of you all day today, you even made me wake up in the morning to bring you breakfast, I deserve a reward for that too, don't you think?”

You smile and sigh, gesturing for him to sit on the bed with you. You hug him and start kissing him on the cheek before getting to his lips. He hugs you tighter and leans over to make you lie down on the bed, as he lays down next to you.

After the kiss he continues lying down and hugging you. “You're not going to sleep here again tonight, are you?” you ask him

“Why? Don't tell me you want me to go away?” he says with sad puppy dog eyes. He knows perfectly well that your answer is no. You sigh, and snuggle into him. He gives you a few kisses on your cheek and around your neck, lazy, loving kisses, until you both fall asleep.

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bonny-kookoo · 10 months

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Jungkook

X♡X♡ [SEVEN DAYS] Intro

He says he can make you understand his way of love, that he can help you awaken desires you never knew you had. You give him seven days to prove it.

Tags/Warnings: Porn with a lot of plot basically, inexperienced!reader, Dom!Jungkook, BDSM themes and elements (only discussed), mild Angst, mentions of body dismorphia, mentions of past trauma and low self-esteem, fluff, slow burn, they have chemistry but mc has trust issues, mentions of revenge porn, mentions of past domestic abuse (mental), it's not a heavy chapter but people complain I don't tag enough so here you go, SFW

Length: 2k

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜.♡

A/N: This is an intro post which contains no smut. You can skip this one if other works have been posted, but much of the plot won't make sense without this.

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Jungkook is a pretty talented guy.

Film director, photographer, occasional model by accident whenever he's seen at events. Apart from that, he values his privacy, has it all figured out how to keep his friends and family and everything else behind closed doors, and it's how you met him- a simple friend of Taehyung's, your former roommate and now best friend of almost five years. At first, Jungkook had thought you and Tae were more than friends- but he had quickly figured it out, had explained that he's got simply good senses when it came to reading people.

You didn't think much of it.

Then, a few weeks later after getting to know him, you had all sat in Jungkook's living room, eating takeout and drinking a little, when Taehyung had to leave early after a friend had called him. It was the first time you were left alone with Jungkook, who had kindly offered to drive you home later, once you want to leave. You'd told him about your hobbies- crocheting being one of them, and he had smiled about that. And excited as you were, you had mentioned how the top you'd been wearing was actually made by you- but that you thought the back looked boring, so you never wore it without a little jacket. He had offered to tie some decorative knots in the back, later showing his work off to you- and you had asked how he knew how to do that.

It's how you found out about that.. other side of him.

It took you weeks of dancing around the topic, until you were finally back at his place, as he wipes his hands with a wet wipe, leaning back against his couch. Evenings like these are common between you two, after all, Jungkook is a safe person to you- he won't ever make you uncomfortable, and if he does, you can just say so, and he'll adjust accordingly. It's something you really like about him- one of many things. "You can ask about it, you know?" He chuckles out of nowhere, and you look up at him. "You're curious. Taehyung had told me." He explains, and you can't help but groan dramatically, well aware what Taehyung had told him you were curious about.

"Taehyung can't ever really not spill secrets, can he?" You mumble angrily at yourself, putting down your chopsticks as you lean back, and Jungkook notices immediately how you seem to close off from him at the topic. He knows a lot more about you than you think- but still. He wants you to tell him yourself, too.

"Well, that's who he is." Jungkook shrugs because of that, trying to make you as comfortable as he can by treating the topic as something normal- which is exactly what it is to him, after all. "So?" He asks, and you squirm around a bit.

"So like.. you tie people up?" You ask, and he can't help but laugh. He get's this a lot after all, Taehyung having worried Jungkook might be some sort of sadist who hurts people in a dungeon of some sorts- something that happens, true, but always consensual, down the line. It's a pretty complicated topic, he admits that, and because of that, he can understand both the curiosity and judgement towards it.

It's not everyone's cup of tea, and that's fine, too.

"If they want me to, sure." He shrugs, smiling. "Some people like that. It gives them a feeling of comfort and security, and I like the aesthetic of it." Jungkook explains, picking up his glass of water, to take a sip, watching how you seem to think about it. "Not your thing?" He wonders, and you shake your head.

"Like, what if you want to get out or something?" You ask, and Jungkook across from you seems nonchalant about it. After all, shibari and bondage are the most.. tame things he practices and enjoys.

"Then I'll let them out. Either untie them or cut the ropes, easy." He shrugs again, leaning back. "Saying No makes everything stop, after all." He easily mentions- and you grow silent at that.

You remember when you said no back in your last relationship. Sure, things stop- but the uncomfortable aftermath of it is all your fault, awkward silence and the weight of having ruined a perfectly fine experience hanging heavy on your mind for the rest of the day- sometimes even several days. Saying no is weird, it's awkward, especially when you're just being overly anxious about things that aren't even all that bad.

You've decided that sex just isn't for you, ever since then. You'll just.. do it yourself.

"A no is a no." Jungkook suddenly says, and when you look up, he looks awfully serious. "No matter what." He underlines his statement, and you shrug uncomfortably. He knows from Taehyung that your last relationship wasn't a good one- mental abuse and pressure put on you to fit you into a mold made for you by the guy you'd loved. He'd told you he was 'fixing' you, constantly belittled or ignored you, and even threatened to release intimate videos of you allegedly taken by him if you were to ever say something bad about him.

Jungkook had been worried, but Taehyung insisted that after helping you find a lawyer, it had been revealed that none of those videos even existed, because you rarely ever even had sex to begin with.

"Yeah maybe- but then it's awkward and weird." You shake your head as you explain your standpoint. "Like, I can't imagine doing stuff like that. Taehyung said you do a whole lot of other stuff too- and like, I don't judge, really!" You explain yourself, waving him off. "Sex, like, with another person is just not my thing. I don't like it." You shake your head, closing the empty cardboard food container in front of you.

"Feel free to correct me-" He starts his sentence carefully, not looking at you as to not pressure you with eye contact. After all, he knows how to behave around people, it's one of the most important skills as someone in his position. "-but it sounds more like something has made you dislike sex with someone else." He offers.

"Yeah maybe." You mumble. "Or maybe I just realized that I'm better off.. doing it myself." You say mostly to yourself. "I'm not good at this stuff. Having sex with someone else is awkward, and weird."

"Is that why you never let me close?" He asks, and you freeze.

Caught you.

It's true that you and Jungkook have undeniable.. chemistry. He's nice, kind, a little childish but in a good way- he plays around with you with such ease, makes it clear that he's seriously interested in you by not only flirting, but also actively trying to participate in your life. He offers to drive you to appointments, texts daily, meets up with you whenever he's got the time for it. He initiates physical touch whenever appropriate, praises you, and it's also pretty obvious on your side that all these things affect you. You like him, you really do-

but that side of him intimidates you too much to really involve yourself with him. Once you have.. or more so, try to have sex with him, your friendship will be ruined, and any potential for a romance with him shattered. But considering how he loves intimacy, there's no chance for a relationship anyways, right?

"…maybe." You mumble, not looking at him.

