#Still over bearing and caring and considerate and a little in his own head about things

[kakusu-shipping]

Like an open book

It is 4:30am, my Air Conditioning unit sounds like a washing machine on full power, and it is simply impossible to sleep, so let’s write a Nook X Reader, hm?

Tom Nook X Island Rep/GN!Reader

In which you eat dirt

“I see you...innocently running in a great field...” 

“They respond right away this time...”

Another quiet day was slowly winding to a close outside Resident Services windows as Tom Nook relaxed back into his chair, stretching his paws over the desk.

Across from him, his peppy assistant Isabelle was taking the down time to catch up on some novel one of the residents had recommended to her. Just watching her expressions, Nook had picked up the plot considerably. It was a romance, never too steamy and hardly sweet, somewhere near the middle the main hunk had betrayed the story’s maiden in some major way, and now, three chapters to the end, he way dying.

Tom was never sure if he was just remarkable at reading faces, or if young Isabelle was just too easy to read. He’d wondered if he was once that expressive, wearing a story on his face and he walked naively through life.

Looking back, it was probably fine that he had, and would have been better if he’d continued to do so.

Movement outside the front window pulled Nook from memory lane; The Island Rep was whizzing through the main plaza, a to-go coffee from Brooster’s in one hand, a gift from one resident to another in the other.

Now that was youth, Tom thought to himself, acting to stretch as he stood and made way to get closer to the window. The rep had practically built this island with their own two hands, and now spent their time running from one corner to the next, filling the museum with every bug, fish, fossil, and painting they could get their hands on.

They were quiet the feat, weren’t they? So vibrant, goal oriented, and caring to the other residents. They didn’t complain about the ludicrous amount of work assigned to them. If Nook were a younger man, he might have helped share that burden more evenly, spent less time in the tent and more time in the grass pulling weeds, planting flowers, and picking fruit.

Tom was once again snapped from past regrets by swift movement out the window. Still hot coffee spilled across the brick of the square, seeping into a gift wrapped apology gift that would probably have to be returned to the sender.

The Island Rep lay face down in the center of the square, still and flat. No one else was around to see them trip and catch the ground with their face, only Nook, who stood frozen at the window.

“Mr. Nook? What happened?” Isabelle half closed her book and looked up, sensing the sudden stillness.

Tom didn’t answer, instead rushing as fast as his old but not quiet middle aged old joints were willing to let him go. Isabelle, who’d at most seen Nook pretend race walk after his boys, was reasonably startled by his hurry, and quickly followed him.

Outside, the Rep had finally recovered enough to start pushing themselves up on their hands. Tom stood by to offer assistance, a quiet “Are you okay?” on his lips, though overly concerned thoughts of bruised ribs and knocked out teeth ran through his head at mach speed. They didn’t have a doctor on the island, why didn’t they have a doctor on the island?

The Island Rep pushed themselves to their feet, smiling and waving off Nook, “I’m fine, I’m fine” They said, which was simply not true, as it normally isn’t when one catches themselves on rough stone chin first.

Tom was rather surprised Isabelle hadn’t shrieked loud enough to alarm the entire island.

The Rep’s chin was gashed, bleeding down on their shirt. The cut matched their smile, wide and red and prominently centered in the face. It was the kind of wound that’d probably need stitches, not something one should just walk away with.

Which they almost did, mind you.

The Rep laughed off their fall and thanked Nook for checking on them all while picking up the trashed to-go coffee cup and delivery. If the adrenaline from the fall had worn off, they sure didn’t show it, as they continued on about having to bring the gift back to it’s sender, the clothing inside completely ruined with coffee.

“m-Mayor...” Isabelle looked as though she might faint, which was a fair reaction to have to such a mess on their peaceful town, “Y-You-r.. Your ch-chin...”

The Rep, or as Isabelle may address them as a left over from their previous town together, The Mayor, began to reach up to their chin, a question on their face. Tom stepped in quicker than expected, pressing his personal pocket hankie to the wound instead. The Island Rep flinched at the pressure.

So they can feel pain. That’s a good sign, probably.

“Hold this here.” Tom Nook spoke in a tone that held no room for argument, as his rep did as they were told, pressing the cloth into their chin with enough force to stop the bleeding.

“Isabelle,” Nook addressed, the younger jumping to attention, finally taking her eyes off their mayor, “Can you handle resident services alone for a bit? I’m going to take the rep to the HHP island, they have a hospital there.”

The words of protest started on the rep’s lips, and were stopped dead in their tracks by a look from Tom. They swallowed, and looked anywhere by at Nook, shifting the cloth on their chin.

“O-Oh. Y-Yes I will be fine!” Isabelle stood to attention and saluted, eyes shut firmly in a fit of determination.

Tom nodded and placed a paw on his rep’s shoulder, turning them to the airport, “I’m counting on you. And please return this if you have a moment.” He spoke, handing Isabelle the ruined present the Rep had been delivering.

Isabelle nodded, taking the coffee soaked gift, “I’ve got it! Have a safe flight!” She waved, beaming with confidence at being left alone in Resident Service.

Nook never took his paw off The Island Representative’s, his representive, your shoulder as he spoke to Orville about booking a flight. The flightless bird having much the same reaction as Isabelle to the gash in your chin, which you’d shown him unprompted by uncovering Nook’s kerchief just enough when Orville caught your eye.

On the plane his paw was on your knee, then thigh, into your hand. The whole time his leg bounced as he stared out the window. You wondered what kind of crazy nerves were rattling in that fuzzy head of his. What loops was he taking himself through scared for you, the island, poor Isabelle and Orville. What would Lottie say, he must be asking himself.

Perhaps he was planning to have the pavement in the plaza evened out, shaved down, or even pay to have it full repaved more flat. No more loose, uneven bricks, smooth clean concrete. But that wouldn’t look very pretty would it? And it would take time, and bells, and inconvenience those who needed Resident Services at all hours.

You leaned ever so slightly onto Nook, holding his paw between your fingers, watching him mentally go over every possible option to make sure a disaster like this never happens again, that everyone involved was properly compensated, and that you, oh so important you, recovered comfortably so you could be back on your feet, sprinting from here to there however you pleased as soon as possible.

“I see you...innocently running in a great field...” Katrina’s fortune from this morning played in your head as you closed your eyes, “I see a lost seagull sailor in need of help...” She’d said. You didn’t quiet understand at the time. Luck in Friendship, Misfortune in Health.

With Tom Nook’s paw finally relaxing in your hand, the flight calming the Tanuki’s anxieties, you supposed now it made a bit more sense.

#Emile's Writing #Tom Nook X Reader #Animal Crossing X Reader #Finish time: 5:30am #WHOLE ASS HOUR BABY I HAVE THINGS TO DO TOMORROW #This is now where I thought I'd be tonight but I could not stop thinking about face planting it in Animal Crossing anymore #My Yandere Nook thoughts have left my brain I am on about to have an internal panic attack at all times Nook now #APPARENTLY #Old man Nook thinks he's so stoic and old and worn out #He's just the same 'ol Nook #Still over bearing and caring and considerate and a little in his own head about things #He's getting better he's getting better but her certainly thinks he's past his prime #'You could do better than an old worn out Tanuki like me' he'd say #He doesn't see the way he lights up at every big accomplishment you two share in #He doesn't hear his laugh with your ears or see his smile with your eyes #He sees a worn old man who spent his youth hating a world that's tricked him #'It's rotten work' 'Not to me. Not if it's you.' #I'm sorry I'm having weirdly soft for Tom Nook hours tonight it's almost 5:40 now I have to go to Church in the morning with this brain #My AC was making a scary noise alright???

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Hello I noticed you were taking requests and I had a little bit of an angsty request if you're willing.

Could you perhaps do how the lotr characters react to their reader SO opening up about having a bad childhood.

Please don't do if it makes you uncomfy.

Have a nice day,

led

I’m sorry you had to wait so long for your request – I hope you enjoy the post!

I would also like to thank you for requesting this topic so politely. It admittedly wasn’t easy to write for me, but I really appreciated your understanding tone! Have a nice day as well!

･ﾟ✧ Aragorn.

Aragorn shows great understanding for what you have told him. He would quietly thank you for trusting him with such knowledge and instantly offer to care and comfort you, should you need it, like holding your hand as he presses a tender kiss to your head. It is needless to say he would treat anything you told him very discreetly and respectfully.

･ﾟ✧ Arwen.

Arwen would feel with you. No matter where you opened up to her, she would instantly offer to go take a walk with her. “I may not be able change what happened to you,” she’d whisper as she took your hand. “But I can make sure that such things will never happen to you again.” Though her voice may seem sombre, she always has a comforting smile or hug for you!

･ﾟ✧ Boromir.

Boromir would have great empathy for you, remembering his own difficult childhood – especially in consideration of his brother. Although he isn’t too talkative when it comes to this subject, he is in tune with his own emotions. It helps you come to terms with your own past. You two bond over what has been and take refuge in the knowledge that you now have each other and are faraway from the past.

･ﾟ✧ Elrond.

Elrond would quietly listen to what you told him and offer you comfort with a stern expression. But inside, he is quite upset – as a father himself, you would not be able to bear what you had told him. He would treat you even kinder afterwards, looking out for you and trying to avoid any triggers that could remind you of your childhood hardship.

･ﾟ✧ Éomer.

After listening to your story, Éomer would tell you how much strength it takes to open up about such things. He is deeply impressed with how you handle your past – even if you thought you did a poor job at it. He will have none of that self-loathing in his company! “I do not want to hear you speak so ill of yourself again. You were but a child. Look how strong you became despite what happened! I am endlessly proud of you.”

･ﾟ✧ Éowyn.

What you tell Éowyn is something she carries around with her for a long time, even if she doesn’t show it. She cannot understand how someone who went through such hardship can still come out such a kind and noble person. She now tries to bring more joy into your life and shield you from possible harm. She won’t bring up the topic anew, unless you ask her to talk again, of course.

･ﾟ✧ Faramir.

With Faramir, you could very easily bond over difficult childhoods. You simply understand each other, more than other people could. With him, you could even talk regularly about what had happened to you. Faramir helps you put everything into perspective, or offers you words of advise and comfort. You can do the same for him and always feel relieved afterwards, when you cuddle in silence, content with your quasi-therapeutic conversation.

･ﾟ✧ Frodo.

Where Frodo comes from, people do not talk about childhood problems or trauma. So you opening up to him comes as quite the surprise. That said, he does understand – not everything. But he doesn’t have to. You are content to just have someone say, “I’m really sorry that happened to you.” Frodo offers you help whenever he can and is careful and considerate to keep possible triggers away from you. “We’ll manage this together. Right?” he’d say with a soft smile, stroking a gentle thumb over your hand.

･ﾟ✧ Galadriel.

Galadriel is a very empathetic Elf, so she feels alongside with you. If you cried during your conversation, it is likely she would shed a tear as well. That said, she would of course have wise words of advice and healing for you. “You have my sympathy for what happened to you. Just know that your past does not define you. Each of us makes their own destiny.”

･ﾟ✧ Gandalf.

Gandalf may not have had a childhood himself, but he has seen enough to know that such a thing isn’t easy to live with. Though he may not answer you immediately – maybe he wonders what to say after all? – you can feel that you have his empathy. And somehow, you really do believe that things will be fine when the one saying that platitude is Gandalf the Grey.

･ﾟ✧ Gimli.

Gimli is a surprisingly good listener, you learn as you open up to him. He is silent and probably saddened by what he heard, but afterwards, he would definitely tell you how proud he is of you for not only surviving your past but putting it into words now, years later. He’d also give you a soft smile and promise you that things will get brighter.

･ﾟ✧ Haldir.

Haldir is probably the last person you wanted to tell about your bad childhood – but it happened anyway. You simply couldn’t bear his snarky and jealous comments about your ‘perfect upbringing’ anymore. Needless to say, he would fall entirely silent after your retelling. He would now see you in a new light and respect you even more for having survived all that you told him about. Somewhere along the line, he’d even offer you a hug!

･ﾟ✧ Legolas.

You and Legolas would bond over your parents and hardship as children and young adults. As an Elf, Legolas is not very much in touch with negative memories and emotions, as they are literally unhealthy for him. Together, you work through what you experienced. Even though your conversations leave him pensive, he would always thank you the next day for the knowledge you shared.

･ﾟ✧ Merry.

Merry would be an exceptionally good listener. He may be childish from time to time, but he recognises the sincerity of your conversation early on. He also has unexpectedly wise words for you and encourages you to speak less derogatory about yourself. “You were just a child. And these things weren’t supposed to happen to you. To no one, really. Come on. Be kind to yourself.” He’d also take your hand sit in silence with you for as long as you need!

･ﾟ✧ Pippin.

Pippin would need a few moments to understand what you said. His childhood has been great, he has no bad feelings or memories for it. That does not mean that he would be ignorant to your feelings though. Sharing your story with him not only helps you process what has happened to you, but also teaches him to seek out new perspective. In the end, Pippin would offer you a big pot of ice cream as comfort ♡

･ﾟ✧ Sam.

After hearing your story, Sam would sit in silence for a few moments, thinking about what he heard. Then he would try and comfort you with an allegory or comparison that reflected your childhood – he is a poet at heart after all. Though he struggles to find the right words, his care and sincerity soothe you. Somehow you know that, no matter how dark your days may get, there is always sunshine in your life when you’re with Samwise Gamgee.

#lotr imagine #lotr headcanons #lotr x reader #aragorn x reader #arwen x reader #boromir x reader #elrond x reader #eomer x reader #eowyn x reader #faramir x reader #frodo x reader #galadriel x reader #gandalf x reader #gimli x reader #haldir x reader #legolas x reader #merry x reader #pippin x reader #samwise x reader #* ask #* request #* angsty #* hurt/comfort

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Have you ever wanted to give Astarion more hugs? Because I did. So I wrote 34K words just to give him more hugs. It's Hugs for a Vampire, literally just uploaded the last chapter.

It's my first finished long fic ever and I feel this weird little pride so I wanted to gush about it. Please enjoy a few of my favorite snippets below (spans the game so beware spoilers), but this thing has a bit of everything.

You want figuring out boundaries? You got it!

You’re not sure how much of it is a choice that you’ve consciously made or if it’s born of your underlying worry. It hasn’t been long since you entered this new phase in your relationship, and the past couple of weeks have been a lot of trial and error to get to a place of some comfort and understanding. As such, you know exactly why you’ve been careful, consciously or not. “I don’t want to touch you if you’re not ready for it,” you say, tilting your head toward his, whispering your words away from the rest of the group.

The vampire freezes a moment, his eyebrows knitting into a look of concern. “While I appreciate the sentiment, darling, a hug isn’t exactly carnal .”

You give him a flat look. “Of course it isn’t,” you respond back. “But it’s still… intimate. You should be allowed to decide when that happens. If you hug me, I know you want it to happen.”

Astarion finally uncrosses his arms, only to rub at his temple in exasperation. “Ugh, you’re being disgustingly considerate,” he says, closing his eyes. “It’s times like this that I wonder how we’ve even gotten this far.”

You want a smidge of angst? Of course.

Astarion’s arm around you shifts, an attempt to pull you closer. You turn to face him and lean in to help his efforts. He gives you a sad little grateful smile, and tucks you into his chest, your head resting just below his chin. When he speaks, his voice is barely above a whisper, a low rasp to it, “I’m here, dear. We’re in this together.”

Nodding into his chest, you take a few steading breaths. “I know,” you say. “But is it too much to ask for a break every once and a while?”

“Darling,” a cold kiss graces your temple before he continues, “I’ve been asking myself that question for two-hundred years.” His words aren’t meant to elicit sympathy, just reality, and you both soak in it for a while. Laying in each others’ arms, bodies too exhausted to move, spirits too broken to speak, you allow yourself to weep.

You want calling Astarion out on his bullshit? For sure.

“Gods,” he breathes out in anguish. “I can’t say you’re wrong. I can only say I'm so glad we didn’t meet then. I don’t even want to think what would have happened to you…”

You’ve never been above challenging your lover’s sullen moods, facing his avoidances head on. So you stare him down fiercely when you say, “Don’t you avoid this, Astarion. Face it, like you must face them. You would have killed me.”

And just like that, something in him buckles. All of his blustering blown away in the stark reality of his previous life. “I would have killed you.” Astarion’s shoulders bow, his head turns away from you and it’s all you can do to hold back a fierce, rib-shattering embrace.

