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just-jordie-things · 3 years

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Bite Me - Mike Wheeler

word count: 4052 warnings: swearing, unedited and poorly written summary: Mike has harbored a crush on (y/n) since the day they met. And all it takes is a run-in with Billy Hargrove for him to lose his shit and let his feelings be known. (a/n): I just randomly felt the need to write for one of my best boys

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(y/n) (y/l/n) was a sweet girl. If you asked anyone they’d tell you how kind she is, to everyone she meets. From giving out homework answers when someone forgot, to sharing her lunch, she’d lend a hand no matter who you were. She was a good person, and that’s why Mike was so in love with her.

He had been ever since she’d joined the Party, back in the fourth grade. She’d been bringing in an extra juice box and snack for two weeks, just for Will, and the four boys agreed unanimously to offer her a spot in their group. Mike can still remember the look on her face, the wide grin that showed off her recently lost tooth, and the way she’d giggled and agreed instantly.

They taught her D&D, she was invited into Will’s fort, and taken in by Joyce as one of her own. She was truly one of them.

She didn’t look at him like everyone else did, it’s one of the first things he’d noticed about her, and he could see it every time their eyes met. That annoyed expression that he was used to receiving -from peers, from his parents, even Nancy, even their friends- he’d grown so accustomed to it, until he’d met her.

“Fuck you! Fuck you!” Mike was shouting, about to lunge towards Steve, before (y/n) and Dustin grabbed his arms to yank him back. “We can’t just stay here and-”

“That’s exactly what we’re doing!” Steve shouted back, shoving a scolding finger in the younger boy’s face. “We’re staying here, so I can keep you dipshits safe!”

Steve rolled his eyes before spinning around to leave. Nothing stressed him out like these kids.

“Come on, we’ll figure something else out” (y/n) said quietly, and tugged on Mike’s arm a little more.

His glare softened when he turned to her.

She nods her head off to the side, prompting him to walk off with her. He groaned, but he followed when she pulled him towards the living room. Her hand didn’t let go of his wrist until they were away from everyone else.

“You know nothing you could say right now is gonna make me less pissed off-”

“I know,” (y/n) giggles before he can start ranting again. “But maybe you can just take a breath and pretend to calm down?” She hums, and she laughs again.

Mike groans loudly, loud enough that everyone in the house could hear him, before he threw himself down onto the sofa.

(y/n) just shook her head, and sat next to him.

“Steve’s just trying to keep us safe, Mike,” She says, voice just as soft, but a bit more serious now. “He’s not doing this to make you mad, you get that, right?”

He nods, but hangs his head in his hands.

“Are you… um… upset because El’s out there?” She asked unsurely.

She had a pretty good feeling that Mike had a crush on Eleven. He was distraught when she left, and since she’d come back (a few hours ago) he’s been extremely on edge. Hence the pouting right now.

“I guess,” He shrugged. “I just- I want to just-”

“I know,” (y/n) murmurs again. “I get it”

She admired Mike’s need to help, to get involved. He was brave, if not a little reckless as well. But there was something sweet about his extreme need to help. Even though she was still convinced he was only wired this way because of his crush on Eleven.

Mike looked over to her, finding that loving look on her face. His favorite expression -maybe even his favorite thing- and it somehow calmed him down a bit. She smiled when he hadn’t started grumbling again.

“You good now?” She asked.

“Yeah,” He sighed. “I’ll be fine”

She grinned, and poked his cheek affectionately before getting up from the couch.

“I’m gonna get a glass of water and make sure Steve’s calmed down too,” She told him. “Guess I’m the only sane one around here”

He laughed a bit as she left the room.

“Steve?” (y/n) called gently as she approached her older friend.

He turned to her, an unamused, and rather annoyed, look on his face.

“You alright?”

“I will be, once I’m in a retirement home and have restraining orders placed on all of you,” He answered, making the girl laugh. “Your boyfriend calm down yet?” He asked, and her laughter stopped almost instantly.

Steve was chuckling now at how red her cheeks were turning.

“He’s not-”

“Yeah, yeah, I know, heard it before, pretended to believe it before, whatever,” He said, and (y/n) busied herself with getting a drink. “Now’s as good a time as any to just, you know, confess. You’re stuck here anyways”

“No I… I can’t um…” She shakes her head, staring down at the bottle of water she’d grabbed from the fridge. “I can’t do that” She finished weakly.

Steve had known (y/n) for a few years now. He’d met her the first night he’d hung out with Nancy in the Wheeler home, she’d been there with Mike coming up with a new character for D&D. His first impression, as it was for all of the kids, was that she was a geek. And she was, but she was a lot of other things too, and what stood out the most to him was her kindness. She didn’t exactly fit in with the Party like the boys seemed to. Not only because she was a girl, but because she was… friendly.

Mike wasn’t cruel to Steve by any means, but he was a snarky little shit that sometimes made Steve just want to-

“Why the hell do you like that little asshole so much anyways?”

(y/n) was still blushing as she shrugged her shoulders.

He’d picked up on her little crush one of the first times she’d met him. He called her out on it right away too, luckily only Dustin had heard, and he’d laughed it off, thinking it was a joke.

It wasn’t.

“He’s such a piece of shit,” Steve said through a laugh, earning a pointed glare from (y/n). “Obviously he doesn’t treat you the same way he treats, well, everyone else”

“No, he doesn’t,” (y/n) sighed lovingly.

Her eyes glanced out to the living room, where Mike and Lucas were heatedly, and quietly, arguing. She rolled her eyes at the sight, not that it surprised her.

“He’s very, um-”

“Sweet on you?” Steve supplied, earning another look, which quickly turned into a nervous smile. “Yeah, that’s how I’d put it. I don’t know why you’re being such a baby about it. He obviously has a little crush on you too,” Steve said, wagging his finger around in her face. “Otherwise he wouldn’t be such a little gentleman towards you”

(y/n) didn’t say anything else, but she didn’t have to for Steve to know how she felt. He’d always known. She didn’t do a great job at hiding it, but her friends, and Mike for that matter, were oblivious.

They were interrupted by a bright light shining in through the windows, bright enough that she shielded her eyes as she wandered out to the large picture window.

“Who is that?” She asked, as everyone gathered around to figure out who could show up at the Byers’ house right now.

Their question was quickly answered.

“Sinclair!”

The angry, dangerous voice sent a shiver all the way down (y/n’s) spine, before an uneasy feeling settled in her stomach. Billy Hargrove was bad news, but him being here, right now, was even worse.

“Stay inside” Steve ordered, shoving the kids down underneath the window.

“I know you’re in there!” Billy screamed again from outside.

“Stay inside” Steve repeated, before walking out of the house.

“What the fuck does he think he’s gonna do?” Lucas asked, as everyone peeked their heads up just enough so they could see what was going on outside.

“He’s gonna fight him” Dustin said in a matter-of-fact tone of voice.

“He’ll lose,” Max mumbled. All eyes turned to her, but her gaze was trained on her brother, afraid. “He’ll kill him”

“He’ll be okay,” (y/n) whispered to her new friend. “Steve’s a tough guy, and can throw a punch-”

“I’m not so sure he can take one, though” Max said.

(y/n) frowned, and set a comforting hand on the girl’s shoulder.

“We’ll be alright” She assured, even though she wasn’t certain what was going to happen.

Steve was now walking down to Billy, who was still yelling, but they couldn’t make out what exactly.

“What’s he saying?” Mike hissed, only to get shushed by Dustin, thus starting a ‘shh!’ war.

(y/n) only let it go on until Billy shoved Steve back by his shoulders.

“Boys!” She scolded, sitting up a little straighter as the fight outside escalated.

Just as she’d sat up, Mike grabbed her by the shoulder and pushed her back down.

“You want to get seen and murdered?” He whisper screamed. She rolled her eyes, but couldn’t hide her sweet smile. His brow furrowed at her smile, but he wasn’t quick enough to say anything about it, as everyone’s attention was pulled back to the scene outside.

Billy had shoved Steve to the ground, and was racing up to the house now. He locked eyes with the Party, who all quickly leaned down as low to the floor as they could get.

“Lucas, run!” Max screamed, shoving the boy to haul ass before her brother could storm in and get his hands on him.

When the door swung open so hard it slammed against the wall, Mike grabbed (y/n) by both arms and just about ripped them out of their sockets as he pulled her upwards with him to get her as far fucking away from Billy as possible.

“We have to help Lucas!” She tried telling him while he dragged her off to the other side of the house. “Mike!” She shoved his hands off of her, and gave him a pleading look. “This isn’t like you, come on, he needs our-”

“Where are you, Sinclair!? Come on out!”

She ran away from Mike before he could convince her to hide.

Finding Lucas shoved up against the wall, something in her clicked. Billy’s significantly larger framed towered over the boy, who was clearly afraid, while Billy snarled nasty things right in his face.

“Why don’t you just fuck off?” She yelled at him, before thinking through the consequences of her actions.

Dustin and Mike stared at her in shock. She didn’t curse much, so to hear the foul word come out in her voice was… pretty out of character.

Just as Billy whirled around, likely about to send one knockout punch to her face, Lucas took his moment of distraction to knee him right between the legs. (y/n) squealed, both hands covering her mouth in surprise.

It was then that she took Mike’s advice to run back into the kitchen, and duck down behind the cabinets so she was out of sight.

“You’re fucking dead!” Billy howled in pain, and while every bone in (y/n’s) body told her to cover her ears, close her eyes, and stay hidden, she peeked around the corner anyways.

“No,” A different voice, a calm voice, a familiar voice, spoke up.

(y/n) had never been so relieved to see Steve in her whole life.

“You are” He finished, and took a strong swing of his fist against Billy’s jaw.

The crack that resonated made her wince, and she shut her eyes only for a moment as illy toppled backwards. He didn’t fall, and instead swung back at Steve, starting a very violent fistfight in the Byers’ kitchen.

“Come on, you gotta move” A pair of arms encircled her torso and helped her up from the ground.

Mike’s hands were much more gentle with her now than they had been a few minutes ago, and this time she let him bring her out to the living room, away from the fight.

Her eyes were wide with fear as she watched Billy throw Steve around the kitchen effortlessly. It was terrifying, she felt as though she was about to see him get killed.

When he landed a rather harsh punch, right under Steve’s chin, she cried out for him.

Steve crumbled to the ground, definitely knocked unconscious. He looked dead, though, and as the thought crossed her mind, she felt it again. The snap. Like an instinct buried deep was just let loose.

“You motherfucking piece of shit!” She screamed in a way that Mike, or any of them, had ever heard before, and was charging at Billy in an instant.

It was a hasty decision, grabbing the beautiful vase of flowers off of Joyce Byers’ table and throwing it full force at the back of Billy’s head.

While his head was soaked, and definitely bleeding from the shards of glass, he still managed to stay standing, and was fuming with anger as he glared down at (y/n).

“You made a big mistake little girl” He growled, and began to stalk towards her in a threatening manner.

“Bite me” She snarled back at him, followed by the rash decision to spit on him.

“(y/n) what the hell are you-!?”

Mike’s warning was cut off when Billy reached her, and she kicked him with all the force she could right in the gut. He grunted, but it hardly slowed him down. All she could see was red as she kicked him again, and began to throw her fists against his chest.

She didn’t have an ‘oh fuck’ moment until he grabbed her wrists in his large hands, and kept his hold so firm that tears welled in her eyes from the pressure.

“I’m gonna fucing kill you, little girl” He snarled, teeth bared right in her face.

Oh, fuck.

She tried to yank her body backwards, out of his grip, but he was faster, and stronger, and bigger than her. This resulted in her being thrown, no, slammed into the nearest wall. She cried at the crack of her skull against it, but had no time to react as Billy’s fist was all she could see, before it struck her and knocked her out instantaneously.

She fell like a limp, broken thing, and even when Mike grabbed her and shook her by her shoulders, she remained unconscious. It didn’t matter that Billy was still looking for blood, he pulled her into his lap and held her close against his chest. He was living a delusion thinking he could protect either of them if Billy came back for more, but he didn’t care. He was gonna keep her safe now.

Max had plunged the syringe into her brother’s neck, and was threatening him with Steve’s bat, but Mike hardly paid them any attention.

“(y/n), wake up, come on,” His voice was barely a mumble, and he hated to admit it but his throat was growing hot and tight with his tears choking him up. “C-come on open your eyes” He stuttered.

He pushed her hair out of her face so that it wouldn’t get sticky from the blood running out of her nose. He wiped away the red substance with his sleeve, not bothered by it at all.

“We’re going!” Lucas called, and rushed over to Mike to help him carry her. “Dustin Will and Max are getting Steve in the back. I’ll help you with her”

Mike didn’t have time to question anything Lucas had just said, and hastily went along with the plan. They looped (y/n’s) arms over both of their shoulders, and made their way out to Billy’s car. ___

Everything.

Hurt.

It was the first thing that (y/n) was aware of when she came to. Her legs, her arms, her torso, her head-

Oh shit my head hurts.

She groaned softly, reaching a shaky hand up to prod around her eye. She wasn’t exactly sure why, but it was definitely bruised. The rest of her body had to have been bruised too.

She suddenly shot upward as the car went over a bump, and that’s when she realized she was even in a car. Why was she in a car…?

Her head rolled against the seat, and she was met with someone’s shoulder against her cheek. She winced at the pressure, probably because her cheek was bruised and bleeding.

“(y/n)?” A gentle, but distant voice called. It sounded kind of hazy, like the person talking was miles away, and not right next to her. “Hey, can you hear me?”

Her eyes met Mike’s round and worried brown ones, and a lazy smile tugged on the edges of her lips. Even though his brow was furrowed, and there was a deep frown on his lips.

“What happened?” She asked, voice scratchy and quiet.

“What happened?” Mike repeated, much louder than he intended. She flinched, and while an apologetic look swept over his face, he didn’t apologize. “(y/n), you attacked Billy Hargrove” He told her in a grave tone.

“I did?” She asked proudly, her smile returning.

“No- don’t- jesus (y/n) what the hell are you on?” He asked. “He almost killed you, I mean, look at you!”

“Can you please stop yelling dipshit?” Max called from the front. “I’m trying to focus here!”

(y/n’s) eyes widened, and it dawned on her that Max was the one driving. But just as she opened her mouth to protest being in the car right now, Mike continued on with his angry little rant.

“I mean, seriously, what the hell, (y/n/n)? Did you think you were gonna win? Did you really think that you were gonna take him down?”

Her brow crinkled and her eyes welled with tears, both from all the pain and his cruel words.

“Do you even realize that he could’ve killed you? Huh? I mean, I really thought he did for a second. Do you even care?”

“What’s your problem right now?” The girl whimpered

“You are! You’re my problem,” He said, not thinking through the fact that she was crying right now. “That was really stupid (y/n), really reckless”

“Oh, because you care so much about playing it safe,” She scoffed.

It was getting awkward for the others in the car, minus Steve, who was still knocked out.

“All you wanted to do tonight was to get out there- well- well here we are, Mike!” She shouted. It hurt her head to yell, and Max was yelling again too, but she drowned it out. “Hope you’re freakin’ happy” She mumbled, holding her hands against the side of her head.

Mike sighed, and pulled her hands away from her face, staring at her seriously.

“(y/n)...” He said softly. “I’m sorry it’s just…” He let out one more heavy breath to prepare himself before diving in. “Look at yourself (y/n), you’re hurt and there’s- there’s nothing I can do about it”

(y/n’s) brow furrowed as she stared back at him.

“What do you mean?” She mumbled weakly.

“I mean I- you… I have to… ugh” He groaned, clearly frustrated by his inability to form a coherent thought.

“You have to… what?” She hummed, face leaning around his shoulder tiredly.

They were close enough that their whispers were only heard by them. And somehow, it felt like they were the only people in the car.

“Mike?” She whispered when he hadn’t said anything yet.

His eyes flickered over her battered face. The black eye, her split lip, her bruised and cut cheek, his heart broke looking at how much pain she must be in right now. He couldn’t believe he let this happen.

“...protect you” He answered lamely.

“Protect me?” She repeats, soft, and loving. “From what?”

“Apparently everything from interdimensional monsters to senior year bullies” He said, making her laugh softly.

“You don’t have to do that,” She said with a small shake of her head. “I’m alright, I will be anyways. You don’t have to worry so much about me-”

“See I do though- you- you make it impossible not to worry. I’m just always- I’m a mess, okay?”

She giggled again, and rose a brow.

“I’m not following…you sound kinda crazy Mike-”

“I love you, okay?” He told her.

She choked.

“And I just need you to not get yourself hurt… okay?”

She’d never heard him speak so quietly, so nervously.

“You- you’re- um-”

“No more fighting people- and-and things- bigger than you, deal?”

His hands cupped around her face, thumb stroking over the bruise on her cheekbone in a comforting sort of way. She swore she was melting into his touch, for a moment she forgot all about the agony her body was in.

She didn’t think twice about leaning off his shoulder so she could reach up and plant her lips against his. It’s a gentle kiss, because her lips are sore and she was a bit nervous.

Mike’s eyes widened, and he was sure this wasn’t real. No, it couldn’t be real, there was no way (y/n) was kissing him. Maybe he was the one that got knocked out? And this is all some kind of twisted nightmare-dream?

But it was real, she was kissing him. And it was… wow it was great.

She’d almost pulled away, but he pulled her right back in, and shut his eyes to kiss her properly this time.

If he was being honest, he wanted nothing more than to just take her and pour every ounce of love he had for her into this kiss, but it would probably only hurt her more.

They were cut off by a low whistle, and (y/n) turned to see Steve, who had apparently been sat next to her this whole time, and Dustin, who was sat on his other side, both giving the pair very different looks.

Despite his face looking just as messed up as hers, Steve pulled a sly grin, and winked.

Dustin, however, looked like he might vomit.

“What. The. Fuck!?” His voice cracked when he screamed, making both (y/n) and Mike jump a bit in their seat. “You guys have been- been- hooking up this whole time!?”

“What? No!” (y/n) argued back, shaking her head and trying to kill the idea in Dustin’s head before it escalated, but it seemed to be too late for that.

“You have! You’ve been frenching!”

“Oh my god,” Mike rolled his eyes. “Dustin, shut up”

“Can we save this argument for later, fellas?” Max hollered from the front. “I don’t think that this is the most important thing going on-”

“W-wait a- wait a minute- wait a-!” Steve’s eyes widened as he started to panic. “No! No way! Stop the car right now! Who let her drive-!?”

His screaming was abruptly cut off by the car swerving, causing everyone to scream now.

“Drive on the right side of the road! Jesus Christ we’re all gonna die!”

(y/n) wrapped both arms around Mike, one behind his neck and the other around his torso, keeping her secure. In case this car were to crash, her seatbelt, and Mike, would anchor her in place. Well, she hoped it would anyways.

He reacted quickly, embracing her tightly.

“I’ve been thinking I would get killed by a demogorgon,” She mumbled to him. “Guess it’ll just be a plain old car crash that takes me out”

He chuckled, but shook his head at her.

“No one’s dying, we had a deal”

She glanced up at him, a sweet smile on her lips. And she waited for him to look back down at her to say anything.

“I love you too” She hummed, just soft enough that Dustin (luckily) couldn’t hear.

The smile that grew on Mike’s face was brighter than she’d ever seen from him before. (y/n) was so relieved that her feelings were returned, that she felt she could go back to sleep, if she wasn’t getting nervous all over again about what was going to happen.

All they had to do now was to kill a monster and save their friends.

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xoxo ~ jordie

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The King wasted no time. After getting you back, he immediately scheduled the coronation, as he couldn't wait to call you his Queen. The Castle was in a frenzy, the sound little frog feet slapping against the marble floors echoed in every division. Seonghwa refused to have the coronation in the same room where he got married, he didn't want to re-live the awful moment when his wife got stolen from him... So the maids and butlers found new decorations, moved the paintings and transformed another one of the King's dark and cold rooms into a place worthy of a welcoming party.

"Let's do it in the throne room. Place her throne by my right." He had said.

The tradition was for the throne to be moved in front of everyone present, so they could witness the changes and their new reality first hand, but Seonghwa was a little tired of following tradition.

You and him stood in the middle of the throne room, with every single maid and butler running around frantically, trying to get everything done on time. You looked on proudly, enjoying the way it was all coming along.

The excess of red and black was gone, it was now balanced with white and gold, and with the new paintings and lights giving the room a new life it looked like a completely new place. The blinds behind the throne were finally opened, revealing the most beautiful stained glass images. There were four people, who you assumed were Seonghwa's family.

You reminisced the first time you had come to that room, panting and confused, standing in the dark, cold room being judged by the merciless man Seonghwa once was. The contrast was almost unbelievable, but you were glad you had gotten this far.

You felt a pair of arms wrap around your figure and a chin on your shoulder.

"I'll have it replaced. First, just the two of us, and then, once we have our little prince, or princess," he paused, caressing your stomach, where you'd carry your future child "I'll have it replaced once more, with a full picture of our family."

He kissed your cheek and you smiled.

"But Seonghwa, are you sure you wanna take down the picture of your family?" You questioned, feeling honoured yet a little wrong, replacing the original King and Queen.

He stood straight, and his cheerful expression was immediately replaced by one of pain and confusion, remembering all of the memories alongside those people.

"Why not? They have given me nothing but a lifetime of suffering, you have given me nothing but happiness and a chance of redemption. You deserve to be up there, immortalized, as a part of the new Royal family."

"Thank you..."

That was all you could say, as there were no words that could possibly describe how you felt.

One of the maids stole you away from your husband for a second, so you could change from the dirty, ripped-up wedding dress for the new ceremony. She helped you switch to a princess-style dress, all in red silk. The revealing heart-shaped neckline was covered with black lace, that extended all the way to your hands and wrapped around your index finger.

"You look lovely, Miss." The maid said as she fixed your hair.

You thanked her with a small smile and headed towards the throne room. Usually, it would be packed with people, but due to the previous altercation, the only people attending the coronation would be the castle staff, aside from the knights who were assigned to protect the castle during the event.

You carefully sat on the throne, feeling Seonghwa's eyes (or... eye) inspecting you. He leaned over, so he could whisper in your ear.

"You look marvelous in red."

He sat back straight in his throne and smiled at your shy expression. A tall man soon entered the room holding two boxes. He opened one of the boxes and slowly (and carefully) placed the crown on the King's head. It was exaggerated, yet classy and sophisticated like Seonghwa. You could tell it had been specially done for him.

"We shall now begin the coronation of Miss Y/N." The man announced.

He opened the box in front of you, revealing the most beautiful, victorian crown. It was made up of white gold and adorned with the most beautiful red and white stones.

"I hereby declare, by the powers given to me by His majesty Park Seonghwa, the new Queen of Wonderland, Queen Y/N."

The man slowly placed the crown on your head, and it was a perfect fit. He stepped away so the painter could see your smiling faces, as he immortalized the moment on a canvas.

The castle staff smiled and cheered for you, their new Queen.

"Bring her!" The King shouted, and the whole room froze.

The thought on everyone's mind was 'Who's her'.

The heavy doors to the room opened, and a chained woman, dressed in a black cape with her white, disheveled hair showing stepped in, with the help of two guards.

"Unchain her."

The guards obeyed the King, and unchained the woman, who rotated her wrists with a sigh of contentment.

"Finally, what do I owe the honour, Sir?"

The crowd in front of you looked on, petrified. Who the fuck was she?

"Undo the room." Seonghwa commanded.

"Hm there have been some changes, I see." The woman said, her voice cracking mid-sentence.

She looked at you, with her bright purple eyes, sending a shiver down my spine.

"Yes, there have. Now please do as I asked."

"Very well Sir."

The woman removed her black cape, revealing a small, crooked young-looking woman. She lifted her hands in the air, creating a small green fog in her hands, that she aimed at all beings in the room. The people, who were previously humanoid frogs, were turned back into their original form. Tears of happiness formed in everyone's eyes and cries of thankfulness echoed in the room. One maid approached you and knelt by your feet.

"Thank you... Thank you so much!"

You recognized the voice, it was the maid that had thanked you the other day for staying with Seonghwa, and the one that usually helped you dress. You smiled and held her hands.

"No need to kneel around me Miss, thank you for your hard work."

She bowed to you as she walked back to cheer with her peers.

Seonghwa stood up and held out his hand for you to take, and so you followed.

"Iracebeth, follow us. You two," the King said, looking at the two guards who had brought the witch "make sure everyone is gathered at the town center by the time we arrive."

The guards nodded and immediately headed out. Seonghwa took your arm and started walking with you, headed to the town center, you guessed.

You looked behind you to look at the witch, that stared at you with a sinister expression.

"Are you sure it's safe to bring her along, won't she like... curse you? You know, for keeping her locked up?" You whispered.

"Oh, no that won't be an issue."

You tilted your head to the side.

"How come?"

Seonghwa blushed, embarrassed to recall what he had done.

"Well, I tricked her into falling in love with me so I could get her to cast a spell on herself that would only allow her to cast the spells I request her to. I then locked her in the dungeon because I didn't want to deal with her constant crying and blabbering about how I tricked her, that's probably why she's looking at you like..." He glanced over at the witch "... like that."

You hit his arm.

"Park Seonghwa!"

"Ow! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I regret doing it but if I undo it now it could have severe consequences, not only for me but for you too. And we can't have that."

You sighed and nodded. It's true that it was cruel, but you didn't want any consequences headed your way, you'd had enough.

You stopped in front of a black and gold carriage, the one that would take you into town. Seonghwa helped you get on and then sat beside you. The witch rode in front of you, her creepy smile and envious eyes staring into your soul the whole ride. Seonghwa held your hand tightly, also feeling uneasy by her presence.

"We're here, Sir."

Seonghwa took a deep breath. You could tell he was nervous, as all of the people from the Kingdom looked at the carriage, expectantly. You kissed his cheek and held his hand tighter.

"It will be okay." You assured him.

Seonghwa smiled softly and exited the carriage, alongside you and the witch. The expressions of the people once they saw the witch were the same as back in the castle, and they braced for the worst.

The King said nothing, he only turned to the witch and said 'do it'.

Once more, she cast the spell, that supposedly returned them to what they once were, but it didn't go as planned. Some people returned to their original state, but the ones who had turned from animals to humans, not so much... Some had the luck of being completely turned back to who they were, others were left hybrids, mixes of animals and humans. You found Cheshire, still as a human, happily playing with his ears and tail, and Haiga, the Hare, jumping about with his hare feet about the return of his long ears. It didn't take much for those two to be happy. There was a mix of emotions among the crowd, however, some people that had married into families who were previously human, were happy they got some of their old life back and they would still be able to maintain their relationship, others were sad (and mad) that they would never be able to return to whom they once were.

"What happened!?" Seonghwa whisper-yelled to the witch.

"The curse has been cast for far too long, I wasn't able to undo it completely." She explained, ashamed of her own skills.

"People, I apologize," as soon as he spoke those words the commotion calmed down, and everyone seemed shocked. The King? Apologizing? "it seems the curse has gone on for too long and is irreversible in some cases. I ask that whoever has been affected attends the castle tomorrow so I can offer a proper compensation for all of the damages caused, that would be all."

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buckyownsmylife · 3 years

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Them - Chris Evans Smut

The one where Chris is your professor.

Warnings: smut, professor au, reader is a postgrad student, so no underage business, but definitely some age gap, reader is very clear about what she wants here, lots of dirty talk

Chris’ P.O.V.

Looking out of the window of the fancy bistro I had been waiting on, I just couldn’t believe my luck. Y/N, the woman I had been thinking about for the last three months, that one that had made me accept this stupid idea of a blind date to try to get over her, was standing just outside the restaurant, looking from side to side, clearly waiting for someone that was nowhere around.

I pondered over what to do, weighing the consequences of what I truly wanted, but in the end, I said, “Fuck it,” and jumped out of my chair, explaining to the host that I only needed a minute.

“Fancy seeing you here.” I knew I was grinning from ear to ear, but that was just the effect she had on me. When her eyes widened as she took in who was talking to her, I had to laugh. “What? Not used to seeing me in more casual clothes?” I was convinced her chuckle was enough to end wars.

“I don’t think that can be considered casual, Professor Evans,” she said, but with the cutest teasing smirk on her face. Right. There was a reason why coming out here to talk to her could possibly bring severe consequences to my life. She was my student, after all, and even though she was pursuing her PhD and we weren’t currently in an academic setting, her politeness served to remind me of the distance that remained between us.

“Well, I’m not sure I could consider what you’re wearing casual either, but I must say, sweetheart… You look beautiful.” I took pride in the blush that spread through her cheeks, making her almost as red as the dress she was currently wearing. Fuck if I didn’t want her desperately.

“Thank you, sir.” I was convinced she knew about the effect those words had in me, but then again, it wasn’t like I could call her out on it. Clearing my throat, I decided to change the subject before I brought more difficulty for my own situation.

“So, what brings you here on this delightful friday evening?” I forced myself to look away from her as I spoke, mostly because I felt like I’d been staring for too long. But I’d happily look at her for as long as possible, if I didn’t fear for what she’d think of me.

“I’m guessing the same thing that brought you here, Mr. Evans.” To my raised eyebrow, she simply responded with a shake of her head, her delightful giggle going straight to my pants. “C’mon, you’re dressed like this, on a friday night, and waiting for someone in a bistro? You’re obviously on a date!”

Well, I was most definitely impressed, but that didn’t serve to distract myself from the disappointment that pierced through me at the realization that she had dressed up so pretty to go out on a date with someone other than me.

“If that’s the case, then where is the lucky gentleman?” That seemed to be the wrong thing to ask, by the way her beautiful face fell. Immediately, I felt terrible for being responsible for sucking the light out of this woman.

“Oh… I guess he’s not coming. I’ve been waiting for him for at least an hour, it was supposed to be a blind date. My friend thought he’d be perfect for me or something. Guess he didn’t agree, huh?” She tried to chuckle, but the fact that she couldn’t meet my eyes was enough to demonstrate how embarrassed she was by the whole ordeal.