"What exactly scares you about that part?" He wonders. He's genuinely curious if he can do anything to help you be more comfortable with the idea of loving someone physically again. It's fine if you really just don't want this- he won't ever push you into anything, but considering your past experiences and clear interest in him, he wants to at least try. Not just to figure out what's making you this anxious about this aspect of a relationship, but more so, to figure out how he can make you feel comfortable with him.

He likes you, after all, he really does. And he wants to somehow make this work between you both, even if that means that he will have to adjust his sex-life.

"It doesn't scare me.." You try and deny as if to defend yourself, but he just leans back a little, relaxing in his posture.

"Sounds like it, though. And it's not stupid to be scared of sex if you've made bad experiences in the past." He offers. "Natural reaction. Nothing bad about it, really." He says further.

"Okay, yeah, I'm scared of it!" You wave your hands up in defeat. "Because I suck at it, I don't like stuff, it's weird-" You start, and he chuckles.

"What did you do?" He wonders. "Genuinely. I'm curious." He asks. You shrug. But you don't shut him out, and he eagerly takes that chance.

"What you do, you know. Like, normal stuff." You shrug. "But I don't know- it was uncomfortable, and hurt, and so we stopped back then and it got super awkward." You explain in shame. "He said I just can't take anything and that I'm too sensitive. So I guess I'll just do stuff myself and that's it." You reveal, making Jungkook hum in thought.

"Was it your first time?" He wonders, and you shake your head.

"My first time was fine. Not like, great, but it was fine." You say, unsure as you reach for a glass of water on the table.

"So he was just shit in bed, got it." Jungkook nods to himself. "Is that why you seem so uncomfortable with yourself?" He asks, and you look up at him, confused. "You always adjust the way you sit, you cover up even when it's hot, you don't like pictures taken of you and you basically hide yourself whenever you can. Which is confusing, because you're honestly really pretty." He tells you, and you sigh. "No, really." He adds on. "There's nothing wrong with your body or your looks. It's pretty frustrating to me to see you so insecure and anxious about it when there's nothing to hide or be ashamed of." He tells you.

"You say that 'cause you wanna be like, the cool guy who shows the poor shy girl what sex is like." You huff, crossing your legs as you look at your hands.

"Not quite. I don't just want to fuck you." He chuckles. "But I wouldn't say no if you were to let me show you a thing or two." He laughs playfully.

"I'm not letting you tie me up." You threaten.

"Yet." He responds teasingly, and you turn a bit red at that, unable to not think about a scenario like that. Now that you think about it.. would it be that bad? You trust Jungkook, after all. In a way, you'd probably let him do that.

"You act like you could change my mind about your whole… BDSM thing in, like a week." You scoff, and he grins.

"Interesting that you know what the scene is called." He calls you out, and your eyes widen a bit as you realize you've been caught red handed. Because in reality, you have done some research into this whole stuff, just to kind of.. look around, so to say. "And a week seems.. a bit short, but sure." He shrugs, watching you.

"Wait, what?" You wonder, looking at him.

"Sure, let's start Monday, right after this weekend." He proposes. "One week, and if I don't find anything that's your taste, anything you like, I'll admit defeat." He tells you.

"One week?" You ask, and he nods, holding out his hand for you to take.

"One week." He repeats again, as you take his hand-

sealing the deal.

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maraschinomerry · 15 days

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Rock Paper Scissors

Pairings: George Karim x gn!reader, background Locklyle

Summary: George is your best friend, Lucy's convinced there's more to it but he's not your type... is he?

Content: friends to lovers, oblivious flirting, misunderstanding, light swearing and suggestive thoughts, kisses

A/N: it's officially 1 year since I posted my first Lockwood & Co fic!! Thank you all for making it such an incredible year and continuing to support my writing, it means the world to me ❤️ and thank you to the Multiverse of George for fuelling the buff!George fire 🔥 I've even made a montage so everyone can see the vision, plus the gif above of George swinging the chains he's definitely strong 💪

Word count: 4.2k

Taglist: @neewtmas @marinalor @ettadear @honey-with-tea @mischiefmanaged71 (let me know if you want adding or removing!)

Ever since you'd started working for Lockwood & Co, you and George had had the most playful rivalry.

It had started on the very first day, when you came for your interview. Lucy had welcomed you into the living room while George went to fetch the biscuits. After breezing through the tests, Lockwood gestured to the plate still being clutched by the other boy.

“Biscuit?”

You frowned at the boy in the armchair, who looked like the last thing he wanted to do was to share. “Am I supposed to fight you for them or something?”

George had the audacity to snort. “In your dreams.” But then he did offer you the plate, albeit reluctantly.

Once you got used to one another, you found that you actually got on really well and gradually he became your best friend, but by then you'd set a precedent that neither of you wanted to drop.

“We're heading out soon,” Lucy informed you both as she slid cups of tea across the table. She and Lockwood had an appointment with a client, leaving you and George behind to keep working. “Can one of you oil the chains ready for tonight?”

You turned to George; he was already looking at you. A gleam came to his eye.

“Rock paper scissors?”

“You bet,” you grinned, already raising your hand. It took a few attempts, as you'd done it so many times by now that the two of you knew what each other was planning before it happened, but eventually you lost. Sticking your tongue out, you picked up your cup and headed towards the basement. Lucy followed you down.

“Can I ask you something?” she began cautiously.

“Course you can.” It wasn't like Lucy to not just ask straight out. This was odd.

“What's going on with you and George?” This was definitely odd. “It feels like you've gone past teasing, you're almost flirting with each other.”

Your gaze flew to your friend, who had lingered on the stairs. Was she being serious? “It's not like that, Luce,” you replied, wondering if it was warm in the basement or if it was just you. “I love him to bits, but the same way I love all of you. He's just not my type.”

Her eyebrow quirked up at that. “You have a type?”

“Don't say that like you don't,” you hit back. “You and Lockwood are made for each other! And George is great, really, but I prefer guys a bit more… buff?”

Lucy nodded. “Interesting.” It was spoken with the air of someone who knew exactly why it was interesting and someone who was absolutely not going to explain why. “Well… just don't rule anything out, but please be careful. I love you both too and I'd hate to see either of you get hurt.”

It was touching to hear her so candid about her feelings for you both. “I won't, I promise.”

—

You always forgot how ridiculously heavy the chains were. Just trying to hoist them up to make sure you'd oiled all the way round each joint was a workout. It was only adrenaline that carried you through working with them on cases. Thank goodness you were almost finished - your arms were beginning to ache and you were sure you were coated in sweat.

“Need a hand?” George's voice drifted from the stairs. You hadn't heard him come down, probably drowned out by the clanking links and your strained grunts, but there he was, sitting on one of the lower steps and watching you in amusement.

“You mean you want me to dishonour the sacred pact of rock paper scissors?” You mimed fainting in shock, taking the opportunity to slump back on the pile of chains and let the tension dissipate from your shoulders.

He chuckled, climbing down the final few steps and holding out his hand. “Will the sacred pact allow a lunch break? I made soup.” He'd got you there and he knew it. You loved his soup. Grinning, you accepted his hand and he pulled you away from the cold, hard metal.