You want fluff? Hell yeah.

You’re ever the slightly more responsible of the two of you. “I always thought that the day we got thrown into prison together it would be for theft, murder, maybe racketeering– not public indecency.”

“The night is young, dear,” he says, smiling up at you innocently. "I wouldn't rule any of them out quite yet."

You plant a small kiss on his head and respond, “You are an utter fool.”

You want an ending where he doesn't run off on his own and break your heart? It's only natural 😭

Sniffling, tears trailing down your face and onto his neck, you know your voice is barely there. But you need him to know. You whisper to him, “We’re all here for you. You’re safe with us.”

And like a stubborn lock that finally gives, he collapses into you. His full body weight bears down on you, and it’s all you can do to keep from toppling over. Yet you remain solid, fully ready to support him as long as he needs.

Anyway, I just wanted to be excited, if you read this far ty I appreciate you and pls how do I get this vampire man out of my head 🥲

#astarion #bg3 #astarion x tav #fanfic #rogue + rogue #astarion x reader #baldurs gate 3

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Changbin As Reminders

Simptober Reminders M-list

Pairing: Changbin (skz) x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff ;))))

Warnings: mention of food

Notes: wahhh, Chanbin if def the type to somehow memorize your schedule better then you, who needs the reminders app when you have him! <33333 tbh i dint rlly like this too much but its okayyyyyy

-please read responsibly, and remember that this work is fiction and meant strictly for imaginative fun. the idols used in fics are more accurately faceclaims and personality outlines for imaginary characters, and should not be interpreted as factual representations of existing people

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"Make sure to turn in that report!"

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You were comfortably nestled on the couch, engrossed in the TV show that had captured your full attention. The plot twists and dramatic dialogue had you completely absorbed, and you hardly noticed anything else around you. In your own little world of suspense and entertainment, you lost track of time.

Then, out of the blue, your phone buzzed, causing you to jump slightly in surprise. You glanced at the screen and realized it was a message from Changbin. This was unusual; he was usually in his own world when he was out with the boys, not bothering with his phone.

Curious, you clicked on the message, and your heart sank as you read the words: "Make sure to turn in that report!"

Oh no, you thought, your eyes widening in realization. You had completely forgotten about that report! Panic started to creep in as you wondered how you could have overlooked such an important task.

With a sense of urgency, you quickly typed out a response, trying to sound as composed as possible despite your racing heart. "Yeup! Working on it right now, thanks, Binnie!!"

In reality, you weren't working on it at all. In fact, you had forgotten that the report even existed. But you couldn't bear the thought of disappointing Changbin, who had always been so supportive and understanding.

You hurriedly pulled out your laptop and started to work on the report, your fingers typing furiously as you tried to make up for lost time. The minutes ticked away, and as the deadline loomed closer, you could feel the pressure mounting.

But somehow, with a surge of determination and a little bit of luck, you managed to complete the report just ten minutes before it was due. You let out a sigh of relief, feeling a sense of accomplishment wash over you.

As you submitted the report, you couldn't help but smile. Sometimes, Changbin's unexpected messages were like a timely wake-up call, reminding you of your responsibilities. You were grateful for his support, even when he didn't realize he was providing it

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The morning sun painted a soft glow across your bedroom as you lay wrapped in the comfort of your cozy blanket, still lost in the embrace of sleep. The world outside was already buzzing with activity, but in your haven of dreams, you were blissfully unaware.

As you enjoyed the last moments of rest, your phone chimed, breaking the tranquil morning silence. It was a message from Changbin, your thoughtful and caring boyfriend who was already heading to work. The message read, "Don't forget to turn in that report!" A warm feeling of gratitude washed over you as you read his message. He knew your schedule so well that he even remembered the little details of your work assignments.

You couldn't help but marvel at how he seemed to have an innate knowledge of your day-to-day life. You swore that you had only mentioned the report assignment once, and even then, it was only in passing. His attention to your needs and his ability to remember the things that mattered to you never ceased to amaze you.

With a soft smile, you reached for your phone and texted back, "Thank you, Bin," adding a heart emoji to convey the depth of your appreciation. His simple yet considerate gesture had already made your day brighter.

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Changbin was on tour, and you missed him terribly. The distance between you two seemed insurmountable at times, but he always had a way of making you feel closer, even when he was miles away. He made it a habit to send you little love messages, reminders that he was thinking of you and that he was there, even in the midst of his busy schedule.

What amazed you the most was how he managed to time his messages perfectly. Despite being in different time zones, he always seemed to text you good night exactly at your bedtime, and his replies were lightning-fast, as if he had an uncanny sense of when you needed him the most.

One day, as you were engrossed in work, your phone chimed with a message from Changbin. "Don't forget to turn in that report!" it read. Your eyes widened in amazement. How did he know about the assignment that was due in just an hour? It was almost as if he had some kind of sixth sense.

Playfully, you texted him back, "Excuse me, sir, how did you know I have an assignment due?" The mystery of how he always seemed to know what was happening in your life fascinated you.

His reply came quickly, "Oh! I just know, don't worry about it, bun!"

You couldn't help but smile at his response. Changbin had a way of making you feel loved and cared for, no matter the distance. His ability to be there for you, even from afar, was something you cherished deeply.

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I have a soft request but you don’t have to answer or anything if you don’t want to. But I was wondering what your headcannon for each boy is for: Omega wakes up from a nightmare and seeks out one of the boys and their S/O for comfort. I just thought it’d be something cute and soft considering how much they each care about her in their own way. Again, you don’t have to if you don’t want to.

Such a sweet idea! Love it!

The Bad Batch x Reader - Comforting Omega

Hunter

A sound in the darkness wakes you up; Hunter next to you has woken up a few seconds before you and is already sitting up. You hear footsteps on the metal floor of the Marauder, and a moment later Omega is standing at your bunk, one of her pillows pressed against her.

Hunter asks before she can say anything, "Another nightmare?"

Ever since Kamino was destroyed and they were stuck in the ruins, Omega kept dreaming about how everything was collapsing, only in dreams they don't escape the ruins but go down with them forever.

"You're safe, sweetheart" you say softly "We're all safe"

"I know, but in the dream it feels different and it feels so real"

There is hardly any room in the bunk and yet you offer her to sleep with you and Hunter. Omega immediately accepts the invitation enthusiastically, carefully climbing over you and lying down between you. You stroke her gently through her hair and begin to tell her a nice old children's story that you remember from the old days.

Hunter smiles gratefully at you in the diffuse darkness, it means a lot to him that you show Omega so much compassion, you can see in his eyes how his heart melts.

Echo

Echo has something like a sixth sense for when you or Omega are in trouble. He wakes up from his sleep, which also wakes you up, because he has noticed Omega's nocturnal restlessness. He rolls out of the bunk and you follow him, feeling that you may be needed in a moment.

Omega lies in her bunk, breathing heavily, clutching her blanket and pillow in sweat. Echo feels her forehead as a precaution, but she has no fever.

"A nightmare?" you ask softly and quietly so as not to wake the others.

Omega nods and you wipe some tears from her face.

"Do you want to talk about it?" asks Echo softly.

She shakes her head and says, "Can't you just stay here, with me?"

Echo is torn for a moment; he's tired and had a rough day. But he finally nods.

"First we'll wash you," you say gently and take her to the refresher, washing her face, hands and neck where there was still some water paint she had dealt with during the day and giving her a fresh sleeping shirt. Finally you led her back to the bunk. Echo, in the meantime, had freshened the soaked bed.

"Now lie down" Echo says gently "We'll stay here by your bed until you fall asleep".

You sit down next to him at the edge of Omega's bed and he puts an arm around you.

"You're safe here, Omega" you assure her.

The girl smiles at you and closes her eyes with a soft, relaxed sigh.

Wrecker

When you wake up, Wrecker is already sitting by Omega's bed with Lula in his hand and seems to be playing some kind of puppet show for her. Amused you watch the two a little while. Your muscle giant is so gentle and affectionate that your heart swells at the sight of him. Wrecker is generally good with kids and kids love him, even though he is so big and his voice is so rough and deep, yet he can be so gentle and considerate with that voice when he wants to be.

Finally, you get up and walk over to the two of them.

"What are you two doing in the middle of the night?" you ask gently.

Wrecker smiled almost a little as if you had caught him, Omega as well.

"Vod'ika had a nightmare, I thought I'd distract her a bit".

You smile at your cuddly bear, kiss him on the temple and say "That's sweet of you".

Finally you lean over to Omega brush one of her blonde strands behind her ear.

"Do you think you're getting back to sleep? Do you want something else to drink?"

Omega nods, nuzzling her cheek into your warm palm for a moment. It took a little while but by now you were a beloved part of the family to her, thanks in part to Wrecker who had more or less brought you together.

You get her another cup of water and tuck her in. Wrecker tells a short bedtime story to which you both listen and finally the girl falls asleep and you can go back to your bunk.

Tech

"Tech... Tech...Tech....TECH!"

He blinks and jumps up, hitting his head at the upper bunk, waking you up in the process.

Blindly, he fumbles for his glasses, somewhat erratic and uncertain, still half asleep. You finally hand them to him carefully and he thanks you.

As soon as he puts on his goggles, he sees Omega standing by the bed, who has just woken him up.

"What's wrong? It's way past your bedtime," he says admonishingly.

"I had a nightmare," she says meekly.

Tech rubs the spot on his head he bumped earlier and asks, "What were you dreaming about?"

"Tipocca City."

Tech pauses and asks, "About the bombing?"

Omega nods.

Tech slowly swings his legs out of bed and you kneel on the bed next to him.

"We are safe, what happened there is over, It can't happen again. We made it out of the ruins, and a very large part of that is thanks to you," he says softly, for once not sounding as matter-of-fact as usual.

Omega sighs and nods.

"I know, but I can't shake this feeling, this feeling from the dream that I'm losing all of you."

"You won't" you say softly and insistently "You won't lose us".

Tech stands up and takes Omega in his arms.

"How about Y/N and I put you to bed and we stay by your bedside until you fall back asleep?"

Omega smiles and puts her arms around Tech's neck.

"Can Y/N tell one of her stories?"

Tech looks at you questioningly with a smile.

"Sure I can," you say tiredly but lovingly, and head to Omega's bunk with the two of them.

Crosshair

Omega softly pokes him.

"Cross...Crosshair...?"

"Hmm?!", he grumbles, still half asleep.

"Can I sleep in your bed?"

He sighs and opens his eyes.

"Why would you want that?". he asks a bit annoyed.

"I had a nightmare, I don't want to be alone right now"

You lie right next to Crosshair and slowly straighten up to sit, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

"What's wrong?"

Crosshair mumbles, "Omega had a nightmare, wants to sleep with us."

"Well come here then honey," you say softly, reaching out to help her climb into the bunk.

Crosshair grumbles as she climbs over him, but helps her more gently than he sounds, even patting her pillow before crossing his arms in front of his chest again and closing his eyes.

"I don't want to hear anything," he grumbles.

Omega sighs softly but nestles between you. She gently reaches for your hand and you clasp it with a smile.

"It's okay, Omega, you're safe here".

"Shut up, Kitten," Crosshair growls softly.

Omega and you know exactly that he means no harm and grin silently at each other.

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[sailtomarina]

Is it safe?

Draco’s brow furrowed in consternation as he looked between Hermione and the contraption beside them. He didn’t want to back down after needling her for months about flying. She’d agreed to private lessons–with him as the only acceptable tutor, of course–as long as he indulged a single request.

Easy, right?

It should have been a no-brainer, multiple lessons without an end in sight for one, measly little activity. Then Hermione had to go and bring that into the picture.

“Is it…safe?”

He didn’t want to get any closer, but a larger part of him wanted to step in front of his girlfriend and what was obviously an instrument of death. He’d seen Muggle cars before, certainly, but not this up close and never, ever in his entire existence had he ever imagined that he’d be asked to get inside of one. 

“Please. Do you really think I’d ask you to risk your life, Malfoy?” she scoffed. She had the gall to stroke the car like he’d hurt its feelings.

Then he cocked his head and looked the entire thing over from end to end. Did it have feelings? Was it alive?

“Whatever you’re thinking, I assure you that you’re probably mistaken,” she continued, the beginnings of a smirk playing at her lips.

“Let’s make a couple of things clear. First, yes, I think you would risk my life after you accused me of doing the same to you every single time I took you up on my broom–stop! That wasn’t a euphemism!” He scowled at her peals of laughter, even as they warmed his chest. “Second, this wouldn’t be the only time I’ve encountered a sentient carriage. Now what?”

She bent over double, hands against each knee as she gasped for breath in between her laughter. “It’s just–oh, good gods–who even says ‘carriage’ in this day in age? What era are you even from, Lord Malfoy?”

He suffered her amusement for the span of two more breaths before he reached for the closest handle and tugged.

“Wait, not there,” she caught the door before it could fully open and pressed it shut.

“What do you mean not ‘there’?” he asked. “You’re not actually suggesting that I control this thing, are you?”

Horrifying images of the metal beast careening out of control into onlookers crowded his mind, and it was with all his willpower that he stayed in place rather than retreat. 

“Well, that is the backseat, and you only sit there if the front is already occupied or you’re paying for transport. Being as neither is true, since I’ll be the one driving us, you should sit in the front next to me.” She gestured toward the adjacent door, then stepped back to give him room.

Draco had to admit that whatever Muggle had concocted this insanity, they at least knew how to make seats. The caramel leather was ridiculously comfortable, and he had ample room to stretch his legs–no easy feat, given his considerable height. He looked around with increasing curiosity that now outweighed his earlier caution.

The panel in front of him had all sorts of knobs and buttons that he knew better than to meddle with. There was a pommel-like bar between the seats, and the large ring in the driver’s seat was obviously meant as some sort of handle. Grooves lined the leather just wide enough for fingers to rest in between.

The moment she slid in next to him, Draco feigned disinterest, looking out the front glass like he couldn’t care less about his surroundings. To his immense displeasure, he could see people walking down the sidewalk and stepping into their own vehicles. Why were there so many strangers? Didn’t they have better things to do than bear witness to his probable death? He could see it now: “Unidentified Man Perishes in Flames; Bushy-haired Suspect Still at Large.”

“--as soon as you buckle up.”

In his musing, he’d missed what she said. “Sorry, what?”

Hermione chuckled and shook her head. “I said, we’ll get going as soon as you buckle up.” She gestured at the strap across her own chest.

Draco perked up at the sight. Safety measures! Excellent. The strap was rudimentary compared to the Stabilising Charms in children’s brooms, but at least it proved the Muggles weren’t completely barmy. He located his own harness, but immediately hit a snag.

“How do I…” He tugged harder, hitting the same stopping point that prevented the strap from reaching across his chest. Was this made for children? Why was it so short?

“Oh, here, allow me.”

He put his hands up in surrender and let her take charge. As she leaned over, having undone her own belt, a sneaky hand slid across his chest and tweaked a nipple in passing.

“Granger.”

She merely winked at his warning. The little brat. If they survived this, Draco was going to pay her back 10x over.

“The trick is to pull gently. Slow and steady. You don’t have a problem with that, right?” Another suggestive grin, and then the audible click of his strap settling into place.  She’d quoted almost word for word the exact same thing he’d said to her in their first flying lesson.

She stayed close, nose to nose, toffee-coloured eyes searching him for…what?

“This means more to me than you know, Draco,” she said quietly.

He could see nothing but her. Tawny eyes fixed on him, the freckles he’d kissed countless times marching across her upturned nose and cheeks, dainty ears wearing the gold and ruby earrings he’d gifted her on her birthday, and her hair, her glorious hair. There was no room for anything else, riotous spirals of golden brown spilling across her shoulders and reaching for him like a living thing. The soft ends tickled the sensitive skin along his neck, but rather than pull away, he only wanted to bring her closer, to sink his hands against the dense mass at the base of her neck, to pull her into him and snog her breathless. Maybe if he did that, then they wouldn’t drive anywhere and he could convince her to return to her flat and into bed.

He’d endeavoured to do just that, palm already cupping her cheek and preparing to press further, when she moved past his questing lips to whisper into his ear with all the sneaky planning of a witch in full control. “Be good, and you’ll thank me later.”

Her hand trailed down to squeeze, to which he let out a groan of defeat. 

“The things I do for love.”