“Sweetheart…” I itched to touch her, to pull her body to mine and comfort her anyway I could, but she continued to avoid my eyes, keeping up with her own monologue almost like she couldn’t physically stop.

“And the worst part is that I can’t stop thinking about how he probably walked in, saw me and decided to go home. God, this is mortifying. Why am I even telling you this?” At that, she finally looked up to find me looking back at her, and whatever it was she identified in my gaze at last made her stop.

“Come eat with me,” I offered, not even thinking about what I was saying, although capable of admitting that it was all I truly wanted. Her mouth opened and closed a few times, but she wasn’t able to structure a proper sentence, looking up at me with those big bright eyes.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

I didn’t know what to say. I was completely taken by surprise by his invitation, but I couldn’t really say it made me uncomfortable. I wanted nothing more than the chance to spend some time with him, away from the university environment.

It was no secret that he was attractive, of course. I knew that, but it wasn’t because of it that I wanted the chance to share a meal with him. It was for all of the little things I’d managed to learn over the course of our meetings, the bar trivia he liked to share randomly over cups of coffee when it would make more sense if we were sharing a beer. It was the fact that his mind fascinated me, and I’d never met anyone who had captivated me so much, so easily, in such little time.

Even with so little to go off on, he occupied my mind. And perhaps half of the attraction came from the taboo of it all, but I couldn’t deny that it was there. I wanted to get to know him better. I wanted to say yes. Didn’t I deserve it, after such a lousy night?

“We shouldn’t,” I decided to remind us both, but he only smiled, reaching out for my hand. The touch surprised me even more, but I found myself accepting it easily, even smiling as I looked up at him from underneath my eyelashes to see an answering grin in his handsome face.

“No one has to know. Come on.” He tugged me in the direction of the restaurant he was in, apparently, some place definitely fancier than where my date was supposed to happen, and with a curt nod towards the greeter, he quickly took me to the table he’d been occupying before pulling the chair for me.

Such a simple gesture, not at all romantic, really, but it sent butterflies all over my stomach, and I bit my lip to stop the giddy giggle that wanted to break free. “Thank you,” I recognized, and he only flashed me another perfect smile in return.

“It’s my pleasure. Would you like some wine?” He gestured for the waiter, his eyes barely leaving mine before returning to me again. “It’s okay if you don’t. Choose whatever you want, I’m usually more of a beer guy myself, but with this being an italian restaurant and all…”

I waved his fears away, rejecting the menu the waiter was offering and pointing to the glass of wine that was sitting in front of Chris. “I’ll just have the same, please.” The waiter nodded, already turning to grab me a glass when my professor called him over again.

“Wait! Just bring us the bottle, would you?” I raised an eyebrow at him, a smirk making its way into my face. If there was one thing I had already learned about the man I was about to have dinner with, was that he loved to be teased.

“Planning on getting me drunk, professor? That’s not the right way to keep me quiet.” His eyes grew big at first, before he caught on to the teasing nature of my comments, and then he laughed, a hand going over his chest as he threw his head back and closed his eyes, fully in the moment.

Chris’ P.O.V.

Fuck, this was exactly what I’d hoped for when I took the chance and invited her over here. She was just so damn *funny. I was thrilled to have this opportunity to spend some quality time with her.

“Oh, believe me, sweetheart. I really don’t want to keep you quiet.” Shit. It was only after it was out in the open, and her eyebrows were raised high, that I realized just how weird that sounded, given the context. “I didn’t mean it like that. What I meant was, I really want to hear you.”

By now, she was pressing her lips tightly, clearly trying not to laugh about my awkwardness, so I saved her the trouble by breaking into a fit of laughter myself. “That’s okay, Professor Evans. If it makes you feel any better, I really want to hear you too.”

… Was she flirting with me? The idea caught me by surprise and sent a jolt of thrill up my body, making me sit up straighter in the restaurant’s chair. I pressed my lips tightly together in an effort to suppress my laugh, and looked up at her from under my eyelashes.

“Don’t look at me like that,” she teased, and it was my turn to raise my eyebrows.

“Why not?”

“It makes me nervous.” The answer surprised me. I never considered that I could affect her in any way, much less that one, and so I found myself leaning in her direction, my elbows on the table so I could talk more quietly and she could still hear me.

“Why are you nervous? It’s just me. We’ve been alone in smaller environments than this one,” I reminded her, watching with delight as she giggled but avoided my eyes, opting instead to play with the glass of wine that had by now been delivered to us. I knew she was thinking about the tiny office we shared and all the times we had to ignore this sexual tension as it filled the air between us. When her eyes met mine, the mischievous glint in them was unmissable, and so I braced myself for her answer, knowing it would definitely be something as out of the ordinary as herself.

“Yes…” She started, leaning closer to me and lowering her voice, and while I was sure I didn’t want to miss one single word of what she was saying, it was impossible not to look down at how her breasts threatened to spill from her dress. “But this time it’s harder to ignore just how much I want your cock down my throat.”

I was stunned to silence for a minute, staring back at her with my mouth opened as I felt my cock unmistakably harden at her directness. This was so different from the reserved and polite woman I had to work with at the university, and if that one was already enticing, I had no words to describe the minx that stared back at me with deviousness in her eyes.

“Well, now I feel bad,” I settled on saying, eyes dropping to her cleavage before meeting hers again, making sure she saw just how hypnotized by her body I was. “And here I’ve been, picturing you on your knees all this time.”

I *knew she was hot and bothered by my comment, it was pretty obvious by the way she fidgeted in her seat, squeezing her thighs together, I was certain. There was nothing I wanted more than taking her away from here, and just… well… *take her. Preferably more than once, but it didn’t even have to be on a bed. I wasn’t sure I’d hold back enough to get her close to one, even. Especially when she stepped it up a notch, her heeled foot caressing my leg under the table as she whispered, “I think I made a smart choice when I decided to wear this dress tonight.”

Inevitably, my eyes fell to her breasts once more. It was obvious that I agreed, but still, I licked my lips to be able to agree, “Yes, I’m very fond of it as well.” The corners of her lips twisted up, a clear indication that I’d fallen right onto her trap.

“I’m glad you liked the choice. Wanna know why I’m happy I ran into you while wearing it?” I just nodded, dry swallowing at the thought of what she was about to say. “Because I can’t wear anything underneath it.”

My knuckles turned white as I held onto the edge of the table, practically urging myself not to leap out of my seat. “Careful, sweetheart…” I tried to warn, the months of restraint and tension taking a toll out of my patience and control. “You should think about what you’re saying. *Pay attention to what you’re asking of me. I’m not exactly great at resisting something that I want. You have to be sure,” I murmured, eyes never leaving hers as I watched her breathing grow more laboured.

She let the silence simmer the anticipation between us, until I felt like *I was about to collapse.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“I think I’ve made my desires clear.”

That was all it took for him to dart out of the chair, fishing out his wallet and throwing some bills on top of the table before reaching for my hand. “Come.”

I followed easily, body buzzing with excitement as I accepted this first touch from a man I believed to be unreachable only a few hours before.

Nothing was said as he directed me towards his car. Once inside, I took advantage of the few seconds it took for him to reach his own door and took a deep breath, both to calm my nerves and take in the delicious scent of the familiar cologne that seemed to be ingrained in the vehicle. How many days had I spent clenching my thighs as I tried to focus on my research because his scent took over our tiny office? Too many to count. But now he was right here, ready and willing to take care of the mess he made of me.

A shiver went through my body when he finally made his way inside the car, and instead of turning on the engine, fixated his gaze on me. It was heavy with lust and primal need, that much I could recognize - mostly because I knew those two feelings all too well when it came to him.

“I’m going to kiss you now.” It wasn’t a question, and immediately after he was done speaking I was already leaning over to meet him halfway.

Chris’ kiss was nothing like I expected it to be. While I imagined a gentle lover, he was more on the eager, almost desperate side. I was surprised how much I liked it that way. He took control of our kiss so easily, it made me feel small and under his spell. Like I’d do anything he wanted me to, just as long as he kept devouring me like this.

I lost myself to the kiss, to *him, to the taste of wine and something that was undeniably just him, but then a hand fell on my lap and I gasped, instinctively opening my legs to feel more of his touch. It made him grin, but he didn’t stop kissing me, instead cradling my face between his hands before returning one of them to the spot that was throbbing for him.

“I just really need to feel you, only for a second,” he whispered against my lips, and I could only nod, too lost in his eyes to care about the implications of his words. “Maybe if I have your taste on my lips I’ll feel motivated enough to drive all the way home, instead of just taking you right here.”

Needless to say, paired with two of his fingers curling inside of me before they were gone and wrapped by his lips, the fires of desire had grown to such heights I could no longer control them. “Hmm… Delicious,” he hummed, dark eyes opening to meet mine only for a second before he was turning the engine on. “Let’s get out of here.”

Chris’ P.O.V.

The second we were inside my apartment, I had to unbuckle my belt and curl my fist around my member - that’s how badly it hurt from the lack of attention. At least I wasn’t the only one desperate to get things going, her dress was on the floor just as I sat back on the couch, moaning both at the feeling of my jerking motions and the sight of her naked body.

“Come here, Miss. Y/L/N,” I instructed, beckoning her over while keeping my other hand occupied with my cock. “Isn’t this what you wanted? Join me.” She didn’t seem to need any further invitation, small frame quickly making her way over to where I was sitting before she dropped to her knees in front of me, right between my thighs that she held to support herself.

“God, you’re sexy.” She smiled up at me from underneath her eyelashes, hands reaching out to take my member from me before she began to lick at my already weeping head, and I had to take a deep breath in order to control myself. “Fuck.”

She was a tease, alright - but that much I knew, already. Instead of immediately starting to suck me off, she opted to get acquainted with the taste of my cock by licking it like a damn ice cream cone, until every inch of it was wrapped in a coat of her saliva and I was trembling underneath her attentions, hands curled into fists in an effort to let her keep her own pace but desperately wanting to gag her on me.

“You taste so good,” she teased, but it did sound more like an absentminded comment. It was just my need that made me believe she was doing it on purpose, trying to get me to break, but I wouldn’t let her win.

“Put it in your mouth, then. I promise I’ll give you more to taste.” If I had been worried I’d scare her away with how open I was about what I wanted, the smirk she gave me assured me it was well received, just as the way she finally wrapped her perfect lips around the head of my cock, tongue swirling over it briefly before starting to slowly suck more of it.

“Shit, yeah. Just like that. Swallow that cock, darling.” She did just so, all the while making sure to keep eye contact with me, which only added fuel to the desire I felt for her. I knew I couldn’t resist for too long, so I reveled in the feeling of her warm mouth, the sloppy blowjob easily the best I’d ever had, before I pulled her to me, making her climb my lap so I could fill my hands with her fantastic ass.

“God, I’ve dreamt about this ass,” I groaned, palming it and using it to rub her pussy over my member, that twitched at the slight contact, making us both gasp. “And this pussy…” the connection was obvious. Of course I’d imagined it too, but the little mynx wanted to hear it for herself.

“Did you think about it at night?” She asked, taking control of the motions I could no longer direct as she rubbed her wet cunt over my member, making me growl on her ear.

“At night, in class…” Maybe I should have felt embarrassed to admit it, but as it were, I didn’t. I couldn’t, not when it was the truth, and not when she was right here, ready to sink down on my cock, looking at me with those sinful eyes. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

She bit down on her lower lip to stop the grin from taking over her face, I could see that, but it didn’t stop mine as I watched her rub the head of my member between her lips before finally starting to sink down on it.

“Fuck!” My head fell back on the couch, and I had to hold on her hips to keep control of myself, but still, she was being too slow. Opening my eyes, I saw by the smirk on her lips it was purely to tease me, but two could play at this game.

“Keep going,” I ordered, slapping her ass before sinking my fingers on it again, for good measure. She gasped, momentarily losing control and falling further down, which was really all I needed to fuck up into her until I bottomed out.

“God, you’re so big!” She really did know how to get a man going.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

Once I relinquished the control to him, there was really nothing else I could do but to hold on tight and enjoy the ride. He fucked me like he was trying to cherish every single second of this act we were sharing, probably conscious that we’d never be able to do this again.

“Such a fucking great pussy,” he groaned, fingers now probably bruising my skin as he used his grip on my hips to force my movements to match his. “I bet I can make you even louder.”

I hadn’t even realized I was screaming until he said that, feet raising to the sofa so he could find even more grip to fuck me silly. “Hold tight, sweetheart.” My hands slipped from his shoulders to the back of his neck, as I tried to keep my chest glued to his despite the brutality of his movements.

It didn’t take long for his thrusts to lose their rhythm, and I was dancing on the edge of my own orgasm too, watching a single drop of sweat make its way from his hairline until his jaw, where I leaned down to collect it with my tongue.

“Fuck.” His eyes met mine, holding my gaze hostage as the next words that fell from his lips brought me to my release. “Oh God, please tell me you’ll be mine. I need to know I’ll be able to have you like this whenever I want. Please.”

The aftershocks of my orgasm, paired with the way my pussy clenched around his member, milking his own release, had him cumming as hard as I had, eyes closed tightly and beautiful mouth hanging open as I tried to catch my breath and not lose the show at the same time.

“Do you mean it?” I had to ask, once both of us were able to speak again, still tightly embraced and deeply connected. I could feel his cum slowly seeping out of me and into his own lap.

“Of course.” His eyes searched mine for any inkling of my own feelings in regards to the revelation of his. “You’re worth the trouble it’ll be trying to keep this under wraps. Besides, Professor Stan had mentioned he’d like to seduce you, and I can’t imagine having to watch you be with another man.”

A giggle and a kiss sealed the deal, but we renegotiated the terms of our agreement a dozen of times before finally falling asleep wrapped in each other’s embrace. Thank God I was stood up today.

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hale-of-stiles-heart · 3 years

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mock the meat it feeds on

For the prompt: could you do geraskier "Don't you trust me?" / "You're not the one I don't trust..." with jaskier being jealous over/worried about triss? (in the books+games she does some manipulative stuff to be with geralt.)

I’ve only ever seen the show so I wasn’t too sure about the shady stuff regarding Triss and couldn’t find a simple explanation of it when I tried to look it up so I kinda took a different route because I really like show Triss so hopefully you still like it! Also on ao3!

And I’m gonna tag @roughentumble again!

In all the years that Jaskier has known Geralt, since that very first day in Posada, he's never known him to tolerate cities well, let alone actually enjoy them, which is why his sudden affinity for Novigrad is so vexing. Well, that and the reason for his newfound affinity.

Her name is Triss Merigold. She's a sorceress, of course, because Geralt apparently has a type and much to Jaskier's disappointment it's decidedly not talkative bards, and Jaskier trusts her about as much as he trusts a rabid dog.

The first time Jaskier meets her, he and Geralt are in Novigrad to replenish Geralt's dwindling supply of herbs and elixirs after a string of back-to-back contracts along the northern Redanian coast. They're searching for an apothecary, Geralt in the same foul mood he always slips into when they're forced into larger cities for whatever reason, his enhanced senses easily overwhelmed by all the sights and sounds and smells of the city, making him incredibly susceptible to sensory overload and the consequent migraines that followed.

Jaskier's done his best over the years to accommodate for Geralt's sensitivity, content with either avoiding large cities altogether when traveling with Geralt or taking it upon himself to venture into busy marketplaces or meet with aldermen while Geralt waited on the outskirts of the city. But buying food or delivering severed monster heads to aldermen was a far cry from collecting the necessary ingredients Geralt needed.

Geralt himself was a walking encyclopedia of flowers and herbs needed for his potions, but Jaskier only possessed a rudimentary understanding of them, garnered from explanations Geralt had supplied when Jaskier had sufficiently wheedled him enough for a herbology lesson. Making the potions used by witchers was a precise science; one wrong ingredient or combination of such could result in a potion meant to staunch bleeding instead thinning the blood and preventing clotting or an elixir meant to heal instead being little more than poison.

And Jaskier would rather Geralt not die because he confused puffball and sewant mushrooms.

With no other option and Geralt's supplies running dangerously low, too low for him to risk even thinking about taking another contract, Geralt's reluctantly accompanied Jaskier into Novigrad.

They initially avoid the main marketplace in favor of backstreets and narrow alleyways in search of a more niche apothecary, hedge witches or homeopaths selling their wares out of their small homes. But after finding three small-scale herbalists' inventory severely lacking, they're forced to head to Hierarch Square in the heart of the city where the crowds are busiest.

They're scanning the overwhelmingly busy Square with its many shops and storefronts and throngs of swarming shoppers for a larger apothecary when they stumble onto Triss.

She's standing outside of a three-story house right on the Square, dressed in resplendent orange robes the color of fresh tiger lilies and, unsurprisingly, marigolds. The color, and the bright midmorning sunshine, brings out the bronze and auburn notes in her thick brown hair and highlights the brilliant sage green of her eyes, even at a distance.

She's watering a row of plants in a red brick planter that Jaskier immediately recognizes as healing herbs, yarrow and nettle and chamomile, milk thistle and Echinacea. Affixed just above the door to the home she's standing in front of is a large sign advertising her expertise as a sorceress, specifically one specializing in healing magic.

Jaskier's torn quite evenly between relief at finding someone who should have all the herbs Geralt requires and immediate distrust. Neither of them have very good track records in regards to sorceresses. They tend to want nothing more than to bed Geralt and get him wrapped around their little finger and tend to despise Jaskier solely for the fact that he exists.

If Jaskier didn't know better he'd say they were jealous, his friendship with Geralt always outliving the witcher's whirlwind affairs with his sorceresses. But Jaskier does know better and it wouldn't do to believe such a foolish notion, to think that Geralt truly wanted him more than he did any of his past lovers.

Now, Jaskier bites the inside of his cheek, weighing their options, or rather the lack thereof, when he notices Geralt noticing the sorceress, his eyes lighting up with recognition. Without any further warning, he strides through the crowd of busy shoppers with Roach in tow to greet the sorceress with one of his rare half-smiles.

She returns Geralt's smile with a radiant one of her own and him into a quick hug, leaning up to peck him on the cheek. Jaskier can only watch dumbly, feeling like a knife has just been plunged into his heart, reopening old wounds along the way.

After a moment, Jaskier hurries after Geralt, weaving in between people who don't seem to acknowledge his existence, stomping on his toes and elbowing him in the ribs as he rushes over to Geralt. Triss greets Jaskier with a wide smile, more polite than he expects her to be as she introduces herself when Geralt fails to bother with proper introductions, leaning in to give Jaskier a hug of his own.

Brushing a few of her curls behind her ear, she invites them in for tea and quite generously offers to help replenish their supplies as much as she possibly can. They sit in her drawing room that's fragrant with sage and neroli, full of dried herbs and various crystals displayed on a shelf above the large fireplace, sipping the orange blossom tea she pours them in delicate porcelain teacups while she and Geralt catch up.

Jaskier listens attentively as Triss explains how they'd first met in Temeria, about the striga and the witcher who fell victim to it before Geralt had arrived, about King Foltest's scandalous affair with his sister, about how she had soon after left Temeria in favor of setting up shop in Novigrad. She's much friendlier than Jaskier is used to sorceresses being, smiling warmly as they talk and laughing when Jaskier jokes about Geralt being much more tight-lipped when Jaskier had asked him for the story about the striga.

After they've finished chatting, Geralt lists off the various herbs and other ingredients they're in search of at Triss' request. With a radiant smile directed at Geralt, Triss rises from her seat and starts bustling around the room, gathering herbs and flowers and small glass jars to store them in, leaving Jaskier and Geralt to finish their tea.

She's across the room with her back to them, standing at a work table scattered with potted herbs, meticulously gathering leaves and petals, when Geralt suddenly stands and crosses the room to stand beside her, leaving Jaskier alone at the table with Triss' cat, a giant fluffy orange beast of a feline with a smushed face that bats at his hand whenever he tries to pet it. Jaskier watches with a sinking feeling in his stomach as Geralt leans in close to Triss to say something to her that has her blushing and giggling as she turns to playfully swat at Geralt's arm, their faces intimately close.

Jaskier forces himself to look away as they continue talking softly amongst themselves, his honeyed tea suddenly bitter on his tongue. The knife in his chest twists.

Triss sends them on their way an hour or so later after providing them with everything they need, declining any sort of payment when Geralt reaches for his coin purse. With a gentle hand on Geralt's shoulder, orange painted nails a sharp contrast to the black of his armor, inviting them to visit her again the next time they're in Novigrad. Jaskier selfishly hopes they need never again enter the city.

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Quite predictably, Jaskier’s hopes are cruelly dashed and not two months later they're returning to Novigrad to collect a bounty for a fleder that had been terrorizing an old cemetery not far from the city proper. As they approach the city gates, Jaskier offers to take the proof to the local alderman, hoping to spare Geralt the inevitable migraine, but Geralt just grunts something about having another errand to run.

They head to Hierarch Square immediately after seeing the alderman, Geralt's pockets heavy with coin as he leads them directly to Triss' home. It really is a lovely him, a pale cream color with dark wood timbering and a steeply pitched brown clay roof. It's a shame Jaskier despises the mere sight of it.

Triss greets them at the front door with a smile, the warm afternoon sunshine on her face highlighting the scattering of freckles across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. She's enchanting in a sage green dress that matches the shade of her eyes, yellow and orange marigolds embroidered along the hem and modest neckline.

She invites them in much to Geralt's visible pleasure but Jaskier politely begs off, lying about needing to pop into Books and Scrolls across the way for a few things and ignoring the look Geralt gives him at the obvious lie. If he truly did need anything from the bookshop, he would have mentioned it to Geralt, something he and Geralt both know but it's the first excuse that springs to mind aside from being brutally honest and explaining that he has no interest in watching them flirt again.

He does actually head across the Square to wander aimlessly through Books and Scrolls in hopes of distracting himself from thoughts of what Geralt and Triss could be currently doing now that they had no audience. He chats with the proprietor for a bit, then indulges himself and purchases a few inexpensive chapbooks of poetry and a new leather-bound songbook, the pages gilded and the top right corner of every page stamped with the image of a charming little nightingale, a familiar symbol to a poet like himself. By the time he returns to where Roach is waiting outside of Triss', Geralt and Triss are still inside.

He scratches Roach behind the ear the way she likes and feeds her a carrot he's been saving in one of his bags for her, sits on the edge of one of Triss' planters and halfheartedly strums his lute, figures he might as well try to make some coin while Geralt's...preoccupied.

He's made enough coin to afford a nice room at the Kingfisher by the time Geralt emerges from Triss' home, a small self-satisfied grin on his face. It's a shame, really. Typically Jaskier would be basking in the rare sight of Geralt smiling but at this moment it just sets his heart plummeting.

Jaskier would like nothing more than to leave Novigrad as soon as possible but it's growing dark and he'd like to indulge in some creature comforts only an inn of fine repute in a large city can offer, rich wine and a large tub and feather mattresses. Geralt doesn't argue, either in too good of a mood from his dalliance or simply because he enjoys said comforts just as much as Jaskier does, leading the way to the nearby inn while Jaskier forces enough enthusiasm to prattle on about how it was one of his own ballads that led to the particular naming of the Kingfisher.

He performs the very song that evening at Olivier, the innkeeper's, request, stealing surreptitious glances at Geralt in the dark corner he's claimed as his own for the evening as he sings of an unrequited love so painful and all-consuming that when the young maiden learned that the knight she so adored had eloped with a gorgeous princess, she threw herself into the sea. It was only the compassion of a sympathetic goddess that saved her from her fate, turning her into a kingfisher so she could sing of her lost love forevermore.

Jaskier thinks of the nearby harbor, with its fishing ships and sailors, and wonders what kind of bird he'd become if he threw himself to the mercy of the sea.

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To Jaskier's disdain, the pattern continues for the next several months.

Any time that they're even remotely close to Novigrad, they make a detour to the city, booking a discounted room at the Kingfisher (the rate generously halved by Olivier who gives Jaskier his drinks for free and always insists he grace them with a performance or two of his ballad about the kingfisher) that Geralt scarcely uses, constantly at Triss' home.

Jaskier splits his time at the Kingfisher, catching up with Olivier or performing with Priscilla, or the Passiflora, baring his heart and soul to the Marquise Serenity's sympathetic working girls who always coo over him and let him wax poetic about the brave, stoic, unfairly handsome witcher who will never return his affection. In the evenings, when Geralt deigns to return to the inn, always smiling the smile of a well-fucked man, Jaskier forces conversation while Geralt plays Gwent with Olivier or other patrons of the inn.

But most of all, he aches.

It's harder, somehow, with Triss. With Yennefer, while just as powerful and ever-present, the jealousy he felt was accompanied by the fact that he simply disliked Yennefer altogether, even before she and Geralt started their weird, complicated, fucked up relationship.

It wasn't difficult to dislike her when she had threatened him, held him at knifepoint, demanded he make a damn wish at the risk of losing his manhood if he refused. She would've easily killed him in her pursuit of the djinn and never lost a wink of sleep over it, disliked him just as much as he disliked her.

But Triss, Triss is sweet and kind, unassuming and about as intimidating as a kitten regardless of the powerful magic she wields. She smiles warmly whenever she sees Jaskier, greeting him with offers of tea and sweetcakes or questions about how he is rather than with snide comments about his age or appearance or his singing.

She's altogether lovely, nurturing and generous and absolutely gorgeous. Someone Geralt deserves. And Jaskier hates it. Hates her, as petty and vindictive as it may be. Hates her kindness and her gentleness and her warm melodic laughter. Hates that the man he loves seems to love her.

He hates her. But not nearly as much as he hates himself.

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Not a full month has passed since the last time they've graced the streets of Novigrad and here they are once again back in the city after hearing word of a siren that's wandered into the busy harbor to prey on merchants from Skellige and local fishermen alike.

Accustomed to sirens hunting in packs, the way fish swim in schools and seabirds scavenge in flocks, Geralt had finished the contract in record time, lugging the siren's head and tail from the harbor to the alderman's home to collect his payment. By now Jaskier knows that it's useless to waste time hoping that they can simply leave Novigrad now that's Geralt job is done.

So when Geralt abruptly announces he has business elsewhere in the city, Jaskier just sighs and informs him that he'll be at the Passiflora in the event that Geralt needs to find him. Rather unlikely given that Geralt will be occupied with Triss for the next few hours. Fucking witcher stamina.

He ignores the odd, irritated look Geralt gives him as they part ways. Like Geralt has any right to be bothered by him seeking out his own pleasure with the ladies at the Passiflora when he's off getting tangled up in expensive sheets with a bloody sorceress.

It's not as if Jaskier's actually going to the Passiflora to indulge in the services offered there. Geralt knows that he loathes the concept of having to pay for a fuck, not when he can seduce nearly anyone he chooses with his charm and wit alone, as evidenced by the scores of married men and women whose beds he's graced.

No, Jaskier's heading to the famed brothel for much more selfish reasons than wetting his wick. To strum melancholy chords on his lute and cry and complain about his one-sided love.

Which is exactly what he does. This early in the day the Passiflora isn't very busy, the ladies milling around the extravagant front parlor with its thick red brocade curtains and exposed wood beams, relaxing on red velvet chaise lounges and large tufted couches big enough to host an orgy on.

They greet him with kind smiles and calls of his name, like they're welcoming an old friend, and he manages a smile that isn't entirely forced. He sits on one of the chaise lounges and begins playing, another melancholy ballad about lost love and heartbreak, the ladies gathering round to listen to him sing, charitably ignoring the way his voice shakes.

He leaves the Passiflora a few hours later feeling a bit lighter for having aired his grievances to his enraptured audience, heading straight to Triss' house to collect his witcher for supper. Roach isn't waiting outside like she typically is but Jaskier just assumes Geralt left her in the warmth and comfort of the Kingfisher's meticulously maintained stables under the care of Olivier's best stablehand.

Jaskier isn't sure what exactly possesses him to actually head inside to collect Geralt, should know from experience to be wary about poking his head in on Geralt and his sorceresses. And yet he strolls right into Triss' home like a lamb to the slaughter.

The drawing room, filled with multiple bouquets of marigolds and orange dahlias, is empty aside from Triss' cat. The great orange beast is sprawled out on its side on the green velvet sofa, watching Jaskier with its pale yellow eyes rather judgmentally. Quite childishly, Jaskier sticks his tongue out at it.

He continues through the house to the kitchen, Geralt's name on his lips, and immediately regrets it.

Triss is leaning against the edge of her wooden kitchen table, nearly sitting on it to accommodate the large witcher standing between her parted legs, knees bracketing his hips. The dual swords, silver for monsters steel for humans, strapped to Geralt's back are all that he can see of him. That and one of his big callused hand as they slip under the rucked up hem of Triss' deep green robes to gently clutch at her bared thigh.

It's like Rinde all over again, helplessly watching Geralt in another's embrace as his heart shatters in his chest with enough force it could shake the earth itself. His entire chest aching like he's just been sucker punched, Jaskier averts his eyes and starts spouting half-formed apologies, stepping backward and accidentally knocking a mortar and pestle off a nearby counter with a loud clatter in his haste to retreat.

It's as he's still profusely apologizing that he belatedly realizes that Geralt doesn't have any scars on his left wrist. Unlike the wrist connected to the hand on Triss' exposed thigh. And that while he saw the broad shoulders and dual swords of a witcher, he didn't spot a single white hair, instead what appeared to be a thatch of dark hair.

He looks up sharply, trailing off, to see Triss hastily pulling down her skirts, cheeks darkened with a blush. And standing beside her is...

"Eskel?!" Jaskier gasps, looking the witcher up and down in shock. He's unmistakable with his dark wispy hair and spiked jacket and handsome smile, not to mention the rather distinctive scars running down the right side of his face.