There were two steaming bowls already set out on the table when you got back to the kitchen, and beside yours was a plate of sandwiches, cut exactly how you liked them.

“You're the best.”

“I know,” George smirked. He was eating with one hand, the other scribbling away on the Thinking Cloth. As he became more engrossed, he leant further forwards, his dark curls flopping over his brow. It was fascinating watching him get so engrossed in his work, the whole world melting away around him. Once you finished eating, you glanced across and took his empty bowl from in front of him. He looked up sharply, snapped from wherever his thoughts had taken him.

“Sorry, didn't mean to disturb you,” you mumbled.

“No, it's fine. We should probably get packed.”

You followed him down to the basement and pulled your kit bags from the shelf. Set side by side on the table, you both began to load up.

“You can carry the chains,” you told him over your shoulder as you picked up a half-empty box of flares and emptied it into your bag.

“Hey, you're the one who lost!”

“Only for cleaning them, I've done my bit.”

He huffed, but gave you a smile as he made his way over to the mound of chains. Your eyes widened as he scooped up a whole length in one easy movement and gave them a quick shake loose. You'd spent nearly quarter of an hour trying to manoeuvre that section earlier.

“How the hell did you do that?”

“They're not that heavy,” he shrugged, then added with a cheeky raised eyebrow, “or at least only when you’re trying to clean them.”

You threw the empty cardboard box at his head with a laugh.

—

A week later, the four of you were nestled in the living room. Outside, rain battered against the windows, which were almost being shaken out of their frames by the driving wind. You'd never have guessed it was June; it felt more like January. The fire was lit in the hearth, the occasional crackle of wood splitting the only other sound.

Eventually, Lockwood broke the silence. “I hate to say it, but someone's going to have to go out. We've got no tea left and barely enough food to last until tonight. We can draw straws to make it fair.”

He needn't have bothered. You and George already had your fists raised. One, two, three, paper. One, two, three, rock. Scissors. Paper. Scissors. Rock. Round and round you went, the symmetry only fuelling your competitive natures.

“This is ridiculous,” Lucy muttered. She was right, of course.

You raised your fist higher, leaning forward in an offered challenge. “Right. Arm wrestle. Loser goes.”

George leaned in, resting his elbow on the table. Lockwood and Lucy exchanged wide-eyed glances.

“Y/n…” Lucy began, but you weren't listening. Your elbow was already mirroring George's, hand in his. You weren't sure why you'd expected the easy, flexible grip of holding a rapier, but his fingers were clenched firmly around the back of your hand. Lockwood moved closer and counted you down.

Your hand hit the table almost immediately.

It felt like all the air had left the room. You stared in shock at the boy opposite, the triumphant toothy grin that crinkled his eyes, the unexpected tightness of his shirt sleeve around his arm. The similar tightness in your chest. Interesting.

Some sort of realisation hit you, and your attention shifted to Lucy. The look she was giving you was almost as satisfied as George's. Warmth flooded your cheeks. You drew in a shaky breath as you struggled to drag your eyes away from George's arm, which was still pinning yours to the table. After a moment, you felt his fingers loosen and with some reluctance pulled your hand away. The silence in the room was palpable. Lucy was still watching you in amusement. Lockwood was watching Lucy, trying to figure out why she had that “I know something you don't” look again over a simple arm wrestle. George was watching you too, his expression slowly shifting from victory to concern.

“Y/n? You okay?” he asked quietly. Your thoughts rushed back into your body, snapping your attention into the real world.

“All good,” you mumbled. “Just preparing to get drenched. If I'm not back in 20 minutes, assume I've been blown to the other end of the country.” At least that got a laugh out of Lockwood. Hurriedly, you stood and made your way to the front door. Why had you agreed to this? It was your own fault, of course, for continuing this whole competitive thing with George, but how were you to know he was that strong? A flash of bicep clouded your vision again, and you reached for the door handle before you did something regrettable.

“Hold on,” a voice came behind you. It was him. Keep it together, you told yourself.

“If you're about to volunteer to take my place, go ahead,” you forced yourself to stay casual.

George moved closer, and you swallowed a lump in your throat. “I was actually going to question why you looked like you were about to leave without a coat.” He reached to the rack over your shoulder, lifting yours from its hook.

“That might help.” You knew you were blushing again, but prayed he thought it was just from embarrassment at being so forgetful. Definitely not how close he was, how he was holding your coat in the same hand that had been holding yours moments ago.

—

By the time you made it back to the house, you were soaked to the bone and almost shivering. It seemed like the storm wasn't going to let up until at least the next day, so you'd decided to stock up on plenty of food which had seemed like a great idea until you tried to carry it all home. You'd had to stop several times on the way, ducking into doorways and bus shelters to escape the weather as you swapped hands, flexed your shoulders or relieved your fingers from where the handles of the bags had started to make dents. When you finally made it, you held the door open with one foot as you negotiated the bags in and dropped them unceremoniously on the hall floor. George emerged from the living room, alone this time; Lockwood and Lucy must have gone upstairs or down to the basement.

“You look awful.”

“Aww thanks, you're not so bad yourself,” you joked dryly. Oh god, Lucy was right, you were almost flirting. A shiver ran through you and this time you hoped it was from the cold.

For a second, you thought you saw George's eyelids flutter. “Well, I uh… I ran you a bath to warm you back up. I'll put this away.” He hauled up the bags of shopping with barely a huff, and you tried to reason that he hadn't just carried them through a storm.

The water was soothingly warm and scented with lavender salts, the smell wafting up in delicate bursts as it swirled around, relaxing all the tension in your aching muscles. As you lay peacefully, you reflected on what had happened earlier. You weren't sure you'd ever felt… You couldn't even identify what feelings you'd experienced during the arm wrestle. Shock? Embarrassment? No. It was something else, something that Lucy had noticed immediately and had been trying to get through to your oblivious self. But she was wrong, wasn't she? You said it yourself, you weren't into George, even if he did now fulfil your main criteria. Then again, so did plenty of other guys you'd met. Kipps was quite well built, definitely had muscles, but that didn't mean you'd considered dating him. He wasn't like George though - smart, funny, thoughtful George. You couldn't imagine Kipps running you a bath or making your favourite lunch, or doing any number of the things that with George felt so natural. And there were all the little things you did for him that you'd never do for anyone else. No, there were no two ways about it: you were a pair in whatever capacity that meant.

Still didn't mean you fancied him, you told yourself.

You volunteered to help George with the dishes after dinner that night. It was always nice to be able to spend time just the two of you in sync, but tonight especially you figured it was a good idea to be around him in perfectly normal circumstances. You'd chat or enjoy the companionable quiet, you'd both be at ease; nothing could possibly happen, which would give you time to prove your feelings were a fluke.