Her smile was blinding as she pulled away, the light of it filling the space more effectively than a Lumos or any amount of daylight ever could. He’d follow her anywhere as long as she always looked at him like that, metal carriages and all.

WC 1138

Cross-posted on Tumblr and AO3 (eventually under MarinaJune)

Twitter prompt from DramionePrompts: “Is it safe?”

I’ve been on the hunt for a car lately, now that we’ve had enough clashing schedules to warrant a second vehicle for the household. We’re caught between something a bit more flexible in a hybrid, or going full futuristic and opting for an EV. The main purpose of the second car would be local transport. It’s surprisingly difficult to find one that suits all of our needs and preferences! Why can’t we just figure out Floo travel, or Apparition???

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[shirohige-pirates]

Just Like Fire

CisFem Reader x Portgas D. Ace

CW: angst, language, erotic, violence, serial killer, stalking, poisoning, over-bearing controlling parents, attempted forced marriage, possible dub-con, Munchausen by proxy (aka Factitious Disorder), wildly cute and fluffy despite the warnings. 18+ only

Summary: You're Sabo's biological sister in this AU. After college you moved in with your dear brother and his two sworn brothers in order to avoid going back home. You and Sabo despise your family equally.

Chapter 18: Date

Mid-afternoon on Friday, you and Ace got into his truck and headed away from the city. The big tent from the adventure in the back yard was packed into the truck, along with a few things to make the whole thing more comfortable. It was your first camping trip, and also your first date.

Ace had been sorting out the details with Sabo so you wouldn’t have to worry about them, assuring you that everything was going to be taken care of. You weren’t going to exactly be roughing it, at least not the way the guys usually do, and if things went sour the first night it was just a few hours’ drive to get back home. Which meant it was okay if you didn’t stay out the whole weekend.

“We’re also going to be camping on Pops’ land.” Ace had explained to you the night before you left. “He’s got something like six thousand acres of land. Plenty of room.”

“For?”

“Camping.” He said with a wink.

Now, here you were, several miles out of the city limits already, with a couple more hours of driving ahead of you. The radio was starting to break up a little, so you flipped through a few of the CDs Ace had in the glove box and put one in. The songs filled the silence of the drive, and you tried to keep your heart from popping out of your chest.

It was just you, and him, and miles of field and forest.

You trusted him. Not just in terms of being alone with him, but you also knew that nothing could go too wrong. You wouldn’t get lost. It wouldn’t matter if it rained or didn’t. No matter what exactly happened, it was going to be okay.

The only thing getting in your way so far were your own nerves.

Ace turns the player down a little. “How you holding up?”

“Huh?”

He grins, eyes still on the road. “You look nervous.”

“Haaaa, yeah. A little.” You admit. “It’s… a lot of firsts all at once, and I guess I’m just worried I’ll mess it up.”

“Mess what up?”

“I don’t know. That I’ll camp wrong, or date wrong, or… er… I mean. I’m just worried I’ll mess it up.”

Ace smiles, reaching over and tangling his fingers into yours. “You can’t mess it up. It’s already going to be perfect because you’re here.”

“A-Ace, that’s – I’m going to change!” You groan, letting go of his hand and nearly caving in on yourself.

Ace laughs. “Sorry, lil’ dove.” He teases. “You said it first, don’t get mad at me.”

“It doesn’t have to be perfect. It just needs to be you and me.” Your words come back into your mind, the memory of the night you had first changed dancing through your head for a moment.

“… Yeah.” You reach out and take his hand, flushed down to your shoulders.

“I promise, I won’t do anything you don’t want.” He says softly.

You smile, looking over at him. “Not going to live up to your reputation, eh, tyrant?” You tease.

“Pfft, ruffians,” he says, emphasizing the word. “Are good and proper gentlemen, underneath it all.”

You laugh, holding onto his hand a little more tightly. “Whatever you are, I trust you.” You assure him. “But that doesn’t make me less nervous.”

“… That’s fair.” Ace gives your hand one more squeeze before letting go, turning the player up, and putting both hands on the wheel.

The rest of the drive passed by mostly in a comfortable silence. Ace asked a couple of times if you needed or wanted him to stop somewhere for snacks, or so you could stretch and you assured him you were alright. Your body required a fraction of the care and consideration it used to need, and while your endurance wasn’t on par with the boys, you were sure it would be one day.

Ace pulled off the main road after a couple hours and onto a dirt road. He put a hand out of the window, and shot a pillar of fire into the air for a moment until you heard, and saw, a flare go off from across the field.

“What?”

“Now Pops’ knows we’re here, and he won’t worry.”

“Will I ever meet this Pops?” You question.

Ace nods. “Yeah. He told me I needed to take you on at least one date before I tried to introduce you to my dad, so, uh.”

You smile. “Okay, I understand.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Ace smiles. “That’s good.”

Ace drove along the dirt road for almost another hour. The sun was starting to dip low in the sky before he turned off the road entirely and drove through an open field for a few miles.

“Alright, this is a good spot.” He said, maneuvering the truck a little before he parked it. “I’ll get the tent set up, if you want to clean up the fire pit.”

“There’s a fire pit?” You question as you get out of the truck. Looking around you saw an area that had been purposefully cleared away. “Ah, I see.”

“There’s a few fire pits just off the road.” Ace explains as he pulls the tent from the truck bed. “Pops lets us use the land cause, well, it’s free for us for one, and two, it’s friendly. Pops’ is cursed too. Luffy and Sabo and I would come out here every couple of months and just get away from the city for a night, or two if we could swing it.”

“Aside from the backyard, you haven’t all been camping since?”

Ace grins. “Despite how it probably feels like it’s been a long time, it’s only been a month. We went the week before you moved in.”

The two of you work on your tasks. Ace gets the tent set up in short order despite how big it is. A few times you see him using rope and a bar to force things into place in a way that would normally be handled by two people working together. Dusk was settling in when you were done setting up, and Ace sets the wood pile you had stack inside the pit on fire with a flick of his wrist.

You smile as it crackles to life.

“What’s that for?” He questions looking over at you.

“You.”

“Me?”

You nod. “You’re a lot more comfortable with your curse around me now, compared to when I first moved in, and it made me feel good.”

“You’re a comfortable person.” Ace says with a smile, before he clears his throat and heads back to the truck. “Let me get something going for us to eat. That lunch at the truck stop was a few hours ago, you’ve got to be hungry.”

He sets up a little camping stove and pulls some stuff from the cooler you brought with you. After a few minutes, a camp stew is bubbling by the fire pit, and Ace is dishing out portions for both of you. It’s simple stuff, but it tastes good, and you can tell Ace held off on his usual spiciness. Some bread to clean it all up made for a nice, filling supper.

For a few minutes the two of you just sat side by side, watching the fire and the smoke. You leaned your head against his shoulder, letting your gaze get lost in the fire.

“You’re thinking so hard, I can hear it.” Ace teases, looking down at you before putting his arm around you and pulling you close. “What’s on your mind, mi luz?”

“A lot.” You admit. “How am I going to deal with my parents? What kind of revolution is Sabo planning? How much of the world is moving that I don’t know about? How’s Ichiji going to take the news? How is it night and I’m wide awake? Can I change out here? If I could be a smaller bird, could I be a bigger bird?”

You rattle off the questions and lean back, looking up at Ace. “What’s luz mean?”

“Light.” He answers softly. The light from the campfire flickers across his face, dancing in his eyes.

“I’m your light?”

He nods. “My light, my dove, my little bird, my – ah. Ahem.” You can see his face go red in the firelight. “That’s… kind of possessive, huh?”

You shake your head. Your bravery evaporates and you turn away from him before you reply. “I don’t mind… being yours.”

You feel Ace get closer, turning toward you a little. His breath against your ear heats your skin down to your shoulders.

“Then… I can be yours?” The question slips over your skin, and you nod your head.

“(Y/N).” You can feel the delighted shiver ripple through you at the sound of your name falling from his lips.

“Mm.” You barely squeak the sound out.

“I’d… like to kiss you.”

“I’d like to kiss me too.” You say, turning to look at him as it dawns on you what you said, and mortification sinks in. “Oh-by-the-seas.” You nearly cry, covering your face with your hands.

Ace had looked truly confused for the split second you had seen his face, and you couldn’t blame him. You didn’t say what you meant to say at all. You hear him crack, a snorted rush of air escaping him as he tries not to laugh, but a second later he’s laughing.

“S-sorry!” He manages, a few errant laughs still escaping him. “It was… too cute!” He tries to explain between laughs. “The look on your face, was – pfft! – adorable.”

You get up to cool off and Ace is with you.

“Wait, mi amor, I’m sorry.” You can hear the concern in his voice, but it was more his words that stopped you.

You turn to look at him, your own personal embarrassment quickly replaced by a less mortifying kind. “… Amor?”

Ace flinches. His fists clench in front of him for a moment as he takes a deep breath and looks back at you. “Yeah. I… maybe it’s too fast, but yes.”

You’re both quiet for a long moment, the crackle of the campfire and soft shift of long grass in the breeze are the only sounds. The look of concern and embarrassment on his face shifts a little and he looks away.

“Sorry. I was… I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” He rubs the back of his head idly, and lets out an aggravated sigh. “It’s too late to drive back, but I can sleep in the truck. I won’t -.”

“W-wait, no, I -.” You step toward him and grab his hand. “I’m not. I mean, I was, but not that way, and that was my own fault. I just… I never thought I’d hear that.” You admit, as your gaze drops.

You hold onto his hand tighter, and he squeezes back, waiting for you to continue.

“It was a service. That’s how I was raised – relationships were a service.” You say, your eyes flicking up to his. You’re too embarrassed to hold his gaze, but you’re trying. “Emotions are a failing of commoners. No-nobles have more sense.”

You clear your throat, managing to look at Ace without looking away. “I never thought I’d hear someone direct that word at me. Not even our parents ever said it. I just… don’t know what to say, but I’m not,” you swallow, and feel your heart rush. “Uncomfortable. I’m, um… happy.”

“Oh, thank the seas.” Ace says in relief, slumping down to his knees. He holds your hand to his head. “I thought I screwed up when you didn’t say anything.” He leans back, sitting back on his heels and looking up at you with a smile. “You don’t have to say it back. If I say something to you and you’re not sure what to say, then just say my name.”

“… Ace.”

“Yes, mi amor?” He replies with a smile.

“I would… like for you to kiss me.” You say, taking a small step back as Ace stands up. “I’ve… never… um…”

“Just relax,” he says softly, one hand caressing your face, the other slipping around your waist. “I’ll do all the work.”

He cradles your face in his hand, tilting your head back a little as he steadies you against his body. The campfire pops and the fire flickers between you, sending shivers of light over your skin. Somehow, it’s easier to disappear into his eyes like this, but your eyes keep shifting to his lips as he draws closer.

“Ace.” You say softly, gaze on his lips, after he hasn’t moved any closer for a few beats.

“Sorry,” he says in a voice sweet and low and rough. “I’ve wanted you this close for so long.”

You smile, shifting your gaze up to his eyes. “It’s barely been a month.” You tease.

“It’s okay,” he murmurs, his own gaze shifting to your lips. “If time stops,” he leans closer, his lips are nearly brushing against yours. “Every time you’re this close.”

You let out a shivering breath, and Ace closes the slip of distance between you.

The first kiss is light. Warm lips against one another almost chaste, and when he licks his lips, you can feel the tip of his tongue brush your bottom lip before he kisses you again. The rush of pleasure steals your breath more than the kiss itself, and his hands are hot against you. An appreciative moan of pleasure bubbles up from you and it’s the spark Ace was seemingly waiting for.

There’s more behind the next kiss, a desire to be closer, a need that almost seems to devour you. The fire feeds between the two of you, burning hotter as your fingers disappear into his hair, and your lips part to let him deeper.

All you can feel is him. All you can taste is the shared desire to fall deeper into one another. He smells like warm honey, smoke and spices and maybe that’s what he tastes like too, but you don’t care. You just want his lips against yours until your lungs give out, or your knees buckle, or the world ends.

Whichever comes last.

The rush of pleasure from his touches, from his kisses, from the shuddering breaths that fall over you, and the glimmer in his eyes from the firelight were too much and not enough at the same time. You wanted more, and you wanted this moment to last just a little longer.

The rush of kisses break, and Ace leans his head against yours as you both catch your breath.

“Haaa –, kissing never felt like that before.” He admits with a shy smile before he leans back and hugs you to his chest. You can hear his heart pounding along with your own. “I think I forgot to breathe a couple times.”

You laugh, letting yourself sink into him a little. “I don’t know that I even thought to try.”

Ace chuckles and the two of you devolve into giggle fits for a few minutes as you lean against one another.

“Ah!” Ace exclaims, and you look up to see him looking up. “Wow, it’s really clear tonight.” He looks down at you. “I’m going to set up the truck bed. Think you can survive sleeping with me?”

You nearly burst into flames and Ace laughs. “I promise, just sleeping.” He leans down and nuzzles into your neck a little. “Maybe a chaste kiss or two.” He adds, kissing your neck briefly.

The single, light smooch sends a shiver straight down your spine and you can almost see the devilish smirk pull at his lips. He turns and kisses your cheek before walking off to go set up the truck bed. You stood in place in a little bit of a daze, thinking for a moment about how the evening had almost gone wrong before it went right.

Ace is pulling one of the air mattresses out of the big tent, and drags it over to the truck, tossing it into the empty truck bed. He goes back into the tent and comes out with, as far as you can tell, every blanket and pillow that was in the tent all at once and tosses it all into the truck bed too. Hopping up onto the tailgate he kicks his boots off, setting them in a corner and goes back to “making” the bed.

It’s a little slipshod, but functional.

“Alright,” he says proudly, coming over to the tailgate and crouching down. “Come on up, pajarito.”

You hop a little as he lifts you up onto the truck’s tailgate. You take your shoes off and put them in the other corner as you step onto the air mattress and Ace hauls the tailgate up with a little effort. It forces the air mattress into a tight fit in the truck bed, but you’re sure that it’s been put through worse given how the boys probably get on their own during camping trips.

“You went through all that effort to put the tent together.” You muse as Ace sits on the air mattress and pats the space beside him.

“Yeah, such wasted effort.” He says with a grin. “Ah, if a squall moves in it’ll come in handy, but it’s probably not bad I had something to burn a little energy on.”

You sit down beside him. “I suppose I don’t yet have the kind of stamina someone would need to keep up with you.”

He gives you such a devious grin that you can feel your body heating up before he says anything. “That’s why I keep telling you, you can relax.” Ace leans in, speaking low into your ear. “Let me do all the work.”

You can feel the shiver of fire roll over your shoulders as he leans back. When you’re able to meet his gaze again, he gives you a lazy smile and points up.

You look up and your mouth goes slack. The sky is thick with stars. The backdrop is impossibly dark, but there’s easily thousands and thousands more stars than you’ve ever seen before. Probably far more than that.

It’s almost like someone dumped diamonds and their dust against black velvet. There’s no moonlight, either the moon hasn’t begun its ascent for the night or it’s a new moon, you can’t be sure.

“Wow.” You gasp. “I’ve never seen… so many stars. I took a boat, from East Blue to here, but I didn’t – I couldn’t…” You reach out toward the sky. “It’s… haaa.” You sigh and wipe away the start of tears.

“Hey,” there’s concern in Ace’s voice as he pulls you close. “What’s wrong?”

You shake your head. “What did I miss? All these years? What could I have seen and known?” You cry a little in frustration, leaning into Ace.

“We’ll cover it.” He says gently. “All of it. We can go sailing, and I’ll take you clubbing whether Sabo’s okay with it or not. We’ll go snowboarding on a snowy island and go see autumn leaves. I’ll take you to an overlook on Dawn Island I’m sure you don’t know about, and you can see the island how I did.”

He leans back, brushing tears from your cheeks, and tilting your face up to meet his gaze. “One word from you and we’ll travel this world and forget about nobles and revolutions and everyone else.”

You laugh despite it. “Don’t tempt me, Portgas. D. Ace.” You kiss his cheek, and he hides his face against your shoulder for a second.

He mutters something but you’re not sure what he’s saying. He’s speaking in another language too fast and too muffled for you to make it out, but you can guess some of it, since there’s little flickers of flames dancing off his hair.

“Mi Luz.” He says clearly, looking up at you, cheeks red.

“Yes?”

“I would like to kiss you.” He says, almost mumbling it.

You smile. “I would like you to kiss me.”