They've only met on a few occasions, on contracts serious enough to attract more than one witcher. Such an occurrence would typically lead to the witchers trying to beat each other to finish the contract in order to claim the reward for themselves but in the case of two Wolf School witchers such as Geralt and Eskel, it simply led to the contracts being finished quicker than expected, the reward evenly split, and Eskel regaling Jaskier with embarrassing childhood stories about Geralt.

Now, Eskel greets him with a crooked smile, rubbing the back of his neck as though embarrassed about being caught. "Jaskier! You manage to drag Geralt to Novigrad?"

The mere mention of Geralt's name sets Jaskier alight, in an instant absolutely fuming as he cries, "What in the hell is going on here?! I would expect this from the likes of you — he points an accusatory finger at Triss, then turns to Eskel — "but you?! My gods, what's Geralt going to think?! His own brother...! Melitele's tits, how in the bloody hell is going to handle this-this despicable behavior?! You should be ashamed of yourselves!"

To his chagrin, Eskel merely laughs, turning to Triss who sends him a confused look. She turns back to Jaskier, still smoothing out her skirts, and opens her mouth, undoubtedly in an attempt to defend her cruel deception.

"I don't want to hear it!" Jaskier snaps, incensed. He throws up his hands in frustration and turns on his heel to stomp back out of the kitchen, through the drawing room, and out of Triss' home, slamming the door behind him, fully prepared to storm across the Square and retreat to his and Geralt's room at the Kingfisher.

He has no plan, no inkling of what exactly his next step is beside waiting for Geralt to return to their room and somehow explaining that once again his sorceress lover has hurt him with her selfishness. The thought of breaking such dreadful news to Geralt is daunting; Jaskier doesn't ever want to be the cause of such pain for his friend.

He may act the careless rakehell when it suits him, ricocheting from one whirlwind affair to another, but even he isn't immune to the sting that comes with being left for another. He's grown attached to lovers time and time again only to be cast aside in favor of someone else, someone younger, prettier, less annoying, the pain always just as sharp as the very first time.

He thinks of the careless way the Countess de Stael had abandoned him for her new lover, of how she had callously ousted him from her home and her life, of how he'd drowned his sorrow in women and wine and a wasted wish on a djinn that wasn't even under his command. Of the horrible pain he feels every time Geralt goes chasing after Yennefer, leaving him behind with his bruised and battered heart still on his sleeve.

He only gets a quarter of the way across the Square, still trying to sort out how exactly he's going to explain the horrid situation, before he quite literally bumps into Geralt, having paid no mind to the bustling crowd around him in his anger.

Geralt's clearly on his way to Triss' home; it's the only reason he ever steps foot in the busy Square, otherwise avoiding it like a plague even he wouldn't be immune to. Jaskier plants one hand on Geralt's chest and points back at Triss' house with the other as he resolutely declares, "You do not want to go in there!"

"Jaskier," Geralt grunts, rolling his eyes and pressing forward, making Jaskier slide backward across the stone-paved street, propelled by the unstoppable force that is Geralt of Rivia. Roach offers no assistance. "I need to see Triss about getting more wolfsbane, I'm out."

"Not right now, you don't!" Jaskier insists, holding up a finger in Geralt's face. Geralt ignores him, continuing to walk forward as Jaskier's boots make a horrendous sound as the soles scrape over the cobblestone. Jaskier lets out an affronted squeak. "Geralt! For once in your miserable life will you listen to me, you stubborn oaf! Especially when I'm trying to protect you!"

"Protect me?" Geralt echoes, abruptly freezing in his tracks. His hand immediately goes for his swords. "What's in there?"

"Oh, put your swords away, it's not a monster," Jaskier says, though he certainly considers anyone who would hurt Geralt in such a way to be quite monstrous indeed. Regardless, the swords aren't entirely necessary. Jaskier sighs. "I just... I don't want you going in there, alright?"

Geralt narrows his eyes almost imperceptibly, little more than a slight squint as he looks at Jaskier, dropping his hand back to his side. "Don't you trust me?"

"Oh please, Geralt," Jaskier scoffs, rolling his eyes. "It's not you I don't trust..."

"Jaskier," Geralt says again, patience wearing thin.

Jaskier sighs again, feeling absolutely awful about having to relay the terrible truth to Geralt. At the very least, he can spare Geralt the pain of witnessing it himself, from having the sight of his lover and his brother tangled together in an intimate embrace ingrained in his mind's eye forevermore.

"Geralt, I'm so sorry," Jaskier begins, unable to stop the nervous fidgeting of his fingers, alternating between wringing his hands together and picking at his cuticles. "I... I was looking for you at Triss' and I found her. With Eskel."

He hopes it's self-explanatory enough to be a sufficient explanation, that he won't have to delve into the lurid details, but Geralt simply stares at him expectantly. "And-And, oh Geralt, I'm so sorry. They were in a rather...compromising position."

"And?" Geralt demands when it becomes apparent Jaskier has nothing else to say, cocking a brow. He seems entirely unfazed by what Jaskier's just revealed to him, as though he had simply reported the weather and not an instance of infidelity.

"And? And?!" Jaskier repeats, aghast. "And, I'm sorry that your lover has been unfaithful! With one your own brothers of all people!"

His voice raises without his volition, the slightest edge of hysteria sharpening it. Fortunately, the dull roar of the marketplace around them drowns it out a bit and keeps him from making a spectacle of himself.

Still, Geralt does not react beyond the confused look plastered on his face. Jaskier doesn't exactly expect a jealous outburst or for Geralt to break down in tears but he does expect a reaction of some sort! Anger or resignation or upset. Anything! Something! Not confusion, not this otherwise blank expression.

Jaskier's about to ask if Geralt heard him when the other man finally speaks.

"Jaskier," he begins almost cautiously, like he has something of grave importance to inform Jaskier of and fears he might startle the bard. "Triss is not my lover."

Ooh, lovely, now Geralt's lying to him. It reignites Jaskier's anger with a vengeance.

"Oh, please, Geralt! Despite what you may think I am not an idiot! You hate cities, can barely tolerate them for more than a moment, and yet over the past year, you've made us stop in Novigrad whenever we're even remotely nearby! You spend hours with her doing Melitele knows what while I'm relegated to playing at the inn to earn coin for a room you scarcely even use!"

"You never gave the impression you wanted to sit with us," Geralt answers, as though that's what Jaskier is upset about, feeling unwelcome during their little trysts. "You seemed content keeping Roach company, but you were always welcome, Triss said so herself."

Jaskier lets out an outraged squawk, gesturing aimlessly in his frustration. "Welcome to what?! Watching the man I've been in love with for half my life and his new lover?! Well, no thank you! I may be a glutton for punishment but I am not a bloody masochist and I have no interest whatsoever in subjecting myself to such a thing!"

He barely has a moment to register what he's just said, what precious secret he's just so carelessly divulged, because as soon as the words are out of his mouth the bell tower across the Square erupts into sound, filling the afternoon with the clamor of bells. It's too much for Geralt, much too loud much too fast, the sound most assuredly deafening with his heightened sense of hearing. He immediately winces, squeezing his eyes shut and raising a hand to his temple.

"Oh, Geralt," Jaskier says, tone softening as he steps closer to Geralt to lay a hand on his shoulder. Geralt just hums, sounding pained. It immediately spurs Jaskier into action.

Keeping his hand on Geralt's shoulder, Jaskier sets his other hand around Geralt's right wrist, guiding him across the Square and letting him lean some of his rather considerable weight on him. Geralt maintains his light grip on Roach's reins like an anchor, earning a soft, soothing nicker from the mare as she gently bumps her snout against the side of his arm.

"Come now, we'll get you to the inn and get you some peace and quiet away from all this hubbub," Jaskier needlessly explains as he ushers Geralt down a less busy side street towards the Kingfisher. He bites his lip to keep from rambling the way he tends to when he's anxious or nervous, not wanting to exacerbate Geralt's migraine.

Fortunately, Geralt allows himself to be led to the Kingfisher and up the two flights of stairs to their room that's significantly quieter than the busy streets outside without any complaints, only speaking up to insist Jaskier make sure Roach is properly stabled. Jaskier leaves Geralt's side just long enough to ensure that Roach is content in her cozy stable with fresh hay and a few apples the size of his fist.

Returning to Geralt's side, Jaskier sits him down on the edge of the bed, helping him strip out of the heaviest pieces of his armor until Geralt waves him off to finish removing it himself, kicking off his boots in the meantime. As Geralt finishes removing his armor until he's in just his dark shirt and leathers, Jaskier bustles around the room making him some tea.

He boils the water over the fireplace, briefly lamenting the fact that he can't instantaneously boil it with a quick Igni, and prepares the dried chamomile flowers he keeps for just such an occasion. He digs a chunk of ginger root out of the bottom of his bag, grating a bit of it into the dried chamomile; just a touch so as not to overwhelm Geralt's sensitive palate.

He wraps the chamomile and hint of ginger in some cheesecloth as a makeshift teabag, setting it in a teacup Olivier has brought up at his request. The teacup is hand-painted, the delicate ivory-colored porcelain adorned with a ring of forget-me-nots and kingfishers in mid-flight. The irony of both symbols makes Jaskier's chest ache and a hollow laugh slip past his lips.

Once the water's done boiling, Jaskier pours some into the teacup, letting the tea steep for a few minutes before bringing it to Geralt who's still rubbing at his forehead. He instructs Geralt to drink it all then steps out to fetch a fresh pot of water from the kitchens, ferrying it back up to their room as quickly as he can. He dips an old rag, also taken from the kitchens, into the pot of cold water, wringing it out until it's damp rather than sopping wet before folding it and gently draping it across Geralt's forehead, setting his empty teacup aside.

He's holding the rag against Geralt's forehead, hoping it'll help alleviate his migraine to some degree, when Geralt's fingers curl around his wrist. His other hand comes to rest on the small of Jaskier's back beneath the hem of his doublet, reeling him in closer until their chests are nearly molded together, his shins hitting the side of the low mattress and his free hand settling on Geralt's shoulder.

Geralt's expression is significantly less pinched than it was in the Square as he looks up at Jaskier, pinning him in place with his gaze alone.

"Jaskier..." he rumbles, voice like an incoming thunderstorm. "What you said earlier..."

Jaskier squeezes his eyes shut, the memory of what he'd said outside Triss' washing over him like the rainstorm accompanying Geralt's thunder. Once again his careless tongue has gotten him into trouble, only this time instead of enraging some twopenny duke or sweet maiden's father, he's potentially ruined the most important relationship in his life.

He's said too much, like he always does. Always blathering on like the lovesick fool he is, using all sorts of pretty words and melodies to hide the ugly things he feels, like his jealousy and distrust, his petty resentment towards those whose only sin was that they'd had Geralt in the way that he's always wanted but can never have.

And now it's going to cost him Geralt, the way he's always known it would eventually. A foregone conclusion he'd tried to delay for as long as possible.

Now that Geralt knows that Jaskier's in love with him, now that Jaskier's so carelessly confessed his most well-guarded secret, he's sure to leave Jaskier in the dust the way he's always threatened. And Jaskier will be without the man he's devoted so much of his life to, with only memories and unsung love songs to keep him warm at night.

He waits patiently for Geralt to continue, pressing his lips together as he tries valiantly to steel himself for the inevitable. But bracing oneself for heartbreak is like bracing for a hurricane; being prepared did not alleviate the devastation that was wrought, it only made it slightly more manageable.

"Triss and I aren't lovers," Geralt says instead, and Jaskier just barely refrains from laughing in his face. "We're friends, acquaintances, really. Nothing more."

There's something about the tone of Geralt's voice, some undercurrent of steel and soft thunder, that makes it impossible for Jaskier to doubt the veracity of his statement, not when for all of Geralt's tendency to deflect Jaskier's prying questions he rarely ever lies to him.

Jaskier opens his eyes, looking down at Geralt with a confused frown. "But—"

"Last winter Eskel told me he'd met her on a contract in Novigrad, that they're...involved," Geralt elaborates. A small smile curls the corner of his lips up, it's the same small smile he wears when he teases Lambert or decides to make a joke at Jaskier's expense. "I've been visiting her to tell her about him. Old stories of dumb shit he's done, mischief he caused that led to a hiding."

Jaskier gapes at him, trying to wrap his mind around what Geralt's just told him. Once he does, he can't contain his incredulity. "You mean to tell me that for the past year you've been venturing into a city you despise solely to tell your brother's lover funny stories about him just to embarrass him?! Oh, gods, what am I even saying? That's exactly something you'd do you-you... You bloody muttonhead!"

Geralt's smile persists. "Muttonhead? You're the one who thought I was fucking Triss."

"Of course, I did!" Because you were always off slipping away to go see her at all hours, always whispering and cooing like a pair of lovesick mourning doves! What was I supposed to think? How was I to know you were just trying to embarrass your poor brother!" Jaskier defends, throwing up his free hand, indignation swelling within him before ebbing away to be replaced by a tide of embarrassment. He groans, hanging his head and closing his eyes. "I'm such an idiot, I cannot believe I've made such a fool of myself! Over a bloody misunderstanding of all things! Oh, sweet Melitele, I'm a fucking fool."

He draws in a sharp, ragged breath, raises his chin and tries to brace himself, staring over Geralt's shoulder. "And now... Now I'm sure you'll be taking your leave. Suppose Olivier will let me stay for a bit until I regain my bearings, as long as I perform my song about the kingfisher for him, he really does love that ballad."

"Jaskier," Geralt says, cutting off Jaskier's rambling before he can manage to embarrass himself any further. How very charitable of him. "Why would I leave?"

"Why would you...? Geralt! I just professed my love for you not half an hour's time ago! What else should I expect you to do? Pick me up in your arms and declare your endless devotion to me?!" Jaskier's impassioned diatribe trails off with a deep sigh. Still pressing the damp rag to Geralt's forehead, ever gentle to compensate for every hand that's touched him with nothing but cruelty, he breathes deeply and meets Geralt's eyes. "I told you, Geralt, I'm not a masochist. I would not torture myself with such grand delusions."

"I know well that you do not reciprocate my feelings. I understand, of course, and I've made my peace with it," Jaskier goes on, forcing himself to go on even when he feels his throat tighten. "I didn't intend on admitting it in such a way — in any way, really — and I apologize. I would be happy to continue traveling with you, truly nothing would make me happier, but I understand if you wish to part ways. I would never...hold it against you or any such thing, I swear."

"Did you mean it?" Geralt asks, catching Jaskier off guard. He's not sure what exactly Geralt's referring to.

He frowns at Geralt, sure his confusion is scrawled across his face. "Did I mean what?"

"What you said," Geralt says rather helpfully. Jaskier raises his brows expectantly. He's said a great deal this afternoon.

"When you said you love me," Geralt clarifies, meeting Jaskier's eyes with no trace of hesitation.

Jaskier manages another weak smile, swallowing around the lump in his throat. "Of course. With every breath in my body. Every line in every song."

"Jaskier..." Geralt breathes, sounding wounded. His eyes slide shut and he tips his head to the side until his nose and cheek graze the heel of Jaskier's palm. He presses his lips to the spot where Jaskier's wrist and hand, softly kissing it.

Jaskier's breath catches in his throat at the fleeting touch of Geralt's lips, his stubble rasping against the smooth skin of his inner wrist. Hearing the hitch in Jaskier's breath, Geralt opens his eyes, gazing up at Jaskier with those buttercup gold eyes of his that always make Jaskier melt, knees weak from naught but a look.

With the hand he has on the small of Jaskier's back, warm through the fabric of his chemise, Geralt pulls him even closer. So close that Jaskier has to straddle Geralt's knee to avoid falling on his ass.

The movement startles another gasp out of Jaskier. He drops the wet rag with a muted thump against the hardwood floor as Geralt places another barely-there kiss to his wrist, just shy of where his own fingers are still curled around Jaskier's forearm.

Geralt raises his head and Jaskier can't resist the urge to cup Geralt's cheek in his hand, only having to move it an inch or so to rest his palm against Geralt's jaw, his thumb automatically brushing over the sharp cut of his cheekbone. Geralt leans into the touch the same way that Roach leans into scratches behind her ear, full-bodied and surprisingly trusting.

Chests brushing and Jaskier's knees bracketing one of Geralt's, they're dangerously close together. He knows Geralt would never hurt him, knows he could likewise never be able to be truly afraid of him. But Jaskier's heart pounds against his ribcage like waves crashing against the rocky shore, the ebb and flow thundering in his ears like warning bells.

Geralt's face is close to his, only a few scant inches apart, a temptation like he's never known. Geralt's always been a temptation, a constant one dangled in front of Jaskier but just out of his reach, closer than a brother. But he's never been *this* close.

Jaskier's been good for the past twenty odd years. Has resisted all of his selfish urges and one-sided wanting. Hasn't let his hands linger longer than could be deemed friendly, hasn't succumbed to his ever-present desire to just throw caution and consequences to the wind and kiss Geralt with all the passion and longing he's managed to contain thus far.

He's been tortured with temptation over the years, nearly driven mad by it all. By the temptation of helping Geralt out of his armor and sullied clothes, face to face with miles of pale skin and mouthwatering muscle greater men than he would find hard to resist drooling over, ignoring his baser desires in order to help bathe him. By the temptation of waking in a shared bed with Geralt only an arm's length away, if even that far, his handsome features softened by sleep and the early morning sunshine bathing him in rays of pale gold.

But he could never make that leap of faith, could never close the distance between them even for the most chaste of kisses. He was too worried about losing what he already had and cherished so dearly in his pursuit of more, afraid he would lose his world while shooting for the moon.

He wasn't lying when he said he would be happy to continue traveling with Geralt, content to have Geralt in his life as a friend rather than the alternative of not having him in his life at all.

But Geralt's eyes flicker down to his lips for a long moment, a flash of brilliant gold promising treasure far beyond any precious metals or priceless gems and Jaskier can no longer resist the temptation, yielding to it instead.

He leans down toward Geralt at the same moment Geralt raises his head, pulled together like two magnets, binary stars drawn towards one another by mutual attraction. He's not sure who exactly kisses who first or if they simply crash together at precisely the same time, Jaskier's hand slipping into Geralt's hair when Geralt releases his wrist in favor of cupping the side of Jaskier's face in his big hand.

Kissing Geralt is like feeling the first rays of morning sunshine wash over him, like walking in the first rainfall after a long drought. It's like the rush of performing for a large audience at a prestigious event and like the intimate camaraderie formed when performing for just a small tavern full of attentive listeners.

It's honey and salted sea air, steel and silver and snow, blood and ambrosia. Like coming home and embarking on a new adventure all at once.

Jaskier never wants to stop. Knows he could easily get addicted to it if Geralt let him, could grow drunk off the bouquet of his lips like the finest wine. And, wonder of wonders, it seems as though Geralt just might.

Because Geralt's kissing him with the same remarkably focused, single-minded intensity he uses when completing an especially difficult contract, when he's sharpening his swords by the firelight, when he's taking care of Roach. Being the object of such intensity is heady, rather flattering.

Geralt's right hand is warm on Jaskier's back, his little finger dipping under the hem of his chemise, using the hand cupping Jaskier's face to guide his head just the slightest bit to the side as he deepens the kiss. His lips are slightly chapped but addictive nonetheless as he curls his tongue against Jaskier's in a way that nearly makes him see stars. Jaskier's knees are perilously weak, knees gone to jelly like the strawberry preserves Geralt fancies so much at the first touch of his lips.

The position is a bit awkward. With how low the bed is, Jaskier's forced to crane his neck at an awkward angle, head tipped to the side to avoid simply mashing his face against Geralt's like a schoolboy having his first snog. He can feel a crick in his neck that's going to plague him for days if he doesn't move but the thought of tearing his lips away from Geralt's is downright torturous and he'd rather stand there forever in slight discomfort if it means he can continue to kiss his witcher for just a moment longer.

But Geralt, ever vigilant, seems to notice the uncomfortable way Jaskier's head is angled, moving farther back on the mattress and pulling Jaskier with him until the bard's crawling on his knees on the mattress, now straddling Geralt's thigh rather than his knee. They're of a height now, easing the way as Jaskier pours all of himself into the kiss with renewed passion.

But even with the lungs of a singer, Jaskier has to break the kiss to catch his breath, chest heaving as he presses his forehead against Geralt's. Geralt shifts his hand from Jaskier's face to his hip as he brushes the tip of his nose across Jaskier's cheek, practically nuzzling him, and mutters, "Never wanted her, Jaskier. Just you. Only you."

Jaskier can't help the groan that's wrenched out of him at the hushed confession, lowering his head for another deep kiss, fisting his left hand in the fabric of Geralt's shirt. His heart feels fit to burst at the confirmation that his feelings aren't one-sided, that his love for Geralt is reciprocated to some degree, enough for him to be straddling the man's lap and kissing the daylights out of him.

A few moments later, he again reluctantly drags his lips away from Geralt's for the sake of breathing, smiling when Geralt grunts almost petulantly as Jaskier pauses their kiss. Catching his breath, he runs his fingers through Geralt's hair, the glide of the silk-soft strands through his fingers both soothing and exhilarating.

Geralt ducks his head to bury his face in the side of Jaskier's neck, peppering kisses down the side of his neck from just below his ear to the collar of his doublet. Jaskier lets out a soft breath, hand tightening in Geralt's hair.

"I... I should apologize to Triss," Jaskier manages to say in spite of the cloud of lust filling his entire body, mind clearing for a moment even as Geralt very lightly grazes his teeth up the long line of his neck. "I said some rather awful things to her..."

"Hmm... Later..." Geralt rumbles against his throat, lips rasping over the sensitive skin and making Jaskier squirm atop him. Jaskier shudders as Geralt starts laying open-mouthed kisses on his throat, wants him to leave a mark, a bruise in the shape of his mouth as proof that this isn't just another midday fantasy or late-night dream, that it's real. He doubts Geralt would be adverse.

"E-Eskel, too," Jaskier says shakily, eyes fluttering shut as Geralt continues showering his neck with attention, his tongue occasionally darting out to taste his skin. He gasps out a sharp moan when Geralt nips at a rather sensitive spot just behind Jaskier's earlobe, apparently not a fan of Jaskier saying other people's names while wrapped in his arms. Jaskier can't exactly fault him for that, dipping his head to press his lips against Geralt's.

The hand on Jaskier's back slips more fully beneath the hem of his chemise, fingers fanned out across the small of his back, Geralt's other hand on his hip squeezing gently. Jaskier shivers again, Geralt's bare skin on his own sending a frisson of pleasure down his spine, heat pooling low in his gut.

He blindly feels for the front laces of Geralt's shirt, humming happily when he finds them. He abandons his grip on Geralt's hair to settle both hands on Geralt's broad chest, sturdy and warm beneath his palms, fingers toying with the laces.

He unlaces them as much as possible, revealing a wide swath of his chest, scattered with old scars and dusted with hair. Jaskier can't resist running his hands over the bared skin, tracing his fingers over familiar scars he knew the stories of by heart: claw marks from a griffin, an old stab wound from a lucky bandit, a slash from the tail spikes of a forktail, all of them part of the man he loves so much, features rather than flaws.

He wants to touch more of Geralt's chest, wants to strip him of his shirt and run his fingers over every scar he can find, press kisses to each one. But he also wants to bury his hands in Geralt's hair again, to brush his fingertips through the silky strands that smell faintly of jasmine bath oil. He wants to cup Geralt's face in his hands, brush kisses across his cheeks and forehead and eyelids and chin. He'd also very much like to get his hands on Geralt's ass.

Years of wanting have left him with so many desires to touch, all of them getting muddled in his head in his haste to accept whatever Geralt's willing to offer even if it's just a few more kisses. But his mind is still clear enough for something to occur to him.

"Oh!" He gasps, pulling back for a moment, panting a bit. He winces theatrically, genuinely contrite. "You may not ever be able to go to the Passiflora again. I may have told all the girls there that you're a heartless cad who's quite thoroughly shattered my heart with your gallivanting ways."

Geralt quirks a pale brow, clearly annoyed that Jaskier's once again put their kissing on hold in favor of prattling on. But there's a smirk slowly tugging at the corner of his lips as he looks up at Jaskier. "Is that what you were doing there?"

Jaskier nods a touch sheepishly, chewing his lip. He runs his thumb over Geralt's bottom lip and the cleft in his chin, feeling a bit foolish as he admits, "You know I don't like paying for sex. I needed a shoulder to cry on. The girls were always rather sympathetic."

"Hmm," Geralt replies, reaching up to card his fingers through Jaskier's hair, brushing his thumb over his cheek. His eyes flicker down to look at Jaskier's mouth, lips pink and kiss swollen. "Somehow, I think I'll manage without their services. Now shut up, Jaskier."

And Jaskier, well, he's more than happy to comply. For now. The sea won’t be claiming him tonight. He’s found his halcyon days.

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Such Great Heights

I am thinking it's a sign That the freckles in our eyes Are mirror images And when we kiss they're perfectly aligned

And I have to speculate That God Himself did make Us into corresponding shapes Like puzzle pieces from the clay

And true it may seem like a stretch But it's thoughts like this that catch My troubled head when you're away A nd when I am missing you to death

[ The Postal Service ]

[Chapter 3 of Mistake Series dedicated to @ccprovolomies for proposing the beautiful song that inspired me to write it. Thank you so much!!]

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The third, a proclamation.

The blood felt warm on his skin, at the corner of his mouth, dripping down his lower lip. That last hit had come close. Not as close as the open wound in his stomach but close enough to crack his lip in two. He lifted his hand to wipe the iron liquid from his face, as much as it was possible, and kept looking ahead, towards the hooded figure that looked at him in return holding a silver dagger in his left hand and several injuries along his legs and arms. He moved slowly to the side, limping yet still more graceful than normal people. The sunset started to vanish slowly behind him, making the shadows of the trees creeping on them a little bit more unsettling.

He could hear footsteps running towards him. It won’t be long until he wasn’t alone anymore, he just had to wait, to lose time, to slow him down as much as possible. His left hand pushed against the wound begging it to stop bleeding even for a moment, to stop making him so freaking dizzy and just let him throw the knife at the right place. Breathing deeply, he decided that his condition wasn’t as important as his mission and, whatever happened, he had to stop him long enough for the other knights to come. He couldn’t let go of this person, this trained assassin that knew where his target was and had no intention of missing this chance.

He hadn’t said a word but Obi didn’t really need any kind of confirmation about it. He could see the desperation in his eyes, the willingness to do anything to complete his task. And that was the problem. The most deadly people are the ones with nothing to lose and a lot to gain. So he fixed his golden gaze on the one ahead and dashed towards it.

Her eyes were still green and bright - not so bright as they had been these last couple of weeks but bright enough for someone who knew her well to know that there was something different about her - happiness that wasn’t there before and now consumed her almost entirely. Her comb slid through her hair as it would do through threads of silk, leaving it on top of her shoulders. It had grown so long since that fateful night when she had to cut it to save her freedom that sometimes the memory seemed more like a dream. She could almost believe it.

But looking at herself in the mirror she was… glad it happened. The consequences of that night brought her here. And she smiled at her reflection, searching for the girl from that night in her expression, in her eyes, in her hair. She was the same yet completely different - stronger, more confident, more knowledgeable.

She remembered Obi’s face on top of hers the night before, the look on his eyes as they travelled down her body once again for so long he might as well have painted it, and, with a blush taking hold of her face, thought that maybe she was more beautiful, more mature, more attractive.

She was no longer the young eighteen-year-old girl that ran from her home with hopes of not being discovered. She was an official pharmacist for the kingdom, she was a friend for the people who cared about her and, lately, she was a girlfriend and a lover, she was cared for, she was loved in return.

Shirayuki always thought stupid the concept that love changes people. Yes, maybe she was braver before because she had a goal - to prove herself, not only to other people but to herself. And she’d done it time after time and she was comfortable with things as they were. But until now she hadn’t really grasped the meaning of that phrase, the way your world fills with colors that you didn’t even know existed, the pressure on your heart every time something reminds you of that person and the extreme satisfaction and happiness of knowing that that person feels the same way.

Even knowing that Zen was at the mansion and he could be here at the pharmacy at any moment her smile grew brighter as she distanced herself from the small mirror and returned to the office. This time it was a planned visit, everything legal with documents and paperwork, and as such, he had to make an official entrance with official tea and conversation. Only thinking about it tired her out. The only thing that she could do was wait while working. If only she could have Obi with her to listen to his comments and gossip.

“Mitsuhide!”

Kiki’s voice distracted him but not enough to fail this time. His kick landed perfectly on the back of the head of the assassin in front of him, knocking him out. As quickly as his body allowed him he moved to his companions, blocking a dagger centimetres from his face and looking back only a second. Miss Kiki had moved to the side of Mister, who was unconscious on the floor, blood pouring from his head. A blunt hit. He inspected the new opponent - besides his dagger he had a sword on his other hand, the handle bathed in blood. Not only was he agile but he was strong too.

He narrowed his eyes, their blades still crashing, and jumped back, rotating the knife in his hand for a moment. He needed to get out of here. Not only because of his own wounds but because of Mister. He didn’t know how severe his injury was but he needed to get him to his Miss as soon as possible so this had to be quick. He wasn’t the only one thinking this because, the next moment, the other man started running.

“Oh, no, you don’t.”

He recognized his own smile, only one corner of his mouth lifting, sharing with the world a part of him that had been well hidden most of the time but that he couldn’t simply ignore in the middle of a fight. That strange thirst for blood that told that the only thing he ever knew before being here had been shadows, war and murder. Accepting that part of him for the moment and forgetting about his own pain he ran after him. He could hear Kiki shouting for him, her footsteps quick behind but not enough to catch after them. It wasn’t long before Obi surrounded the man, surprising him at his front and before he could react he was pinning his opponent to the floor, a knife to his throat. He wanted to sink it on him so badly, to watch him bleed to death as payment for what he did to Mister. He pushed harder until the first drops of blood tinted his weapon and he saw his own eyes reflected on it. He wasn’t this way. He may have been once because he didn’t know anything else but now…

He closed his eyes. Now he had people to protect, not kill. He wouldn’t do it. He wouldn’t take that burden, even when his body was pleading him to do it. In another situation, maybe, but his opponent wasn’t doing much anymore, no one's life was in danger - or so he hoped. He didn’t have the right to choose to kill him just because he was angry. He smiled thinking that so much time with Shirayuki was rubbing on him more than he was aware of. What would she have said? Probably she would have offered to heal the man, even knowing he was an enemy. She was just that good. So he decided he needed to be a little good too. For her.