George picked up his blue rubber gloves and tossed you a tea towel. He was dressed casually, in sweatpants and an oversized T-shirt (so large that the sleeves almost met his gloves at the elbow). The radio was playing quietly in the background, giving you a welcome distraction. Whenever a song you recognised came on, you'd start humming along or singing under your breath, and George would smile at you, sometimes even joining in. Your heart leapt a bit when he did, but that was nothing, you were just happy to be sharing this moment with your friend. He stuck an arm deeper into the sink to grab something at the bottom and made a small noise. Water had splashed up onto the cuff of his sleeve. You giggled at the look of disgust he made at the wet fabric sticking to his skin. The sound died in your throat when he took off his gloves, draped them on the side of the sink and rolled his sleeves up out of the way. You were so used to him being hidden behind his giant tops, or at the very least being in longer sleeved shirts, that seeing his bicep completely exposed was a shock in more ways than one. It wasn't much wonder he'd beaten you so easily at arm wrestling with muscles like that. You wondered whether it was just his arms that were so toned, or was the rest of him the same? Was he hiding a set of abs under that T-shirt too? Were his thighs-

“You okay?” George nudged you, and you hastily looked away.

“I was just…” Come on, come on, find an excuse, your brain urged. “...thinking how this means we both got wet clothes today, if you want me to put that top in with my washing after this?” God that was lame. Not much wonder he wasn't interested in you. That wasn't the point, you reminded yourself.

“Oh,” he smiled. “That'd be great, thanks.” He leant over to put a chopping board on the draining rack, and his bicep brushed against yours. A shockwave of warmth resonated through your whole body. Oh.

“Tell you what,” you forced yourself not to stammer, “are you okay to finish up here and I'll go and grab the laundry basket?” He nodded, and you tried not to fall over your own feet as you retreated to the hallway and sucked in a breath to calm your racing heart. Oh.

—

You cursed yourself for ever starting this. No, this was Lucy's fault for pointing it out. No, still your fault.

Being around George was becoming unbearable. Not for anything he'd done, rather the things he wasn't doing. He was carrying on exactly as he always had, that inimitable blend of playful and caring, and it was driving you mad not knowing whether he meant any of it in the way you wanted him to. You couldn't say anything, of course. If you were wrong, it would mess up the whole dynamic of the group. That would hurt almost as much as any rejection. But the more things went on, the more you took notice of the little moments between you, the more your feelings grew until it felt like they would crawl out of your chest.

“What the hell were you thinking?” George snapped at Lockwood. He and Lucy had been out on a case which went badly, and now the four of you were sitting at the dining table in the early hours, George applying butterfly stitches to a cut on Lockwood's arm and you cleaning a couple of scratches on Lucy's face. The misty gloom of the night outside the window reflected the atmosphere within.

“I was thinking,” Lockwood snapped back, “that we only had to handle a couple of Type Ones, according to your notes.”

“I told you those weren't finished!”

“Well maybe next time, don't get distracted.” Was it your imagination, or had his gaze flickered to you?

“Maybe next time,” George replied darkly, “do your own research.”

“Fine.” Lockwood pushed his chair back and stalked from the room. Lucy shot you both an apologetic grimace and followed.

George began pacing round the kitchen, hands twitching angrily. You stayed at the table, knowing it was best to give him the space to say or do whatever he needed to let his feelings out. You were there if he needed you.

“Can you believe him?” It was rhetorical, you'd heard him say it enough to know, so you waited for him to continue. “We end up in this situation almost every week, because he's too reckless to wait! I know he'd rather be in the action, but he'd be able to do all that more if he'd let me give him the right information first.”

You gently waded in, trying to be reassuring. “We all know how useful your research is; he just gets overeager, especially when Lucy's involved.”

“I know you know how important it is,” his words sent butterflies through you, “but Lockwood just…” He gave a frustrated huff. “Maybe I should make him do all the legwork for a change.” You tried very hard not to think about whether George's legs were as muscular as his arms.

“I'll support whatever you decide, but for what it's worth I think you should just talk to him.”

He sighed heavily, placing his hands flat on the table and allowing his head to drop. “You're right. Thanks, y/n.” The sincerity in his voice caught you off guard, as did his deep brown eyes as he raised his head to look at you. You were already distracted by the tension which lingered in his shoulders, the rigidity of his arms as they supported his weight, the way he had leaned into the pose so much that now when he looked up his face was so close it almost filled your vision. You swallowed nervously.

“Any time. I- I have to go.” You stumbled up from your chair, ignoring George's confused stare and sounds of protest as you practically bolted from the room.

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You lay on your bed in the attic, tears slowly soaking into the pillow you'd buried your face in. This was the end; it had to be. You couldn't carry on working for the agency like this. If George had shown any interest it would be okay - Lockwood and Lucy managed to balance being a couple who worked and lived together, there was no reason you two couldn't do the same, but it could never work being so one-sided. You'd just keep being weird, struggling to hold your nerve around the boy until it would start bleeding into cases and Lockwood would have no choice but to fire you for everyone's safety, if you hadn't already got one of you hurt by then. Not to mention the emotional hurt. It would happen either way, but at least if you walked away now you could control it.

“Y/n?” Lucy's voice came tentatively from the bottom of the steps. “George said you ran off, is everything okay?”

You flipped onto your back, drawing in shuddering breaths to recover from almost suffocating in the pillow. “You were right, Luce.” There was movement on the steps, but you kept your eyes on the ceiling. You couldn't bear to look at anyone right now. “I tried so hard to make sure neither of us got hurt, but George doesn't love me back and now I feel like even if I stay I'm going to lose him.”

The silence that followed dragged on longer than you could bear. Why wasn't she saying anything? You forced yourself to sit up.

George stood at the entrance to your room, eyes wide and lips parted.

You scrambled to your feet. “Shit! I mean, hi, um… how long have you been there?”

George continued to stare.

“I'm so sorry,” the words were rushing out of you now, “I just panicked but I don't want to make things weird so can we just pretend-”

“What do you mean, ‘doesn't love me back'?” he interrupted quietly.

You froze. There was no mistaking it: he'd heard you basically say you loved him and now there he was looking like the mere concept was so unbelievable, like the option hadn't even crossed his mind. Why would it? Time stretched on as you fought the urge to run again, as far as the ever-widening space between you would allow. Neither of you had moved, but you could feel the room expanding around you to make room for the bottomless pit you wanted to crawl into. “I…” you drew in a slow, deep breath, “I was fine just being friends but Lucy got in my head about you being exactly my type and now I think I'm actually flirting while you're still just pretending and I'm sorry…” Tears were pricking at the corners of your eyes and you hurriedly looked away, hoping he wouldn't see.

George stepped closer, and you shrunk even further into yourself. Your heart skipped a beat when he gently tilted your chin up to meet his surprisingly soft gaze. “I meant, why do you think I don't love you back?”

You faltered. Was he saying what you thought he was? “Well, I mean, I thought I'd made things super obvious and awkward but you didn't change so I thought you weren't interested.”

George's hand was still on your chin and his thumb rubbed soothingly across your cheek, wiping away the single tear that had spilled. “I thought you weren't interested! You normally go for those muscly gym guys so I figured I'd take whatever I could get with the arm wrestles and stuff, but then you started avoiding me so I thought you were done with it.”

A small laugh escaped you, and he looked at you in confusion. “Have you seen yourself?” Hesitantly, you raised a hand to his bicep, marvelling at finally being able to feel the muscle instead of just staring at it, and more amazed at the way the boy responded to your touch, drifting closer until you were barely inches apart.