#just like fire #portgas d ace #x reader #portgas d ace x reader #reader insert

[croziers-compass]

There is something I think a lot about when writing Francis' character. It is the considerations. I know. I know. I ran his natal. So I cheat a little here but it's very fitting. So bear with me. Below is some details of his individual based on his natal.

He weighs and measures everything with such a mindful consideration. There is a tenderness to everything he does. He is a planner. He is a thinker. Nothing he does is done on impulse. Every little thing is considered and turned carefully in his head, and if he can help it, his hands. There is so much fluidity to him in both how he moves and how he thinks. He sees and understands from a magnitude of perspectives and yet settles comfortably in the "present". Even if it seems as if he has disregarded something entirely, it has, in actuality, played an important role in his next course of action. Everything is tender and mindful and careful. He is sitting with acute and sharp angles especially in his Asc. and Nodes but there's this mindful care that he takes even when he snaps. And I think that when he lets out the fury that it's yet graceful and full of a fire and spite and rage that is still calculated. He's Irish. And very temperamental and will always be temperamental but in all the temper and fury that rages within him it's a spitfire that comes deeply from the heart and the rich ember that burns inside of him. He is raw unadulterated energy. He is a lot of air and movement in his natal and also a lot of fire. His Ascendant is Leo which... Honestly that makes complete sense. Why would it not be? Sun in Libra. Ascendant in Leo. Moon in is Aries. This man is all fire and air which burns so brilliantly and powerfully. Two of the greatest leadership signs sitting at 29°03’ and 24°21’ in 3rd and 9th. Passion. Fire. Empathy. Rationality. Stubborn. Strong Willed. Tender. Considerate. Mindful. Thoughtful. Well-Measured. A Leader. He is equipped with such a wonderful array of balanced measures. However, despite all of this, he struggles with maintaining his inner vices and voices that drag him under. He is cruel to himself in ways he does not need to be. He is self flagellating despite the drive forwards, leading to a bit of an insecurity with anything relating to the hearts. He knows what he wants and he is certain of what he wants and he will move forwards to achieve that no matter what and will do everything he can. But not before he battles with himself over it for a long, long while. He sees and he knows and he measures well. But it might blindside his heart a little. But once he sets his eyes on something he wants. Once the fire has been lit it is not something that is doused easily. And if it does get doused it kills him and takes such a huge piece of him. He is so much fire and passion that suffocating anything that burns within him is causing him irreparable damage. This man is aflame in all of the best ways while also modestly chasing himself in circles. Nemesis in Capricorn: 2°33’ - 6 ruins me. That number is just so raw and brutal. It's just circulating around him. He brings so much in such an acute way that he is irreplaceable in the hearts and minds of others. That 2 is just hitting a hard "own worst enemy". He mends through love and what he gives others. If he does not feed his heart and exercise the fire and love he feels in his chest then he will succumb to the dampness he exerts over himself. And yet he is suspicious of many things, a skeptical eye on much while yearning for more for others and for himself that he might not be able to reach for. Giving him this sense that much he wishes for is unattainable despite everything. Balance is what he needs and he knows what he needs to do in order to move fowards. He does everything with such a fluid grace that's raw and driving and primordial and passionate full of a tender and hot fire. He really is just wonderful in so many ways and I cannot stop thinking about the cherished way he cradles everything and considers everything around him. He really is an explorer with such an expansive heart and mind that seeks to understand a broad amount. And with such love and tender care despite the pain and tragedy that follows him. I hope this is the end of my word vomiting. Because this has been building up inside of me for about a mon

#the terror #francis crozier #francis crozier's natal chart #I thought this had been posted but it does not seem to exist in my blog anywhere that I can locate #So it is at least getting reposted #I have it saved and I look at it every so often #Been pouring over it off and on and doing comparative analysis of it

[wario-speedwagon]

Dave and Old Sport Adopt a Kid: Chapter 3

Hello again, my pretties! I come bearing a yet another addition to my fun little story. I hope your ready for some bittersweetness this time!

and of course, full text below the cut <3

(Chapter 1)

(Chapter 2)

Chapter 3

“Sure, sure, can I just take my warning and go? The shift’s almost done.”

“Yeah, you’re dismissed. Always in a hurry to leave, aren’t you? Must be nice.”

“Yeah, well, I have a busy schedule to get to.”

“Good for you.”

“It mostly consists of ‘being literally anywhere but here,’ and I’ll be damned if I’m late for that–”

“I’ve already dismissed you, employee. Just leave.”

“Alright, I’m off.” And off he went, hands slumped in pockets.

But the girl who’d been exploring the office didn’t notice his departure.

“Kid? C’mon, we’re off.”

She looked up and then turned to meet his gaze. Jack gestured her over, and she promptly ran over as he exited to the hallway.

Jeez. What’s Dave even planning on doing with her?

He continued forward, lost in his thoughts. The girl’s hand grabbed the sleeve of his wrist as she caught up to him.

A heartwarming shiver crept up his spine, stopping him in his tracks. His chest felt heavy. And without thinking, he wrested his wrist free from the girl’s grasp.

She stepped back, realizing she did something wrong, which only weighed Jack’s heart further with guilt as he wordlessly stared back at her, hand still lifted.

He gathered himself quickly, wearing a warm yet forced smile to hopefully put her at ease.

“S-Sorry… bout that.”

He casually offered his hand as an apology, and after a moment of consideration, she shyly accepted it. He pretended to ignore the pit in his stomach as he led her past the empty party rooms down the hall.

Jack opened the door to the main dining room.

“Alright Dave, we’re back now!”

He greeted a deserted space.

“Oh for crying out loud.”

He headed for the Saferoom, not noticing his brisk pace thanks to Pruny faithfully keeping up with an awkward jog.

But on the way past some tables, he noticed one had a folded up shirt with a bright yellow note on it.

Jack stopped and let go to peel the note.

“for pruny see you tomorrow old sprot! ;)”

“...”

A cold fury seeped into Jack’s heart.

He whipped out his phone and angrily punched in Dave’s number before planting it against his ear. With each unanswered ring, he grew tenser until snapping to hang up the call before Dave’s obnoxious voicemail message could utter a word.

Then he quickly dialed the number for one more impatient attempt. Pruny continued watching in confused concern. Jack got the same insufferable result.

Using every ounce of will to swallow his anger in front of the kid, he snatched the shirt off the table. Letting it unfold to gravity, he saw Toy Freddy’s melancholy smile unfurl before him. Dave’s good choice in robots couldn’t placate Jack, especially when he checked the neck tag.

Why the heck’d you get her an Extra Large for!?

He kneeled and held it up against her, and sure enough, it was a dress on her–even larger than the already-oversized T-shirt she was currently wearing.

*sigh* “Here, this is for you.”

He was careful not to let frustration slip into his tone as he gently handed her the practical blanket.

That damn coward. What the heck am I supposed to do with her!?

Dave knew exactly what he’d done, and that was what aggravated Jack the most. He couldn’t just take her to the police or an orphanage, not after how she reacted. He couldn’t bear to betray her trust like that.

Why hasn’t she made a run for it since we found her? She plainly heard us talking about killing kids–I pulled a knife on her!–and she’s had plenty of chances to run off all day!

Jack looked at the girl who was puzzling out how to hold up the large shirt right-side up.

She could even make a run for it right now if she wanted. He'd let her get away with it, Dave's complaints be damned.

Jack abruptly walked for the main entrance, leaving the girl behind with her shirt.

The clicking, running steps echoing behind him gave Jack the dreaded, expected result. He stopped and turned to see her looking back up at him a couple steps behind him. She was carrying the shirt bundled up in her arms, hugged up against herself–much like Linus with his blanket in Charlie Brown.

He cursed himself for drawing such an endearing connection.

He couldn’t just willingly leave her to the streets where she came from.

He couldn’t just drop her off to an orphanage or something either.

I’m not taking her home. That’s out of the question.

The lights throughout the building shut off, pressuring Jack with more urgency. He knelt down again to her level, and he had her undivided attention.

“Listen– kid… I gotta go, but I can’t take you with me. You understand?”

She nodded, but with downcast eyes.

“But I’ll drive you wherever you need if you want. So just tell me where you want to go, alright?”

He could hear a stuttering whimper behind her troubled expression.

“Honey, you need to talk to me.”

“...I-I…a-aahh– mmm–”

She abruptly closed her tearing eyes and mouth, shaking her head with panicked pants.

“O-Okay, no, take it easy–”

Jack took a deep breath himself. He didn’t notice the arm he’d placed on her shoulder as he took a moment to consider what he should say next.

“A-Are you able to talk… like, at all?”

“M-mm– nnn-n-n–”

“No no no, you don’t have to– you’re fine, uhhh–”

He felt her cowering in shame as tears streamed down her face. Jack hated himself for mortifying her like that. Dammit, Peter was always much better with kids than him.

“Okay, uh… Okay, is there anybody you know, anyone I can drop you off to?”

She shook her head.

“Oh boy. Okay, um, any streets o-or buildings…? Maybe some shelter…?”

She shook her head.

Jack himself started to panic as any potential leads faded away. He didn’t realize it, but a fear was surfacing within him.

After years of desensitization to the meaning of life, Jack had carefully built walls he wanted to keep.

His home is off limits.

Jack stood up to pace for any other ideas. As he turned around, Scott was standing a couple yards away, promptly scrambling to avert his gaze and whistle through his voicebox as if he hadn’t just been watching.

Jack would have been embarrassed if he weren’t even more relieved.

“Scooott! Buddy!”

“H-oh, h-hey there, uhh… I see you’re still here, huh…”

“Scott, my good sir–” Jack swung an arm around his shoulder. “You have kids, dontcha?”

“Employee, we’re waiting on you to close up shop.”

“Right, right; say, can I ask you a favor?”

“No.”

“You’re a lifesaver! I really owe ya one.”

“Good night, employee.”

“P-Please, Scott, I can’t just leave her here!”

“Then take her home, employee.”

“W-What about you? You have kids, you know how to take care of em! It’s just one night, sir.”

“Correct. I think you’ll be just fine for one night.”

“C-C’mon kid, you’re gonna spend the night with Scott here–”

Scott firmly placed an arm on Jack’s shoulder, silencing him to attention.

“I think you’ll be just fine. Honestly, you surprised me back there. You’re better with kids than I’d ever have thought.”

Jack didn’t want to hear that.

“It’d be nice to see that reflected in your work more often…

Alright, how about this. You said her name was… P-Pruny?”

“W-We’re still worksh– U-Uh I mean it doesn’t HAVE to be–”

“...”

“Eheh…heh…”

“I– I don’t even want to know.

A-Anyway– Pruny. …o-or whatever you’re called–”

She didn’t look up from the lobby carpet design she’d been fixated on. Jack touched her on the shoulder, and she immediately looked up.

“Pruny, do you want to go home with me or with– wait, what’s your name?”

“Let’s just go with Jack this time.”

“Y-Yeah, s-sure… Pruny, do you want to go with me or with Jack for the night?”

She seemed lost; she looked to Jack for help.

“Who– Who do you want to go home with, kid?”

Relieved, she–

No, don’t–

–walked up to Jack.

“Well, there’s your answer, Jack. Good night.”

“N-No, wait–”

(Chapter 4) ->

#jack and angst go together like eggs and bacon #dsaf fanfic #dayshift at freddy's #dsaf #jack kennedy #dsaf jack #jack dsaf #peter kennedy #dsaf peter

[of-forossa]

"You know. I have a little idea about you."

The very thought that she'd allow a hard-working churchman to sit and do the paperwork he must do in peace. Here she is, spectre behind his back, her hand on his bicep, her lips to his ear. As always, the floor makes no whisper of her arrival.

"You're a good man. You genuinely are. And you'd never dare do something to me that you'd feel trespassing, diminishing- fettering."

Her tongue draws over the edge of her teeth. She exhales.

"You'd loathe to reduce a beloved body to mere land to conquest. Truly. But. But. What pleasure, in making it so clear to the world's eyes that someone belongs to you, is there not?"

Lightly, her clawed fingertips travel up, trace light sharp lines over his shoulder, along the pulse in his throat, around his jaw.

"And there it is. To claim belonging feels a little too close to an excess in possessiveness, too close to claim ownership, and goodness, you don't own a person, and perhaps you might be twice as careful to make such statements of a certain woman who adores to hear your laughter so. And because you are so lovely and considerate, what if I was here to reassure you by telling you- do it? What if I told you I desire so? That I want you to make of my skin a map of your teeth, a chart of your nails? That you can gift me a choker of bruises with your mouth? That you can say mine, and enjoy the taste of this word? That it is your right, because I am yours- wholly yours- only ever yours?"

Her voice lowers, lowers, becomes incense of a sound, dark as it is fond. The contact reduces to a single claw brushing his lower lip, before that too retracts.

"I give you my blessing and permission. It's the truth. And I'd only delight in bearing the marks of such truth so that all may see it, half of my life, my heart."

@yellowfingcr // chance encounters on a journey without rest.

Brom does not hear her come in, scholar and hunter and footpad (if allowing her to avail herself freely of him and his home while carrying the dried blood and dust of the crypt on her truly be considered a crime) that she is, but neither does he do more than stiffen at the suddenly welcome touch of hand to breast or lips to ear. Tension loosens in broad shoulders a moment later, something suspiciously not unlike a deep but quiet sigh is freed from within his chest, and the scratching of pen to parchment continues even as his head tilts back for Heysel.

He is listening, and what a dangerous thing she rewards him with for doing so. She, who has seen more than once split asunder as the beast within erupts in gruesome fashion, as the face she has held between such loving hands is malformed in some twisted mimicry of the otherwise unseen Father, yet still desires the whole of him. She, who has long seen the bloody folly in the faith he thought worth the defending rather than the faithful who truly needed it, yet still can whisper of any supposed goodness within him. He is more a grave or tomb of what might've been, a monument to the sins of the supposed saints, and still she delves into them as eagerly as any true chamber of that endless labyrinth below their feet.

Heysel can feel his pulse jump beneath the touch of her claw. No doubt, with her deft perception she likewise noted the hitch of his breath and the errant scratch of the pen as his attention wavers. A streak of black carves through the white, yet for how terribly important these reports must have been Brom seems to have little regard for them in this moment. Not when the deepening of her voice draws him further and further away from not only this desk and these reports but from all of this town and its troubles both moonlit and moon-bitten.

It's when her finger just leaves his lower lip that he offers her a response more than a head's tilt. A hand sword-calloused and scarred secures her wrist even as his fangs close around the digit, the pressure apparant but their sharpness not pricking her skin in the slightest. His clawed thumb traces shapes into her skin slowly just below her palm, and his tongue coils over her finger in time to the slow scrape of his teeth. His ruined eyes flicker to his periphery, burning up the length of her arm as far as it can allow him without fully turning to face her even as he rumbles out something suspiciously close to a purr.

"I think," and it's with the slightest nip that he allows her finger it's freedom, only for his larger hand to relinquish her wrist in favor of taking that very hand in his own, "you know me far too well. That to treat you as a battle won or a stretch of territory staked would be a disservice beyond words to the value you hold to my heart." A clawed thumb smooths over her knuckles, and for the hundredth time it seems Brom is struck by how easily her hand fits in his. "To how very much I cherish the light you've brought into my life."

"However," and there's a firm but not harsh tug on that hand of hers, and Heysel finds herself suddenly eye to tattered eye with him as he pulls her close. His chair squeaks at the sudden movement, but Brom only huffs slightly as he pulls her onto his lap, mouth already pressed against her jaw in an open mouthed kiss. There's only the slightest scratch of his teeth against her skin, intent on making the first of many marks as he rumbles lowly, "with your permission, perhaps... I can indulge, even slightly."