“You’re coming with me.”

She was nervous, impatient, anxious. She couldn’t get herself to read, to study, to stay put. She kept pacing up and down the office. She asked a guard about the whereabouts of her knight and, apparently, they’d had a problem with some letter being intercepted on the way and part of the rebellion knew that the Second Prince was here so it was necessary to send him along with Zen’s personal knights - or Kiki and Mitsuhide to her - because they saw suspicious people in the forest. So now the conversation with Zen was pretty low on her list of priorities. First, she needed to make sure everyone was alright.

No one would let her leave the mansion and she tried three different exits without success. So she stomped on her chair only to get up immediately. Doing nothing wasn’t for her. She knew if they really encountered someone out there she wouldn’t be much help but still, she could do something. She had different plant concoctions that could be used as smoke, she did it before, she could do it again. And she was a good healer - or so she liked to believe - so she could treat injuries on the spot. Yet there she was again, completely useless with the only action of ‘worry’ on her vocabulary for the moment.

A white mane of hair appeared at the door, knocking softly on the frame. Surprised, she jumped and turned to see Zen smiling at her while walking into the room. He was… exactly as she remembered him. It wasn’t so long since the last time they saw each other yet she expected everything to be different. She expected to see an ugly guy with cold eyes and maybe a sign pointing to him that said ‘you don’t love him anymore’ as if the fact of admitting being in love with someone else would somehow change who Zen was. But everything was normal. Well, almost everything.

“Shirayuki, you’re as beautiful as ever.”

Damn. That was so not normal. She was so not ready for this at the moment. She blushed without thinking and tried to return the smile. That phrase was so not Zen that it made her skin tickle, and not in a good way, so she had to say it. Because when has she just stayed shut when she had something to say?

“Now you sound like Obi.”

He lifted a hand to the back of his neck, embarrassed, the red starting to show at the tip of his ears.

“That obvious, uh? He gave me some pointers some time ago so I just wanted to try it. For the record, you really are beautiful.”

He wasn’t looking at her now, more like searching for something at the side. She felt herself chuckle. She really loved Zen. She loved him like a really good friend, that was the problem.

“Thank you and please don’t do that again. I have enough with one Obi in my life.”

She hoped her blush wasn’t as evident as it seemed because the things that crossed her mind when she said that weren't exactly just teasing and flirting. Her mind wandered there for a second and then moved to the start of this conversation. How different she felt whenever it was her knight who crossed that door. With Zen, she always had been nervous whenever he was around as if she could break their relationship by saying something wrong or - when she wasn't worried about that - as if she was going to bore him to death.

That was something that never happened with Obi. Whatever the conversation, even the ones that would be boring to every person on the planet except her, he was always listening, making comments here and there and contributing ideas. Lately, she thought he just didn’t want to miss anything she could say even if it was utterly irreverent. And she realized it was the same for her. She was happy just listening to him. And the thought brought an honest smile to his lips, her gaze fixed on nothing, looking without looking to the door behind the prince.

“I’m sorry, I’m just… nervous.”

He hugged her suddenly, leaning his cheek against her temple and her arms pinned between their bodies. For a second she was tense, stiff, expecting more from him, waiting for his face to search hers like it had done many times before. But then she just relaxed in his arms rested her head under his chin and smiled.

“It’s still me, you know? You don’t have to be.”

“I know. That's why I am. I’ve missed you.”

She closed her eyes for a moment. She wanted to say that she did too because part of her did. But she had thought so little of him lately, the only times being the ones where she dreaded the moment she had to talk to him. Actually talk to him about everything that happened, everything that has changed. So she went completely still, not knowing what to add to the conversation.

He realized, it seemed, because he took her by her arms and moved her enough to look at her. His eyes were so warm, full of love and understanding, a small shadow on them that could have been pain or even disappointment. It just made her feel worse and she forced her eyes to the floor. It hurt to look at him.

“I know you have something to tell me. I also can guess what it is but I imagine you would like to tell me yourself instead of leaving me with guesses. I won’t force you to say anything, just know that I’m willing to listen and… I would never think less of you and would always care about you.”

Every word made it a bit easier. She was so glad to have found someone like Zen. Someone that even without completely understanding her accepted and cared for her. Someone that wouldn’t pressure her into anything and that would always worry first about other people instead of themselves. Slowly her gaze returned to the blue one and she nodded. There was one thing he said that caught her interest. She looked at him questioningly.

“You can guess what I wanted to tell you? Is it really that obvious?”

The prince chuckled, using his fist to hide part of his smile. That was almost enough of an answer but he spoke anyway.

“You’ll have to tell me first for me to answer that but there are certain things that have been painfully obvious for a while.”

Something in his voice told her that he really had tried to ignore it, to convince himself that he was imagining things, but he seemed to have accepted it. So she was about to basically confirm his suspicions, because after that conversation she had no doubt he already knew, when rushed footsteps sounded from the hall. They stopped just at the door and they both turned to see who it was.

“Lady Shirayuki!”

Shuu caught his breath for a moment, leaning on the frame of the door and sparing a look at Zen.

“Your Highness.”

He breathed as a greeting before turning his attention to her completely.

“Follow me.”

He started almost running again and they followed right behind, looking at each other for a moment, a worried look on both of them.

“They are in really bad condition. Both of them. Mister Ryuu is with them, so I’m a little less worried but still, everyone agreed it was necessary for you to be there.”

They rounded a corner while he was talking and she could feel her stomach turn one and time again. She wished he could be more specific and at the same time, she wished he just stopped talking and they just reached the place they were going towards.

“We have apprehended one of the men that caused this and the other one is tied up in the forest. Our men are currently in the process of bringing him here.”

Another set of halls, another corner, and she started to understand why Shuu was without breath when he arrived at her assigned office.

“Here, please hurry.”

He opened the door in front of them and moved to the side, allowing them to practically jump inside, taking in everything that was happening. The first thing she noticed was Kiki sitting on a chair beside Ryuu who was working on the back of Mitsuhide's head. She was gripping his hand to the point her knuckles were white but he wasn’t conscious. For the place of the injury it was clear he would be out of it for a while plus Ryuu would have given him something before working on it. She breathed a bit, glad that even if in bad shape he was alive.

After that, she noticed the corner and that breathing stopped completely. Her hand moved to her lips to stop the silent scream that wanted to leave her. She ran to it and kneeled just in front of the chair, in front of blooded legs and ragged clothing. Obi’s head rested against the wall at his side, his lip red and a bit swollen, a deep cut on one side that seemed to have stopped bleeding.

He was shirtless, almost the entirety of his lower chest and stomach were bathed in blood. His skin was so much paler than his usual tanner one, a sick blue starting to show. It was so so little that maybe someone else wouldn’t have noticed but she did. Stomach wounds weren’t usually lethal but the blood loss was. And the pain… She could feel her eyes sting just thinking about what he just endured. She placed one hand over his to get him to move and was terrified of the cold it was. She wanted to scream at him. Why?! Why this?! And why now?! Why put his life in danger now that she had him? It was childish and selfish and she forced herself to think another way. It was his job. A noble job. He helped people, saved them.

A bag of healing provisions landed beside her and she looked in the direction it came. Ryuu was already back at work but he answered her unspoken question anyway.

“He insisted that Mister Mitsuhide would be treated first. He wouldn’t even let me look at his wound. To be honest, he probably saved his life. This was… really bad. Worst that it seemed at first.”

The sharp intake of breath of Kiki could have as well been hers. Yes, she had no right to be angry at him. No real motive. She was just… selfish sometimes. And terribly afraid. Afraid of losing everything they had right now. Afraid of everything changing again, this time for the worst. So she had to heal him, save him, no matter what.

He could hear voices and rustling. He could also hear his own thoughts without them being blurry, thank the universe. He wanted to touch his head because it hurt, not as much as before yet enough to make him want to put pressure on it. Someone stopped him, a soft hand keeping his hand in place on top of his leg. He opened his eyes slowly and closed the second a flash of light reached them. He tried again and, this time, his Miss was looking at him, kneeling in front of him. He blinked a couple of times and was about to say something cheeky when she moved her hand with a small cloth to his wound and he almost screamed, forcing his head to the wall behind and looking at the ceiling.

“Now that was just punishment, Miss.”

“Should I know how much time you have been running around with that wound?”

Her voice was cold and angry yet warm and soft. How she managed the combination was something that he would really like to know. He looked at her and her eyes were exactly the same. He realized he didn’t feel the stench of blood, not the pain of his lip and he smiled brightly.

“Long enough to see you again.”

There was a light chuckle somewhere in the room and he realized they were not alone. A pained grunt came to him. He wanted to kiss her so badly, to thank her properly for healing him, probably saving him because he felt he was about to die when they reached the mansion. The only reason he kept going instead of falling to the floor was the fact that he was almost carrying Mitsuhide, dragging his legs between the two of them. And, on the other side, a tied enemy of the Kingdom that he dragged completely because his strength was already failing and couldn’t simply toss it on top of his shoulder. So yes, she possibly saved his life. As she did the moment he met her and decided to stay by her side.

She looked at him with so much warmth and love that he forgot the rest of the people again and smiled only for her. She got up, picking up the clothes off the floor to leave them in a basket, and he followed as it was customary for them. His injury hurt, more so than when he was sitting, but he made no movement to show it. The rest of the room was almost as he left it. Ryuu had moved his chair closer to them and was now resting on it. Something told him that he had been helping Shirayuki with him once he’d done all he could for Mitsuhide. Kiki was still holding his hand but looked at them and, when their eyes crashed she smiled softly. A look of gratitude that he was sure he was mirroring. They saved each other.

At the side of the door in a small cushion was Zen, his shoulder and jaw - that were visibly tensed - relaxed when they looked at each other and both smiled. They were alive and together and he couldn’t ask for anything more. They had a lot of work to do ahead of them, probably a lot of situations like this to come, yet for the moment this was enough.

“Allow me to accompany you to your rooms, Mister Obi. We will prepare something to eat while you rest.”

He was so accustomed to hiding… Well, almost everything, that he almost turned the offer down with some lame excuse as to how he was fine and he didn’t really feel the need to rest. He had just been unconscious for a while after all. But Shirayuki’s voice was almost an order, even when she said it so gently.

“Please go to the room and rest. I will go see how it’s going the moment I’m finished here.”

He looked at her and really, how could he say no to her? She could ask him to go get lost in the middle of hell and he would do it. It was almost scary how one person could have so much power over him. So he nodded and moved painfully to the door, trying to mask his limping under his usually graceful movements and standing there for a second while watching her follow him. His eyes playfully looked at her, a lopsided smile and an arched brow. He didn’t have to say anything more to see the thrown off look on her face and the red on the tip of her ears. He was glad she had a ponytail right now because it was extremely cute and otherwise he wouldn’t have seen it.

What he really didn’t see coming was her reaction. Shirayuki got up on her toes, brought her hand to the back of his neck and kissed him. And it wasn’t a soft kiss either. He could swear he heard some gasps around the room but he wasn’t paying attention. His arm surrounded her waist and brought her towards him, just a bit more, just enough to feel her without touching his stomach. It was desperate, as if both of them realized how close they’ve been to lose each other. How the small kiss with which they parted that morning could have been the last. His other hand cupped her face, slowing the kiss until they were far enough to look at each other. There were so many things they wanted to say that neither of them wanted to break the silence.

"You're the worst and I hate you."

She said, at last, her words so different to what her eyes said that he laughed without thinking, a small flinch taking hold of his body. He was starting to think that he really shouldn’t be up yet but that wasn’t about to stop the mix of happiness and shock that he was feeling. He was almost as shocked as the first time she kissed him because… they were in public. Yes, they flirted and touched sometimes and most people in the mansion believed them to be a couple since before they really were but they never confirmed it so clearly. And, of course, his Master was in the room, looking at them.

It felt weird. It felt right. It felt all kinds of liberating, as if breaking invisible chains that were there since the moment he realized he was falling for her. Part of them broke at their first kiss, at their first night together, yet the rest had been still there, wondering if she would change her mind, if they would always have to hide what they had, what they felt. If it wasn’t from the piercing pain he could have started floating with how light he felt, how free of all weight. So he kissed her again. And again. And again. Small kisses that slowly brought back her smile, mirroring his. Real smiles, both of them.

"If that's what hate feels like, I welcome it."

She was almost laughing at that point, her cheeks a bit more colorful, the small chuckles so funny, so happy he had to catch one of them kissing her one more time before letting go. Her hand lingered on his chest a moment longer after that, almost afraid that their happiness would vanish if they stopped at that point. But she used that same hand to give him a little push in the arm, rushing him to the hall behind them where Shuu was waiting.

“Now off you go. You should be laying down and sleeping. I would wake you up to change the bandages and see how it’s going.”

There was a glint in his eyes. A playful glint said that he was still not ready to end the conversation after that. He couldn’t see most of the people inside or their reactions but he could see Kiki with a knowing smile and an approving look in her eyes and maybe that was enough. Maybe he didn’t even need that. Feeling a bit braver after the scene they made he grinned and added:

“Just because I can’t wait for you to touch me again.”

She rolled her eyes, actually rolled her eyes, but was brightly smiling while she closed the door in front of him, forcing her knight to leave even when she didn’t want to say goodbye, not for a moment. But she knew that he was fine - not in perfect condition but fine enough - and that she still had to talk to Zen.

She looked at him at the side of the door and was surprised to see him exchanging looks with Kiki, both of them containing their laugh as best as they could. The prince even had a hand over his mouth and she gifted him with a ‘really?’ look. This was what she was nervous for? Kissing Obi in front of them had been a lot more terrifying than jumping off a tower. She didn’t want to be seen as… as the things people usually called women that played with men. But she wasn’t playing. She just changed over the years. Her feelings changed. Could she really have been blamed for it?

“For a moment there I thought you just did it because damn, he almost died and you were relieved but that was not a first kiss. So… when did that happen?”

Kiki had calmed herself and now was clearly out for answers. Sitting here for hours just worrying must have made her need to take her mind out of that problem a lot bigger. Sighing she moved to sit beside the prince, who also had stopped almost laughing and was looking at her with a smile and a warm and questioning look that supported the knight’s question. Surprisingly, Ryuu also moved his chair closer, visibly interested. She inhaled deeply before starting.

“I can’t say exactly when it started for me. I can’t even say when I started to realize that it was happening. One night a couple of weeks ago I just… It was too much. I needed to be closer to him. So I kissed him.”

She looked away, embarrassed. It was her fault they were in this situation, to begin with. She didn’t exactly know why she felt bad talking about it, as if she were betraying them by being honest with herself.

“Mitsuhide owes us now.”

Zen was looking at the blond knight with an amused expression after hearing her words and he nodded, shrugging his shoulders.

“I told him that Obi would never be the one to shatter that wall. He’s been in this situation for years after all. And he’s always been trying to push us together.”

He shook his head, a bit of sadness in his eyes when he spoke again. There was that tone on his voice again, the one that said that he only understood everything now and that he was better off before.

“Honestly I don’t know how he could.”

Shirayuki was looking at them as if suddenly their hair was the same color as hers. She was confused and felt left out of the conversation. They knew? Or at least they knew about his feelings. Since when? She remembered him telling her something about how long he’d loved her but she didn’t think it was so much that their friends in Clarines already knew and, by the looks of it, they’ve known for a long time.

“W-wait, wait. Did you all know?”

One by one the three people that were with her - and conscious - nodded. She shook her head in an automatic movement. She should have seen it coming. He was extremely honest most of the time - the only times he really wasn’t were when he was pretending to be fine, hiding a wound or an illness. And she knew he just didn’t want to worry her. Luckily for her, those moments have been fewer and fewer lately.

Ryuu looked at them thoughtfully, wanting to add something but thinking carefully about exactly what. When he spoke his voice was a bit deeper than usual, his tone a lot more lively than when he had been working before.

“He never told me directly and I didn’t really need confirmation but… one day I asked him: Why don’t you tell her? His answer… I didn’t push after that. He had his reasons and, honestly, they were good ones. But I’m glad it worked out in the end.”

He smiled at her and she reciprocated it. She wondered what would have been her reaction if he’d told her before, if it hadn’t been her who did something but him. Part of her thought that she would have rejected him and all their relationship would have changed suddenly. The other part of her, the one that was completely sure about her feelings, said that she would have kissed him back, that something would have clicked in her head the same way it did a couple of weeks ago and she would have realized sooner that he was the one. The real one for her.

It would have been a gamble the same way it had been when she kissed him. Yet something told her they would be in the same situation now because… she couldn't imagine a life beside Zen anymore. Not as his partner, not as his princess, not as his wife. If she was honest with herself she stopped imagining something like that so long ago she forgot about forgetting it.

When Shirayuki looked at the prince he was looking at her, almost admiring her deep-in-thought look.

“You know? I’m glad too. I thought, still do sometimes, that we could have worked. But I’ve heard what people say, I’ve seen it in both of you every time we’re together. That kind of connection… I can’t understand it, I can only see it from outside. And you deserve someone like him. I should have told him long ago.”

There was a sad chuckle in his voice that would have broken her were it not for the way his eyes were bright and honest. He really was happy about it.

“Every time he told me that I deserved you and that only I could make you happy… I already knew it wasn’t true. Yet he didn’t seem to realize that the times when you were really smiling and laughing were always with him. So…”

He picked up her hand between his, caressing her skin slowly with his fingers.

“I still care about you and I know you understand that my feelings are not just going to float away suddenly but I’m really happy for you both and you would always have my support and my friendship if you still want it.”

Her eyes filled with hot liquid and her lip started trembling. It was exactly what she wanted to hear. Word by word. At the corner of her eye, she could see Kiki nodding emphatically, possibly wanting to say that she would be there for her too. Ryuu was blushing and also nodding, his hand pulling from his clothes until his mouth was almost hidden. That was an Obi gesture and her heart warmed to see it replicated on the young boy. He was starting to imitate - unknowingly or not - various behaviours of her knight. She had yet to decide if that was a good thing or not.

Returning her gaze to Zen after the quick inspection and now that she had blocked her tears she launched at him, practically jumping into his lap, and hugged him. How was she so lucky? What did she do to deserve such wonderful people in her life? Kiki joined the hug from the other side of the cushion and Ryuu wasn’t much for hugs yet moved a hand to her shoulder and squeezed a bit to let her know he was there too.

She couldn’t stop them anymore. She started crying, surrounded by people who cared and loved her and all the tension, the jitters, the almost-lost-someone-today feeling disappeared slowly with every intake of breath. That was it. They were free to pursue their feelings, they were still loved, they still had their friends, the ones that made both of them stay in the first place.

They still were a family.

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whatismarvel · 4 years

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expectations • bucky barnes

summary; Y/N finds solace in Bucky’s arms when she finds out her boyfriend, Steve, has been cheating on her.

warnings; SMUT. curses. infidelity. ANGST. the word soft used too many times. i was thinking of turning this into a series?? idk lmk y’all, enjoy this poorly written smut!

The vase thrown across the room leaves you hyperventilating, it doesn’t ease the anger as you hoped. Your fingers push back the strands of hair that have been glued to your face from the incessant crying. The shards of the broken vase prick your feet as you walk across the room to get your phone. It’s already ten past three and the dinner you cooked has undoubtedly already gone cold. He said he’d be back home by one for the latest, and you believed him. Again. You’ve already been through seven scenarios as to why he’s not here yet and each scenario you’ve pictured never came close to the truth you already knew. He was with her.

You were a fool. A fool who never questioned him when his phone vibrated in the middle of the night as you laid comfortably in his arms. A fool who never understood why he had to take certain calls in another room. You had all the evidence in front of you but you chose not to believe it. You loved him and he loved you. That’s what you told yourself as you cried yourself to sleep in your empty bed. Repeating that to yourself is what kept you waking up and going about your day as usual because you knew the minute you started believing your head instead of your heart, it was over for you.

He was the love of your life, your other half. You gave your all into loving him, taking back that now just seemed impossible. You’d never recover, you told yourself. So you never spoke your truth, never asked, told yourself it was in your head, that you were being crazy and overreacting.

Until you found his phone.

Not his usual phone, no. This one didn’t have his lock screen as the both of you or his bright-red phone case that you absolutely abhorred. It was a simple black case, the lock screen was a generic wallpaper and had multiple notifications from different apps. Dating apps. A name caught your attention, 16 unread messages from Ruby.

His password wasn’t hard to figure out, you knew the man inside out. Or so you thought as you sat there, completely shattered as you read through their conversations.

It had been a week since you found it. A week of you processing what you already knew months ago. That’s all it took, a bloody phone to realize what a dumbass you are. When he left tonight, the phone was nowhere to be found. So you knew exactly what was happening right now. He was probably balls deep into her right now and just the thought of it has you seething.

You close the door behind you, exiting your apartment. Your face is flush and your feet carry you to the nearest friend in distance, Bucky. His apartment was only a few blocks down and you just wanted to talk to somebody. Steve’s best friend might not have been your first choice but Bucky was a good friend to you and it didn’t really matter right now.

You come face to face with Bucky as he opens his door. His eyes meet yours and time stops for him. The way your smile doesn’t reach your eyes as you peer up at him worries Bucky. He knows you. Your eyelashes are still damp and your face is unquestionably red. It didn’t take a genius to know you were crying and it breaks his heart.

Bucky loved you. Truly, madly and deeply in love with you and though he thought he hid his forlorn well when you got together with Steve, you knew. A part of you always knew but never questioned it. It was uncharted territory and you loved Steve. You didn’t want to ruin the relationship you had with Bucky if you were out of bounds, so you kept quiet.

Wordlessly, Bucky leaned in a little closer. Your foreheads touching as you close your eyes. Tears streamed down your face and you wrapped your hands around his neck. Your relationship with Bucky was always comfortable, touchy, but comfortable. He made you feel safe when you were with him. You knew he always had your back.

Bucky picks you up by your legs and now you’re both sat on his sofa. Your legs wrapped around his waist as his arms circle your waist. You rest your face on his shoulder, breathing him in as unbeknownst to you, so does he. You were flooding his senses, he couldn’t fight against the thoughts that were going through him.

He strokes your hair as you whimper softly. There was no space left between you both and you could feel the beating of his heart against your chest. You pull away to face him and your lips linger against his. Not a word is said as Bucky slowly pulls you into a kiss. It was slow and soft, comforting in ways that words would never be. His hand rested below your ear, his thumb caressing your tear-stained cheek as your world slips away. You breathe each other’s air as you lazily pulled away from him.

“Y/N.” He whispers slowly, prolonging each letter as if to savor them. You grin, heart fluttering at his voice. Never before has your name fell from his mouth in a manner like that.

His left-hand drifts over your collarbone, to your neck, and finally to your jawline. He presses a soft kiss as you turned your head slightly. Your fingers slipped to the back of his head, running your fingertips through his locks. Your touch made him visibly relax. His lips twitched as your hands fell to his chest and slowly reached his face. You both lock eyes and your stomach drops. You knew this was bad. He was so in love with you and you weren’t in the right mindset to return his affection, you were just using him to cope with your broken heart.

His mouth never became demanding, you nudged open his lips with your tongue and he returned it with a soft lap and easily explored your mouth. Nothing hurried. The warmth in your stomach expanded and moved further down into your groin.

His hand brushed over and lingered at your most intimate area. Suddenly, that ember of arousal flared. Your body reacted just as quickly as his hands as you lifted your pelvis as much as possible for him.

He slips two fingers into your clothed pussy, pushing a little deeper. He curls his fingers, making you bend at the waist. Trying to wrap your head around the situation as you took a second to catch your breath, he shifted and delicately added a third finger, stretching your pussy. Your moans echoed through the apartment as you laid your head on his shoulder, eyes shut, mouth agape.

“Can you lie down for me babygirl?” He asks, whispering sweetly into your air. A blush forms on your cheeks as you comply. Settling back onto the sofa, he unzips your jeans and glides it off of you along with your underwear.

His eyes drop to your pussy for a moment as he lifts your thighs and rests it on his shoulders. that tongue of his wastes no time and slips, thick and heavy, through your folds, before he looks back up at you once more. You cried out rhythmically as his tongue delved into you, as he shoved the lithe muscle as deeply as it would go into your cunt, and suckled gently at your clit.

He gave a particularly strong suction to your clit and held it. You knew that was your breaking point. With your legs locking him in place as your back arched, pressing your groin to his mouth, hard. it didn’t take long for you to reach your climax. “Fuck, Bucky.”

He smiles as he watches you ride out your high and reaches up to brush his lips against yours. “Are you sure you want to do this, Y/N?” He asks, and reality hits you like a brick.

You don’t know how Steve does it. How he can fuck someone without thinking of you the entire time, how he doesn’t show a shred of remorse when he looks at you the morning after and says he loves you like nothing ever happened. How his conscience doesn’t eat him alive as he lays right next to you at night is baffling. The man you love is probably shit-faced right about now and going on round number three with his mistress. The thought of that has you fuming and you tell yourself if he can do it, so can you.

You were going to fuck his best friend and you didn’t care. The pent up anger in you made you blur out all the repercussions and consequences of your actions tonight.

You only cared about one thing, revenge. you just wanted to get back at him.

You give him a sincere smile and respond, “Yes, I want this, Buck.” You cup his face and pull him into another kiss, his hair fell to the sides of his face and you pushed it back, just to see him enjoy the mild caress.

Your fingers remained threaded into his hair as he rested his forehead on yours, the gesture made your heart fuzzy. Bucky was a sweet man, and you cherished his friendship but over the years you’ve noticed him change with you. You weren’t blind, you saw the way he looked at you when he thought you weren’t watching. You’d notice his sudden flinches when Steve put his arm around you, the signs come flooding back and you can’t help but wonder if he knew you were being cheated on.

You snap back to reality when Bucky begins to pepper you with kisses while hastily trying to shed clothing. His hands are everywhere, trying to do everything all at once, and managing to accomplish very little, which makes you giggle at his foolishness.

You help unfasten his belt and pants and pull them off his legs as easily as you can. His shirt is flung to the other side of the room along with yours, as well as your bra. Bucky takes a second to drink you in and then proceeds to attach his mouth to your breast, suckling as his other hand gently squeezes and pinches your nipple. You gasp and grab his head, pulling him in deeper. He does the same to the other one, leaving your nipples perky and wet with saliva.

His lips linger in front yours for a brief second as your hand finds his stiff cock, and begin to slowly stroke it. You watch as his eyes roll back and the sinful sound he makes stirs your desire for him. His tip is slightly wet due to the precum but you don’t mind. It makes it easier for him to slip into you.

He rocks his hips forward, entering you. The friction was delightful and the perfect amount of pressure. It felt like heaven as you were filled with his cock. Pushing all the way into you and pausing before a teasingly slow pulling out, then repeating the motion again and again. His fingers clenched in time on your hips with his movements.

With a smile of pure bliss, you slipped a hand around his neck to pull him closer for a kiss. You could feel him smile through it, and it was contagious. You both grinned like fools until the ecstasy was too much and you faltered, lapsing into moans and gasps as you reached your climaxes.

“Fuck, Y/N.” Bucky muttered as he found comfort in the crook of your neck. Pinned under him with his cock still throbbing inside you was almost enough to send you over the edge again, but not quite. You were tired, emotionally, and physically. He whispered sweet nothings into your ear as he pulled out of you. He found his shirt and gently cleaned you up before carrying you to his bed.

You both fell into a deep slumber, you found solace in his arms. The morning after, you awoke with his arms wrapped around your waist, caging you in. For a brief second, happiness enveloped you. Pure joy. But the second quickly slipped away and the memories of last night wash over you. All the profanities known to man-kind were spilled in soft mutters as you tried your best to escape from Bucky’s arms. He tossed and turned but settled down the moment you placed a soft kiss to his forehead.

You didn’t know if he thought it was reality or a dream but you knew the way his lips quirked when touched him, made you feel giddy but the feeling dissipates as guilt overwhelms you. It’s six a.m. as you check your phone and see numerous calls from Steve. Your stomach churns making you hurriedly leave Bucky’s apartment.

It doesn’t take you long to reach your once happy home. The shards of the vase from last night’s revelations are still left on the floor. Your first instinct is to check on your boyfriend, to see if he even made it back home in one piece or brought his mistress with him. You try your best to not make any noise as you set your things down. Reminding yourself to clean the pieces of ceramic littered on your floor before you get hurt.

Your heart is heavy as you glance at your boyfriend sleeping on the sofa. He was crouched up, on his side, oblivious to it all. You would’ve been curious about the item poking out of his left back pocket if you hadn’t known of his rendezvous, which makes you feel shitty.

You knew what you did was wrong. There was no excuse. You thought it would’ve made you feel better because Steve does it. But it didn’t. You didn’t want to be like him, but the damage had already been done.

You felt something for Bucky.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes x reader smut #mcu #marvel #bucky x reader #bucky barnes angst

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blesspastacraig · 3 years

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A Year in Review

I wanted to creat a list of sorts of everything I wrote in 2020, since I managed to do a lot.

Here’s my one shots:

Not Alone - Published 08 Jan 2020

"I keep telling you, I don't want to go" Craig complains as he burps one of his two newborn twin daughters. His mom, thankfully is burping the other. Craig knows he should be nicer to her but two newborns has him at the end of his tether.

"I know but I'm going to keep pushing you until you do" she says, swaying and patting Daisy's back.

or Craig and Tweek bond at a young parents group because they're the only two people with twins.