“So then why did you run?” His voice was whisper soft against your face, eyes gazing down at you with an overwhelming blend of sincerity, bewilderment and something like longing. His cheeks were tinted as pink as you knew yours were.

“Got flustered.”

“Flustered? You? I don't believe you.” A smile tugged at the edge of his lips, the playfulness you were used to creeping back into his voice. It was such a relief to feel the tension dissipating from the room, to have your George back, that you buried your head in his shoulder with a giggle. He laughed too, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Oh, I see, you really want to do this? Okay, let's see ‘flustered y/n’ at their best.”

You yelped in surprise as his other arm hooked under your legs and swept you off your feet, your arms flying up round his neck for support. His arm was tense across your back but he looked the most relaxed he'd been since he walked in, and he shifted you closer to press a quick kiss to your lips before setting you down on the bed and sitting beside you.

“Lucy's going to be very smug about this, you know,” he nudged you.

“I know,” you whined, burying your face in your hands. “Rock paper scissors for who has to tell her.” George laughed again and placed his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer as you leant into the embrace.

“Is this just a ploy to get more hugs?”

“Is it working?”

In response, he brought his other arm around your waist and kissed your forehead. You smiled, leaning up to kiss him properly, and he reciprocated eagerly.

—

Lucy had left George alone on the steps to your room once you started your confession, giving you both a bit of privacy, and decided when he didn't come back downstairs immediately that things had either gone very badly or very well. She believed, and hoped, that it was the latter. Her suspicions were confirmed when she came to tell you she'd made breakfast and found you fast asleep, wrapped in George's arms.

#george karim x reader #lockwood & co #lockwood and co fanfiction #george karim #gn!reader #multiverse of george #buff!george

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hero-deserves-to-be-happy · 29 days

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Let Kel Be Sad: An Analysis on Kel’s struggles to express his negative emotions

Like Hero, Kel is also a “fixer”—he would bend over backwards to solve his friends' problems and stop the world if it would make them happy again, and both him and his brother are such big hearted and generous people who would much rather be the emotional support for others rather than talk about their own problems and make a situation about themselves and their feelings. For Hero, this often involves burying his own feelings and faking happiness, but I don’t think it necessarily means this for Kel, even if he struggles to express his negative emotions.

To me, Kel’s happiness and positivity is genuine, but he dismisses, discounts, and often runs from his sadness when he does experience it.

Let's discuss under the cut.

[Mod Sprinkles made the joke that in another universe I (mod Acacia) would also run a blog called "Let Kel Be Sad" so here are some Kel thoughts. Thanks for indulging my ramblings! 🧡]

Disclaimer: These are just my personal opinions, perceptions, and headcanons about Kel (and Hero). There are a lot of ways his character can be interpreted, and one of the great things about fandom is getting to see different points of view and differing interpretations of characters we all know and love. I know I speak for both Sprinkles and myself when I say we have a lot of respect for that, and for that reason, I want to be upfront that, while I do genuinely believe Kel struggles expressing negative emotions (thus the "Let Kel Be Sad" title), I don't personally view Kel as someone whose happiness is "fake" in the same way as Hero's. I can see the appeal of this interpretation and can understand why people interpret his character in this way, but it personally does not vibe with my personal interpretations, perceptions, and headcanons of Kel and his character, so if you perceive/headcanon Kel in that way, this post probably won't be your cup of tea. Please keep that in mind.

Warnings: OMORI Spoilers and discussion of game-relevant heavier topics such death, trauma, and grief.

Kel wears his heart on his sleeve, but this doesn't mean that he is shallow. He is a big-hearted, deeply empathetic, and incredibly loyal friend, and it cannot be stated enough that one of Kel’s biggest strengths is his ability to use his natural positivity and resilience to lift up those around him. He’s really the hero of the game because none of the healing would have been possible if he hadn’t continued to believe in his friends even after all of this time, hadn’t encouraged them, and hadn’t built them up just by being Kel.

And while I do think Kel does struggle to express vulnerabilities and negative emotions, I don't personally think of Kel's unwavering optimism as a mask. In my mind, Kel is not an emotional repressor or burier in the same way as Hero. In fact, because he wears his heart on his sleeve, he would probably really struggle to fake an emotion he wasn’t feeling (even if it was something positive like happiness). If Kel doesn’t want to express an emotion, I imagine he runs from it and avoids it, since it’s not natural or easy for him to “replace” or “bury” it with a fake one. Whereas Hero is much more reserved and private about his feelings, no matter what they are, so it’s much easier for him to convincingly mask pain and suffering under layers and layers of fake happiness. I just don’t think Kel would be able to hold back those emotions for very long. His negative feelings would eventually just kind of explode out of him without thinking and/or they’d become so apparent from his expressions and/or actions (since he does wear his heart on his sleeve) and everyone (including the player of the game) would know that he had so much negativity under the surface.

This isn't to say that Kel is perfectly fine. He isn't. He has suffered a terrible loss just like everyone else, but I think the game makes it clear that Kel has the most acceptance surrounding Mari's death and that he has made peace with what happened more so than the other main characters. Please keep in mind that this is only relative to the other main cast. Kel may seem "well-adjusted" in comparison to his brother and his friends who are, quite frankly, barely keeping it together, but he would not necessarily be considered well-adjusted in comparison to the non-traumatized townies. I genuinely believe that Kel is still in the process of healing, but relative to the other main cast members, he is farther along in that journey than they are.

And in that way, the game doesn't really give us a moment where Kel is overwhelmed by grief in the same way as the rest of the characters. Yes, there is the scene (one of my personal favorites) where Kel shares about his fight with Hero, and it is incredibly vulnerable and gives a lot of subtly and nuance to his character, but I don't think it's necessarily evidence that the player can't accept Kel as he presents himself to us at face value in the way that we can't accept Hero as he presents himself to us at face value. As I recently discussed in this post, the scene where Sunny finds Hero crying alone at Mari’s piano on the night of "Two Days Left" tells the player that Hero's attempts to appear well-adjusted and "fine" are, at least to a certain extent, all for show. There isn’t a Kel equivalent of this scene which, I personally think, is meant to tell the player of the game that Kel is the most well-adjusted member of his friend group (key words here being "of his friend group") and the one who has the most acceptance surrounding Mari’s death. Additionally, Mod Sprinkles actually made the point that Sunny is extremely perceptive and sensitive to his friends’ feelings and emotions. If Kel was still harboring a lot of negativity surrounding Mari’s death, Sunny likely would have picked up on that and been more hesitant to go outside with him in the first place.

This isn’t to say that Kel doesn’t ever have any negative feelings and that he doesn’t struggle to express those sometimes, but I think this struggle to express “the bad stuff” doesn’t stem from a pressure he feels to be happy all the time. That said, I do wonder sometimes if he is a little scared of feeling sad. He wants to be happy and wants everyone around him to be happy, and I think there is this certain helplessness that he feels when he can’t cheer other people up. We see a little glimpse of that in his account of his & Hero’s fight after Mari’s death. I think watching someone he loved so much go through such a deep and debilitating depression at such a young age probably permanently affected him, and he might have some worries about getting “stuck” like his brother, wallowing in that sadness and grief if he allows himself to feel it.