#yellowfingcr #verse; holy blade ( bb. ) #// just a bit of heat nothing too serious #// been preoccupied but not so much as to let this languish any longer :y #// in which brom is very much aware of what he is and heysel doesn't settle for only a portion of him

[grxmincvdescxnce]

SPECIAL DELIVERY ⸻ @axdently​

RECIPIENT ⸻ EREN HASIM

evren watched after the bluebell inn fairly often, given her grandparents not only owned the place, but occasionally had their share of duties to manage beyond its doors. things like minding their general supply and as much as they may adore their quaint little establishment, just having a break every now and again? wonders for the soul and mind.

particularly after the rush they endured in the face of recent catastrophe, caring for the injured and similarly incapacitated.

the fact that their new guest, alvar beltran, had a tendency to draw in quite the crowd likely didn't help matters. not that they would ever complain, as they took great pride and pleasure in knowing they could thrive and survive such a bustling period in their lives. not to mention, there were talks of a celebratory shindig they also possibly needed to prep for, something about a local band ‘tearing the roof off the joint’ as it were?

in either case, evie surely had little intention of allowing such .. debauchery or the potential for such extensive property damage to go unchaperoned while she was in charge for the next few days. she’d posted a few flyers of ‘additional hands needed’ just along the front desk and the notice board near the common entrance. she was also sure to include a few notices around town and the local plaza.

but of course, given familiar habits and as today was such an occasion that evie found herself manning the counter to replace an absence in usual staff on sick leave, it was nearly impossible to make out the stack of handouts among the slew of books scattered along its surface, or the various research papers.

pertaining to anything from the former house heads to the likes of the recent sphere message or any pressing matter in-between, the woman obviously had a mind to refresh her memory in view of recent occurrences, among other things. she’d practically cleared sections of the library to see it done, deciding something ‘light’ in the quieter hours wouldn’t cause much harm. yet, the historian found she had yet again overdone it, not immediately realizing how many guests were still pouring in when she agreed to take on the day. she hadn’t the space to mind her research as she liked, instead making use of pockets of empty surfaces throughout the building, alongside the main counter that was now too much of a mess.

and as the calls flooded her phone, and the visits began to fill the roles she’d requested of her fellow selphians, in the inn’s most apparent time of need, evie struggled to keep pace.

she assumes the man now before her had a similar intention as others in filling the ‘help wanted’ advertisements in preparation for all the things, but —

"i'm sorry, what did you say your name was?" she can't help but notice the resemblance he bears to a more youthful version of her grandfather, for starters, peering over her glasses as they rested along the bridge of her nose. "you'll have to forgive me, i'm .. quite needlessly preoccupied, as you can surely tell. ever the busy little bee." partly self-inflicted, though the woman doesn’t think to mention that.

just beginning to organize more right before his arrival, evie continues to shift around the books and such things so that they pile a little more neatly towards the end of the desk. they’re not completely put away, mind you, with great tomes still resting open amid the collection of stacked paper.

it’s all just .. considerably less of a fire hazard, perhaps.

#INT ⸻ the scholar. #⸻ eren hasim. #ooc ⸻ #feel free to keep yours considerably shorter i got carried away again.

[beejnbabes]

I feel like this is a song that would possibly play while Pennywise is trying to train Chris and Jenny to hunt for survival.

I’m working on writing other IT stuff right now but I’ll take a little break to write something for this post.

The scene takes place with Chris and Jenny being only five years old. The reason they’re being taught how to hunt this soon is that they’re the oldest ones from Blinky’s first litter and It is hoping to find a way to get them on its side sooner rather than later. In this bit, It even goes so far as allowing itself to care about them.

It was finally somewhat quiet in the Nest. Blinky had finally managed to get most of her first clutch to at least take a nap if they could not yet sleep for a full twenty-seven years. Now all that were left were Christopher and Jennifer, who were playing in one corner with some toys they had found laying around. Jennifer was trying to make an old teddy bear and a headless Barbie doll operate on an old and cracked China doll while Christopher kept crashing things for them with an old fire truck and a plane that only had one wing. Jennifer was beginning to get a little frustrated at this. “Stop that, Chris!” she whined, “You’re gonna kill Alice!”. “No, I’m not! I’m saving her, too. That last plane crash started a fire on her dress!” Christopher frowned at his sister, which was definitely a feat considering the fact that the markings on his face gave him a permanent grin.

“You are not! You’re messing up her heart surgery!”

“Am too!”

“No you’re not!”

“I am too!”

“No, you’re not!”

Blinky put her hands on her hips for a moment and smiled to herself. Sure she wasn’t happy that they were arguing but the fight was almost adorable and definitely a little silly. “Okay, kids,” Blinky interrupted them, “I think it’s nap time. Don’t you?”. Christopher, both toys still in hand, slumped his shoulders. “Awww… Can’t we have just five more minutes, mama?” he groaned and looked up at her pleadingly. Jennifer, meanwhile had considered the suggestion quietly and began putting her toys in a cardboard box. “Hmm…”, Blinky pretended to consider Christopher’s suggestion, “I dunno. What does your sister say? Jenny, what do you think?”. Christopher turned and made a pleasing look at his sister as she started to walk back to them. Jennifer yawned, which turned Christopher’s pleading expression into a downcast one. “I’m tired, mama.” she said and stretched. “Alright then, that’s settled. It’s nap time, my loves.” Blinky said as she picked them up and began taking them to their beds to tuck them in. Their beds were really just collections of pillows and blankets that had been found over time and each one had been put together with a lot of consideration by Christopher and Jenny. They were the only ones with so many pillows not because their parents wished it that way but because of their own preferences. Most of their siblings didn’t seem to care as much about comfort and the smallest Nestlings usually slept either in some kind of crib or with Blinky on her other mattress when she slept there.

Just as Blinky was pulling their covers up and kissing them on their foreheads, the Pennywises both entered. One with cartoonishly red hair and the other with his hair a sort of strawberry, orange color. They looked quite serious over something, so Christopher and Jenny sat up in their beds and Blinky turned to look at her mate in sudden surprise. “It’s time, Blinky.” said the one with red hair. “Now? But Penny, they’re still so little. They shouldn’t have to… At least… Not yet…” there was a slight tremor in Blinky’s voice. She knew that this day was coming but she was terrified of what it might do to her little ones. Would it bend their minds? Would it break them? Would they develop a craving for terrified children like Pennywise? Would they become killers? A lot of unanswered, worrisome questions flew around her head.

“We have to what?” asked Jennifer with an expression of curiosity. “Yeah, what, mama?” Christopher said, looking just as interested. Blinky looked nervous as she wondered how to explain this to the same little ones who were only a few minutes ago arguing about who was saving a doll’s life instead of taking it. At this time, Pennywise with the orange hair went to pick up his daughter and smiled at her, then at Christopher. “It’s time you two started learning how to hunt your own food.” he told them, using his sweet-as-hunny (see what I did there lol) tone. Until this point, Christopher and Jennifer had only ever seen their meals in a form not entirely unlike the packaged meat one often sees in stores and they had not even been told what that meat had once been. They just assumed on their own that it was some animal and ate it even if they didn’t like it because it was all there was. Jennifer thought about how it might break her heart to see an animal hurting, pushed herself off of his shoulder, looked at him with tears in her eyes and said between sobs, “But, daddy, I don’t wanna hurt an animal! Don’t make me do that!!”. As Jennifer collapsed in tears on her dad’s shoulder, Christopher began to cry too but he didn’t want anyone to see his tears, so he wiped them away before he said, “Why do we have to hunt?”. Pennywise with the orange hair just held Jennifer and started trying to talk to her in a lower, more soothing tone. Now the Pennywise with bright red hair came and kneeled down beside his son. Then, he looked from Christopher to Jennifer and back.

“Well… Ya see, kid, ya gotta eat to live, right?”

Christopher sniffled. “I guess so.”

“So ya gotta learn to hunt. No hunt, no food. It’s as simple as that.”

Christopher’s gaze drifted down to his hands, which were twisting his blanket between them almost of their own accord. “Oh.” was all he said back. Pennywise with the red hair arched an eyebrow. “‘Oh’? Just an ‘oh’? Well just you wait, Chris. The hunt can actually be a really fun thing to do.” he left that last comment hanging in the air and waited for a response. Pennywise with the orange hair looked at Jennifer, whose heartbeat was beginning to normalize and whose sobs were slowing down and said to them, “Yeah! Going on a hunt can be a lot of fun, kids!”.

Part two of this scene will be up soon!

#it #pennywise #clowns #clown #horror #stephen king #fanfiction #fanfic #this is probably bad fanfiction #lol #Spotify

[astaroth1357]

Demigod MC Series: Hestia

This is another eternally virgin goddess, so we're doing another pseudo-demigod by adoption (like we did with Athena).

Demigod MC: Intro, Aphrodite, Hermes, Hades, Dionysus, Demeter, Athena, Hades Pt. 2, Poseidon, Ares, Hestia

Hestia is the goddess of the Hearth, Home, Architecture, Domesticity, Family, and the State. She's high up there (firstborn of Rhea and Cronus), but several factors have led to her falling into the background when compared to the other (flashier) Olympians. She swore to never marry, rejecting proposals from both Poseidon and Apollo, and is something of an antithesis to Aphrodite.

Lucifer

Honestly? He thought they were exactly what they were after. A weak human with no experience in the magical world what-so-ever.

Well… He was half-right.

On the surface, this is a pretty weak human. They don't have super flashy powers or a divine birth from the gods… but they do have a very protective adoptive mother.

The brothers had just settled in for their first dinner with the new human when the goddess herself strolled into their dining room, asked who was in charge, then dragged Lucifer away by the ear!

She's not even his mother, yet he felt the intense urge to apologize and put himself in his own room… Oh, the humiliation… at least she did the same to Diavolo…

The Prince was only able to calm her down by promising absolutely NO harm would come to her child… on their heads...

By the time the goddess finally let him go, Lucifer was about ready to shackle the MC to his wrist so nothing could touch them but he settled on keeping them with him like an assistant of sorts. They were in charge of helping him with the paperwork so he could keep an eye on them. 

What he didn’t expect was for them to be so… good at it? They could keep his offices clean, they managed his daily schedule, fixed up the House, and still have time to bring him tea and sweets every night!

They could even reign in his brothers somehow… They weren't strong or intimidating, but one or two mildly unhappy words out of them and everybody would be on their best behavior.

Was everyone positive they're only human...?

As much as he hated to admit, he may have a slight deep case of falling for the housekeeper… He would make a move, but well…

He has Beel to contend with first.

Mammon

Okay so, watching Lucifer get dragged out by the ear just like Raphael used to do to him was hilarious!!! The whole room got a good laugh! 🤣

Until Hestia glared at them and suddenly they all felt like they'd disappointed someone important….

And all that fuss over some dumb human??

So what if they made amazing food?

So what if they could clean the entire mansion in a day?

So what if they were the walking equivalent to a warm cup of cocoa on a winter's day??

So what if they were just the kindest, sweetest thing in this godforsaken hellscape and he would throw himself in front of a bus to keep them safe-

-Wait, when did that happen?!?

Seriously, Mammon's attachment to the MC came out of NOWHERE to him. One day, he was threatening to eat their soul and the next he's freaking out when they stub their toe!

He swears they have to have some kind of magic about them! A charm, or a spell, or… their lovable smile and warm, loving hugs...! 😊

Damnit!! They're too cute!! He needs them to go away but also never leave, thanks. 😒

In all seriousness, though their kind nature puts Mammon's tsundere self at a bit of a disadvantage, his protective instincts shoot through the roof whenever they're involved.

Naturally, that means his day is spent running them away from hungry lesser demons or shielding them from Beel and Lucifer's tug-of-war matches… He's a busy guy these days. 😖

Leviathan 

They're so… so… MOE!!!

That was his immediate thought when Mammon brought them home. He was expecting a defenseless human, but not one that could have stepped out of one of his slice-of-life manga!

To be honest, his instant thought was try and find a place to sit them on his shelves with the rest of the adorable characters he loves… 😅

And that was before they even opened their mouth! Five words into their introduction and he was ready to get their face on a t-shirt!!

Honestly, combine their natural cuteness with their household skills and they made for perfect waifu/husbando material… 

Not helped by the fact they found one of his maid/butler outfits while doing the laundry one day. Not only did they ask if they could wear it, they actually non-ironically liked it and started wearing it around the House!!

Oh he got cornered by Beel, Lucifer, and Mammon separately that day because they thought he was using them for fetish fuel… But it was their idea, he swears!!

I mean… He didn't discourage them or anything either but still…

If Beel hadn't claimed them on Day One, Levi might have eventually thrown his hat in the ring too... Oh well… he can pine from a distance… What else is new? 😔

Satan

He has a video of Hestia dragging Lucifer out of the dining room on his phone and it's one of his most treasured possessions now. 😌

He is perhaps the only person in the House who was not at all impressed with their little human.

So they could cook? So could he. So they can clean? That's not impressive. They could manage a household? Big deal, he's more or less been in charge of the same thing for centuries!

As far as he saw it, there was nothing the MC could do that he couldn't do as proficiently or even better. There was nothing remarkable about this human at all!

… except for one thing.

That maid/butler outfit of Levi's? The one they like to wear around?

It has cat accessories…

Either they don't notice or they don't mind it but they essentially walk around the House cleaning things with little kitty ears attached to their head and a bell on their collar…

Dammit… Why did Levi even buy that?!?

Satan ended up getting in trouble for enchanting their outfit to give them REAL ears and a tail "accidentally..." Lucifer strung him up by his toes, Beel gave him a black-eye, and Mammon still calls him a "perverted cat freak" but it was worth it, he says, worth it!!

Asmodeus 

Oh Beel…

Asmo saw Beel's feelings for the MC coming from a mile away. He didn't even need to confirm it with a sniff check, he had them scented by the end of their first night!

Lucifer, on the other hand, now that was a surprise... 😏

Ask him a century ago if Lucifer would ever consider a human lover, godly mother or no, and he'd have laughed! Yet here he is, giving gifts and sneaking whiffs of their adorable new housemate!

Of course, that's causing some commotion because they're pitted against each other, but Asmo finds it kind of cute honestly. 

Beel and Lucifer aren't fighting, not for real. The whole house knows Lucifer would win in a real brawl, but neither of them actually want to hurt the other… They're far too close for that.

So Beel tosses Lucifer around with kid gloves and Lucifer holds back considerably against Beel. It's pretty much just two brothers who love each other squabbling over the same toy… 🤭

Honestly, Lucifer might have bowed out by now and just let Beel have them but now his pride's on the line… thus an endless tussle between family and the sweet MC is in the middle, clueless to it all!

Tragic, is it not? But it certainly makes things more entertaining around here! (Good thing too since Beel beat him to the punch… If it's a fight against those two, he'll have to keep any of his own affairs with the MC under the radar... 😏)

Beelzebub 

He has claimed this one. Full stop.

For a bit of perspective: when Barbatos needs cooking tips, he calls Hestia. Hestia, the Divine Master of All Things Cooking. Hestia, the goddess who raised this MC… 

Needless to say if they have any magic at all, it's in the kitchen.

If food is the way to Beel's heart, this MC has claimed his heart, soul, and probably all of his vital organs. Their food is astounding!! Always perfect every time and so good it brings him to tears!

It started the night of that first dinner, prepared by MC. He was too busy scarfing down the table to even notice a goddess showed up and then he proposed to the MC with their own pig roast by meal's end!

They said no to marriage, but an instant pact agreement suited him just fine.

Beel didn't waste a single moment before he started treating them like a potential mate, territorial aggression and all, but there was a bit of a catch… He kept the MC totally oblivious to it.

Surprisingly, Beel's can turn the "They're MINE" part of his brain on and off pretty well. He's nothing but sweet and cuddly to the MC when they're around and even with his brothers!... as long as they don't try anything.

The moment he caught whiff that Lucifer might be pursuing them too, it was on. Suddenly the two brothers who almost never fight were in competition against each other! But of course, both have an unspoken rule to never do so in front of MC.

And now poor MC believes it's common for demons to "play wrestle" like puppies and hugs are traditionally supposed to be so hard they could snap spines… 

And it doesn’t look like they'll be backing down any time soon… Oh dear...

Belphegor 

You know what? For once, everything goes exactly to plan for Belphie!

No really, this MC has no hidden powers, no magic horses, not even Demon Nip. They are a helpless, trusting little human who just wants to help their big teddy bear get his twin back!

So, you know how it goes. The charm, the lies, the treachery and all of that. He even gets to kill them!! Oh, happy days!! 😁

Come to think of it, they did smell an awful lot like Beel… But who cares, as long as Lucifer suffers right?? And this whole "living together in harmony" crap fails, right?!

Wrong. 

Beel went ballistic. Lucifer did too, but Beel was what really hurt…

Belphie can safely say that in all of his life, Beel has never physically attacked him. Not once, or at least, not with intent to kill… 

But when the sixthborn's fist went crashing through the wall right by his ear that day, he knew his brother's first instinct was to aim for his head… and his second was to miss, as he still loved him, but only by just a little.