New Beginnings - Published 19 Feb 2020

Tweek doesn’t want to push her, so they’re both a little cautious of one another. Tweek doesn’t want to barge in and fill a role she hasn’t given him yet. She’s never had a second parental figure before, and Tweek doesn’t want to force himself into that slot. He barely feels worthy of being the father to his biological child, let alone a stepdad figure to this poor little girl who’s life he’s just invaded.

Or Tweek takes Craig's daughter to a daddy daughter dance because Craig is unable.

Love Chooses You - Published 29 March 2020

He's heard the phrase that you can't choose who you love before, and really, right now he knows it's true. Damien never would have chosen to love Pip of all people.

Rebuild - Published 11 May 2020

“I’m flying Craig!” Tweek cries from the top of the concrete slab. Craig doesn’t answer, only sighs. He sinks down knowing he’s gonna let it happen. He doesn’t want to let it happen but the alcohol has made him slow. Kinda in the same way the drugs have made Tweek fast. They’re out of sync with no way of catching up until sobriety. So Craig just watches, letting it happen. Like he’s watching his own body do nothing. The inner voice tells him to move, to stop it but the body can’t unstick itself from the ground.

Coming Out - Published 20 May 2020

If Tweek is being honest his friends were Craig’s friends, originally. Now they’re his friends too but before Tweek had been a bit of a loner. Not by choice, but for whatever reason kids at school either didn’t like him or just didn’t know he existed. He spent most of his time alone, reading books, studying, playing music or anything one can do alone to ease boredom. For the longest time he’d been the freak and now he actually had friends, like, for real.

Red Racer and Ice Cream - Published 12 June 2020

He could leave, but he knows Tweek will start worrying about him. Tweek is having a good night, he seems pleasantly drunk and is having a great time with Jimmy and Token. Craig doesn't want to wreck what is shaping up to ve a good night for Tweek. It's taken a while to get Tweek to really feel comfortable in social situations like these. He wants Tweek to have the best night he can.

Much Ado About Theatre - Published 15 June 2020

"It's in english stupid, just old english" Tweek reminds Craig.

"Whatever I don't get it. It's like reading gibberish" Craig says dismissively, clearly frustrated.

"Why are you -nghh- taking this class then?" Tweek asks, purely curious. It's not just Shakespeare Craig seems disinterested in. He seems uncomfortable onstage as a whole.

"Because you're taking it" Craig admits sheepishly, a blush appearing on his cheeks.

Sure - Published 19 June 2020

Craig gets his first piercing and Tweek accompanies for moral support. They talk about facing fears and the future.

or Tweek is covered with piercings and tattoos and Craig is a body mod virgin.

Firsts - Published 02 July 2020

Craig likes having a Birthday in the winter. It's kind of a good excuse for only inviting like, four people to his gatherings on the excuse they can't go outside. Craig was never big on the schoolyard politics, even when he was small. The idea that he had to have the biggest party, or the most extravagant and have to decide who or whom not to invite stressed him out. He likes having the excuse that he only had a small house, and that his Birthday was in winter in Colorado, so that he can only invite his best friends and be done with it.

or Craig and Tweek's first birthdays together as boyfriends.

Dopamine, Norepinephrine, Serotonin, Oxytocin and Vasopressin - Published July 11 2020

Tweek sighs boredly as he stirs the potion in his cauldron. It's not that he doesn't like earning a living making potions for people and casting spells but it's so much of the same thing. It's always love potions, that's all he makes these days.

Distracted - Published 26 July 2020

Tweek and Craig needed this break so badly. He feels kind of bad for Craig's mom, who is probably going to have a sleepless night babysitting their son. But holy shit, they needed this.

Stir Crazy - Published 14 August 2020

Craig Tucker: Tucker baby coming 2020! We could not be more excited to announce that Tweek and I are having a baby! There's no one else I'd rather go on this crazy journey with. - with Tweek Tucker.

or Craig is pregnant in quarantine.

Source Decay - Published 16 August 2020

Craig still hasn't taken off his wedding ring. He knows he should, but he just hasn't found it in him yet. He knows Tweek hasn't either, he's seen it in pictures even though now they've been separated longer than they were together.

Baby’s First Skateboard - Published 10 September 2020

Craig and Tweek never really grew out of skateboarding. They do it less often than they did before becoming parents, but they still do their best to make time.

You’re the Boss at Home - Published 18 September 2020

So he has mixed feelings about his last day. He knows he'll miss working, he's always been a working person and he knows he won't like sitting at home waiting to go into labor. But also, he doesn't have to deal with everyone fussing over him being pregnant anymore.

Little Star - Published 03 October 2020

This can't be happening to him, he can't have a baby! What would he do with a baby? He doesn't know. He doesn't even know what he's going to do when he goes into labour. He knows, inevitably he will. That he will go into labour, the baby has to come out some way and it's gonna hurt. He knows all this, but he can't bring himself to ask for help. He knows he's in trouble but he doesn't know how to ask for help.

Baby Love - Published 02 November 2020

Craig tries to swallow down the pain. He can't yell or cry out. Everyone will know then. He has to stay quiet or else everyone will know. He bites down on his lip hard and crouches on the floor near his bed. He has to just breathe, if he breathes through it he can make it. He knows he can.

This Time Around - Published 12 November 2020

Tweek knew he was pregnant with his second child straight away. It was a 180 from his first pregnancy, where he took months to figure it out. When he was pregnant with his first child, his son Teddy, he didn't really have much in the way of symptoms besides being hungry all the time. That was pretty easy to dismiss and write off. They weren't trying for a baby, so Tweek had no reason to assume he was pregnant. He only worked it out because he began showing.

Whatever We Are - Published 22 December 2020

It's hard because Stan isn't quite sure what he is to Kyle. Is it just sex? Is it more? Does Kyle maybe wanna make it more official soon? Stan doesn't know. He knows he loves Kyle and he'd pretty much do whatever Kyle wants. But for now, he's just enjoying the intimacy.

Temptation - Published 24 December 2020

Being summoned is kinda annoying. It's kind of like being asleep, super deeply and then pulled into the bright bustling world with no warning. It's no wonder most demons are angry and violent.

Tweek is an imp, so he's more on the mischievous, poltergeist side of the spectrum. He still scares the shit out of most people who summon him. Usually kids with ouija boards who don't know what they're doing. It's whatever, Tweek usually chases them for a bit, makes them scream and that's enough mischief for one day. Tweek can choose to appear by choice, and leave when he wants to but he rarely does. Humans are mostly annoying, so he stays in his own little world until some idiot summons him.

Traditions - Published 25 December 2020

"I hate Christmas" Craig sighs, looking around at all the lights and decorations. He glares at all the people bustling around. Don't they have homes to go to? He rests a hand on his swollen stomach, he certainly wishes he was home.

Here’s My Multichapters, completed and ongoing:

The Sound of Silence - Completed 25 January 2020

15 Chapters

Craig manages to find himself alone, jobless and a new parent. He struggles to put the pieces of his life back together and build something new for both himself and his daughter.

Don’t Break Me - Completed 26 March 2020

2 Chapters

"What are you -ngrhh- accusing me of?" Tweek growls.

"Literally nothing Tweek, I'm accusing you of your health improving? Isn't that good?" Craig huffs in annoyance. He's sick of his intentions being misinterpreted.

Insight - Completed 10 April 2020

2 Chapters

Craig listens to the incessant ticking of the clock on his wall. He can’t actually see it, it’s night and all the lights are off. But he can hear it, a constant reminder of the passing of time. He knows he should sleep, he really wishes he could but it’s just too hard. Knowing Tweek isn’t here but not knowing where Tweek is. He can’t help but worry even though he has so much more to worry about. His mom would tell him off, tell him he needs to rest but this thing with Tweek has him so messed up.

When We’re Older - Completed 04 July 2020

10 Chapters

When they're older they'll start again. They'll get married, find a house, do it all right. Have children when the time is right and build the loving, nurturing home they both have always wanted.

Stowaway - Completed 14 July 2020

3 Chapters

He's slowly beginning to accept it himself, yes, he's pregnant. He knows it but he's not quite ready to face the consequences yet. He didn't intend to get pregnant, he just got too drunk at a party and had sex with a childhood friend. Consensual but unprotected. He feels stupid now.

So he hides them, the baby, like a little stowaway.

Algorithm - Completed 12 August 2020

5 Chapters

Craig shakes his head. He looks at the homemade bracelet which spells Craig on Tweeks wrist. His heart breaks thinking about how Tweek will cut it off once he knows the truth.

Two for the Price of One - Completed 26 August 2020

4 Chapters

Craig has never been one to succumb to baby fever. He knows a lot of people in his profession do. Both he and his husband, Tweek, professional lives revolve around babies. Newborns too, and while Craig acknowledges that babies may be cute, other people's kids have never really triggered some urge to have his own.

Hungry - Completed 11 September 2020

2 Chapters

Tweek has heard about cryptic pregnancies before. He's seen I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant before, people saying they didn't have any nausea, felt normal, didn't put on weight. This isn't quite that, Tweek gained a small amount of weight. He felt fatigued, but he just put that down to stress. He didn't feel nauseous unless he had a headache, so it was really easy to blame that on the headache. The real only symptom he's had is the hunger. He doesn't think it's far fetched that he didn't realise, surely?

or Tweek doesn't realise he's pregnant because his only real symptom is being hungry all the time :)

Creek Week 2020 - Completed 02 November 2020

7 Chapters

My contribution for this years Creek Week 2020

All seven of these are short snippets of either fics I intend to write, or AU's I have left unfinished. But I thought it might be fun to share small excerpts.

Complicated - Ongoing, Last updated 08 January 2021

18 Chapters Published, 20 Chapters all together.

Craig kind of has an image. It's not that he's pretending to be someone else, but he likes to be perceived as aloof, cold and quiet. He's nice to people who truly know him, but he doesn't like to be perceived as soft from the outside. People already think he's kind of weird, and putting up those walls really helps him to keep unwanted people out. His boyfriend sees his sensitive side, his friends do and his family do. The rest of the world gets a cold shoulder, at least until he gets to know someone and decides to let them in.

Craig and Tweek figure out an unplanned pregnancy, Craig learns families come in all shapes and sizes. Especially LGBTQ ones.

AO3 Statistics:

Word Count: 261512

Works Published: 31

Top Five Fics by Hits:

1. Complicated

2. When We’re Older

3. The Sound of Silence

4. Stowaway

5. Hungry

All in all, not a bad output. Thanks to everyone who took the time to read, leave kudos and comment. ❤️

#2020 masterpost #2020 roundup #2020 year in review #my writing master post #my fic #my writing #craig tucker #tweek tweak #craig tucker/tweek tweak #sp creek #creek sp #creek #south park #south park fanfiction

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thegoodgayshit · 3 years

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Luz’s mother really doesn’t want to send Luz to camp. She knows once she leaves, there is no going back. But Luz has a knack for getting into trouble, and one day she stumbles into the same type of people her mother would have preferred she avoided. After helping Luz dissolve her high school bully into dust, Eda and Lilith know right away that this kid is just like them - a child of the gods. So Luz hops on a Pegasus and heads to Camp Half-blood, where she embarks on a dangerous quest that makes her both friends and enemies... and she might even save Olympus along the way.

Chapter Sixteen: A Talking Water Fountain Offers Us Some Guidance

Luz filled in her friends on what she’d seen as quick as she could, and by the time she’d finished, Willow and Gus were pale, and Amity looked like she was going to be sick.

“That’s how those heroes have come back from the dead,” she concluded, and Luz nodded meekly, feeling smaller than she’d ever had before.

Luz was a confident person, but even she had no idea how they could stop literal undead Greek heroes from the past. They were just four teenagers. Luz couldn’t even drive yet. How were they supposed to destroy a literal portal to the afterlife? Her Mami had taken her to Catholic Church her entire life, she was still trying to wrap her head around god not being real, never mind the whole Greek Underworld existing as a whole.

“There’s no use worrying about it right now,” Willow tried, sensing everyone’s tension. “We should take a break and prepare for our next move, one step at a time.”

Luz nodded, eager to change the subject. “I’m definitely ok with not talking about this right now. My head hurts just thinking about it.”

“Then I’m going to shower,” Amity said getting to her feet. Luz nodded, shoveling a few grapes into her mouth. She swallowed, then called out after Amity as she opened one of the doors (that definitely hadn’t been there when they walked in).

“The three of us can gather up supplies for the rest of the quest while you do.”

Amity shot her a half-smile before she disappeared behind the door. Gus got up and took his dish to the sink, dropping them in and heading over to the desk where he began skimming through papers. Willow picked up a cracker and hummed under her breath, and Luz looked up at the sound. She was giving Luz a look that was almost too nonchalant to seem normal.

“You and Amity seem to be getting along a lot better now than you did at camp.”

Luz frowned immediately. Her stomach swirled with guilt. “I hope that’s alright, I know things in the past weren’t great between you two-”

“No, no!” Willow said quickly, holding up her hands. “That’s not what I meant. I meant what I said back in Kansas. We’re working on our stuff, that shouldn’t have anything to do with you two and your friendship. I was just noticing that you two seem close.”

“I mean… I guess we are, yeah.” Luz didn’t even realize she had reached up behind her head and was rubbing it nervously. Were her cheeks getting red? Why was she blushing? “I mean, we haven’t really been rivals or anything since the night of the skeleton attack, and we did save her so she’s kind of forced to be nicer to us. We had a talk in the tent yesterday and that kind of broke the ice between us…”

“You talked?” Willow said, now curious. “About what?”

Luz was at first not sure if Amity would like her sharing what Luz had told her, but she figured it would do no harm, if anything it would help Willow and Amity get along a little better. She told Willow about how they’d shared what ambrosia and nectar tasted like for them, but when she got to the part about Amity’s parents she froze, certain now she shouldn’t share that. Thankfully, Willow seemed to pick this up.

“I came in around that time, you don’t have to continue.”

“Well, then when you guys went to send a message to camp, we talked about the prophecy…”

She told Willow that story too, and when she finished, the Demeter camper looked stunned.

“What?” Luz asked, feeling self-conscious.

“Nothing! It’s just… Amity was never the kind of person to openly share her feelings like that,” Willow said, a small smile beginning to pull at her lips. “She must really trust you.”

Luz was sure she was bright red now. “I mean, I hope she’d trust me! We are kind of stuck in this mess together…”

“Luz, I’m not saying that like it’s a bad thing,” Willow insisted, leaning forward to rest her hand over Luz’s. The demigod hadn’t even realized she was beginning to panic a little, not really understand what Willow was getting at. Willow gave her a reassuring smile.

“I just mean you should be happy that Amity trusts you. I’ve known her for five years, and I think right now she must be feeling really alone. I’m glad she has someone like you to confide in. Don’t you feel the same way?”

Luz wasn’t really sure what to think, not that that was unusual for her. The truth was Amity really confused her. When Luz was around her, she had all these intense emotions she couldn’t quite place, like the time Antheia had touched her shoulder and filled her to the brim with emotions. They weren’t bad, they were just overwhelming. She was certain Amity was feeling something similar because she had been so weird around Luz as of late. She kept getting all anxious and red, and Luz was terrified she was doing something wrong.

Maybe she should talk to her about it.

A pop from the corner of the room made Luz jump, nearly shooting up from the table as she was snapped out of her thoughts. In the other corner of the room, a water fountain had appeared out of nowhere. It was creating a misty rainbow, and from the other end of the water, a soft and soothing voice called out to Luz.

“You are receiving an incoming Iris Message,” it said, “sender: Eda Clawthorne, Camp Half-Blood.”

Willow shot up from the table so quickly, Luz launched backward in her chair and fell, landing with an uncomfortable thump. “Oh Iris, goddess of the rainbow, please show this message.”

The fountain shimmered for a moment, and when Luz looked up from her spot on the floor her mouth dropped. There was Eda, all the way from camp, blinking her gold eyes at them. She looked just as she always did, in a red dress and boots, Owlbert perched on her shoulder, his eyes also blinking comically through the fountain. At her side, she also saw King who blinked his yellow eyes at the fountain, looking back at Eda with a narrowed frown.

“Is this thing on?”

“Yes, King.” She said shortly. “That’s why we can see the kids.”

“Eda!” Luz shot up from the ground and ran towards the fountain, arms outstretched. Eda’s eyes widened, but not in delight. In warning.

“Kid, don’t!”

“Luz, no!”

Gus managed to jump at her, throwing her back into the floor. Luz groaned in agony as she landed on her back for the second time.

“Ow! Gus, what the heck!”

“Sorry!” He said apologetically from on top of her. “But that’s an Iris Message, and it’s powered by the rainbow coming with the fountain. If you touch it with your hands it severs the connection.”

Luz’s cheeks flushed in embarrassment, and she slowly got to her feet. “Right, sorry.”

“You’re looking good, kid,” Eda said, and luz looked up at her mentor with a grin. She hadn’t seen Eda in days, and she hadn’t realized how badly she’d been missing her until she saw her reflection. “Travel suits you.”

“Thanks,” Luz said bouncing on her toes to try and work off some of her excitement.

“Sorry to just drop in on you kids, but I got work from Cabin Six that you had managed to find your way to an abandoned workshop in Denver, so I wanted to check-in and make sure you guys were alright.”

Gus, upon hearing this, brightened. “So the map works then?”

Eda chuckled. “Sure does.”

“Remember I told you guys Cabin Six knew vaguely about the locations of the workshops?” Gus said to them, and Willow and Luz nodded. “Well, it’s because we have a map of them in our cabin. Supposedly when a demigod “checks in” it’ll show their names on the map."

“All that stuff in the workshop that appears comes from somewhere,” Eda said with a smile. “Mainly camp, though I’m sure the wisdom goddess threw in a couple of those nice accessories for you. I’ve never seen that desk before.” Eda blinked in surprise, scanning the room. “or that fridge, or that stove. Or that wardrobe… Holy Zeus, she must really like you kids.”

She shook her head, something Luz knew meant that Eda was trying to stay focused.

“Anyways, I was told by Willow and Gus the other day that you’d found Amity. Where is she?”

“Taking a shower,” Luz supplied, and Eda nodded.

“I don’t blame her. But I’m glad she’s safe. The Blight Twins have been bugging me to ask about her so I’ll let them know she’s ok. But enough about that. I was doing a little research with Lily into your “resurrected heroes” issue. You should know that when heroes do escape the Underworld, their fatal flaw remains intact. You should use that against them in combat. Achilles has his heel of course, and you already severed the ties with Orpheus’ lyre. But Theseus’ flaw is not so easily breached.”

“What is it like a weak left arm or something?” Luz asked, and Eda chuckled.

“No, his isn’t physical. It’s his recklessness. He chose to confront you on the bus, without making sure Orpheus knew what his plan was. He likely chose rebirth without thinking of the consequences. Find out how to use that against him. I don’t know who this man in the mountain is, but if you want to beat him you have to beat his cronies first.”

Luz swallowed nervously, Eda narrowed her eyes.

“What, kid? Did something happen to you?”

Luz shook her head, before telling Eda about the dream, Belos, and the portal. Sometime during the story, Amity had come out of the shower. She was dressed in the fresh clothes she’d picked from the wardrobe, had her sword strapped to her belt, and her mint hair was still wet, hanging down near her shoulders. She waved hello to Eda, not wanting to interrupt Luz, and she grinned at Amity and whispered something to King, who took off and out of sight.

Luz tried not to get distracted from her story when Amity stood next to her. It was hard. Amity hadn’t looked so at peace in a long time, and she now smelled like fresh lavender and mint. Luz suddenly realized how desperately she needed a shower, but when Gus saw Amity he had squealed in delight and ran into the bathroom for his turn.

It took longer to tell the tale than she would have liked, but she did eventually finish. When she was done, Eda hummed, putting her finger to her lips.

“Belos. I haven’t heard that name in a long time.”

Willow leaned forward anxiously. “You know him?”

Eda shrugged. “I was just a teenager when he tried to seize Olympus when he was alive. He rallied a team of misunderstood demigod’s and tried to take Olympus by force. This was before gods had to claim their children, and before we had the minor gods cabins at camp. He was an unclaimed Hermes camper who wanted recognition, and freedom from the consequences that come with being a half-blood. He was struck down by my dad’s thunderbolts personally.”

Luz, Willow, and Gus winced. What a way to go.

“If he’s alive again, then he’s a real threat,” Eda said seriously. “I don’t know much about him, but I do know his godly parent. Hecate, the goddess of magic and necromancy.”

Next to her, Amity flinched like she’d been slapped.

“Well, now we know how he can raise people from the dead,” Willow mumbled under her breath.

“Magic, that would explain that mist that was surrounding me in my dream,” Luz said, and Amity swallowed hard next to her.

“And the snow when I was trying to get to him with Skara and Boscha.”

“It won’t be easy to beat him,” Eda said seriously. “But it’s not impossible. You have help if you need it. Luz, you still have that whistle?”

Luz nodded, clutching the string around her neck. Eda grinned.

“When you need it, it’ll work. Also, your siblings from the Hermes cabin have a message for you. Something about remembering your Hermes secrets?”

Luz felt a jolt run through her. The bag of tricks that Viney and Jerbo had given her! Eda chuckled at the look on her face.

“I’m not even going to ask. The point is, if you kids ever need a hand, just know that your family has your back.”

Luz felt herself start to get a little choked up. She really missed Eda. On Eda’s line, Luz heard a thundering of footsteps, and King had reappeared with Edric and Emira on the other end.

“Mittens!” They both shrieked when they saw her. They were both dressed in orange camp shirts, and it looked like they must have come from training because they were covered in sweat. Amity couldn’t help but smile when she saw her siblings, and that made Luz split into a grin of her own.

“And that’s my cue,” Eda said, chuckling. She reached into her pocket and handed the twins a couple of golden drachmae. “I have to head out. I’ll look into this mountain man for you kids and try and get ahold of you if I find anything.”

“Thanks, Eda!” Luz said, unable to fully express how happy she was to have seen her again. Next to her, Willow had snuck off for her turn in the shower as Gus came back into the office. Luz rolled her eyes. It was supposed to be her turn, but she couldn’t be mad at Willow.

“No problem, kid,” Eda said, and she turned tail and walked away with King at her heels. The Blight twins immediately began to bombard them with questions.

“Are you alright?” Emira asked with a frown, peering over to examine Amity as best she could.

“You’re not hurt right?” Edric added, leaning in as well.

“No, I’m fine now,” Amity said with a roll of her eyes. “Luz and her friends rescued me and now I’m just healing up. But I’m almost back to 100%.”

“You have no idea how worried we were,” Emira said with a frown. Worry was such a weird look to see on the Blight twin’s face, Luz didn’t really know how to process it. She’d only ever seen them with smirks that screamed trouble, or a sly look that shared a similar sentiment. She realized she was starting, and Edric looked over at her, his face changing to glee.

“So I take it the chariot ride went alright then?” He said, and suddenly Luz was scowling.

“Yeah, thanks for that. We had to kill the white eagle in Cincinnati to pay your mom back.”

“A what?” Emira asked, confused. Amity rolled her eyes.

“She means the Caucasian Eagle,”

Edric howled with laughter, and Luz flushed, embarrassed. “It’s not funny! It could have killed us.”

“But it didn’t,” Emira singsonged, shooting Luz a wink. “You got mittens back and now you’re together and everything is all good.”

Luz felt her face start to heat up at what Emira said. It wasn’t like that, she didn’t get Amity back, she had just helped her out. And yes they were together but they weren’t like together. And Luz definitely wouldn’t call everything “all good”…

Next to her, Amity had flushed deep red, and the twins shared an absolutely ecstatic look that was probably the scariest thing Luz had ever seen.

“Emira, I get the feeling that everything is more than “all good” for mittens here…”

“Me too, Edric. In fact, I think this might be mitten’s preferred situation-”

“Shut up!” Amity spat, her face twisting into a mix of embarrassment and annoyance. Luz now felt uncomfortable, like she was intruding on a private conversation. Thankfully, Willow had now exited the bathroom, and Luz had an out.

“Nice talking to you guys and all,” Luz started, already walking backward. “But it’s my turn for a shower. I’ll see you guys back at camp when we’re done with this whole quest and everything.”

“Bye, Luz!” Edric grinned, waving to her.

“See you later, cutie,” Emira said with a knowing wink, and Luz felt her face heat up to dangerous levels. She couldn’t really place how, but she was starting to finally process that the children of Aphrodite were a lot scarier than they seemed at first glance.

Luz entered the bathroom and her mouth dropped. It was entirely white, with gold accents, and there was a massive shower right at the end of it. Next to Luz there was a spot she could put her clothes to have them washed and dried while she showered (Luz didn’t understand how that worked, but considering it was stamped with the Camp Half-Blood Pegasus logo she imagined it was some magic demigod stuff) and there was a double vanity on the other side with a basket on top stuffed with toiletries. Her Mami would have let them live in this bathroom if they could have.

The shower wasn’t wet, despite her friends having used it beforehand, which Luz didn’t understand but it just made the whole experience a thousand times better. By the time she stepped out, she wasn’t sure she’d ever felt cleaner in her entire life. She used the deodorant in the vanity, (it was Luz’s favorite scent, so she was starting to realize the bathroom had reset after each use and accustomed based on what demigod used it) the body moisturizer, and the toner and moisturizer that was clearly set aside for her face. She brushed her teeth and combed out her wet hair, which was already drying thanks to it being so short, and even used the body spray. It was musky and smelled a bit like the cedar trees that grew in Amherst near her Abuela's house.

She put back on her, now clean, clothes and shoes, and packed the toiletries in her backpack to use later. She made sure Aletheia was secure on her finger and she exited the bathroom, feeling better than she had in weeks.

She was greeted by an unusually quiet workshop. Willow and Gus were nowhere to be seen, and Amity was sitting in a comfortable looking leather armchair next to the bookcase, flipping the pages of a novel.

“Amity?”

The demigod looked up, her gold eyes focusing on Luz. Her cheeks pinked, and she waved awkwardly.

“Hey, how was your shower?”

“Fantastic!” Luz grinned, heading towards her. “Where are Willow and Gus?”

“My siblings said Eda and Lilith sent us some money to the post office near here. They went to go pick it up.”

“That’s good,” Luz said with a smile. “It’ll be a lot easier planning our next move when we don’t have to worry too much about cash.” As she got close enough to see what Amity was reading, her eyes widened.

“Are you reading “The Good Witch Azura”?”

Amity’s cheeks reddened. “Uh, yeah?”

“That’s my favorite series ever!” Luz squealed in excitement, leaning down to Amity to see what she was reading. She was so close she could smell the mint again.“Oh, you’re at the Bog of Immediate Regret! That’s such a cool chapter.”

When Luz looked up, Amity’s face was so red Luz was worried she was going to pass out. She had leaned as far away as she could from Luz and held up her hands in surprise. Luz recoiled, putting her hands on the arm of the chair apologetically.

“Sorry, I just really love their backstory.”

“It’s alright!” Amity squeaked, and Luz rubbed her neck in embarrassment. She always had a way of making kids her age feel awkward, and one of those ways was by constantly rambling about her favorite books or anime. She didn’t want to scare Amity off. Something about her demeanor must have changed because Amity suddenly frowned.

“Luz, really, it’s ok.” She tried for a smile. “I love their backstory too. It’s my favorite series, I’ve been reading them since they came out.”

Luz leaned forward again, her hesitation forgotten. “No way! What do you think of the new one?”

Amity frowned. “New one? I’ve only read up to the fourth book.”

Luz gasped dramatically, holding her hand over her heart. “What? The new one dropped this summer and it’s so good! I have it at home. I wish it was here.”

Just like that, and end table appeared next to the leather chair Amity was sitting in, with the newest copy of “The Good Witch Azura”, and Luz whooped in excitement, picking it up and flipping the page. She looked inside the cover and awed. It was her copy from her bookshelf at home. Her name was scribbled in scraggily font on the inside cover.

“Here,” Luz said, handing it to Amity. “You can borrow my copy and tell me what you think.”

“Are you sure?” Amity took the book like it was made of glass.

“Of course!” Luz insisted, pushing it into her hands. “You have to let me know what you think. I’ve never had any friends to talk about Azura with before. We should start a little book club together!”

Amity took the book and stared at it for a few moments, before looking up at Luz with a smile. Her eyes were glowing with gratitude, and the look made Luz’s heart practically leap out of her chest. She loved seeing Amity look so happy.

“Ok, thank you.”

Luz was going to ask Amity to start reading and see what she thought of the first chapter, but suddenly the door was open to the workshop, and Willow and Gus were walking back in, with a very nervous look on their faces. Luz immediately frowned, stepping forward.

“What’s going on?” She caught sight of their panic and her own eyes narrowed. “Who hurt my babies?”

“It’s not us we’re worried about,” Willow said quickly, her eyes flickering back between Luz and Amity.

“Amity, your mother is sitting in the café across the street.”

Amity immediately froze up, her eyes widened in panic. “My… mother? Which one?”

Gus’ eyes were wide like he’d just seen a ghost. Or a monster. Or maybe something much, much, worse.

“Your godly one. She called us over on the way back from the post office. She wants to talk to you and Luz.”

#the owl house #lumity #luz x amity #Percy Jackson AU #shelby speaks

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comelylust · 4 years

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Hot Special Girl.

I have been working for the Violet Company for quite some time. I am Mr. Lee Chaolan's assistant. Working for him is not as bad as many might imagine, Mr. Lee is handsome, attentive, playful and flirtatious, if someone asked me about being attracted to him I would certainly not lie.

Unfortunately I am cowardly to approach him in an even more intimate way, I know, we are best friends but I still wanted more and at the same time it seems that not only with me is that way, which causes discouragement when it comes to confessing my feelings.

Every time I see him approach another girl my stomach shrinks and I feel like crying, I know I shouldn't be jealous of the way he talks to other women, but it's inevitable that I'm really in love with him and not because of his looks or his money, it's because of the way he cares about others, how he helps others without caring about the consequences. He is an honorable man.