However, this is an unwarranted fear because Kel and Hero are very different. Even though Kel might feel sad, and his feelings are absolutely valid, I don’t think he’s prone to that level of despair and depression that we see in Hero. Understanding that his experiences and emotional responses are different than his brother’s is a big part of growing up so it might take him a while to realize this, and in the meantime, I could see it possibly manifesting itself as a sort of avoidance of sadness.

Everyone grieves differently. This is a difficult concept for even adults to understand, so I can't imagine how hard it would be for a 12-year-old like Kel. Because Kel didn't grieve Mari in the same way as Hero or his friends and didn’t spiral into the same level of despair and depression as the others, I think he struggles with invalidating his own feelings to himself sometimes--writing them off as shallow and dismissing them to himself as "just not deep enough." Again, I think this goes back to the one (1) fight that Kel and Hero had. We don’t know exactly what they said to each other in that fight, but it’s my personal headcanon that Hero lashed out at Kel for “not understanding” for he felt. From then on, I think Kel really does struggle with this fear that he just doesn’t understand emotions and because of that, any attempts to help his hurting loved ones will only make everything worse.

I’d really like to see him reach a place in which he can accept that even if his feelings and his grief are different and perhaps not as lingeringly overwhelming as the others', that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have them and that doesn’t mean he didn’t care about Mari or his friends. In my mind, Kel’s hesitation and worry at expressing his negative feelings and his happy-go-lucky personality can both exist at the same time. I don't think they are mutually exclusive, and I tend to think of Kel as someone who naturally looks on the bright side of things and is genuinely optimistic and uplifting. To deny this feels like a disservice to (my personal perception of) Kel, but I think it is also a disservice to pretend he never feels sadness or any negative feelings at all. There has to be a balance.

Let Kel feel sad when he needs to but recognize that he doesn’t actually need to feel sad all that often.

#kel omori #omori kel #omori hero #hero omori #omori #omori meta #omori analysis #kel character analysis #hero character analysis #(at least a little bit)#omori spoilers #thanks for reading #hero loves his brother so we can talk about him here too i think

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thoseboysinblue · 6 months

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Trustfall

Part 2

Christian Pulisic x reader

You are one of Christian's closest friends in London, but maybe both of you want a bit more.

Word count: 4300+

Warnings: Fluff, swearing, smut

Song Inspo: Trustfall by Pink

Requested: No

Author's note: This one has been sitting in my drafts for well over a year, so let's pretend for a minute they are all still playing for Chelsea :)

Once you arrive at your apartment, you start making a cup of tea, turning on some music to help you forget that you are alone when you really don't want to be. You hear someone knock on the door of your apartment. It is strange to have someone at your door this time of night, but thinking maybe it is a neighbor needing something you go to the door, checking to see who it is. And there he is, Christian shifting nervously from one foot to the other in the hallway outside of your door.

"Hey, what are you doing?" you ask as you open the door inviting him inside.

"Y/N, I need to talk to you" he says fiddling with his sleeves nervously as he kicks his trainers off and follows you into your kitchen.

"Sure, I'm making some tea, or I've got beer, I think I'm out of your favorite, but there's whatever Mason and Ben usually drink in the fridge" you offer.

"Tea is fine" he says, sitting down on one of the stools at your kitchen counter throwing you a slight smile.

You pull out another mug and set about making his tea. Both of you remain silent until you finish making tea for the two of you. You don't even have to ask how he likes his tea, you've known that for ages.

You move around the counter, sitting the mug down in front of him and sitting on the stool next to him, turning to face him, your knees slotting between his.

"So what's up, why do you seem nervous?" you ask with a chuckle.

"I am nervous," he says as he takes a sip of the tea you'd made him.

"How do you do that?," he asks.

"Do what?" you answer back, knitting your eyebrows together in confusion as to what he is asking you.

"Know what I need without me asking? Know how I like my tea? Know my favorite beer, pre-game meal, and post game meal?" he rattles off several questions before stopping himself.

"Well, part of it is my job," you laugh quietly, "pretty sure I know how everyone likes their tea, so don't start thinking you are special," you grin as you sit your cup down on the counter to wrap your hands around the back of his neck.

"I'm not special, huh?" he says also placing his cup down next to yours so that he can settle his hands on your waist.

"I didn't see you making sure anyone else was ok last night, did I?" You shake your head.

"And who's bed were you in last night?" he asks, gaining a bit of confidence.

"Yours" you answer, your voice barely above a whisper, looking into those dark brown eyes you've grown to love as Christian inches closer and closer to you.

"And who's hoodie is this?" he whispers along your jaw, the warmth of his breath fanning across your neck sending a tingle down your spine.

"Yours, Christian" you say as you close your eyes, savoring the moment.

"Still not special?" he asks bumping his nose against yours, but the way your breath hitches at his closeness tells him all he needs to know.

"Look at me, please," he begs you to open your eyes. You do as he asks, your eyes opening to focus on his face just a few inches from yours.

"I should've told you this a long time ago", he says while continuing to hold eye contact with you. "I haven't because I've been scared. I'm not good at this kind of stuff. I'm worried I won't be enough and that I won't be able to give you what you need," he drops his gaze to the floor, his cheeks flushing pink at his semi-confession.

"Christian", you smile, your hands cupping the sides of his face, your thumbs lightly stroking the stubble of his beard. "It's just me, there's nothing to be scared about. Please tell me what you are thinking," you plead with him.

He looks back up at you, "I can't keep pretending like I don't have feelings for you" he says quietly, like he is confessing his innermost secret.

"I think about you all of the time. I crave your presence. I slept better last night than I have in months, because I had you with me. The only thing I could think about on my so-called date earlier was how I wished it was you. I know we are friends and I don't want to lose that, but I think you feel the same way. If you don't, we can pretend this conversation never happened."

"Christian, please don't…" you slightly stutter feeling him drop his hands from your sides as he presumes you are about to turn him down.

You slide your hands back around the back of his neck, "Please don't say you aren't enough, you are more than enough."

You lean in closer, ghosting your lips along his jaw as you whisper, "I feel the same way about you," pressing a gentle kiss to his neck, watching his Adam's apple move as he swallows dryly.

You tilt your head back slightly, your face still only inches from his.

"Can I kiss you?" he asks quietly.

You give him a slight nod and pull him closer to you finally pressing your lips against his.

The kiss is slow, gentle, and perfect; just like you'd always imagined as his lips slot perfectly against yours. Your heart feels like it might explode, beating away in your chest while you tangle your fingers in the back of his hair.

You change positions slightly so that you are standing between his legs wanting to pull him as close to you as possible. One of his hands settles on your lower back gripping onto the hoodie of his you are still wearing, while the other moves to cup your jaw, his thumb brushing gently over your cheek.

You pull away from one another naturally, you lean your head slightly into his hand while continuing to scratch lightly at the back of his neck.

You continue holding eye contact with him as you both start to slightly grin at one another, that quickly turn into broad smiles and a bit of a laugh from the two of you.

"I've wanted to do that for so long" he tells you. "Me too" you answer him honestly.