What the hell did he just do??

Thank their father for Barbatos and all the funky time stuff he can do because bringing the MC "back" snapped his angry brothers right out of it. 

Things should have been smoothed over at that point but as everyone was finally settling down for tea, Hestia made another appearance in the House… this time carrying a butcher's knife!

Time fix or no, Diavolo had promised her no harm would come to MC and at least one continuity of them DIED… so punishment was now on Lucifer and the Demon Prince himself!

Belphie, in a rare case of guilt and an expression of brotherly love, offered to take their place since it WAS kind of all his fault. His gesture softened the Goddess of Family juuust enough to lighten his sentence from execution to hard labor.

And thus, the MC had their own housekeeping assistant for a whole year, complete with bitter reluctance and a matching maid outfit! Cat-theme and all!!

He's sending nightmares to anybody who laughs… guaranteed. 😒

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me demigods

[quindolyn]

Better Kisser Part 2 || James Potter and Lily Evans

Request: “istg i need a fic or a blurb or something about being in a poly relationship with lily and james...after reading Better Kisser it’s all i can think about 😭” -anon

and

“hiii !! first of all, i love your writings they’re so amazing honestly !! could you maybe write something with hot lily from “better kisser” ? i’d love it if it was both sensual and fluff :) thanks so much if you ever do something like that! hope you have a nice day/night!“ -anon

and

“QUINN HEAR ME OUT

imagine a part two to better kisser but like smutty bc Lily starts bragging about how she thinks she’s better at other things since she’s the better kisser so they make it a competition over who can like... get the reader off fastest... and then it’s like a competition to see who can get her off the most...

good ideas here right...? N E ways love u bestie <3″ -anon

Word Count: 4,752

Notes:I got three separate requests for this so obviously y’all wanted it and I want to write it. This is smut! I could also do headcanons on Jily x reader and even if you guys don’t request it I’ll probably still write them because it sounds like fun.

Warnings: poly sex, jily x reader, dom!James, dom!Lily, sub!reader, LIly’s a sex god, prove me wrong, they’re both cocky as fuck

Part 1

Masterlist

Lily Evans was the stars, she was mesmerizing and mysterious. Just as they decorated the night sky, accentuating the darkness through their beauty she too brought out the best in those around her without dulling any of her own shine. She was sly smiles and gentle touches, slender pale fingers and long, swishing red hair. She was wondrous and beautiful, complex and absolutely gorgeous. Lily Evans, she was the stars.

James Potter was the sun, he was bright and glowing and impossible to ignore. James was messy black hair, and goofy grins, strong hands and bear hugs. He attracted all of those around him, sucking them into his gravitational field, giving them purpose, warming their souls. A centering person when the rest of their lives were crazy and unpredictable and scary. James Potter, he was the sun.

Where Lily was understated and controlled with her witty remarks and sharp quips James was loud and boisterous, trying to get the biggest reaction out of people. Where Lily was calm James was chaotic. Where she was focused on her end goal he was everywhere, practically bouncing off the walls.

Together they were perfect.

And somehow they were yours.

One thing was for certain, Sirius Black was an upright prick, and you owed him, bigtime. If it weren’t for Sirius Black you would’ve never kissed Lily Evans on a dare. You would’ve never kissed James to satisfy his curiosities. You wouldn’t have spent weeks exchanging tense glances with the two, holding your breath whenever one of them so much as sat down one seat away from you in the Great Hall. Lily would’ve never found you, hiding away in the common room in the wee hours of the morning, pouring over your Transfiguration notes preparing for your test the following morning, or rather later in the day. She never would’ve brushed the hair out of your face with her elegant fingers, nails painted in a berry shade, complimenting her pale skin. She never would’ve told you that you really needed to go to bed, she never would’ve leaned down, meshing her lips with yours, allowing you to answer that question that had plagued you after you kissed Lily. 

What did her lips taste like when she wasn’t drunk?

The answer?

Well at that moment, morning breath. Which brought a new question to the forefront of your mind, what did she taste like when she hadn’t just woken up in the middle of the night?

It didn’t take long for you to find out the answer. She’d brought you up to bed, her hand clasped with yours, telling you that she and James wanted to talk to you in the morning resulting in you tossing and turning all night in anticipation of the conversation that would take place the next day.

If it weren’t for Sirius Black you never would’ve had that conversation with James and Lily by the Black Lake. You never would’ve even had the opportunity to accept their offer not to join their relationship but to start a new one, with all three of you. You never would have never learned what Lily tasted like, it was maple syrup and cherries by the way.

If it weren’t for Sirius Black you wouldn’t be sitting in your dorm room with the two of them, skimming over notes for your potions midterm. Well you and Lily were looking over your extensive notes, James on the other hand was sitting behind you, pressing kisses to the side of your neck.

You hissed as he dragged his teeth over a bruised spot on your neck, sending ripples of both pain and pleasure through your body, leaving your fingertips tingling, dying to get themselves on his skin.

“Aw, baby,” He cooed in your ear as he registered your reaction, it’s not as though he could’ve missed it, not with your back pressed flush against his chest, “You a little sensitive there?”

“Come on Jamie,” You giggle trying to hide your neck from him, pressing your ear to your shoulder, “You already know I am.”

James slipped his rough, strong fingers under your jaw, using them to lift your head back up, away from your shoulder, “Don’t hide from me darling, wanna see the marks I left on you.” He returned his lips to the same spot on your neck, lapping slightly at the purple mark with his tongue.

Lily snorted from where she laid on her stomach a couple inches away from you on the same bed that had been transfigured to accommodate all three of you.

“What’s so funny Lils?” James inquired, peeking up from the delicate skin covering your thrumming pulse.

“Nothing,” She sang, twirling her pen in between her fingers, her feet hanging lazily in the air, “I just think it's funny you think you left that mark on her.”

“Well I did,” James said plainly, obviously not amused by Lily’s comment, “Didn’t I poppet?” He asked, pressing his lips to the shell of your ear.

You ducked your head, trying to hide your wide eyes and heated cheeks from the two of them. 

“It’s okay (Y/N),” Lily cooed, setting her quill down in her book, marking her page as she closed the book, dropping it onto the floor, “You can tell him it was me who left that, his ego can take it.” She held eye contact with you for a minute, managing to keep a straight face before a smile broke out across her lips, chuckles erupting from the soft cushions of her lips, lathered in a light pink gloss, “Okay, it probably can’t but that shouldn’t stop you baby, Jamie needs to remember that he’s not the only one who can make you feel good.”

“I know I’m not Flower, but I left this one, I can tell, it's one of the darker ones.” And he was right, the entire left side of your neck was littered in bruises and bites, some lighter than others, some darker, but none as dark as the one he was currently tracing with his index finger.

“Nope,” Lily countered, popping her p before pushing herself up off of her shins in order to settle between your open legs, “I distinctly remember, I had her pressed up against the wall before you got back from Quidditch practice, she moaned so pretty for me, prettier than she ever has for you.” She grinned victoriously, turning her gaze back to you, and only you, “It’s like he cares more about that fucking snitch than he does us.”

“That’s bullshit love and you know it,” He murmured in your ear pressing a kiss against the corner of your mouth before dragging his lips, considerably less rough than they were before you started dating him as you’d made it your mission to apply lip balm to his lips every time you saw him, across the side of your face back to your ear, “She’s just trying to turn you against me, she’s so mean isn’t she.”

They loved doing this. Making you choose between the two of them, or trying to anyway. The power struggle between the two of them was hot as fuck.

Before you could so much as open your mouth Lily was responding for you, “I’m not mean doll,” She crooned, not looking at you but rather focusing on the dark haired boy whose nimble fingers were expertly pulling at the hem of your shirt, slowly but steadily rolling up the material until it covered just was much as your bra, “Jamie just needs to remember who the better kisser here is, who makes you feel the best.”

Ignoring her jab James murmured a quick, “Want this off,” In your ear before pulling the shirt over your head and arms, tossing it off the bed and onto the floor paying it no mind as soon as the material slipped from his fingers. 

Desperate to prove his worth, to prove his dominance James’ hands ran up and down your thighs, inching your skirt up them, “You’re not the better kisser here Flower, you’re not the best anything. Our baby here loves me the most.”

“She told us James,” Lily sighed, clearly exasperated with your boyfriend, “After she kissed you for the first time she told us. I’m the better kisser, just accept it. She likes me the most don’t you (Y/N/N)?”

“Jamie you make me feel so good,” You began, hoping to soften the blow, “But Lily’s tongue is magic, feels so good in my mouth, in my-my…” 

“It’s okay pretty girl,” She simpered, “You can say it, where does my mouth feel good?”

“My pussy,” You forced out, willing yourself not to stutter. 

“That’s right my pretty little kitten,” She grinned, tilting your chin up with her index finger so that you were staring into her swirling emerald irises, darkened with obvious desire. “I make your pussy feel so good, better than Jamie.”

“Off.” James demanded, not taking kindly to Lily’s teasing, as he aggressively undid the clasp on your bra, the snide remarks obviously doing no damage to his ego as he pulled the straps from your arms. Taking no care with the expensive, luxurious garment that he himself had bought for you he flung the clothing over his shoulder. Clearly not caring about the money he’d spent on it as the silky material crumpled next to the bed.

“Not just my tongue that makes you feel better isn’t that right my darling?” Lily smirked, beginning to undo the buttons on her button up, “S’my fingers too, stretching you out on my fingers, they can reach so much further in you than his can.”

“Pfft,” James shook his head, one hand settling on your waist, gripping with a frankly frightening strength, no doubt melding dark purple bruises in the shapes of his fingertips on your soft skin.

“Gimme your hand Flower, let me show our baby that you’re wrong” James demanded as the hand not on your waist extended towards the redhead. When she dropped her hand in his he immediately lined them up, palm against palm, fingers against fingers, and much to James’ chagrin his hands were only barely larger than hers. His palm was much larger than hers leaving his fingers slightly shorter than his girlfriend’s.

Feeling benevolent, you grabbed his hand before it dropped down to his thigh in defeat, pressing your hands together as he had pressed his to Lily’s. Yours were considerably smaller than his, and therefore her’s too, your palm nearly half the size as his, your fingers dwarfed by his. 

“See Jamie, your hands are bigger than mine.” You comforted, mesmerized by the contrast, “Your fingers make me feel so much better than mine ever could. They don’t even come close.” 

“But that’s besides the point right poppet?” Lily questioned, grasping your jaw in her graceful hand, you noticed her ivory dress shirt now hung open, revealing her red lace clad breasts as she once again tilting your head up to look her in the eyes, “Because you’re not allowed to touch yourself, not without my permission.”

“Or mine,” James piped up.

Rolling her eyes at her boyfriend Lily released her grip on your jaw, “Keep your eyes on me darling, be my good girl.”

“You even like my strap more than you like James’ cock, stretches you out so much better than he ever could. Not to mention we don’t have to wait for his little blue pill to work do we?”

Being a muggle born you understood her joke but James was utterly bewildered by your shared laughter.

“You’re not laughing at me are you, you little slut?” James spat, his voice hard and unwavering as he turned your face with a single finger so that your neck was craned to look at him.

“N-no,” You shook your head pathetically, your eyes flashing downwards not being able to meet him.

“Open,” He commanded, tapping your bottom lip and you instantly obeyed, not daring to disobey him. You were rewarded for your obedience by the male spitting into your mouth, the taste of his saliva bleeding along the expanse of your tongue.

“What do we say to Jamsie, pretty girl?” Lily raised an expectant eyebrow.

“Thank you.”

“Good girl,” James muttered, watching as you swallowed the gift he’d given you, “Thought you’d forgotten your manners for a second.”

“Not our good girl,” Lily grinned, somehow now only in her thong, “No, she’s such a good girl for us.”

“Guess she is,” James agreed, leaving a trail of kisses between your shoulder blades.

“Bet I can make our baby cum first James,” Lily boasted, beginning to work on the zipper of your skirt, expertly pulling it off of your legs, “Being the better kisser and all.”

“Don’t get cocky Evans,” James tutted, pulling his shirt over his head as he had yours, “You know I love your strap baby but it just can’t compare to my cock. Mine’s real.”

Clearly unimpressed by his comment Lily pressed her lips to yours, maneuvering you so that you too were on your knees, giving James time to strip down to the same level of clothing as the two of you. 

Smiling into the kiss she put but a millimeter of distance between the two of you to catch her breath, “You taste so good kitten.”

“You’re the one who tastes good Lily.”

“So nice to me, don’t deserve you,” She planted a kiss to the hollow of your throat, “Let me make you feel good baby.” 

Not complaining, you let Lily lie you back on the bed where James was no longer standing, instead now standing behind Lily, letting his hands settle on her hips. 

Once you were lying down she hooked her hands under your thighs, pulling you to the edge of the bed as James helped her off the mattress, helping her plant her feet on the floor. It was things like this, the subtle loving gestures and actions even when they were practically at each other’s throats, that reminded you of how much they loved each other. Of how much they loved you.

“Look at these,” Lily lilted, her finger hooking under the silky material of your panties, “So pretty aren’t they J?”

“Very,” He whispered in her ear only loud enough for you to barely hear him, “Like her in red.”

Lily hummed in affirmation, tapping your hip as a non verbal clue to lift your hips so she could pull them off of you.

She didn’t waste a single second before kneeling down before you so that her face was level as your glistening pussy, already so wet from them just talking about pleasuring you. 

After running a single finger through your folds Lily brought her finger to her lips, a hum leaving her lips. “You taste good down here too (Y/N), you have such a pretty pussy.”

“Thank you,” You murmured, attempting not to whine and be their good girl even though you desperately wanted them to touch you. 

Without any warning Lily inserted two slender fingers into your cunt causing you to gasp at the sensation. “Lily,” You whimpered, trying not to buck your hips towards her hand, not wanting to let on quite yet how desperate you really were. 

“See J?” You could hear the smirk on her lips as she slowly moved her fingers in and out of you, paying you no other mind, instead directing her attention to her boyfriend who still stood behind her, his hands now on her bare shoulders. “She’s really not all that hard to please when you actually know what you’re doing. Had my fingers in her two seconds and she’s already so needy for me.”

“Shut up Lils,” James growled, “Stop talking like I don’t know how to get her off, she’s my baby too, I know exactly how to get her desperate.” In his efforts to prove his point he moved onto the bed, taking one of your nipples into his mouth resulting in a whine to tumble from your lips as he raked his teeth over the sensitive bud.

As his mouth sucked on one his hand moved to the other nipple, rolling it between his fingers before pinching harshly making you gasp in pleasure.

Lily allowed James to have his moment before taking your clit between her lips and sucking. If you gasped for James you absolutely screamed for Lily, thank Merlin for silencing charms because otherwise someone would’ve probably thought you were being tortured. Once she had your sensitive bundle of nerves in her mouth she began humming, making wave after wave of intense ecstasy roll through your core and up your spine, leaving your nerve endings frayed and responsive to every single touch.

You could feel everything, the soft material of the duvet beneath your back, James’ tongue circling your nipple, one hand caressing your heated cheek while the other traced shapes down your stomach. You could feel Lily’s fingers continuing their assault on your cunt, reaching so deep inside of you that they almost touched your g-spot, but not quite, as your clit was set aflame by her mouth. 

“You’re not even trying,” Lily snarked, coming up for a breather from in between your legs, “You really think you’re gonna get  her to cum from playing with her nipples? I never realized you were that daft Jamsie.”

“If you’d give me a turn,” He began before Lily cut him off.

“Doesn’t look like she wants me to stop does it?” She nodded in your direction where you were writhing on the bed merely from her fingers. “Do you want me to stop, baby?”

“No,” You begged, “Please don’t stop, please! Need your fingers in me, make me feel so good.”

Grinning triumphantly Lily returned her mouth to your pulsing cunt, sucking with a new found vigor that had your back careening off of the mattress, hips bucking towards her mouth.

“Hey,” James scolded, moving his arm to keep your hips firmly on the bed, “Don’t be a desperate slut, take it as she gives you it okay? Be good for us.”

Nodding feebly you willed your hips still but it was nearly impossible as Lily replaced her fingers with her tongue, moving her digits to pinch your clit. Feeling the pleasure bubble up in your stomach you focused on your girlfriend’s ministrations, lapping at your hole with her tongue sent you into a whole new level of pleasure.