However, I realized some time ago that Mr. Lee has changed, either because of the way he talks to me now in a more serious tone of Boss - employee or when we cross glances I can no longer notice that beautiful glow in his eyes. I'm so scared of falling into reality and I realized that precisely if I was like other girls, I've tried to fix and change my hair as well as wear different makeup despite doing all of the above seems not to matter to him.

“Why am I not getting their attention?” I snort with discontent as I look at myself in the mirror in my bathroom, I notice that my eyes start to get red and swollen and little tears threaten to spill out "I still have a lot to prove so stop" I say out loud hoping my brain will catch the idea and stop the sadness.

At that moment I hear the ringing of my phone alerting me to a message, it's from Mr. Lee is short but direct which caused my cheeks to start tingling.

"Hey babygirl, sorry to bother you on your day off but I organized a little party, I'll pick you up at 8" I jumped out of the excitement and let out a schoolgirl laugh, it was my chance to impress him so I quickly pulled out my death weapon a short but elegant velvety dress, which emphasizes all my curves, a pair of socks and heels not so high because I'm too clumsy.

While I was getting ready the monster of insecurity began to appear, whispering unpleasant things "I'll be fine, I'll be fine" I inhale as much as I can until I feel my lungs full and in one pull I expel all the air and look at myself again in the mirror this time with a triumphant smile "You'll go crazy and fall for me”

Lee arrived at the appointed time in his beautiful sports car, however when I approached to take a seat I noticed that we were not alone but there were more beautiful girls accompanying him "I'm sorry" he spoke to you with a bright smile "They joined us" the only thing I could achieve was to bend my head so that he did not notice my obvious disappointment.

When I arrived at the big room He continued to be dragged by a bunch of young women, I felt out of place so I ran to my safe zone, the dessert and drink table, I was really disappointed that we couldn't engage in even a small conversation.

"Quiet, you look anxious." I didn't realize how fast I was drinking until a guy came up to me with an expressionless face and a voice that didn't match his face. The boy finishes his drink and I just look at him in amazement, as he was able to read me so quickly, he takes me by surprise when he realizes that I have not stopped watching him "You want to dance" He raises his hand while arching an eyebrow waiting for an answer, now my blush is more evident and has extended to the tips of my ears "damn me and my null social knowledge" I think, as I hold his hand nervously, my legs start to wobble as we head to the dance floor.

"I really don't know how to dance" I say to lighten the uncomfortable atmosphere, the boy puts my hands on his shoulder and his hands rest on my hip “I don't either, thank God it's a slow dance, so just swing” I do what he asks, I'm still a little nervous so I don't make eye contact with him. The stranger is very sweet, he helped me with some movements, made some funny jokes, he is really charismatic.

In spite of dancing with a total stranger I still think about Mr. Lee and the indifferent way he has treated me, maybe it is time to forget him and look for a new love, but as if I have loved him for a long time.

The change of melody takes me out of my thoughts, before I talk to the boy a voice behind him resonates. It's Lee and he doesn't have his characteristic smile, much less his face looks charming. Apparently he is upset about something and I don't know why, so the stranger and I stop to ask him what's wrong.

"I want to dance with her" Lee says in a low and firm tone, it does not seem an affirmation but rather an order, the stranger looks at me and separates from me going towards the place where Mr. Lee is, the stranger whispers something to him and then withdraws.

"Tell me babygirl, do you want to dance with me" Lee bows and flashes his silly smile again.

"Yes" I say faster than I would have liked "Damn you look desperate now"

We began to dance slowly as they got used to the new piece of music, my heart was beating so hard and now my face was a pure red color. "Hey Sweetie, relax" your boss moves dangerously close to your ear "I can feel how nervous you are, are you thinking lewd thoughts?

My brain short-circuits, unable to react and answer such a statement, he stands up straight and lets out a little accusatory laugh "I'm just playing with you, baby”

"As you do with other girls" I mention quietly almost inaudible to other people but not to Mr. Lee, he looks at me so confused that he could not even ask the reason for the comment, I placed my forehead on his chest avoiding his fierce gaze while I sobbed.

"You're Mr. Lee" I start slowly and loudly "You keep shaking me and now you're challenging me" I lift my head from his chest and am ready to leave him there alone in the middle of the track with tears in his eyes "You might lose me, so catch me before it's too late" without looking back I start to move forward with a broken heart with no hope that he will make a move.

Everything changes when quickly Lee Chaolan takes me by the elbow pushing me towards him again but without continuing to see our faces, I try to separate myself again but his grip is too strong.

"I'm sorry, I've always been in love with you, but I've been afraid that someone will hurt you or even that you'll get bored of me, we've been friends for years and doing a move like this is dangerous, you know" Lee states by squeezing me more between his body, I think my body temperature can't be controlled anymore so all I'm saying but with confidence.

"I'm not the same as before, I'm a special hot girl now, you think you can handle me" I fought not to stutter and look cool and I think I did it. Lee just blinked "Amazing! Of course I can" he spoke louder than he expected and the eyes of the other guests were directed at us.

Of course Lee didn't mind placing his hand on my lower back, I approached him, feeling his chest and shoulders close to me, I closed our space with a warm and willing kiss.

"Now you are my special hot girl..."

#Tekken #lee chaolan #lee chaolan x reader #oneshot

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fanficwaifu · 4 years

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Tokoyami Fumikage | BLACKPINK

Pairing: Tokoyami Fumikage x OFC Warnings: Blood/gore? Mild Language. No smut. Poetry inbound. Cheesey? Probably cheesey lol. Words: 3.4k

A/N: I think I might make this into a miniseries, just really into this aesthetic. This was supposed to be like really sweet and romantic but I unno my brain went here lol. This started as a response to a couple asks for Tokoyami and a sweet fluffy reader- but I am gonna respond to them with a different thing! (Part 2 prolly?)

Bloody bandages lay strewn across the wooden floor. Assortment of ointments and gauze half used. Yuna lay on her stomach, sweat layered across her body. Topless. Unbuttoned jean shorts. Deep breaths seemed to do nothing against the pain in her back. Two angry gashes on each side of her spine, delicate pink feathers forcing their way out of the slashes in a bloody wreck.

While everyone seemed to be overjoyed at the sudden sprout of wings, all she could think about was how she would rather had been quirkless. The pain did not seem to match the advantage. There was only a month before graduation, and a sudden update to her quirk did not appear like a blessing.

It felt like a curse.

“God damn,” her quiet voice echoes into the bedroom. It has been weeks now since her wings slowly emerged from her back. Pale pink but coated in blood near the base. Every day several inches pushed out, and she did not understand where all these feathers had been hiding. Recovery-girl could only do so much. A bottle of pain medication sat neatly on her nightstand, but the consequences to taking them are muted quirk use. She could not afford to be holding back a month before graduation.

A month before she became an official pro-hero.

It all started with an attack. A villain got ahold of a quirk enhancing drug. Instead of applying it on himself, he began using it on everybody he could, in hopes to create disorder and destruction. The effects are to be temporary. In rare instances, however…it could help bring out the hidden power in quirks. The parts buried in the DNA.

She had been one of those unlucky cases.

“Yuna? You missed lunch again today,” A deep voice calls from her door. The monotone of her boyfriend always relaxed her. Glancing at the bright red digits of her clock on the wooden nightstand, she realized she was laying on the floor for several hours now. It was almost dinnertime. Funny how fast time flies when you feel you are dying.

“…Yuna?”

“Sorry Fumi,” her voices wavers. She runs a hand through her pink hair, slick with sweat, and lays her cheek back down on the cold wooden floor. “…I’ll be down for dinner,” Her voice is barely a whisper, but she knows her boyfriend will hear it, regardless. The click of her doorknob catches her attention. Yuna moves to stand, but the pain quickly lands her back on the floor. The light from the doorway spreads to illuminate her painful expression before it closes.

“Oi… what are you doing on the floor??” Shadow calls, quickly hovering above her with a worried tone. Fumi crouches in front of her, moving a stray hair out from her face. It's hard to see what expression he wears.

“I told you to text me if you were in pain, my love,” Fumi lightly chastises. He reaches down to softly scratch across her head, tears well up in her eyes.

“It doesn’t stop hurting…” Yuna whimpers, clenching her fists. “…I wish I could just rip them off and be done with it,”

“But they are so pretty!” Shadow exclaims, moving to touch the soft fresh feathers.

“No Dark Shadow,” His companion whines at him, before moving around to clean up the mess laid around the floor. Fumi moves his attention back to his girlfriend. “…Hawks mentioned you can try having someone pull them out, but it is extremely painful,”

“How does he know?” She breathes through clenched teeth as a wave of pain hits. “…He was born with his right?”

“No, he developed them like this when he was young. Through puberty he would get minor episodes of them growing out like this. He said the commission always just pulled them out,”

“That sounds awful,”

“As awful as slow torture for what could be… months?” Fumi moves his hand down to massage her neck lightly. He eyes the angry base of her wings, red and bruising. “…it’s been two weeks already, my love,”

“Yeah? You gonna pull them out for me, Fumi?” She feels his hands still, and a deep sigh escape him.

“I think it would be better for a healthcare professional-”

“Rescue-girl said its better like this. She said you could risk damaging them if you pull on them,”

“But Hawks-” Fumi begins

“Do we believe Hawks or a Healthcare professional?”

Fumikage sighs heavily as a silence falls between them. He rubs her neck and shoulders, careful of her wings as his mind wanders around her room. He has been in here many, many times since they started dating, but it never gets dull.

The room is a clash of pink and black. Soft and harsh. Her and him. Various plants adorn the walls and sit on her furniture. The green of their leaves matches nicely against the black of the walls. Her blankets are light pink in color, with dark grey sheets.

Hanging above her bed are homemade pink clouds. He remembers when she made them, smiling brightly as she turned them on, and the tiny pink lightbulbs lit the room in a soft romantic glow. The same night they made love for the first time. The same night her soft, breathless laugh etched into his heart forever.

Her desk is lined with pink pens and notebooks, pink stickers and watashi tape. Her bookshelf filled with romantic tragedies and poetic adventures. A table next to it sat two tarantulas, one sheer black and the other a rosy pink. He remembers how excited she was when they spotted each other, both taping on the glass like they were giving each other high fives.

He finally spots the old and used Cthulhu anthology next to her bed, and a warmth spreads in his chest. One of the first presents he ever gave to her their freshman year.

Dark Shadow is busying himself around the room, tidying and putting away her bandages. Yuna listens to him make her bed for her. When he returns and lies on the floor next to her, she gently pats his beak in appreciation.

“You didn’t have to do that Shadow,” she mumbles.

“He does what I tell him,” Fumi comments, watching the exchange warmly.

“I would have done it anyway, don’t listen to him,” Shadow grumbles, leaning into her touch. A painful shock goes across her back and she squeezes Shadows beak in discomfort. A slight whine escapes the companion as he looks to his master for help.

“It’s okay, Shadow,” Yuna whispers. She moves to stand again but collapses. Fumi rubs her head again, as he retrieves his cellphone and dials his mentor.

“What are you doing?” Yuna whispers, a sad, tired tone.

“Calling Hawks. Maybe he can talk me through it. We can take you to Recovery-girl afterwards,”

“But what about-”

“Hello Hello my fellow bird friend!” Hawks states loudly through the phone. Yuna immediately quiets.

“Hello Hawks. I was wondering if you could give me some… instructions,” Fumi moves to sit on the side of his girlfriend, staring intently at her wings. “…I think Yuna and I will pull the rest of her wings out,”

“Dammmn. It’s been like.. two weeks, now right? That sucks!” Hawks laughs loudly through the phone. Fumi can hear the flapping of his wings. “…I’m surprised you haven’t done it already! Real masochist in and out of the bedroom huh?” Yuna and Fumi blush together. When they lock eyes Fumi turns away, embarrassed.

“Back on point, Hawks. She is in a lot of pain here,” Fumi continues on. She watches the way his feathers fluff and fall from embarrassment.

“yeah yeah okay. Listen, I’m not gonna sugarcoat this. Its gonna suck. Like super hard, you know? She is prolly gonna pass out. There is gonna be a lot of blood. If you can knock her out beforehand, its gonna be easier. Should prolly have a bunch of ice packs on hand. Bandages too…you know all the good stuff,”

“Obviously,” Fumi replies.

“Don’t get sassy with me Tokoyami! I’m helping!” Hawks laughs. “…You should prolly do it somewhere away from everyone. I know her quirk effects plants and stuff, right? Its prolly gonna go off soooo…. yeah, that’s all I got,” Yuna snorts and rolls her eyes.

“I heard that sweetheart,” Hawks chuckles.

“Thanks for the help Hawks,” Fumi stands, moving to her dressers to pull out extra clothes for her. “.. I’ll let you know how it goes,”

“Please do! And don’t mention that I told you this, because I don’t need Eraserhead coming to kill me ya know?” Yuna laughs in the background. Fumi looks at her, surprised she can still hear the call from where he is standing.

“I understand. Goodbye Hawks,”

“Later!” and the call ends.

“What are you planning, Fumi?” Yuna begins, pushing herself up to one elbow. She watches him gather the blanket off her bed and fold it neatly.

“We are going to have a picnic,” Fumi replies casually.

“A picnic? Fumi it's almost sundown,” she glances at Dark Shadow putting her clothes in a bag. He floats over to her bookshelf to pull a couple novels and place them in the bag.

“The sooner the better. Plus, no one will be around. We can go deep into the forest,” Fumi pauses to think for a moment. “…Dark Shadow, don’t forget to grab the candles from the closet,”

“Yeah yeah!” Shadow calls back. Yuna watches them quietly, continuing to push herself off the floor. She takes it slow, slightly wobbly on her elbows.

When she finally stands, she is shaky, but stable. A hand runs through her damp hair. She feels exhausted. Turning her head to her window, she watches the sun setting in the distance. Warm oranges and pinks are spread along her room. Fumi turns around and is taken aback for a moment. Yuna stands with no shirt on, her pink wings framed against her arms. The sunset splashes against her chest and stomach. As messy as her shoulder length pink hair is, she is breathtaking to him.

“Prettyyyy,” Dark Shadow announces, flying up and around Yuna to land on her head. She laughs and butterflies swarm in his abdomen.

“You’ve seen me naked before Shadow,” Yuna replies, palming the side of the companion’s beak.

“Not since you had wings!”

“Yeah? You like the wings that much?” She playfully returns.

“They are exquisite,” Fumi supplies. He moves to stand in front of her, and palms one of her breasts in his hands. The touch is casual between them. “…with sunlight reveals the beauty of nature and what her plentiful fruits may give,” Yuna smiles in response, a light blush across her cheeks.

“Yeah yeah I have great tits,” She laughs. The action sends a stab of pain through her back and Fumi helps brace her in place. He gives her a moment to breathe through it before continuing, buttoning her shorts for her. The action is intimate and casual at the same time.

“Can you hold the bags for me? I need Dark Shadow to fly,”

“We are flying?” She replies, one eye closed against the pain. “…what about my shirt?”

“If I carry you no one will see my love, I promise,” Fumi is already reaching down to grab her legs.

“But my wings?”

“I can hold you beneath them. Just do not move too much,”

She braces herself in his arms, burying her head in his neck. The fluff of his hair-like feathers tickles the top of her head, and she snuggles deeper into him. The smell of his cologne makes her thighs clench. They have spent little time this close to each other since her wings started coming in.

“Are you all right? You heart rate has increased considerably,” Fumi mentions casually, as Dark Shadow encompasses his back, trying to ease her wing out of the way. She laughs against his neck.

“Quit hearing so much,” A dark blush appearing on her cheeks.

“My apologies, I forgot my cologne often excites you,” She does not have to look at his face. She can hear the smirk. She hides her face in his hoodie, clutching the bags close to her chest. The window slides open to her room, and she braces for takeoff.

“Here we go!” Dark Shadow yells, before Fumi jumps from the window.

Her stomach drops.

She fears heights.

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“Sit here for a moment while I set everything up,” Fumi sets her down gently, taking the bags from her arms.

“I can handle that,” She sasses back. Fumi nuzzles against her cheek before pulling away. “…Its awfully dark already though,”

“We brought candles,” there is a confident tone in his voice.

“This feels more romantic than what we are about to do,” Yuna laughs, a sting blooming across her back.

“It is romantic, isn’t it?” Fumi replies, lighting the candles and placing them around in a circle. Dark Shadow is putting down the blanket, setting up her books and pillows.

“Feels more like…you are about to sacrifice me, honestly,” She hears a small snort come from him.

“I suppose we are, in a way, sacrificing you. You will be a new version of yourself soon,”

“I like the old version just fine,” she mumbles, staring at one of her wings off to the side of her.

“I loved the old version of you,” Fumi states, placing the last candle down and walking over to her. When he crouches, he spots the embarrassed look on her face. He palms her cheek in his hand. “…I will love the new version of you just as much,”

“I don’t know how you are so chill about this. You know I’m probably gonna scream, right? Like in agony? Its gonna be loud,” Yuna mentions, a hint of fear in her tone.

“We don’t have to do it my love,” Fumi replies

“But I want to get it over with,”

“Then I will assist you,”

“Be careful?” she finally states, grabbing onto one of his hands and toying with his fingers. He squeezes her hand in response, bringing it up to his cheek so he can nuzzle against it softly.

“I am always careful with the love of my life,”

They move to lie on the ground, the grass tickling at her stomach. He instructs her to relax her arms down by her sides. While she breathes slowly, she can feel his gentle hands moving around on her back. Brushing her hair out of the way. Gently massaging all the muscles, he can reach, warming them up. Dark Shadow is cleaning away at the base of her wings, a slight sting from the anti-septic going to work. Yuna focuses on the denseness of the woods. The sounds of crickets and the blowing of wind. The sting from his hands bracing her wings pulls her back. She hears Fumi countdown, but quickly blocks out the sound to at least try to focus somewhere else. She holds her breath before he finishes.

Her vision turns red. A fire erupts across her entire body. A million of ants running across her back and hips.

Darkness.

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“…she's…now?”

Whispers float around her, like soft breezes blowing across her face. Her eyelids are heavy, they do not want to open. Barely lifting them, she spots the candle flickering at the edge of the blanket. Wax has melted and formed a base at the bottom. Blinking clears her vision more, but she still needs to force her eyes open the rest of the way.

“Yuna?” A monotone voice calls. She brings her hand up to her face, rubbing at the exhaustion in her eyes.

“…umi?” Yuna mumbles, groggy.

“Yes,” Is his simple response. She listens to him shuffle around, moving to sit in front of her. A glass of water and some crackers are placed in front of her. A hand gently rubs across her cheek and head, removing the hair from her face. “…when you feel up to it, try to eat and drink,”

“How long have I been out?” Bracing her hands against the ground, she is surprised how easy it is to push off. The pain is still present in her back, but the throb has gone down immensely.

“Its almost morning, we should head back soon. I was just about to carry you back to the dorms,”

“ah…I guess the picnic is a failure then, huh?” She eyes the red stain on his fingers, a tinge of guilt settling in her chest. “…Fumi-”

“Its fine, my love,” His voice is strained. “…I’m just glad it stopped bleeding,”

“It was a lot then?”

“Yes. I almost just carried you to the hospital, but Hawks helped me through it,” Fumi rubs his face, a tired expression in his eyes. “…Honestly, once I pulled the wings the rest of the way out, the bleeding stopped all on its own. I cleaned you up and placed antiseptic around the base of your wings. Hawks was on video, he assured me your wings looked great- told me to tell you to come see him when they heal so he can ‘measure you up’,”

“Yeah ’cause they are super big now!” Shadow announces, plopping on her head. Fumi goes to scold him, but Yuna waves him off.

“I appreciate your help…Feel bad about the picnic though. Raincheck?” A yawn forces its way through her.

“We will try again when you are feeling better. Thought, it is not a total waste. I did read to you my favorite poems while you were sleeping,” Fumi laughs at her mopey expression.

“You read to me??? That’s not fair Fumi I was sleeping and couldn’t listen to you!” Her wings move on their own, feathers fluffed up and out. A sting courses through her back, but it is much more manageable now. They both eye them in interest.

Her golden eyes notice a single feather hanging from his neck.

“Is that my feather?”

“Yes,” Fumi replies, unbothered. “…It fell off. I thought it would make a nice souvenir, so I added it to my necklace. Does it bother you?” Yuna fingers the feather gently, its soft bristles rubbing against her finger pads.

“No I… just didn’t think you would wear something like that. Pink doesn’t exactly fit into your aesthetic, yeah?”

“A reminder of someone I hold dear, will always fit into my aesthetic, my love,” Yuna blushes, looking away to eat her crackers. Fumi eyes her curiously. He moves towards her, gripping her chin to look at him.

“I love you as one loves certain obscure things, secretly, between the shadow and the soul,” Fumi whispers. Yuna’s ears light up bright red, as she realizes he was reading through one of her favorite poem books.

“You’re so n-nosy,” She counters, her voice wavering. “…I knew I shouldn’t have highlighted that part,”

“I particularly liked the note in the corner. ‘will sweep him off his feet’,” Yuna covers her face with her hands as he laughs. He nuzzles the side of her head before standing.

Fumi commands Shadow to gather everything up, as Yuna finishes up her crackers. Mild conversations come and go between them. It is not long before she is safe in his arms again, crawling through her bedroom window just as the first peak of the sun spreads. Yuna is asleep, cradled against his chest. He doesn’t have the heart to wake her. Moving towards the bed, he gently lays her on her stomach. Fumi holds back a chuckle as she immediately grabs at her pillows and clutches one close to her chest.

He planned on leaving back to his own room, but exhaustion pressured him against it. Leaving their bags on the floor, he quietly takes off his shoes. Stripping down to his boxers and tank, he carefully crawls into bed next to her. Her body immediately tangles with his own, naturally shifting to a well-known and comfortable position. Dark Shadow pull the blanket up around to their waists before dissipating.

Fumi is asleep when a pink wing instinctually covers his body and hangs off the bed.

#tokoyami x reader #fumikage tokoyami #my hero academia #my hero academia fanfiction

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One Dance |2|

Kaminari x Dancer! Reader

Anon: Hello! ^v^ I just found your blog and I really like your writing! Would you mind doing a part two to the One Dance one-shot with Kaminari? I thought that one was really cute. >v< Thank you!

Omg anon I’m so sorry this took so long to write but I hope you enjoy! You may need to read Part 1 to understand the intial plot, but it may be readable without viewing it (????)

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2000+

Warnings: maybe some mild cussing?

Summary: After you finally finish your video for a dance scholarship, Kaminari takes you out to ask you to be his-but he gets sidetracked when a group of friends want to butt in

(RULES | MASTERLIST| REQUESTS CLOSED)

Part 1

You and Kaminari had been practicing tirelessly for weeks now, teaching him each step, each turn, each musical note needed to make your vision come to life.

Kami was surprisingly a very good dance partner-he learned decently quick, had good musically, and was always optimistic. He had you laughing the whole time, whether it be him taking a ridiculous tumble or him just tickling your side when you two became closer during the dance. He always knew how to make you smile.

Denki was your best friend, and as much as you told yourself your feelings for him were only that of a love for a friend, you knew it was more.

And Kaminari felt the same way.

“You think it’s good enough to send in?” You asked nervously, you teeth mindlessly gnawing on your bottom lip.

“Of course it is y/n, we look sick!” He said excitedly, a blush creeping on his cheeks. He couldn’t help but feel a rush of heat whenever you bite your lips-it was something he loved and he couldn’t help but stare at you whenever you did it.

You huffed, your slightly damp locks clinging to the back of your neck.

“I don’t know...I just feel like I look kinda dumb...like look at that spin I didn’t even point my toes all the way-“

Kaminari jumped up, interjecting you. He could never understand why you doubted yourself so much-in his eyes, you were simply amazing and absolutely perfectly imperfect to him. From the way you smiled, to your laugh, to even when you rolled your eyes at him when he was being annoying-he couldn’t get enough of you.

“Y/n-you look great. Seriously-you look freaking stunning! Don’t be worried about it, just post it!”

You looked down, your head spinning from Denki calling you “stunning”- it made your insides feel warm and ticklish, but did he really mean it? Maybe he was just being nice…..

“I don’t know….one more run-I just don’t feel good about it-“

Kaminari has heard enough of your insecurities, deciding to reach across your lap and yank your laptop away from you.

“Hey what are you-“ you cried, your stomach doing somersaults as Kaminari laid across your lap. his fingers working quickly to send in the video, his stomach lying on top of your criss-crossed legs.

“Got it-Ta-da!” He beamed at the screen, the white confirmation page making his honey yellow eyes strikingly bright.

Fear filled your stomach as you realized you couldn’t take back what Kaminari just didn-you knew you had to send in the video-it was due at 12am, and it was already inching towards 11 pm. But your anxiety stilled caused you to want to wait, to take a few more takes, to practice a little more….. you knew if it weren’t for Denki, you probably ever send in the video.

“Kami!” You yelled in mock anger, “Why'd you have to go and do that!”

Kaminari rolled off your stomach, crouching next to you. He was confused-were you really mad at him? He didn’t mean to make you upset-he just saw how amazingly talented you were. He wanted you to win this scholarship, so you could pursue your dreams: he just wanted you to be happy.

He crouched, searching your face with so much intent you were having trouble keeping your angry facade.

“What’s the matter? We had to send it at some point.”

“I know, it’s just-I wanted it to be perfect. I really need this money, Kami.”

“I know...and you are gonna get that money! Just you wait, you’ll be getting that ‘Congratulations’ email before you know it,” he gave you a playful wink,your breath hitching from it.

His face broke from his playful demeanor, worry crawling through.

“You're not mad at me though, right?”

You sighed, wracking a hand through your hair before you flashed him a small smile.

“I could never stay mad at you Kami.”

“Good!” He grinned, your smile making his heart pace. “Cause I wanted to take you somewhere.”

You cocked your head, confusion riddled in your brows. “Somewhere? Where did you have in mind?”

Kaminari shrugged nonchalantly, trying to hide the massive amount of panic flooding his body.

“Just to grab a bite-how about some ice cream?”

You smiled, nerves flooding your body. You knew you shouldn’t be nervous around him, he was your best friend after all. But every time you two hanged out, it made you feel as if you were on a first date-except you weren’t, and it made you slightly saddened that it wasn’t. But he was your best friend, and you didn’t want to ruin that-you couldn’t lose him.

“Sure! Why not?” You grinned, Denki handing you his hand to help you get up. He pulled you up with that surprising amount of strength he had-all that hero training had given him a lot of control and power in his body, something you admired as well as secretly fawned over.

His hand was warm and calloused against yours, Denki praying to god you weren’t feeling how sweaty he was. He was extremely nervous-because you had no idea what he was planning.

After spending every day after school working on this scholarship with you, he had realized he couldn’t hide his feelings for you anymore-every time you touched him, even if it was just a light brush on his skin, made him feel like he was short circuiting. Everytime you smiled at him it made his head race, and everytime he got to hold you made his heart soar. He couldn’t bear the idea of you being with anyone but him-it would crush him if you were someone else and he didn’t even at least try to win you over. He knew the consequences of him revealing his true feelings-he could lose you as his best friend-but he was ready to risk that. He was ready to risk it all just for the chance to call you his.

“You ready for the best night of your life??” He chuckled cheerfully, trying to be as cheery as possible.

You laughed, loving the infectious way Kaminari could be so happy and bright, your cheeks warm as he still held firmly onto your hand.

“Let me get my stuff-and we’ll get this ‘Best Night’ going,” you smiled, sadly letting go of his hand so you could grab your wallet and quickly freshen up from dancing.

Kaminari sighed, missing your smaller hand in his-but if this night went how he hoped it would, it would be more common. He had been planning this night for weeks-he had wanted to take you out somewhere nice sooner, to ask you if you’d be his, but you were so worried over your dance routine that he didn’t want to bombard you with his emotions. It was never in Kaminari’s nature to be patient, but for you, he made an exception and did his best to keep in his emotions. He was practically exploding at this point, annoying all of Baku Squad now with all his questions-like where to take you, what to do, how to drop the question. Mina has been the most supportive, helping to plan the whole stunt while Sero and Kirishima added in their own ideas. But now Mina would exasperatedly tell him to just “trust his instincts”, Bakugo grumbling how much of an idiot he was.

But how was supposed to “trust his instincts”- half the time his “instincts” got him in trouble or hurt. He shoved his hands into his joggers, willing his racing heart to go at a steadier best.. He had to calm down-if he didn’t this night would never go well.

“ice cream?” You asked, looking at the outside of the vintage red building. “Isn’t this a little fancy for late night food?”

“Where’s you expect us to go,” he laughed nervously, “Taco Bell?”

You shrugged, a little confused-Kaminari was the biggest foodie for fast food-anything with a sodium content that could inflate you like a balloon was all he ever ate. So him actually wanting to go eat somewhere relatively nice was a shock to you.

“Well, kinda yeah…”

You stepped inside, a cool blast of chilly air freezing your still hot skin. The inside was just like an old school ice cream parlor-dainty 50s music played, the fluorescent lights making the black and white tiles of the floor gleam like bright stars. The walls were adorned with memorabilia from many years ago, making it feel like you stepped back in time.

“Oh my god Kaminari,” you gasped, “where did you even find this place?? It’s adorable!”

He beamed like a happy puppy who did his first trick correctly-he had a hunch you would like the place after scrounging the web for hours for an interesting place to take you, but was so worried you wouldn’t like it at all.

“Cmon babe, I knew you well enough!” He joked, his cheeks red-he always called you babe, it was a simple and innocent pet name he had for you, but now with his intentions to make your relationship more intimate it was almost crossing a line.

Your cheeks were red too, that bittersweet word making your spine tingle. You loved it when he called you ‘babe’, but you didn’t expect him to like you back like you did-it reminded you that someday he’d be calling someone else that, and it stung. You brushed it off, trying not to pay attention to the resounding thumping in your chest.