He takes one of your hands, placing it against his chest so that you can feel his heart beating wildly, "This is what you do to me, y/n" he says pecking you on the lips again.

"Is that all I do to you?" you bite your lower lip slightly, gripping onto his shirt to pull him back to you.

"No, that's definitely not all you do to me" he says with a chuckle before crashing his lips to yours in a kiss that is feverish and hungry and full of pent up longing for one another.

His tongue runs along the seam of your lips before he dips it into your mouth, swirling around your own. His kisses lower along your jaw and neck as you tilt your head back slightly to give him better access, a breathy moan escaping your parted lips.

"You have no idea how long I've waited to hear you moan" he says nipping his teeth slightly at your neck.

"I want you to make me moan" you answer, pulling him back so that you can kiss him again.

You hear him groan as you bite playfully at his bottom lip. "Y/N" he says barely pulling away and resting his forehead against yours. "Yes, Chris?"

"Do you trust me?" he breathes out as you nod. "Will you fall with me?" he leans back, searching your expression for an answer he hopes he already knows.

"Yes," you breathe out, eyes glistening, "yes, I'll fall with you, I think I'd follow you anywhere, Christian."

"I need to know you're mine, please tell me you're mine" he says bumping his nose against yours before peppering kisses along your jaw.

"Of course I'm yours, I've always been yours" you say with a giggle as his beard tickles along your neck.

"But I'm not sure why you'd want me, you could have literally anyone," you sigh causing him to snap his attention back to your face.

"You don't understand why I'd want you?" he questions, as you shake your head slightly.

"I want you because you are smart. And funny. And kind. And caring. And my best friend. And beautiful," he says while placing gentle kisses to your cheeks, eyes, nose, and neck between each statement, slipping his hands underneath the top you are wearing and lightly running his hands along your waist.

He feels you shiver as goosebumps erupt where he has touched your bare skin. "Do you like feeling me touch you, baby" he says biting slightly at your ear.

"Yes" you breathe, letting out a breath you didn't realize you were holding.

"Take this off" he urges, pulling at the bottom of his hoodie that you are wearing. You comply, pulling it up an over your head and dropping it on the floor.

"Add incredibly sexy to the list of reasons I want you" he says as his eyes dance over you before he dips his head to kiss along your chest and the tops of your breasts.

Christian stands up from the barstool he has been sitting on, lifting you up as you wrap your legs around his torso and he grips onto the backs of your thighs. You kiss along his neck as he carries you towards your room.

Once inside your room, he steadies you on your feet as you turn on the lights, but leave them dimmed. Christian presses a loving kiss to your lips, sliding his hands along the small of your back. "I want to take my time tonight, I want to learn what you enjoy, but we don't have to do this if you don't want to," he smiles, reassuring you that he is fine with taking as much time as you need.

"I've never wanted anything as much as I want you right now, Christian" you smile, pulling him towards your bed as you lift his T-shirt for him to pull over his head. He throws his shirt across the room, attaching his lips back to yours in a passion filled kiss.

His kisses lower along your neck and chest before he lowers himself onto his knees in front of you, continuing to place sloppy kisses along your stomach, enjoying the sounds he is already pulling from you.

He slides his hands under the waistband of the pants you are wearing, looking up at you to silently ask your permission before he pushes them down your legs. He taps your calf so that you can step out of them before standing back up in front of you and placing another kiss on your lips. "I don't think I'll ever get tired of kissing you" he mumbles against your lips as you giggle and shake your head, bumping your nose against his.

You quickly untie the strings his joggers and lower yourself down to place a few kisses along his torso and thighs as you slowly pull them down to the floor before he steps out of them. You admire his toned physique, the sight of his hardened bulge causing you to bite your lip.

He clears his throat, causing you to look up at him from your current position. He cocks one eyebrow and chuckles lightly as he pulls you back to your feet, causing you to blush slightly.

"There will be plenty of time for that later, tonight is about you" he says pulling you onto your bed with him, both of you kissing playfully as you work your way towards your pillows.

Christian snakes his body between your legs, holding the weight of his upper body on his hands, hovering his face just above yours, "Baby, I'm going to need you to let me know what you like. If you want it faster, slower, harder, softer, you have to let me know. Can you do that for me?"

You swallow the lump in your throat and nod silently, knowing that talking dirty and vocalizing your wants during sex aren't exactly something you are used to, but for him, you will do anything.

"I'm going to learn exactly what you need, but I'm going to need some help from you."

You nod again. Now even more nervous that you might somehow disappoint him.

Leaning down, he presses another kiss to your lips before moving to kiss along your jaw and neck. Lowering himself slowly and gently kissing and caressing your body. "You're mine now, right?" He asks, kissing along the tops of your breasts. "Yes, Christian, I'm yours, only yours," you answer breathily.

You arch your back off the bed pressing your breasts further into his face as you feel his hands slide around to unclasp your bra. As the material around you loosens, you quickly remove your arms from the straps and fling it across the room. Christian lifts himself up a bit higher so that he can admire your now freed breasts. Your nipples harden while his eyes, darker and full of lust, wander over your body.

He brings one hand up to cup your left breast, rolling your nipple between his forefinger and thumb. You gasp and let out a quiet moan.

"So beautiful, baby, you are so fucking beautiful, you know that right?"

You shake your head, not really considering yourself in the same category of beauty as the girls you know footballers typically hang around.

Not satisfied with your answer, he gives your right nipple a flick with his tongue, eliciting another gasp from you, "you are beautiful, y/n, and I'm going to make sure you know how beautiful I think you are, every single day."

While sucking and flicking over your right nipple with his tongue he continues rolling your left nipple between fingers before palming your left breast. Kissing along your breasts and switching to use his mouth on your left nipple while rolling and pinching the right between his fingers, uttering "mine" as he explores your exposed upper body with his mouth and hands while continuing to pull quiet moans from you.

As he reaches the top of your lace underwear, he hooks his thumbs under the delicate material and looks up towards your face silently asking permission to remove them. When you lift your hips a bit, he slides the material down your legs tossing them onto the floor.

Christian takes his time slowly kissing up each of your legs leaving you in a whimpering mess beneath him. When he reaches the tops of your thighs, he slows down even more, taking the time to mark the inner aspect of both of your thighs with purple bruises. Tilting his head back slightly, he smirks at the marks he's left knowing they are in a place only he will see.

You lift your head up enough to make eye contact with him, silently pleading for him to touch you where you need him the most.

"What do you want, sweetheart?" he asks you teasingly.

"You, I want you, I need you, Christian," you beg thrusting your hips up inching your way closer to him. "Me, huh? You want, sorry, you need me?" he grins back at you sliding two fingers along your entrance and up your already soaked folds returning them to your entrance again before slipping them inside of you.

You drop your head back down on the pillows and arch your back, letting out a quiet moan as he curls your fingers inside of you.

"Yes, yes, I need you," you breathe out as he lowers his face to flick his tongue over your clit.

Your hand instinctively grips into his hair as you press yourself closer to his face earning a little chuckle from him as he takes in exactly how you like for him to touch you.