“Feels so good! Lily, that feels so good, please don’t stop!”

You could feel her smiling into your opening as she sped up her movements, bringing you closer and closer to the precipice of climax. “Am I allowed to cum?” You asked desperately, the only thing keeping your hips where they were being James’ strong forearm, digging into your hip bones.

“No,” He growled, slapping at your tit bringing you even closer to something you were apparently not allowed to do. 

“Come on James,” Lily said replacing her tongue with her fingers as she moved her head to talk to the dark haired boy, “You can’t just tell her she’s not allowed to cum because it’s not you who’s going to make her cum,” Turning her attention back to you she smiled, “Of course you’re allowed to cum baby, don’t listen to him. Are you close, m’love?”

“Uh huh,” You screwed your eyes shut, the pleasure becoming overwhelming and only intensifying when Lily’s mouth returned to your clit, licking broad stripes up and down it. 

“Baby look at me,” James’ deep voice commanded you, to which you promptly obeyed, “Wanna see you when you fall apart on her tongue, wanna see you cum baby, you’re so pretty when you cum.”

James’ words accompanied by a particularly harsh nip by Lily to your clit has you tipping over the edge, letting out a high pitched scream as pleasure took over your body, drowning you in the feeling of your lovers still working on your body, obviously not satisfied with leaving you with just one orgasm.

As you came to, your orgasm slowly seeped away from your cloudy mind, reentering you into your dorm room where you heard Lily’s melodic voice, “See James, told you I could make her cum first.”

“Didn’t even get a chance,” He grumbled from his place next you, brushing the hairs off of your forehead. “Wanna make you cum poppet, tell Lily to give me a turn.”

“L-lils,” You managed in your post orgasmic haze, “Want Jamsie, want his- want his…”

“Look at how good of a job I did on our baby,” The redhead boasted, “Just one in and already a blubbery little mess. How do you think she’s gonna be fairing when I have her on her fourth?”

“Only shooting for four Lils?” James raised a defined eyebrow, “I was thinking I could get at least five out of her myself.”

Your eyes widened, slightly in alarm, slightly in anticipation. “F-five?”

“Shh kitten, let us talk,” Lily chaisted lightly. “You really do think highly of yourself don’t you Potter?”

“I’ve done it before,” He countered.

“No, we’ve done it before, both of us. Neither of us have ever gotten her to five by ourselves.”

“Don’t think you can do it Flower?” As he rose from the bed and moved towards Lily you caught sight of his cock, already painfully hard, the tip a bright red and leaking with precum.

“S’not me I’m worried about, don’t wanna overwhelm our baby.”

“I can do it,” You piped in feebly, “I can take it, make me feel good please, wanna feel good.”

“See Lily? If she says she can take it, who are we to question her?”

“You sure poppet?” Lily asked you, her eyes on yours.

“Yes Lily, I’m sure.”

That was all James needed to nudge Lily out from between your legs, spitting on his fingers before rubbing them up against your pussy. “You need me to stretch you out darling?” His voice laced with absolute adoration as he took in your perspiring figure from this new angle.

You shook your head but James wasn’t satisfied, “Wanna hear your voice poppet, come on not too fucked out yet are you?”

“No, don’t need you to stretch me out, want your cock.”

He grinned, lining up the tip of his cock with your quivering entrance, “There’s my good girl.”

As he pushed into you you faintly questioned why you didn’t have him stretch you out beforehand, but once he was fully sheathed inside you all you could think about was the way his dick pressed perfectly against your g-spot. 

You moaned out as he began thrusting into you, ruthless in his efforts to make you cum. He moved his hands to hold your hips at an angle where he could better reach deeper inside of you if that was even possible.

“So pretty baby girl,” His grin was wicked as he watched your cunt, reveling in the sight of his cock going in and out of your dripping pussy, “You look so pretty on my cock, you gonna make a mess f’me?”

“She’s not gonna cum yet you himbo,” Lily interjected, “You’ve been inside her what? Five seconds? You need her to cum soon? You close?”

Using Lily’s mocking as motivation he pistoned his hips in and out even more viciously, leaving you a bouncing mess on his cock as he pulled his prick almost all the way out, so that only the leaking red head was still inside of you before fully sheathing himself in you once more.

“Fuck!” You cried out as the tip of his member brushed against your cervix, “Don’t stop!”

“Wasn’t planning on it,” James managed through gritted teeth, throwing your legs over his shoulders so that he wouldn’t have to hold them in his hands any longer, giving him the ability to grip your hips.

So lost in your pleasure you hadn’t registered where Lily was until she sat next to you on the bed, moving her fingers to massage your clit pulling a strangled gasp from your throat.

“L-Lily,” You stuttered out.

“Hey there baby,” She cooed, like she was talking to an actual child, “Jamie making you feel good.”

You nodded, keeping your eyes locked on hers.

“You close, kitten? You gonna cum soon?”

A whimper escaped your lips this time as you nodded once more.

“Let me see if I can help with that then, wanna see you cum again pretty girl.”

You closed your eyes, letting your head fall back against the mattress with a soft thud as Lily’s fingers started working magic on your clit, bringing you closer and closer to your second orgasm.

A slap against your clit, combined with the deep, hard thrusts of your boyfriend, reaching depths within you you could’ve only imagined before him sent you careening. Your climax washed over you in waves, each stronger than the last making you twitch and spasm on the bed.

You hadn’t even registered that you’d squirted, not until Lily’s delicate hands were rubbing your release up and down your thighs, “Well would you look at that?” James grinned, “I didn’t see you make her squirt Lils.”

“Oh, you don’t get points for this one pretty boy,” Lily grinned, not making eye contact with him but rather focusing on your pulsing cunt.

“What?” James was incredulous, “What do you mean I don’t get credit for that one, she came on my cock.”

“Yes, technically, but she only came when I started on that pretty little clit of hers, so responsive isn’t it, doll?” She asked, punctuating her remark with a gentle slap against your still throbbing cunt and a quick wink that James was too bewildered to pick up on.

Over the next couple of hours they were able to lull a number of orgasms out of you, James making Lily sit in a chair next to the bed so that she couldn’t touch you at all and take credit for any of his hard work.

You’d cum on her tongue and his, both of their fingers, once at the same time, they split the credit for that one but it was worth it, getting to watch your cunt stretch around both of them. You came on James’ cock more times than you could count, and of course on Lily’s strap on because Godric, did she know how to move her hips.

By the end you’d cum a grand total of nine times. You weren’t quite sure how’d you’d done it but you had. And they were both so proud of you.

The final score was Lily, five. James, four. You’d better believe that James was butt hurt about it, not quite willing to accept his obvious defeat, instead of acknowledging it and conceding to his very talented girlfriend, working on getting you cleaned up.

Once James had left the dorm to run you a bath Lily scooped you into her lap, running her hands up and down your thighs but being careful not to touch your sensitive cunt. 

“You did such a good job for us baby,” She cooed, pressing kiss after kiss to the back of your head, “Came nine times, can you believe that?”

“Is Jamie going to be mad that you made me cum more?” You asked in your degenerative head space not wanting to upset your boyfriend.

“Of course not,” Lily squeezed your hips, soothing your woes. “Especially not at you, he might mope around a little bit because he is a man,” She pulled a light giggle out of your lips with that one, “But he’ll get over it, it's just gonna push him to work harder next time when he’s making you feel good.”

“Flower,” James called from the bathroom, “Bath’s ready.”

“Come on baby,” Lily said, easing you up onto your feet, “Let’s get you in the bath and all cleaned up for us alright?”

“Okay,” You yawned, understandably exhausted by the events of the night, “Will you take the bath with me?”

“Of course my pretty girl, not gonna let Jamie join us though, s’my reward for being the best.”

You chuckled, nodding your head in agreement, “Sounds good Lils.”

As she settled you into the bathtub Lily ordered James out before he could step into it with you.

“But-”

“Out!”

“Fine! Fine, I’m going!”

Lily was the stars and James was the sun, and fuck did they know how to make you feel good.

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[alstroemeriadissonance]

NXX: Three Men and a Little Lily (Part 2 - Farewells, Waffles, and Starlight Hair)

Part 1 here

It was a very busy early morning in the Richter estate. The sun hasn't come out yet at four in the morning, and yet the usually quiet mansion was already brightly-lit and abuzz with activity.

Vyn's haphazardly prepared baggage cluttered the living room; some suitcases lay on their side, lids still thrown open in case there were some last-minute additions. Rosa fussed over them, stuffing her husband's articles of clothing, distributing the items amongst the luggage in some convoluted logic that Vyn will need to decipher later as soon as he gets to his destination.

In the meantime the master of the estate pored over a list of reminders with Artem, and showed the lawyer around the kitchen and pantry.

"This cupboard here," Vyn grunts as he stretched out to reach the uppermost cabinet right above the sink; just out of reach for everyone in the household except him, "contains the things that darling Lily covets."

Artem looked up and peered at the various grocery items stocked in that particular cupboard, and understood why they were placed there: inside were bottles of chocolate syrup, various fruit syrup both natural and artificial, different kinds of candies, tinned biscuits, and animal crackers. Among other things that would give a dentist aneurysm.

"Right." Artem takes a quick snapshot of the open cupboard, one of the many pictures that he has taken so he could go over them later and make an inventory of which items were stored where.

"You promised Lily waffles; you would find her desired toppings here, most probably." Vyn sighed. "Just do not overdo it, please. She tends to have poor appetite during lunch if she's had her fill of sweet things in the morning."

Artem raised an eyebrow. "How about as a dessert, after lunch?"

"It would be better, but you may find that Lily is a bit vocal about having waffles for breakfast," Vyn muttered as he moved on to another cupboard, orienting Artem with its contents...

They're right. Vyn is whipped, mused Artem, but as always, he kept that particular observation to himself.

The rest of the early morning flew by; but Vyn had managed to hand over and orient Artem with most of the things required to care for little Lily. Artem, for his part, had asked both parents the usually overlooked yet equally important questions--did Lily need assistance with potty (a little); did Lily need help with bathing (yes); and other similar queries.

The sun rose at six in the morning with Artem having gained more respect in the eyes of both Vyn and Rosa; the lawyer proved to be immensely dependable and turned out to have considerable experience with child care through his own extended family.

Eventually it was finally time for Vyn to depart.

Lily was allowed to see her Daddy off; and so Vyn gathered his darling girl from her bed--the girl bleary-eyed with sleep--and carried her all the way to the main gate where a limousine bearing the Svart embassy's flag waited for him.

"Daddy," mumbled Lily as she rubbed her eyes. "Come back soon, okay?"

"Ssh, don't rub your eyes, my little darling," Vyn whispered affectionately as he cradled her to his chest with one arm and his other hand gently prising off her fist away from her eyes. "And yes, I will be back soon."

"Yay. Is it time to make a wish?" Lily asked sleepily as she reached out to her father's hair, tugging on his silver locks. "Wish on our silver starlight hair."

Vyn gave his daughter an affectionate smile. "Yes. Of course. What do you wish on my starlight hair?"

"Chocolate."

The father lovingly mussed Lily's hair. "And chocolate you shall have when I get back." He planted a kiss on her forehead. "My turn," he said as his slender fingers smoothed out a lock from Lily's head. "I wish..."

Artem, who was within earshot, asked Rosa about the strange little ritual between father and daughter. "Wishing on their hair?"

"Lily noticed that she and Vyn were the only ones around who had silver hair," said Rosa. "She then came up with a story about her and her father coming from the night sky, that their hair was made out of stars. And that like people do with stars, they could wish on their starlight hair."

"That's...sweet," Artem said. "Though I will go ahead and be that guy... How would Lily react once she gets to visit Svart? Silver hair is quite common there, I heard."

"I've had my own questions myself, since it raises questions like 'what about people who were not lucky enough to be born with silver hair?'" Rosa smiled. "But Vyn said it would not be a good idea to stamp out children's imaginations with reality. Something about letting them understand things in time."

"...yay! I hereby decree, that Daddy and Mummy will be back safe and sound," Lily giggled in Vyn's embrace, before planting a peck on his lips.

"I guess. I mean, I can't tell Lily Santa's not real." Artem said. "It's senseless and brutal."

"Mhm. She knows, though," Rosa said wryly. "For Lily, her Daddy is a more mythical beast than Santa Claus is. She practically worships his footsteps--you'd find out soon for yourself I guess. She is quite the storyteller."

"Huh."

Vyn then gently put down Lily and beckoned for Rosa. "Love, it's time..."

"Uncle Artem," Lily said as she padded towards the lawyer, tugging on his pants leg. "Um..." She looked up at him with her big gold eyes, but not able to verbalize what it is she actually wanted

Artem took a guess, and lifted Lily into his arms. "Want a carry?" he asked.

Lily only shyly put her arms around him and hid her face in the crook of his neck. "Mm," was the only sound she made.

Artem only looked on as husband and wife shared a wistful, lingering kiss; the pang in his own heart came dull yet palpable--but it was a feeling that he was already used to, and came to accept, in time. One never quite could forget their first love, in a way, but only to accept, let go, and move on...somehow.

And yet...due to circumstances, he wasn't even allowed to fully move on. All the players of the previous board were still in play around him, and nothing changed, except for the fact that he could never win the one prize he so fervently wished for. There wasn't even a hope. That was now a universal truth that could never be refuted.

The one proof of which, is currently hanging onto him.

He bounced Lily in his arms, once. "Hup."

Lily yelped, and looked at him. There were tears in her eyes.

I knew it. Artem gave her a little smile. "Go wave to your Daddy," he whispered. "He's about to go."

"I don't want him to see I cried," Lily said glumly.

"Why?"

"It makes him sad."

Artem gently nudged her anyway.

Vyn pulled away from his wife, and gave Artem a nod before he made his way to the waiting limousine.

"Come on. Give your Daddy a wave," Artem said to Lily, once again.

Reluctantly Lily twisted in his arms, then waved at Vyn, who was visibly surprised at the gesture, only to smile back and wave.

She always did hide whenever he is about to leave, huh...

It is when the limousine finally pulled out of the curb and made its way into the main road did Lily reach out for her mother and sob, hard.

"There, there," Rosa cooed as she carried an inconsolable Lily. "There's a good, brave girl."

Artem turned away and went back inside the mansion, letting the mother and child have their moment in peace. Time to get ready for waffles.

===

"You sure you'd be alright, Artem?" Rosa asked as he helped her with loading the baggage into the taxi's trunk. "I mean, Lily could be a handful sometimes."

"Sort of too late to be asking me that now, isn't it?" he said. He turned to Lily, who quietly waited on the steps leading to the front door of her home. "Lily, your mum's leaving."

"Mommy," Lily cried as she ran up the pavement towards Rosa. "Come home soon." The little girl hugged Rosa's legs. "I'll behave. I promise." She offered her braid to Rosa. "Wish?"

Rosa let out a soft chuckle as she gently caressed the short braid hanging above Lily's nape. "I wish you, me, and Daddy will have some tea again in the garden. With waffles." She smiled fondly at her daughter. "How's that, little star?"

"I decree that we shall have tea and waffles in the garden when you and Daddy come back." Lily tightened her hug, and looked up at Rosa with watery gold eyes. "Come back soon. I'll miss you and Daddy."

Rosa bent over to plant a kiss on Lily's silver head. "Be good now. Your three uncles will take care of you, okay? Don't make too much trouble for them."

"Uhuh. I will. They get free wishes." Lily said as she fiddled with her braid.

Rosa then gave Artem a quick hug. "Thanks. I really appreciate you and the guys coming through for us. This is really nerve-wracking, believe me. Vyn couldn't even sleep, and that's saying a lot."

Artem returned the hug and gave Rosa a pat on the back before pulling away. "Yeah. I can imagine. Luke just found something--we'll all discuss about it in the NXX chat. But for now just get to where you need to go. And be safe."

"Mhm. Thanks again."

===

Artem took the liberty of serving Lily her breakfast in the garden gazebo.

It was Vyn's and Rosa's sacred space, but seeing that Lily missed her parents and that the knowledge that they could be away for more than a week--a first for their poor little girl--may be overwhelming for her, the lawyer figured letting Lily have her favorite treat in her parent's space may help ease her pining, somewhat.

"Here. Waffles with all sweet things on it," Artem said as he placed a plate of three waffles in front of Lily: all three waffles were carefully cut into kiddie bite-sized pieces, drizzled with chocolate, strawberry sauces; piled high with slices of strawberry, banana, and a few gummi bears on top.