You walked in, your face in awe by the adorable beauty of the parlor, Kaminari staring at you dreamily. You looked so cute when you were completely in shock-oh crap, you just smiled at him-he felt his head spin from that small gesture-Geez you’d be the end of him.

“What do you think you’re gonna get Kami?” You asked, his face in a daze.

“Huh?” He shook his head, his long locks shimmering in the lights. “Oh-uh-I don’t know! Everything looks really good…”

He stuffed his hand in his pockets, looking around the store. He could care less what he ate-he just needed to find the perfect place to sit...somewhere secluded but not so far away that you got creeped out being that alone with him..:he didn’t want you thinking he was taking you on a date prematurely. He continued to look around, until his eyes fell upon a group of very strangely dressed teens.

He cranes his head to get a better look at them.

They looked kinda familiar…

His heart jumped painfully-all of them were wearing black hoodies, the girl with painfully noticeable pink skin wearing sunglasses, two of the boys wearing fake mustaches, and the other one was pouting like a certain hothead he knew-

“You gotta be kidding me.”

He anxiously looked around, hoping against hope his group of friends didn’t bring anybody else-to his relief everyone else he saw were complete strangers. Then he turned to you, and to his relief, you were still looking at the menu and debating what to buy.

“Hey,um , I gotta go use the bathroom-“ he said hastily, “Ill be back before you know it!”

“Hm?” You hummed, “Okay Kami-“

You turned around, and were met with an empty space next to you-he had seemingly disappeared.

As you were trying to figure out how the living hell Kaminari had left so quickly, he was dodging other customers in the building, making a beeline to his friends, who were enjoying little bowls of slightly melted ice cream.

“What the hell are all doing here?!” He asked accusingly, placing both his hands on the wooden table.

“Omg hey Kami!” Mina greeted, ignoring the look of annoyance on his face. “You’re kinda late-you said you were gonna take y/n here at 10:30, it’s already been like an hour!”

“Wait- you’ve been waiting here?! Why?!”

Sero grinned at his friend.

“You looked pretty nervous when you were talking about asking y/n out earlier, so we decided to come to support you-“

“And make sure you don’t screw it up!” Mina interjected loudly, popping a red cherry off of Bakugo’s sundae into her mouth.

Kaminari shook his head, his mind racing-this was not good, not good at all. They were going to make this so much worse-you were going to see them, they would accidentally let it slip that he was trying to ask you out on a date-the possibilities were endless of how this could end disasterdly.

“Dude, Kami-chill our alittle, you're gonna scare y/n if you're sweating so much,” Kirishima said softly, noting the terror glossing Kaminaris eyes.

“Well, if a certain group of friends weren’t sabotaging a certain very special night for me, I would t be sweating so much in the first place!” He yelled accusingly, gaining a shocked look from his friends.

Kaminari sighed, wracking a hand through his golden locks, willing himself to calm down.

“Look guys, I appreciate the gesture, but I can handle this, just-“

Mina slammed her hand down gently, standing up at eye level with Kaminari.

“No! I am one of y/n’s closest friend and one of your only gal friends,” she stated, “you two are meant for each other and I know it! So I am not going to sit here knowing there is a slight chance your chaotic ass is going to screw this up!”

Mina gave a stern look to Kami, his eyes going wide.

“I think what Mina is trying to say is she just wants to look out for you-we all do!” Kirishima grinned nervously, taking Mina shoulder gently, setting her back in her seat.

“Just Don’t fucking mess this up,” Bakugo grunted in a sulk. “I could care less if you get with her-I just don’t want to hear your whining after she says no because you screwed up.”

“Aww look Bakugo actually cares!” Sero laughed, gaining a death glare from Bakugo himself.

Kirishima turned to Kaminari, flashing him a toothy grin.

“You're gonna do great man-just be kind to her, respect her boundaries, and you should be good to go!”

Mina smiles devilishly, lowering her red heart shaped glasses slightly.

“I have been shipping you two since day one, so I am going to sit my pretty pink self and make sure I get a front row seat to give you emotional support-as well as take some cute pics!”

Kaminari grinned weakly-his friends could be a pain but he knew deep down they meant well.

“Go get her tiger!” She squealed, earning a hush from Sero as Kaminari went back to you, 10 times more nervous than before.

The rest of the night surprisingly went smoother than he thought-he had paid for you guys food (something you had tried to stop him to do, but he had stuffed his credit card into the chip reader before you could). You then found a place to sit, Kaminari breathing a sigh of relief when you didn’t even notice the group of embarrassingly annoying teens that were eyeing your every move. Kirishima threw him a thumbs up, the mustache still glued to his face as Kaminari gave him a tiny grin. He had made sure you sat on the side of the booth where your back would face away from his friends, his eyes focusing between your smiling face and the smug looks Bakusquad was throwing him.

You two talked about everything and anything- from school to your own futures to hobbies to really anything that came to your minds. Kaminari started to relax slightly, acting silly and laughing constantly as he usually was around you. He loved seeing your face light up when you got excited, or how your sweet laugh just burst out of you with ease. If dating you would feel this good, he would never want anyone else. Everything was still normal, and you didn’t suspect a thing-or at least he didn’t think you suspected anything. You two had just finished your ice creams, still in the middle of a conversation but ready to leave. Kaminari’s heart quickened, his nerves resurfacing as his phone suddenly buzzed.

Bakugo: Hey dunce face hurry it up I should be sleeping by now

Sero: Ahhahah Bakugo past his bedtime?

Bakugo: shut up Soy Sauce before I burn that look off ur face!

Kirishima: Alright lets calm down a little

Sero: Yeah once he gets his bottle before bedtime

Bakugo: I WILL RIP YOU FACE OFF

Mina: Stop it! So when are you asking the question?

Kaminari: I dont know just give me a sec

Mina: well hurry it up it’s getting late and I think it’s getting to Bakugo’s head

That’s when he heard Bakugo begin to start yelling, his eyes wide with fear as the ash blonde’s hood feel off as he aggressively yelled at his friends. All of Baku Squad immediately piled on top of him, forcing him to sit down, which only made him angrier.

To Kaminaris horror, you had heard the ruckus too, turning around to see what was going on.

Before you could fully look, he grabbed your hand, desperate to keep you from seeing his chaotic friends.

“Y/n wait-“

Your heart raced instantly, feeling his hand in yours. It was warm, calloused yet soft at the same time-it felt perfect against your own, and you relished the slight buzz of electricity coming from it.

Kaminari noticrd the shock on your face, wondering why until he realized he was holding your hand, heat rising to his cheeks.

It was now or never at this point.

He sighed, realizing now was the best time to tell you.

“Y/n-I-Ive liked you for a long time. Like-a lot-more than just a friend. I tried to ignore it, but-it just seems impossible. Your the only girl I can think about, and-I-Just-I was hoping, if it was alright with you, if I could make you mine...and ask you out on a date?”

You stared at him in complete disbelief, your eyes wide. How was this even happening? He had feelings for you-was this a dream?

Kaminari took your silence the wrong way, beginning to ramble.

“You don’t have to If you don’t want to-I get it we can just continue to be friends and you can forget all about me saying anything about-“

“Kami, I would love to go on a date with you...I’ve actually felt the same for a really long time,” you blushed, your fingers brushing his skin.

“You have?!” Now it was his to be in shock, his skin turning a tomato red as he yelled in surprise.

You giggled at his outburst, reaching for his hand again as you jumped out of the booth.

“Wanna start heading out?”

“Uh-uh sure!” He stammered, nervous again to grab your hand but loving how it felt in his own.

As you two began to leave, you were stopped by none other than Bakusquad themselves.

“Oh hey guys!” You waved, your hands still interlocked with Denki’s.

“Hey girlie!” Mina ran over giving you a quick hug, taking note of your rosy cheeks and intertwined hands.

“Whoa-so you two are a thing now-would have never guessed that!'' She said over enthusiastically, sending a wink to Kaminari.

“I’m so happy for you guys!” Kirishima yelled happily. “And I’m really glad it all worked out!”

You looked at Kaminari, his cheeks growing redder-did they know something about all this?

“Uh-what that’s supposed to-“

“Welp it was great talking to you guys!” Kamianri yelled out quickly , “but I think it’s time for us to head out, so-we’ll see you tomorrow!”

Kaminari rushes you out, the snickers of Baku Squad getting quieter as he took you out the door.

Even if he was embarrassed by his friends, he couldn’t get over the fact that you had said “yes”, and he just couldn’t stop smiling by that.

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spaceskam · 4 years

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Draft #4 and #41? Are they too different to combine? Maybe a 5+1 fic.... 5 times Michael explores his queerness and 1 time he and Alex go all out to a queer club (in ABQ or LV or LA)? 😉😃😘

freedom has no price

here it be! I’m super proud of this (with the exception of the last part but we can’t all be winners) and a special thanks to @draculaspetbee for helping me out with the 4th part! hope you enjoy!

ao3

.1.

Wind combed through Alex’s hair, but it only slightly made his bottle of nail polish wobble in its place in the bed of Michael’s truck. The two had been laying there for hours in the presence of each other. Regardless of how hot New Mexico summers could get, the desert was the best place for them to be. No one could spot them out there. The last thing they needed was someone telling Alex’s dad that they were still seeing each other, even when they knew he’d be leaving for God knows where in less than a month specifically so he wouldn’t be around Michael.

But Alex enjoyed being around Michael even though he was risking some dangerous consequences. Even if being around Michael consisted of watching him read a tattered up textbook he borrowed from the library on quantum mechanics. Alex was growing to love that stupid book though. Every 10 minutes or so, he would sit up dramatically and announce something Alex hardly understood, excitement radiating off his body like a teenage girl who’d just gotten a text from her crush. Alex then got to watch him collapse into his sleeping bags and read some more with big, engaged eyes. Michael didn’t seem to mind the fact that he couldn’t move his left hand whenever he had Alex and a book in proximity. It gave Alex a fuzzy feeling in his stomach.

“Y’know, Alex,” Michael suddenly said, taking Alex’s eyes away from his nails. They were dry for the most part since he’d only been touching them up. “I think you’re the only guy in the world who can pull makeup off that well.” Alex cracked a smile, gently using his socked foot to nudge his thigh.

“That’s just not true,” he laughed. Michael pursed his lips, resting his head on the book as he stared up at Alex.

“Okay, maybe not, but you definitely pull it off the best,” Michael decided. Alex shook his head, unable to take his eyes off the boy he felt ungodly blessed for knowing. Michael made him feel like he was safe and wanted and Alex was drunk on it every time he looked his way.

“I don’t know, I think you’d look sexy in makeup.” Michael’s cheeks flared up a bright red and he turned his nose towards the book, trying to hide the sheepishly smile.

“Shut up,” he whispered. Alex was sure his heart skipped a beat and he was overcome with the urge to make sure that smile didn’t go anywhere. He leaned closer, placing his hand on the back of Michael’s thigh.

“Nah, seriously. I mean, you’re already sexy as hell, but… some eyeliner? Mascara? Maybe even paint your nails? Fuck, Guerin, you’d be…” Alex tried to find the right word to make him squirm as he cautiously inched his hand further up. Michael was chewing on his lip, staring at Alex with daring eyes.

Michael was always unpredictable. Sometimes he seemed to be the nerdiest and most innocent boy in the world. He’d blush, he’d giggle at neck kisses, he’d occasionally prefer to ramble about physics in lieu of making out if not at the same time. However, other times, he’d basically be possessed by a trained seducer. He’d smirk and flash the most challenging eyes in the world, he’d tease in a way that made Alex forget his own name, he’d lure a side of him out he didn’t know existed. He dreaded the idea of leaving it all behind.

“You know, you can… you can do my makeup whenever you want,” Michael said. Alex moved his hand to the small of Michael’s back.

“Well, I have a few things in my bag if you’re tired of psychics,” Alex suggested. Michael sat up.

“Okay,” he said, letting his physics book fall to the wayside.

Alex was a little shocked that he was actually willing to let him put makeup on him, but he sorted through his bag anyway. The idea of making his manly, psychics-loving mechanic boyfriend all pretty with eye shadow and lipstick had him feeling giddy. He never thought Michael would let him.

After screwing the top back on his nail polish, he scooted closer to Michael with his makeup bag in his lap. It wasn’t a big collection and he definitely planned to have more one day, but this would do for now. Michael grabbed his knees and pulled him basically into his lap, smiling as Alex made himself comfortable.

“First of all, we need to get this out of the way,” Alex said, using his fingers to try and push Michael’s curls away from his face. However, it didn’t work very well as they just bounced right back into place. So, he fished in his bag and pulled out a bobby pin, securing the thick curls out of his face as best he could. “You’re so cute.”

“You’re cuter.”

“No, I’m not.”

“I’m not arguing with you about this, accept that I’m right and close those pretty eyes,” Alex instructed. Michael licked his bottom lip before listening. Alex dried it with his thumb which earned a content sigh from his boyfriend.

They fell silent as Alex pulled out the small eye shadow palette Maria had gotten him for his birthday. He used his middle finger to put the gold color on his eyelids. Michael was a calm participant, hardly flinching even when Alex lined his eyes with black eyeliner.

“The first time I put on makeup, I flinched like fifty times,” Alex commented.

“I was Isobel’s test dummy the summer before freshman year. Those were never good looks,” Michael said. Alex huffed a laugh.

“Well, I’m doing my best to make you look decent,” he insisted.

“I trust your skills more than I trust 14-year-old Isobel’s,” Michael admitted. Alex just hummed in response and chose not to focus on that compliment, pulling out his mascara.

“Blink for me,” Alex instructed softly. Michael did as he said until his eyelashes were evenly coated. He couldn’t help but smile at his work. He was right, add a little something and he would look fucking gorgeous. He couldn’t help but kiss him.

“Mmm,” Michael hummed, trying to follow when he pulled away. Alex held him in place.

“One more thing, open your mouth.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice.”

Alex rolled his eyes and searched for his gold-colored lipstick that he admittedly spent his first paycheck on. It was so pretty that he just couldn’t help himself even though he knew he’d never have an excuse to use it. Now felt like the perfect excuse.

Alex held Michael’s jaw and carefully coated Michael’s bottom lip with it.

“Now rub your lips together like this,” Alex said, showing him what he meant and watching him messily copy. Alex spent a few seconds touching it up and then leaned back, taking in his full face. “That’s a really good color on you.”

“Thank you,” Michael answered even though he didn’t even know what it was. Alex sort of wished he knew more about makeup if only to do his face even more justice.

“Wanna see?”

“Yeah.”

Alex pulled out a compact mirror and gave it to him, watching him open it to look at himself. Michael stared at himself and blinked a few times as if he didn’t know how to react.

“Do you like it?” Alex asked softly.

“Yeah,” Michael answered.

He kept sneaking peeks at his reflection for the rest of the evening. Alex didn’t say anything.

.2.

“I think you would look good in a dress.”

“Mmm, I don’t know about that.”

Cassie Anderson had met Michael Guerin the way she met most boys that were too pretty to make sense: at a bar that was so run down that he seemed to glow in comparison. She’d seen him shooting pool and had bought him a drink. She didn’t realize that would lead to her spending seven nights in a row with him in her bed, trying anything she asked with the utmost respect.

It was strange to have a twenty-year-old boy be simultaneously really good in bed, really gorgeous, and respectful as hell. It made her much more comfortable asking for things than she usually was with men she’d only known for a week. She liked that.

“Why not, have you ever worn a dress?” she asked, rolling onto her stomach to look at him. He was still laid out on the bed with limbs splayed in every direction, face entirely blissed out. As masculine as he was, he took a strap like a champ.

“No,” he said, tilting his head in her direction with that sweet little smile he wore whenever he was willing to entertain whatever she wanted, “But I’m not really built to fit in one.”

“I bet I could find one in my closet that would fit you,” Cassie suggested. He blinked slowly and then started to turn his body toward her.

“Oh yeah?” he said. She smiled at him, wide and confident. She reached over and placed her hand on his slightly hairy stomach, rubbing just enough to get that content little sigh from him.

“I know you like being macho, but you’re pretty too,” she said. Michael rubbed his eyes and nodded.

“Okay, I’ll entertain your vision,” Michael said, “On one condition.”

“What?” Cassie asked, already smiling as she sat up.

“It stays between me and you. No making fun of me to your next boy toy, alright?” he said, voice playful as he sat up.

“Of course,” she agreed easily. He grinned and leaned in for a kiss that she accepted. In her 26 years of living, she’d never met a man so down for whatever. She would be sad to see him go whenever this eventually had to end. However, she liked the idea that he’d stay a fun memory.

Cassie climbed out of bed and headed to her closet, searching for something that had some type of lace-up to cinch to his waist. She was a little bit bigger than he was and a little bit taller, so that felt like a necessity. She found one that was floral against black and a string lacing up the back. Perfect.

She brought it to him as he laid all posed on her bed. She rolled her eyes before grabbing his hand and pulling him to his feet, relishing in his light-hearted laughter. He was so cute it was hard to manage sometimes. How the hell had she gotten him to come back so many nights in a row, again?

“Raise your arms,” she instructed. Michael smirked.

“You gonna dress me up, Mama?”

“Shut the fuck up,” she laughed. He obeyed though that shit-eating grin never left his face, letting her pull the dress over his head. It was a little tight over his broad shoulders, but not so tight he couldn’t lift his arms so it felt like a win. “Turn around.”

Cassie tightened it to his waist, creating a faux hour-glass figure that his shitty jeans could never. When she spun him back around to face her, she took a step back to admire him. As expected, he was fucking gorgeous.

“You look hot,” she said. He smiled helplessly. “No, seriously, you’re so pretty.”

“I’m not.”

“Look, come see,” she urged, pulling him towards the body length mirror. She continued to admire him and felt a familiar heat pool in her stomach as she watched him admire himself. He twisted a bit in the mirror, a different shade of confidence on his face. Suddenly it wasn’t just confidence about his behavior, but about how he looked. “See, you’re gorgeous.”

“Maybe,” Michael agreed, biting on his bottom lip. She grabbed his hips gently and he leaned into her. “Okay, so maybe I’m pretty.”

Cassie laughed and moved her hand to tilt his chin for a kiss. He folded into it, turning around to press himself into her and deepen the kiss. She smiled through it, her hands wandering and pushing up the skirt of the dress to feel the skin of his thigh.

“You’re so pretty,” she breathed.

“I feel pretty,” he agreed.

If they played dress-up for a few more nights before going back to being strangers, no one needed to know.

.3.

“Your skin is smooth.”

“Yeah because I shave and use moisturizer, take the lesson.”

Benny Giuliani had been pretty entranced with Michael Guerin the moment he saw him. He may or may not have gone to get his car fixed for dumb things five times before ever asking if he might be interested. He found it hard to guess those kinds of things and, eventually, Michael had to do the actual asking. Benny had simply sat there fumbling over ‘well, you see, is there any way you might be, like, I don’t know’. He accepted the teasing Michael gave him for it with ease.

“I didn’t know guys could shave,” Michael breathed, hands still roaming over his arms and his chest as he kissed his neck. Benny tried not to get too distracted by it, but it was admittedly difficult. He liked him so much.

“I used to be a bodybuilder,” Benny told him, “It was sort of a requirement. I like how it feels, though, so I kept it up.”

“Mmm,” Michael hummed, biting gently on his shoulder and soothing it with a wet kiss. Why had he waited so long to come out? He could’ve had cute boys kissing on him way earlier. How had he gone 30 years without men and then three more years without this one in particular? “I’ve thought about it.”

“I-I could teach you,” Benny offered, gulping softly as Michael pressed hard into back and kissed his neck. God, how did anyone focus?

“That sounds like the least sexy thing you could teach me,” he said in a low voice, pushing into his back harder. Benny laughed, catching him before he basically toppled them both off the bed. He pulled Michael around him to where he was sitting on his lap. He instantly went in for a kiss.

“Does everything I teach you need to be sexy?” Benny asked against his lips. Michael hummed and rubbed Benny’s bearded cheek, grinding his hips down just enough to be distracting. “I can teach you how to shave, one gay guy to another.”

Michael broke the kiss and leaned back.

“I’m not gay,” Michael said. Benny’s eyebrows met in the middle in confusion.

“Then what are you?”

“I’m...” Michael started, pausing for a moment as the gears turned in his head. Benny waited patiently. How could a man who so confidently hit on him in public not be gay? “I’m Michael. I don’t do labels. I like what I like.”

“But you like men,” Benny pointed out.

“You’re only the second guy I’ve been with, I usually hook up with women,” Michael said. Benny’s stomach dropped and insecurity he hadn’t felt in awhile built in his stomach. “But I do like you, I like hooking up with you. I just… I’m not gay.”

Instead of dwelling on the topic that made him want to throw up in confusion, he chose to backpedal in favor of a different, lighter conversation.

“I can still teach you how to shave,” Benny said, reaching up to touch his face. He was so… small. He couldn’t be upset about how he chose to label himself when he was still so young. Twenty-three was too young to know anything, right? “I bet you’d like the way it feels.”

Michael breathed in deep and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to his mouth.

“Okay,” Michael agreed, “Teach me.”

Benny lifted him off the bed and carried him towards the bathroom which earned him nothing but sweet giggles. It melted most of his worries about Michael’s intentions with him, but he still tried not to get too attached at the way he was holding onto him.

He sat Michael onto the counter and tried to let go, but was pulled in for a kiss that lasted a little longer than he expected. He didn’t complain, completely entranced by the way he kissed and the way he existed. Michael was a closed book who refused to tell him really anything about his personal life. Benny didn’t know where he lived or what he did for fun. He didn’t know who his family was or about his childhood or about his sexual history. He didn’t share. He was just kind and willing to do whatever and it was hard not to be attracted to that.

Eventually, Benny separated from him and pulled out a pack of disposable razors and grabbed a fresh one. Michael was leaned back against the mirror, watching him with a smile and half-lidded eyes. He always looked at him like that, like every move he made was something worth watching. It made it even harder to understand how he didn’t consider himself gay.

“You wanna take off your pants? It’ll make it easier,” Benny suggested. Michael smirked that filthy fucking smirk.

“Sounds like you have an ulterior motive,” he said. Benny smiled and shook his head, hoping his beard covered up the fact that his face was turning red. “Don’t worry, Daddy, I listen well.”

Yeah, the beard definitely didn’t hide the blush well enough.

It took a few minutes, but soon he was showing Michael just how to shave his legs. Then it led to his arms and his chest, basically leaving his entire body so smooth that even he couldn’t help but touch. He was in nothing but his tight black boxer briefs, his tan skin glistening with water. The only hair left on his body was basically covered, only showing with a line coming from those boxers and the wrecked mass of curls on his head. He looked like a fucking god.

“I think I look pretty,” Michael acknowledged. Benny watched him drag his hand over his own chest, watched him look at himself in the mirror with nothing but intrigue. He stared at himself and his hand gradually got lower, his briefs so tight that Benny thought it had to hurt. He swallowed hard and took a grounding breath.

Benny pulled out his favorite lotion and gave it to him.

“Seriously, it’ll change your life,” Benny told him. Michael just tilted his head, pouting slightly as he laid against the mirror again.

“Why can’t you do it for me?” he asked softly.

So he did.

Their time together only lasted a few days, but Michael stayed on Benny’s mind for years.

.4.

“Incoming.”

Riley looked over their shoulder at the warning the bartender, Maria, gave, trying not to roll their eyes at the man coming their way. He walked with an all too confident swagger and leaned against the bar, eyes not even trying to pretend they had another destination aside from Riley.

“Never seen you before,” he said, tilting his head to the side. Maria laughed at him and slid him a drink that he didn’t even have to ask for.

“Don’t fall for his shit, Riley,” she said before walking away. The guy just smiled and Riley decided to entertain him at the very least. There was nothing better to do in this shit town.

“Riley, huh?” he asked. They nodded and took a sip of their drink. “I’m Michael.”

“And you also apparently have a reputation.”

Michael simply grinned, baring his teeth in a way that said he knew exactly what the hell he was doing. “Maybe.”

Riley finished off their drink, wondering just how many people had boosted his confidence for him to think he was charming through a simple smile. Granted, he was charming through a simple smile, but he didn’t need to know that. Riley shifted to face him completely.

“So, you new around here?” he asked. Riley smiled easily, tilting their head to the side to match Michael’s.

“Is that the best pick-up line you have? That’s kinda sad,” they said. Michael’s smile broke out into something wider, rubbing his hand over his chin.

“You got me there,” he said. Riley sat patiently as his eyes looked them up and down as slow as humanly possible. They had to admit it, they liked that. Confidence truly was key. Michael moved just a little closer, not even paying any mind to his drink. “But it still doesn’t answer why I haven’t seen you before. I’m pretty sure I’d notice.”

Riley reached out and grabbed the drink that was meant for him, enjoying the amusement in his eyes when they took a sip. It was fun to make him wait.

“I moved here for work,” they answered eventually.

“What do you do?”

“I’m a mechanical engineer in the army,” they said. Something flashed behind his eyes that they couldn’t quite catch before it was hidden away again.

“You must make a lot of money then,” Michael said. Riley huffed a laugh, shaking their head at him.

“That’s not something I share with strangers.”

“Let’s not be strangers then.”

“Okay,” Riley agreed, “Let’s not.”

Michael licked his lips and moved closer, fully entering Riley’s personal space. Honestly, they didn’t mind. In fact, they liked it. He was cute and he was interested. Maybe he wasn’t the best idea, but no one around could convince them that it was the worst either. What else could one ask for in a one-night stand?

“So, what’s this for?” Michael asked, reaching out to touch the flag patch on the right sleeve of their jacket. He made eye contact to clear that it was okay to touch which was more than Riley could say about most people that hit on them.

“It’s a pride flag,” Riley told him, “It means I’m non-binary.”

Michael nodded slowly, eyes only a little confused. “Which means…”

“It means I don’t really fit into the whole gender binary thing,” they said. He nodded a little more confidently and smiled, his hand still on their arm as he seemed to fit the pieces together in his mind.

“Cool,” he said, his hand sliding a little further down to a different patch, “So then what’s this one?”

“I’m also bisexual,” they told him. Michael’s eyebrows pulled together and he continued to stare and, honestly, it was weird that that was the one that caused his brain to short-circuit. “It means I like all genders, by the way.”

“Yeah,” he breathed, tilting his head up to look at them with an actual serious look on his face. “So, like, how did you know?”

“That I’m non-binary?”

“No, that you’re bisexual,” he said, not moving out of their close proximity despite the fact that the tone had completely changed. Riley just tilted their head in confusion, waiting for him to add more of a question. In the grand scheme of things, their sexuality had seemed to be the most obvious thing. They liked boys, girls, etc. Simple as that. “Like, when did you realize that’s what it was? And not that it was something else.”

“Well, labels are pretty subjective, so it depends. Why?” Riley asked. Michael looked at them in the eyes, still confused and curious all at once.

“Okay, so, say I’ve slept with women and men. Does that make me bisexual?” he wondered. Riley held back a sigh. So much for a one-night stand.

“I don’t know, do you think it makes you bisexual?” they said. Michael just stared blankly at them. “I can’t tell you what you feel. Did you like being with both men and women?”

“Yeah.”

“So, maybe you are,” Riley said, which was the first thing to make Michael take a sobering step away. This time they actually did sigh. “Or maybe you’re pansexual. It’s really up to you on what fits the best to the way you feel.”

“That’s stupid, I want someone to just tell me,” he grumbled. Riley rolled their eyes and laughed. It seemed to bring a little bit of ease back into the conversation. “Say I was bisexual. That means…”

“That you’re not alone in the way you feel and whoever you’re attracted to is completely valid, you just have a word for it now,” Riley finished. Michael smiled at them and, again, moved in closer. Maybe the door for a one-night stand wasn’t closed.

“You’re pretty cool,” he acknowledged.

“I knew that, but thanks,” they said. Michael snorted a laugh.

“No, but seriously. Thanks. I’ll have to look into it a little more,” he said. Riley nodded.

“You should.”

“But, for now,” Michael said, leaning just a little bit closer, “What do you say we get out of here?”

“I want you to know that was the worst build-up I’ve ever seen,” Riley told him. Michael smiled, big and unashamed. “But I’m not in the mood to say no, so let’s go.”

The two of them made it all the way to Riley’s truck before Michael moved in all the way, kissing them finally. They knotted their hands in his shirt and pulled him in closer for a biting kiss. He seemed to fold into that, willingly being pushed into the side of the truck.

“I know I didn’t give much of a build-up, but I can give you one now,” Michael said in a breathy tone between kisses, “You’re really fucking hot.”

Riley grinned and kissed him harder. “I know.”

Michael laughed, “It’s okay. I already know I’m hot.”

“I’m sure you do.”

It took awhile, but they eventually made it back to Riley’s place. They spent the night talking and fucking until the sun rose before agreeing to see each other again. That one-night stand turned into a four-night stand before tapering off into just nodding to each other in public.

Yeah, Michael Guerin absolutely wasn’t a bad idea.

.5.

Alex pulled Michael into a damn near suffocating hug when he saw him again.

It was Alex’s twenty-sixth birthday and he’d just signed his life away for another four years, but that didn’t even matter if he got to be home with Michael again for a few days. He missed him like life itself. How the hell had he gone so long without him?

“I missed you,” he whispered against his neck, pressing a kiss there for extra measure. Michael squeezed him tight right back. They stayed there for a while in that goddamn airport just hugging the life out of each other because they could.

“Let’s go,” Michael murmured, “I wanna go home.”

Alex agreed without hesitation.

The drive home was agonizingly long and quiet, but Alex stayed tucked as close to Michael’s side as he could. He knew if anyone around here saw him, a man in uniform, cuddled up to a man that looked like Michael, they’d both get the dirtiest looks. So he closed his eyes.

“Hey, you know you mean the world to me, right?” Michael asked, so soft that Alex barely heard it. But he did and he smiled, pressing in closer.