He moans at the taste of you, savoring the moment he's been waiting for for what feels like forever, the vibrations from his moans cause you to gasp. He continues flicking and sucking at your clit while working his fingers inside of you hitting you perfectly against your g-spot while he slowly devours you.

"Let me hear you baby, I want to know how good I'm making you feel," he says barely above a whisper as you continue to pant and moan his name writhing beneath his touch.

You feel your orgasm brewing and you silently wish you could hold it off so that you could enjoy everything Christian is giving you for as long as possible, but you know you can't.

"Chris, I'm gonna" you breathe out a long and strangled moan as your orgasm washes over you, feeling yourself clench around his fingers as your back arches off of the bed. He slows his movements only slightly to help you through your orgasm and when he feels you relax around him his slowly withdraws his fingers licking them clean and placing a few delicate kisses along your thighs as he moves his way back up your body.

He slowly kisses you, pressing his tongue past your lips so that you can taste yourself, drawing another moan from you as he laces his fingers with yours. You take your free hand and slide it down his body, reaching the waistband of his boxers, dipping your fingers just below it and pushing them down a bit. He helps you lower his boxers enough to free his hardened cock before sitting up to push them the rest of the way down his thighs and kick them loose from his legs.

You reach to wrap your fingers around his length hearing him groan in response as you begin to work your hand up and down him circling your thumb around his tip and spreading his already leaking pre-cum.

He leans back down pressing his forehead to yours as he kisses you passionately slipping his hand over yours and takes over stroking himself. You move your hand to slip it into the back of his hair as he runs the head of his cock up and down your folds bumping at over your overly sensitive clit before moving it back to your entrance. You hitch your leg up over his hip pulling him into you, silently encouraging him to give you what you want.

He pushes himself into you as he moans "fuck, y/n" and drops his head into the crook of your neck before starting to slowly thrust. "You have no idea how fucking amazing you feel" he grunts before kissing you again picking up the pace slightly as you lift your leg just a little higher deepening the angle he's thrusting into you at, causing your head to fall back further into your pillows and your eyes to roll backwards.

He takes advantage of your exposed neck and places a few sloppy kisses along your neck and jaw dropping his head further to flick his tongue over your left nipple causing you to gasp and clench tighter around him. He smirks at your reaction before kissing you again, switching to roll your nipple between his finger and thumb.

"Shit, Christian", you pant as you grip onto his bicep feeling another orgasm brewing embarrassingly fast. You place your fingers against his lips and he opens his mouth, swirling his tongue around them and sucking on them slightly coating them in his saliva. You snake your hand between your bodies, circling over your clit slowly.

Christian also lowers his hand down your body, pressing slightly on your lower abdomen. The added pressure from him intensifies everything and you feel him even deeper, dragging himself perfectly against your walls hitting that sweet spot inside of your with each thrust.

"Chris, keep going, just like that, please don't stop," you breathe out, through a few strangled moans, continuing to moan and pant his name knowing you were dangerously close to another orgasm.

"Open your eyes for me, y/n," he whispers like a prayer. You force your eyes open to be met with his dark brown eyes, pupils blown out as he stares down at you. "Are you gonna cum for me again?" he manages to get out through a few moans and grunts of his own. "Yes" you moan as you begin to clench around him.

He crashes his lips to yours, both of you swallowing each other's moans as you reach your highs together, him spilling into you and stilling himself deep inside you as he feels your walls flutter and clench around him. He thrusts lazily a couple of times before collapsing onto your chest with a whimper of your name.

Your hand instinctively moves to gently scratch the back of his head as he intertwines one hand with yours placing delicate kisses to your exposed skin as you both work to calm your breathing while laying in silence.

You wince as he pulls out of you, rolling onto his side and pulling you close, neither of you quite ready to let go of one another. Your quiet, gentle kisses soon turn into giggles as he begins to pepper kisses along your jaw and neck.

He brushes your hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear as he places a kiss on your forehead. "I can't believe that just happened" he says grinning at you while you shake your head sharing his disbelief. "Took us long enough," you answer, placing a kiss to his collar bone as he skims his fingers along your naked back.

"You didn't do a very good job of telling me what you wanted though" he leans back, cocking one eyebrow as he makes eye contact with you.

"You didn't seem to need many directions" you relply, your cheeks flushing pink.

"True" he smirks back at you cockily, "and we're only going to get better. I'll work out your kinks eventually, whether you want to tell them to me or not," he says before placing another gentle kiss to your lips.

You sit up and stretch, letting out a content sigh before scooting out of bed to make your way to your bathroom to clean yourself up a bit.

You admire the marks Christian had left on your thighs for a few minutes before brushing the tangles out of your hair and returning to your bedroom.

As you enter the room, Christian has turned off the lights and is snuggled under your duvet. He watches attentively as you slip back into the bed, reaching his arm out to invite you to cuddle into his side.

You press yourself against him resting your head on his chest as he begins to softly trace shapes along your side. Your fingers dance along the lines of the tattoos on his arm, "I've always thought these were beautiful," you say quietly before pulling his hand to your mouth, lightly kissing his fingertips. He hums lowly, enjoying the lightness of your touch.

"You don't have any do you?" he asks softly as you shake your head silently.

"I've never really had a reason to get one" you answer.

"Maybe I can give you a reason to get one someday" he says barely above a whisper and you nod your head in agreement as your stomach somersaults at his insinuation of a future together.

"Christian," you whisper, placing a kiss to his chest as he hums, "when did you know you had feelings for me?"

"I think they've always been there, but the last international break I knew. You know how much I always love being at home, but suddenly I couldn't stand the thought of being away that long, of not seeing you everyday..." he trails off.

"Explains all the FaceTime calls," you giggle against his chest, warmth spreading in his belly at the sound.

"I think that's when I knew too," you breathe out, "caught myself looking up flights to the States, thought about surprising you."

"I would've loved that you know," he says placing a kiss to the top of your head.

"I know, but I wasn't sure if it would be weird if I just showed up like that, and I was burried under a mountain of work at the time trying to figure out all of travel for the Champions League games," you shrug.

"You know, we don't tell you enough how much all of us appreciate what you do for the club," he smiles shifting so that he can lay beside you and look you in the eyes as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Just part of the job," you grin at him, closing the gap and pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

"Can we keep this between us for now," he asks quietly, "well at least between us and Mase and Chilly?"

"Yeah, of course" you smile softly.

"It's not that I don't want people to know, it's just that we have to think about how we handle things with the club," he says as he drags his fingertips along your arm, wanting to reassure you that he's not regretting anything or backing out on you.

"I know, it's fine, but there aren't really any rules that say we can't be together, especially since I'm not part of the coaching staff," you smile shyly.

"So you've looked into it," he grins at you.

"Maybe," you crinkle your nose at him.

"But at least it won't be unusual for us to be seen together or anything, we just have to keep it friendly for now, until we're ready to let everyone know."

"That might be harder than we think," he chuckles.

"It might be," you smile against his lips as he kisses you.

"Let's get some sleep, we can get up in the morning and run by my house to grab my training gear before we head in."

"That sounds like a good plan," you nuzzle your face into his neck leaving a kiss there before you drift off to sleep, the two of you tangled up together.

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