"It's probably not as good as your Dad's but I tried my best. Hope you like it."

Lily quietly stared at the pile of waffles, then at Artem, then at the waffles again.

"Well?" Artem couldn't help but feel apprehensive at being judged by Vyn's daughter. A tiny little Adjudicator. His lips curled into a twisted smile.

"Uncle Artem," Lily said quietly as she took her little plastic fork into her fist and fed herself a piece of waffle dripping with chocolate and strawberry.

"Hmm? And, don't talk when your mouth is full," Artem said as he pulled out a chair opposite hers and tucked into his own breakfast: pancakes and bacon. "Chew first and swallow before you speak."

"Mmph," Lily swallowed her waffles and, with her mouth smeared with chocolate and strawberry, said "Uncle Artem, you are my new favorite uncle." She shoveled another chocolate-and-strawberry syrup drenched waffle bite into her small mouth. "I love you," she said after swallowing once more, then piercing yet another piece with her little fork.

Artem chuckled as he drank his orange juice. "I'm glad, Lily, but wipe your mouth first? Here, let me help you..."

Luke: Got a ping.

Vyn: I knew there is something off. What is it?

Luke: Not too sure yet but Vyn, be careful. Whoever it is, the trails lead to somewhere in Europe. Won't be surprised if its Svart.

Vyn: Ah. I figured as much. Thank you for confirming.

Luke: I'll try to get more specifics. Will send them your way as soon as I get em. Artem, be careful too. I wouldn't put it past them to do kidnapping if they want something from Vyn.

Artem: I'm armed. Though I would appreciate it if you and Marius would stay here in the estate too.

Vyn: I have prepared all of the guest rooms for your use. It would make me feel more at ease if all of you three stay with Lily at all times, if possible.

Marius: I may need to go on meetings but I'll stay there as much as I can.

Artem: Beef stir-fry and dumplings for tonight.

Marius: Hell yeah I'll cancel tonight's meeting. Gonna chow down there.

Luke: lol

Artem: Not spicy though. We have a kid eating with us.

Rosa: Why do I feel sleepover vibes?

Luke: I'm going there with my stuff. And games. Operation Waffles is a go!

Vyn: Please do not trash the house.

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[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

Draw your swords, pt. 8

Summary: Forced to face their feelings, neither the Darkling nor his wife dare to speak them out loud. Influenced by Genya’s words, Y/N starts to wonder about her husband’s past.

Warnings: angst, swearing, mentions of alcohol, sexual content

Part one // Part two // Part three // Part four // Part five // Part six // Part seven  

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As a young girl, Y/N often daydreamed about her first time. She believed it would be with a kind man who’d move mountains to find her if she called his name. Reality was quite different – this man wasn’t kind, but he’d burn the world for her.

Whether he realized it, she saw through him easily. The Darkling is a symbol, the fear surrounding his name is all for show because he’s not evil. In fact, she’d go as far as say he’s redeemable. Anyone capable of love is capable of being saved and while she didn’t know what he needed saving from, her heart told her he’ll need her. And she knew he cared, she felt it in the way he held her in that tent, and again in the way he’d touch her when he had all the power just the night before.

Moving her head toward the other side of the bed, Y/N looked at her sleeping husband. His lashes are long, thick and dark, a beard that tickled her neck adorning his face. Asleep, his cheekbones were not as sharp, his face much more welcoming and relaxed. He didn’t seem as the formidable foe she imagined him to be.

Aleksander laid on his side, facing her. Pursing her lips, Y/N allowed her eyes to roam over him. His broad chest had a small area of dark, curling hair. His muscles are made large, shapely mounds. His arms are capped by a round, firm muscle. Biting her lower lip, her eyes continued down to his hard, flat stomach with faint lines forming separate areas of muscles, making her swallow thickly. It was only after a moment that her eyes went lower. What she saw did not seem so powerful as it felt the previous night, but as she watched, his manhood began to grow.

She gasped and her eyes flew back to his. He was awake, watching her intently with a smirk, his eyes growing darker by the moment. No longer was he the gentle man she had awakened to, but a man of passion, the general who showed her he was just as capable of leading a woman in the bed as he was of leading an army on the field.

Y/N tried to move away but Aleksander still held her trapped by her hair that strayed on his side, under his back. What was worse, she didn’t even want to fight him. Y/N recalled her plans for him clearly; but this was more than a plan she carelessly implemented. Everything was different now when she had the memory of his body and the pleasure he infused her with when he made love to her. Could that term even be applied to them, she wondered. Did he see it as making love or simply satisfying his needs?

“Stubborn wife,” he whispered and the tone of his voice made chills run along her arms. It’s more than the tone he used or the look of his dark eyes that had her insides turning, but the words he had spoken…it almost felt like a term of endearment coming from him.

Grimacing, she rolled her eyes at him, “Dreadful husband.”

Pursing his lips, he seemed amused rather than insulted.

She was right, their relationship has changed.

Irrevocably.

Last night she had thought she learned all there was to know about love between a man and a woman, but now she thought, perhaps she knew very, very little. There was much more to learn from this man and of this man and how to use that knowledge for her own gain, but right now? She just wanted to let herself go. She wanted to enjoy his company. For once, he was good-natured, playful even. She felt genuinely happy in their little bubble.

For a moment, Y/N wished to stay there. She wished he could always look at her as he is now.

She looked at him, his hair still a mess in the bright morning sunlight. She watched him intently, perplexed how he could look more handsome and more human than she’d ever seen him.

His eyes are nearly black as he pulls her to him again. He runs his tongue along her lips, touching the inner corners especially. She parted her teeth for him, desperate for a taste of him. He’s better than the richest honey; hot and cold, soft and firm. She explored his mouth as he had explored hers, no longer shy or reserved with him. How could she be when his fingers have delved lower, pushing inside her?

Gasping, she smiles against his lips. “Genya will be here soon”, she warns him.

"I don't fucking care", he insisted as he crashed into her, his arms wrapping around her like a cage she never wished to escape from. He brought his mouth on hers, inhaling her, "Do you even know what it feels like to be around you?! I can't", he paused as his arms drew away from her and she shuddered as he took the warmth they provided. With bruised lips, she watched as he ran his hand through what used to be perfectly tousled hair. Disheveled, he turns to her, "I can't breathe around you."

She chuckles at him, "Well, I am breathtakingly beautiful."

Rolling his eyes, the Darkling shakes his head, "Well, you're not unattractive. I'll concede on that."

She ran her hands over his back as he lowered his head to her neck, running his tongue along the pulsating beat of her carotid, the only friend he had in her – her pulse couldn’t hide how enamored or exhilarated he made her feel. Instinctively she leaned her head back, her breathing turning deeper, quicker.

When his lips and tongue touched her breasts, she nearly cried out. She thought perhaps she might die under such torture. Trying to pull his head back to her mouth failed as he gave a deep, guttural laugh that made her shiver, her insides turning with the sweet melody and her heart? Her heart felt warm, big and incredibly full.

Maybe he did own her.

A knock on the door had interrupted their bliss as Y/N stiffened, looking at the door in slight panic. If someone saw them right now, no one would doubt their marriage was a successful love match. They seemed happy, truly in love. That’s not how it was meant to be.

“Someone doesn’t value their life”, he grumbled under his breath. “GO AWAY!”

Clasping a hand over his mouth, she chuckled. “Who is it?!”

“General?” Ivan’s voice faded her smile instantly.

Even with Aleksander’s hands cupping her bottom, his body covering her and the door being shut, Y/N felt ashamed as if she was bare in front of the entire world.

“Unless the world is burning, leave me alone!” Pecking Y/N’s lips, he smirked, “I never get a peaceful morning anymore.”

Come to think of it, Y/N never found him in the bed when she woke up. This was the very first night they spent together and he stayed by her side. Considerate was never a word she’d use describing him before, but he is considerate, kind and incredibly cautious when it comes to her. It made her heart sink.

Hearing no word from Ivan, Aleksander’s hand moved. Caressing the inside of her thighs, he made her shake in desire. Holding her breath, she bit her lower lip. Still sore from the night before, she felt her stomach twist as he lined himself up with her entrance once more. Pushing himself inside, he captures her lips as she cries out. The pleasure is undeniable, but she couldn’t deny there was pain too. She clutched at him, her legs pressing around his waist as she rose to meet each thrust. Sweet torment he had inflicted felt as if it would split her in two - one Y/N to plot his demise and the other who’d never let him leave her bed.

Finally, when she was sure her heart would explode, she felt the pulsing throbs that released her and soon after, Y/N felt him speed up and his own release followed. Collapsing on top of her, Aleksander held her so close that she could hardly breathe. In that moment she didn’t really care if she ever did breathe again.

Aleksander didn’t move, still buried deep inside her as if she is his saving grace. It’s insane to think he could fuck her into submission and feelings. It was impossible to ignore the fact that she developed feelings for him, but that realization created doubts. Eventually, something will have to break – and the thought of hurting him suddenly felt too much to bear.

“Are you alright?” He moved her hair out of her face, remaining on top of her as if she’s a conquered territory he refused to leave.

Swallowing thickly, she nods. “Why aren’t you moving?”

Eyes widening, the Darkling felt heat rush to his face. He was trying to be sweet, to show her it was more than a quick fuck. It was indescribable for him – a dawn after a long night he’s lived in. No woman ever lessened the loneliness inside his heart and then she waltzed into his life. He couldn’t imagine living without her again. She was the northern star in his dark sky and he never wanted to leave.

“I should see Ivan about earlier”, he murmured, nearly wincing as he pulled out. She wrapped herself up in the sheets again, her eyes wide as she stared ahead, thinking about how badly she’s already failing her mission.

Frowning as she shifted, Y/N felt Aleksander’s semen leave her. She cleared her throat, her eyes watering. She felt disgusted with herself, like she needed her skin rubbed off with scalding hot water and peeled off if that didn’t work. She could feel him, smell him on every inch of her skin and the worst of it all? She loathed just how cold she felt when his arms weren’t wrapped around her. She absolutely detested how giddy her heart felt when she saw the shit-eating grin on his face as he brought her to climax.

“When will we visit the armies by the fold?” She asked, switching into the woman she is instead of the woman she’s molded into by his lips.

Impassive, he looked back at her as he worked on the buttons of his shirt. “Why? Don’t believe I’ve kept my word?”

It unnerved her just how cold his voice felt, how impersonal. Standing, she wrapped the nightgown around her body. Taking his kefta in her hands, she held it open for him to slip into.

His eyes flicker from the kefta to her, as if he’s confused as well. It felt odd not knowing their place now. Their previous dynamic was easy to settle into, bickering felt like second nature. Conversing without spewing venom brought unfamiliar discomfort mostly because they’d much rather return to the bed behind them. Leaving that room carried an unspoken possibility of their time together being nothing but a fluke – a onetime deal. The outside world carries responsibilities, the kind that places them on opposite sides of the war.

“Thank you”, he turns around, allowing her to help dress him. Wives do that, he realized. Loving wives help their husbands dress just as often as they help them undress. Husbands do the same for their wives – though he much preferred the undressing part.

He kissed her brow unexpectedly, eyes flickering to her trembling lips as they passed a surprised gasp. “I know you want to see the results on a field, but rest assured I’ve kept my word.” Licking his lips, he reached for a glass from behind her. Pouring himself a glass, he watched her gnaw on her lower lip. For once, the ice queen showed there are emotions inside her capable of more than just disdain.

Breaking out of her daze, she cleared her throat. “I prefer to have confirmation”, she remarked.

Snorting, he looks up in frustration. He wanted to grab her by the throat as he would with any other human who’d dare challenge him, question him. In his mind, he pinned her to the bed, his hands wrapped around her delicate little wrists. ‘Don’t play games with me’, he’d say, ‘Don’t ever think you’re capable of that.’ He wanted so badly to treat her the same, as an enemy, but she had done something to him. No matter how hard he wished he could fight it, something inside him came to life – his heart beats unburdened by the shadows, for her. It was always going to be her.

“I guess I’m asking you to trust me”, he looked at her with a softness he visibly struggled with. His hand griped the glass far too tightly for it to fool her. He was hurt by her insinuation and she didn’t know how to respond.

“Aleksander.” Calling him by his first name for the first time felt so natural, but terrifying as his eyes lit up when it crossed her lips.

He shuddered. “Say it again”, he commanded, his eyes darkened as he pressed his lips together.

The look on her face would surely haunt him for an eternity. She was shocked, maybe even frightened. She didn’t mean to call him by his name, she had made a mistake and he could read it on her face.

She spun, fleeing into the bathroom. She ran from him like he had come to steal her soul. He thought about chasing after her, but it would be futile. She would return on her own. She lost the game, she was his. He swallowed his whisky and smiled. Perhaps the way his heart fluttered at the sound of his true name passing her lips should have been a sign he lost the game too, but he didn’t give it a second thought.

She is his.

Once he left, she did exactly as she wished – she scrubbed herself clean of any remainders of him. He’ll walk around with her scent clinging to him, but she will not be branded his. Though her hips bear his markings, she felt satisfied they were easily covered with a kefta.

“You don’t have to say it”, Genya raised an eyebrow at the shadows of Kirigan’s fingertips across her friend’s hips.

“Say what?” Y/N narrowed her eyes, her heart picking up pace.

Smirking, Genya lowered her voice, “You enjoyed it, didn’t you?”

Rolling her eyes, Y/N, exhaled audibly through her nose. “It wasn’t terrible.”

“Ha!” Genya clapped her hands, “We are winning today!”

Raising her eyebrows, Y/N turned her undivided attention to an overly excited Genya. “Care to explain?”

“Well”, she shrugged innocently, “I may have found us a new ally.”

Stunned, Y/N sat on the edge of the bathtub. “Who?”

“David”, Genya exclaimed.

“Isn’t he Kirigan’s little…pet?”

Knitting her eyebrows, Genya huffed, “No! He’s a brilliant man and he believes in equality and a brighter future.”

“But can we trust him with the secret?”

Swallowing thickly, Genya paused. Inhaling deeply, she nods. “I’d vouch for him.”

“I need concrete proof”, Y/N sighs, “This isn’t going to end well for us if he decides to spill everything to Kirigan!”

Rubbing her temples, Y/N felt as if the pressure inside her head would cause her brain to burst. It’s pressing in, choking every good idea she’s ever had.

“What would happen if he did know?” Genya crouched before her. With her hands on Y/N’s knees, Genya sighed. “Maybe he’d be receptive too.”

Snorting, Y/N couldn’t believe how naïve Genya is. “No. He’d be too angry to see the big picture.”

It didn’t matter that he’s begun colonizing Y/N’s heart or that every inch of her skin craved the touch of his hand. It felt as if she were invincible when he stood beside her, as if he had made her fireproof. No scar hurt when he kissed her, no grief was too difficult to bear when he looked at her.

“Damn it”, Y/N covered her face, “I want to believe in him, I do.” She couldn’t help but wonder if her feelings are the aftermath of the night he saved her life or the night of ecstasy he had given her. Is it really genuine emotion or did her heart move to her vagina?

“So believe”, Genya encouraged. A sympathetic smile adorned her full lips, her eyes kinder than before.

“How can I ever trust him when he’s got a superiority complex regarding humans? He’s never going to willingly protect one!”

“He did with you”, Genya pressed her lips into a thin line. “You’re paranoid because you are afraid allowing yourself to see the good in him might actually make you love him.”

And she is. She’s afraid to love him or let him love her. What would be the point? In the end, they’re too different.

“Talk to David again”, Y/N stood, sniffling. “I’ll head to the library.”

Genya raised an eyebrow. “Library?”

The first casualty of war is innocence and Y/N had none left. She was once called ‘angel’ by her father, by her comrades in the army too. She was the epitome of a pure heart who would sacrifice itself for others. She didn’t feel like an angel anymore, but she will play the part. No one expects an angel to set the world on fire.

“Yeah”, Y/N breathes out. “I want to look for something.” Truth be told, she wanted to research Aleksander and his lineage.

If the dark heretic is from his bloodline, she needed to know everything about him, about the hearts of those he came from. If she’s ever going to consider her husband as an ally, she has to know him – all of him. If she asked, she worried he’d cover up the darkest parts of him. He’d deem her too human to understand, too fragile to know all the horrors that tie into who he’s become.

It was time to find out if she could trust Aleksander.

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Part 9

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