“Yeah.”

“So, can I tell you something I figured out while you were gone?” Michael continued, voice still hesitant and soft.

“Yeah, anything,” Alex agreed, reaching for the hand he didn’t have on the steering wheel. He cradled it between both of his encouragingly. He wasn’t quite sure what Michael was preparing to say, but he was open to whatever he had to say. Honestly, he just liked hearing him talk. He missed him so much it hurt sometimes.

“Okay, so you know how we agreed we could hook up with whoever while we’re apart?” Michael said. Alex opened his eyes and tried to ignore the sick feeling he felt because of that. He tried to school his features as best he could and pushed away the urge to think of the worst case scenario.

Instead of asking what he did, Alex said, “Yeah.”

Michael took a deep breath and pulled over into the desert, putting the truck in park and turning to face Alex completely. Alex had no idea what to expect and was beginning to get nervous. He played the last thirty minutes over in his mind. Michael hadn’t kissed him hello, but they never did, but did that mean something bad this time? Were they over? Had he found someone new?

“I don’t know how to preface this, so I’m just going to come right out and say it,” Michael said, letting out another heavy breath, “I’m bisexual.”

Alex felt his entire body deflate and he put his hand over his racing heart with a laugh, trying to calm himself down over that frankly miniscule reveal.

“You scared the shit out of me framing it like that, you know?” Alex said. He realized that was probably the wrong reaction when he noticed that Michael hadn’t moved, staring at him with nervousness written all over his face. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“You’re not mad at me?” he asked softly. Alex felt like he had whiplash from that statement, sitting up straight and turning to face him completely.

“What? Why would I be mad at you, baby?” Alex said, softening his voice as he reached up to caress his cheek. Michael still seemed reluctant to buy it. “Hey, what’s going on?”

“I said I’m bisexual,” he repeated, “I’m not joking.”

“I don’t think you’re joking,” Alex assured him, trying to figure out where he’d gone wrong. It wasn’t that hard to figure out. He moved closer. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh. I just thought it was something serious.”

“I am serious.”

Alex stared at him for a moment, took in his face and the almost fear in his eyes. For a moment he hadn’t even considered that he might be feeling the way Alex did when he came out to someone new. Bisexuality just didn’t seem like as much of a problem, especially when you were talking to someone you were already sleeping with and, for the most part, people wouldn’t think anything of it. He could pass as straight or gay with no problem depending on the occasion.

And that was the problem. He was beginning a never-ending cycle of coming out over and over and over to whoever he spoke to.

“Why would I be mad at you for that?” Alex asked again, shaking his head. Michael shrugged.

“Some people don’t like that.”

“Well fuck them. Thank you so much for telling me,” Alex said, scooting even closer to the point he was almost in his lap, “I’m sorry I laughed. You didn’t laugh when you found out I was gay, I’m sorry. I just really thought you were going to say something bad so it was sort of a relief.”

Michael took a deep breath, closing his eyes and resting his head against his. Alex cradled his head in his hands.

“It’s okay.”

“I don’t want you feeling like you can’t tell me things. Seriously, thank you for telling me,” Alex told him, “Have you told anyone else?”

Michael shrugged. “The person who taught me the word, but that’s it. I wanted to tell you first because I figured you’d be a safe person to tell.”

“Well, yeah, I don’t care what you are as long as you’re happy,” Alex told him, weaving his fingers into his hair, “I’m sorry I laughed.”

Instead of talking more about that, Michael moved in for a kiss. Alex accepted happily, pulling him in closer. He missed kissing him more than he could even put words to. He missed him. He dreaded the fact that he had to leave him again. One day, he wouldn’t have to. One day, they could be together.

“You sure you’re okay with it?” Michael asked one more time. Alex smiled.

“I’m more than okay with it,” he told him, pulling him back in for a kiss, “How does it feel, though? Coming out of a closet you were never really in?”

Michael laughed, a genuine sound that was so, so much better than the nervousness of before. Alex kissed him again through it. He never wanted to let go.

“Good,” he said, “It feels good. Really good. A weight off my shoulders, honestly.”

“I love that for you,” Alex told him, giving him one last kiss, “Now let’s get home and celebrate for real.”

“I won’t argue with that.”

It was all fun and games until Alex admitted that he’d re-enlisted. He left a few weeks later, more unsure than ever about his and Michael’s relationship. But, hey, they’d gotten through shit before.

What was one more bump in the road?

"What are you doing?"

"What's it look like?"

Michael couldn’t help but admire Alex as he leaned in the doorway of the bathroom. He looked good as fuck, dressed head to toe in black with a leather jacket and tight jeans. His hair was growing out nice and perfect and Michael just adored him. But he had to take his eyes away to focus back on not cutting the area around his ankle.

"Why are you shaving your legs?" Alex asked, stepping in further and sitting down on the chair that was in front of the sink. Michael stole another glance. That was his boyfriend. His for-real-this-time boyfriend. Wasn’t that wild?

“Because we’re going out tonight,” Michael said like it was obvious. Which it was. Michael didn’t really try to keep it a secret anymore about what he did and didn’t like to do. After some trial and error in life, he’d realized that the best way to exist was to do exactly what he liked. So he shaved his legs and he wore a skirt and did his make-up when they went out to a club. He was out and proud and it felt good.

“Mhm, we are,” Alex confirmed, “We’re supposed to leave in ten minutes though and you’ve got a lot of getting ready left to do.”

Michael gave him an innocent smile before just pursing his lips for a kiss. Alex rolled his eyes and dragged the chair closer to the bathtub, leaning to give him a kiss before sitting back down.

“Isobel’s gonna be pissed that we’re late,” he pointed out.

“She’ll get over it,” Michael insisted. Alex huffed a laugh and shook his head.

“How about this, I’ll do your face while you finish up that? It’ll speed it up,” Alex suggested. Michael flashed a wide smile. He liked when Alex did his make-up. It made him feel like a teenager, confused and in love. Honestly, that’s how he felt around Alex most of the time anyway.

With a little bit of telekinetic energy, Michael brought his make-up collection to Alex’s lap. It was a bit of a team effort to do, but it did indeed pass the time. Granted, it also made Michael want to just pull him into the tub with him and kiss him until his lips were numb, but that could wait.

Eventually, they both finished and Michael dried off as carefully as possible. Alex just sat and watched which, honestly, Michael understood. He could watch Alex get dressed and undressed over and over for the rest of his life. Sometimes, he even liked watching himself get dressed and undressed. Alex didn’t seem to have a problem with that either.

Instead of wasting more time thinking about that or the fact that Isobel was already honking her horn outside, he got dressed in a short white skirt and a relatively loose, white button-up that was only about one step away from completely see-through. He tucked it into the skirt before double checking that his hair and face looked alright.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” Alex told him, coming up behind him and pressing a kiss to his neck.

“You always say that.”

“It’s always true.”

Michael turned around to kiss him, honestly wanting to just stay home at this point. He liked getting dressed up and he liked looking like a fucking wreck and Alex liked him regardless. It made him feel loved in a way that he couldn’t quite find the words for most of the time.

“Isobel is going to piss off my neighbors if we don’t go out there soon,” Alex murmured.

“Okay, okay,” Michael sighed, “Let’s go.”

It was strange to think that it had taken him so long to find exactly where his place in life was, especially since he’d honestly had right in the beginning. No matter what, Alex was a safe place to call home and explore and love. No judgement, just him. He couldn’t remember why he hadn’t seen that immediately. Or maybe he had. But, honestly, those what if’s it didn’t matter anymore.

He was happy .

Simple as that.

#malex #malex fic #michael guerin #michael guerin fic #roswell new mexico #my fic

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notapaladin · 3 years

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off to a world we call our own

sappy spring teocatl bullshit, ahoy! there is NO plot in this but there is plenty of fluff and smut.

also on AO3

The air is filled with flowers, and Acatl is in love.

If the Revered Speaker wishes a section of his garden set aside for his private use, where he can go and not be disturbed unless the world is ending, it will be done. And if he then wishes to take his High Priest for the Dead by the hand and tug him along the paths, laughing, to this spot...well, his High Priest isn’t going to tell him no. Teomitl is sprawled next to him on a cloak spread out over the still-damp grass, wearing only his loincloth and a slow, sweet smile. He plucks another cut chunk of cactus pear from its golden bowl, pops it into his mouth, chews, and swallows. As he licks his fingers clean, he asks, “Mm. More fruit?”

Acatl shakes his head, feeling the faint rattle of jade braided into his hair. Climbing vines dangle their fragrant flowers over where they lay, a riot of pinks and reds and pale golds; butterflies as orange as the cloak Teomitl had worn when they first met flutter idly around them. He barely notices them; he’s drawn irresistibly to the sight of that red tongue and those wet fingers. He has had his fill of fruit. Something warmer coils in the pit of his stomach now.

Teomitl must see it in his eyes; he kisses him, almost sticky-sweet, and trails his fingers along his bent knee. His voice is still that low, affectionate rumble. “Then...something else? No one will hear us here.”

“You are incorrigible,” he breathes, but he feels himself smiling. There are advantages to being profoundly in love with one’s Emperor, after all. This is a very private bower where they’ve spent their morning, and there are many ways two men reasonably in their prime can take advantage of it.

And Teomitl’s fingers are creeping up his thigh in a way that says he knows just how they can do that. “But you love it.”

“I do.” He wouldn’t be here if he didn’t; would never have taken Teomitl into his arms, into his heart, if the man’s spirit hadn’t drawn him in like the tide. When he thinks about how much Teomitl’s grown to mean to him—safety, warmth, trust, the boundaries standing firm as the walls of the Sacred Precinct—he has to actually close his eyes for a moment to contain his own feelings. My Emperor, he thinks, and then My beloved.

Then Teomitl kisses him again, slow and deep, and he’s not thinking anything at all. His hands slide into Teomitl’s thick, short hair, today left free of quetzal ornaments and even his crown, and Teomitl sighs against his mouth. His lips part at that sigh, opening for Teomitl’s questing tongue. It’s still gentle, still soft, but there’s a first thread of heat licking up his spine. Teomitl’s hand has wound up on his bare stomach. It’s not doing anything—just resting there—but he feels it like a brand.

“Mmmhm…” They don’t really need to pull away to breathe, not with as much practice kissing as they’ve had, so Teomitl’s hum of pleasure reverberates through them both. Acatl wants to hear it again; emboldened, he slides his hand slowly down Teomitl’s spine in the sort of broad flat caress that will always pull a shudder out of him. He’s not disappointed; Teomitl makes that sweet noise again, trembling, and the hand on Acatl’s stomach shifts downwards.

It’s his turn to moan then, toes curling. Want pulses in him like a second heart, and this time when Teomitl presses against him in an effortless slide—a leg over his hip, a hand gently tugging his hair, the solid muscle of his body against his—he lets himself be borne to the ground. The spread-out cloak under him is soft as a dream, even with the occasional prickle of grass under it. He notices it only in passing, too busy with the newfound opportunities this position grants him for touching Teomitl as they kiss. His lover’s body deserves to be fully appreciated.

Then Teomitl’s mouth leaves his for his throat, and he’s startled from his leisurely mapping of back muscles with a gasp. “Ah—Teo…”

Teomitl hums wickedly and nips at that spot again. It’s so light, barely even more than a suggestion of teeth, but it sends a hard jolt of desire through him. And with the way Teomitl’s half-straddling him, he can’t have failed to notice. “You don’t have to worry about making noise here.” There’s that quick, bright grin, the one that always makes him smile.

It makes him smile now, as a matter of fact, even as he murmurs back, “You’ll have us scare all the birds, love, including those pretty grackles of yours.” Those had been a surprise; Teomitl had brought back cages of them from the far south, saying in public that their feathers would be lovely for decoration and in private that they’d reminded him of the shine of Acatl’s hair. It had made him blush for a week, but by now he’s grown rather fond of their song.

Teomitl tilts his head as he considers this, and then he moves in a single fluid roll to sit astride his hips. Their loincloths suddenly seem to be far too much fabric. Acatl’s pulse pounds as his lover kisses him again, this time with hands in his hair in a way that tugs deliciously on his braids. When Teomitl draws back, his lips are red. “Stop my mouth, then,” he whispers.

He does. But licking into Teomitl’s mouth and running a hand down his spine doesn’t make him silent; each touch brings an appreciative gasp or a groan or a slow, rough grind of their erections against each other that has his hips bucking automatically and pulls an answering groan from his own throat. His nails dig into Teomitl’s hips a little harder than he’d meant to, but that too has Teomitl twitching in pleasure. His cock throbs, and the slowly building heat of his own lust makes his breath catch in his throat. He’d been lazy and content before. He still is, but now...oh, now he wants.

“Teomitl,” he whispers, rolling his hips and feeling Teomitl shudder in response. I want you, he thinks, and the only reason he doesn’t say it is that frankly he wants Teomitl in so many different ways that it’s hard sometimes for him to narrow down specifics.

Luckily, Teomitl has never been at a loss when it comes to expressing his desires. He always has ideas, and they’re always at least worth considering. Still, when he says, “I want to ride you,” Acatl has to suck in a hard breath.

They do it all the time, of course, but it’s different here with the perfume of the flowers around him, with the early afternoon sunlight striking fire where it touches their skin. Just thinking about it makes his cock jump. “Gods, yes.” His mouth is dry, but he doesn’t reach for more fruit to refresh himself. He can’t, not with the look in Teomitl’s eyes.

His lover is grinning at him as he undoes their loincloths, batting Acatl’s hands away when he tries to help. “I came prepared.”

“You always do.” He is bare and unashamed of it; shame has been pushed back into a very far, dark corner of his mind by the enormity of just how much he desires Teomitl. His lover’s battle scars gleam in the sun, and he reaches out to trace one curving over his thigh just to watch him draw in a breath.

“Because you taught me well.” Teomitl twists like an ahuitzotl to snatch up the jar of oil they’ve taken with them; it’s something to be savored, as is the light in his eyes when that jar is unsealed.

Acatl’s cock is certainly very interested in it. He props himself up on one elbow, reaching for the jar. “Let me—”

“No.” Teomitl pushes him back down gently. It’s not an order, but the heat in his gaze makes it a somewhat firmer suggestion than Acatl was expecting. He likes it. “You watch.”

He watches. He watches as Teomitl arches his back and reaches behind himself, legs spread a little wider, and slides one slick finger in. Watches as Teomitl’s breath hitches, as he lets it out in a breathy little moan. Watches as he adds another finger with what seems to be an entirely involuntary bounce of his hips, thighs flexing as he stretches himself open. Watches as he shudders, holds himself open, and clenches on a third finger with a sound almost like pain, pumping them in and out of himself once, twice—

And then he cracks. “Teomitl, please.” He’s so hard it almost hurts, so hard that when he slicks himself up he has to bite his lip and think of other things in a way he hasn’t had to since he was fifteen—or, to be honest, since the last time Teomitl did this for him, which amount to much the same thing when it comes to his self-control. His lover makes him feel young and alive again, but sometimes that has consequences.

Teomitl has mercy on him; the edge to his smile says he couldn’t have held out much longer either. “Mmm, alright.”

He lowers himself down slowly, and Acatl is engulfed in tight, perfect heat. For a moment he has to close his eyes, nearly overwhelmed by it, but then Teomitl rolls his hips with a quiet gasp and he opens them again because he can’t miss a second of this. “Duality,” he breathes, like the start of a prayer he doesn’t have words for.

Teomitl meets his gaze, face flushed and eyes hazy, and raises himself up again before dropping back down. It makes both of them shudder, and he rocks upwards in response. Teomitl’s voice is rough with his own hunger. “Look at me. Watch what you do to me.”

He sucks in a breath, ready to retort—it’s hardly as though he’s going to be looking anywhere else—but Teomitl tightens around him and what actually comes out is, “Oh.”

His lover grins at him, bright and sharp, and then he starts to move in earnest. All Acatl can do is lie there and take it, moving with each downward stroke of Teomitl’s hips, but that’s no hardship.

He has the best view in the world. Teomitl astride him, sunlight sinking into his skin and haloing his hair—Teomitl braced with one hand on his stomach, back arching with a hard buck of his hips when Acatl grabs for his thighs—Teomitl, already hard and leaking, letting his mouth fall open in a silent groan when they establish a proper rhythm. There are flowers caught in his hair, fluttering down from the vines; they brush against their bodies, too, and that might tickle except that he’s not really registering sensation beyond the slick heat of being surrounded by his lover’s body.

“Gods, Acatl…” It comes out breathy, half-swallowed by his own pleasure, and it nearly drives Acatl mad. Teomitl looks almost unreal as he moves atop him, all soft gilded edges, and then he does something with some inner muscles that makes him jolt in response.

More, he thinks dizzily. He wants more of that. He bucks his hips, raising himself up on his elbows—yes, that’s better, he has a bit more leverage to fuck into him like that. “Teomitl,” he pants.

Then Teomitl rolls his hips down, and he thrusts up, and that must be the perfect angle because Teomitl cries out and clenches down and gods he is so tight; Acatl’s helpless to do anything but keep driving up into that heat, feeling him tense and ripple around him and cry out again with each thrust. “Ah—Acatl!”

“Duality, Teomitl.” He won’t last too much longer. Teomitl is just too much wrapped around him, and his knuckles whiten where they’ve grabbed fistfuls of the cloak under them. Not yet. No, not yet, I have to see him. A little more, and Teomitl’s sure to come before him—he can feel it in the tension of his muscles, hear it in the pitch of his voice. He thinks, with a certain satisfaction, good. All he has to do is rock just a little harder, and Teomitl will do the rest.

His lover is working quite hard towards that goal himself, after all. Muscles flex in his core as he moves, throwing himself down like it’s all he’s ever wanted to do in his life. Acatl’s seen that singleminded intensity in other areas, but he likes it best like this, with Teomitl’s eyes unfocused and his voice cracking as he fucks himself towards climax on Acatl’s cock. When it hits it’s spectacular, a full-body seize and a cry that he has to bite his lip to have any hope of stifling. “Nngh…!”

It’s enough and more than enough. His own orgasm hits him like a tidal wave, a brief moment of yes before he’s pulled under by crashing sensation. Teomitl is still rippling around him, spilling over both their stomachs, and the sheer shock of it makes the edges of his vision blur as he comes, lightning skittering over his skin. He won’t swear he can’t feel the aftershocks down to his toes.

For a long moment they’re quiet, just catching their breath, and then Teomitl huffs and lifts himself off Acatl’s softening cock with a wriggle that makes him twitch in pleasure even as it makes his lover shudder appreciatively. “Mmmngh…”

“Mm,” he agrees. He needs time to recover, but looking at Teomitl and the mess they’ve made together makes him wish heartily that he didn’t. Then again, his beloved does have a warrior’s stamina, and it wouldn’t be the first time he’s wrung a bit more pleasure out of Acatl’s spent and very willing body…

Teomitl seems to have other ideas, and is cleaning them both up with gentle hands, a smile, and as little movement as possible. Ah well, he supposes this is a day to be lazy.

When they’re something like presentable again—though there’s sure to be grass and flowers in his hair, and neither of them quite feel like getting dressed yet—Acatl nudges their meal a little closer. “Have some more fruit.”

Teomitl does. Then his hand hovers over the bowl, and Acatl can actually see him debating whether or not to press another piece to Acatl’s lips. The thought makes him smile. You always have loved spoiling me, haven’t you? He takes the choice out of Teomitl’s hands by snatching up his own bit of fruit, licking his fingers in a way he knows will draw Teomitl’s eyes.

“Now who’s incorrigible?” Teomitl’s noticed, and his eyes are warm as he settles onto his side next to him.

“Terrible influence,” he murmurs fondly, and sprawls back on the mat. The sun is warm on his skin, and Teomitl is warmer yet when his head comes to rest on his shoulder. He can feel his eyes sliding closed of their own accord; a nap might be nice, but he’s not truly that tired yet.

Without thinking about it, he starts to sing under his breath. “And like fragrant frangipani, we lie entwined in this bed...”

“Acatl,” Teomitl says in a distinct tone of mortification.

He wedges one eye open and can’t bite back his grin at the faint flush spreading across Teomitl’s cheekbones. “What?”

“Going to have that song banned,” he mutters, but then Acatl kisses him and he starts to smile again. Good. He should smile all the time.

He sinks a hand into Teomitl’s hair, smoothing it down and dislodging a few petals. They’re so close together that he can feel his lover’s heartbeat like his own. “You are well-loved.”

“Mmm, I am.” Teomitl presses a kiss to the side of his mouth. “And so are you.”

He doesn’t think about Teomitl being the Revered Speaker. He doesn’t think about the boundaries or the Fifth World or his temple or any of the other things that usually consume his waking moments. He only strokes Teomitl’s hair and thinks very slowly to himself, Duality, I am the luckiest man in the Empire. Did you know this would happen, Ceyaxochitl, when you sent him to me?

He thinks she probably would have approved if she had.

Teomitl kisses him again, and this time when his eyes close he keeps them shut. Above them, two birds call to each other; farther away, he can hear the trickling water of an ornamental fountain. A faint breeze stirs his hair, carrying the scent of perfume with it.

His world is filled with flowers. He is in love.

the song acatl's got stuck in his head is a real song! specifically ahuitzotl's cradlesong from the cantares mexicanos translated here by david bowles. teomitl is a little embarrassed by it.

and yes, ahuitzotl is credited with introducing the great-tailed grackle to the valley of mexico.

#obsidian and blood #acatl #teomitl #teocatl #not work safe #paladin writes stuff

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beanfic · 4 years

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Simple Mistake - Ch.3

Pairing: Tyler Joseph x reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: hangover, shouting & angst

Author’s note: chapter three :) hope you all enjoy!!

Chapter 2 || next chapter

Your POV

You jolted awake as you heard shouting coming from the hallway. The moment you sat up, a throbbing pulse formed in the back of your head. You winced out of pain and looked around at the unfamiliar room.

“What the?” you mumbled to yourself. It took you a moment to recall where you were, but soon you recognized that it was Josh’s room. You were in Tyler and Josh’s apartment.

Tyler.

You brought your fingertips to touch your lips as you remembered kissing him last night. You knew that you wanted to try to escape out of their apartment before you saw either of them, knowing that they would want to talk about last night.

The idea of changing back into the clothes you were wearing last night did not sound appealing, so wearing Josh’s pajamas would have to do. You checked your phone and realized you had a missed call from your Mom and a few texts from Y/F/N. Calling your Mom was the most important, as she had no idea where you were.

“Mom?” you spoke softly into the phone as you heard her pick up.

“Y/N! I was so scared!”

“Sorry, I had too much to drink and ended up staying over at Tyler and Josh’s.”

“I wish you could have told me! You were safe right?” she asked.

“Yes, I’m safe.”

“No, like did you use protection?”

“What? No! Gross!” you whispered-shouted into your phone. You realized your mom thought you went back to their apartment to sleep with one of them.

“I just assumed-”

“No, ew Mom, that’s so far off of what happened. I don’t really feel like talking about it, but I’ll be home in a little bit. I’m sorry for scaring you.”

“It’s okay, honey. You’re okay and that’s all that matters! Love you.”

“Love you too, Mom. Bye.”

“Bye.” Silence buzzed in your ear for a few seconds before you pulled the phone away. You needed to leave, but you could still hear Tyler and Josh talking in the hallway. Your Mom always taught you not to eavesdrop, but she also taught you not to drink too much, what’s one more mistake?

You leaned your ear against the door, trying to make out what the boys were saying.

“Can you just tell me what happened, Tyler?” Josh’s voice boomed.

“Didn’t they tell you?” Hearing Tyler made your stomach turn.

“Yes, but I want to hear it from you.”

“I kissed them, Josh! Is that what you wanted to hear? I cheated on Jen and those feelings I pushed down came right back up.”

“Tyler-”

“No, Josh, you don’t even understand!” Tyler was screaming now, pain very apparent in his tone. “I tried so hard to get over them knowing that they didn’t share the same feelings and then I started dating, and now I find out they do like me! Do you understand what situation I’m put in now! I don’t even know what to do!”

Your heart dropped as you heard those words come out of Tyler’s mouth. He just admitted to having feelings for you.

“What the hell am I supposed to do now?” you muttered under your breath. Your hand was still resting on the door knob but you slowly retreated away. Facing Tyler after hearing that he has feelings for you was the last thing you wanted to do.

You walked over to Josh’s bed and sat down, hands on your knees. With slow breaths, you tried your best to go over what had just happened in the last 24 hours.

You, Y/N, have had feelings for Tyler for the longest time but never pursued them because you knew, or thought you knew, that he didn’t share them. Tyler Joseph also has feelings for you, but tried to push them down by dating Jen, and now he has finally confessed he does in fact have feelings for you.

Tyler and you both have feelings for eachother and you two kissed last night. Drunkenly, but it was still a kiss. Maybe drunk thoughts really do bring out the sober feelings.

What would be the worst thing to happen if you went out there and saw Tyler. You would have to talk about it? Isn’t that the right thing for you to do? Or maybe because he was dating Jen that you should just pretend it never happened. Maybe you and Tyler were just meant to be really good friends.

You rubbed your temples with your fingers as all the thoughts swirled around and your hangover was making your head pound. This was all too complicated, and you wished that the kiss has never happened in the first place.

Y/F/N’s words of the feelings around Tyler hurried back to you and you threw your body back onto the bed. Texting them might be a good option, especially since you were still too scared to leave Josh’s room. You grabbed your phone from the desk and opened their messages. There were quite a few, all asking about if you were okay and if there are any updates.

Y/N: hey, sorry just woke up haha, i’m really confused and i just don’t know what to do. I’m stuck in josh’s room and i heard them have an argument

Y/F/N: dude don’t apologize but what were they arguing about?

Y/N: about the kiss. I heard tyler say he has feelings for me

Y/F/N: excuse me what!!! Bro!!!

Y/F/N: wait but jen dude…

Y/N: i also heard him say he's dating jen to try to get over me or something like that. Idk what to do!!

Y/F/N: talk to him, duh. Make sure he is honest with jen too.

Y/N: i’m scared

Y/F/N: you are a badass and i believe in you. You can do this

You smiled down at the text from your best friend. They always knew exactly what to say. With a deep breath, you swung your legs so you were standing up and headed towards the door. As if on cue, you hear a knock right as your hand landed on the handle. You slowly opened the door to reveal Tyler standing there, mid-knock, with wide eyes.

“Y/N”

“Tyler”

You both said in unison. Your cheeks blushed as you stepped to the side to allow Tyler room inside the room. Eyeing him closely as he strutted over to the window, you noticed that he was blushing as well. The tips of his ears always got bright red like a cheery.

“I wanted to apologize for last night,” Tyler started. His voice was soft, and you weren’t sure what he meant with his sentence.

“There’s no reason to apologize.”

Tyler chuckled to himself, “I’m sorry for kissing you, Y/N. I shouldn’t have done that. I have a girlfriend, and we are just friends.” His serious demeanor made your skin rise with goosebumps.

“What?” you squeaked, feeling like an ant underneath a boot.

“What do you mean ‘what?’”, he stared out the window, not wanting to make eye contact with you, knowing that the moment he landed on your E/C eyes, he would get lost once again.

“I-, we, the k-kiss was okay,” you stumbled with your words. Your heart was pumping faster.

“It was nothing, we both were drunk, and it didn’t mean anything.”

You gulped down the knot forming in the back of your throat, “Nothing at all?”

“No, Y/N, I don’t have feelings for you. I have feelings for Jen and that’s all.”

“You’re lying to yourself,” you spoke up, anger now fueling your words instead of sadness.

“What?” Tyler turned around so he was facing you, but his eyes stayed locked to his bare feet on the white carpet.

“I-I heard you!” you raised your voice a little. “Earlier today when you were talking with Josh. You admitted to having feelings!”

“Y/N,” he looked up at you. “I had feelings for you but they’re gone now. I’m sorry.”

“Tyler,” you said defeatedly. You didn’t want to believe him, he was still lying about it.

“Josh made breakfast but I think it’s best if you go now.”

Ty.” You watched him walk away from you slowly, wanting to run after him but your feet stayed where they were. This was not how you wanted the conversation to go.

Your heart felt like a glass plate that was thrown down the stairs. You weren’t exactly sure what you were the most upset about. The fact that Tyler was lying to you or the fact that Tyler doesn’t have feelings for you. Both disappointed you.

With just a few steps, you found yourself walking out of the tiny apartment, avoiding gaze with either Tyler or Josh who were both in the kitchen.

“Y/N?” Josh peeped from the kitchen, confused as to why you were rushing out the door. You shook your head as you ignored him and shut the door behind you. Tears were beginning to form but you quickly rubbed them away. You were not going to let yourself cry over Tyler Joseph.

You were partly expecting Tyler or Josh to come out after you, but in the time of calling an Uber and getting picked up, neither of them showed. You imagined that the two boys were already starting to argue about what had happened.

The moment you got back home, the questions from your Mom came but you deflected each and every one. This was the last thing that you wanted to talk about, especially with your mom. You knew she was just trying to help, but space is what you really needed. And maybe a nap.

A nap to avoid the world and ignore the consequences of a simple mistake.

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spideywars · 4 years

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tell me the world’s alright

chapter three; me and you

pairing: peter parker x stark!reader

words: 4.2k

warnings: lots of angst

summary:

After the blip and when everyone including you disappeared, you realized that things weren’t as safe as you thought. Even under your father’s iron wing, you knew the world was going to be a very dangerous place.

last chapter

Sitting on your bed a week after releasing Peter out into New York, you never thought you would be this bored.

School was still a thing, online classes were your usual this semester so you generally sat at your desk in your room studying and doing readings for next class. It was so painfully normal and excruciatingly routine that it made your hand want to pull out your own hair and smash your head against the wall a couple of times.

It could’ve been the slightest bit more eventful. Peter needed his first checkup for his suit and health since the trials into the public, but after a long argument that was unfortunately won by your father, you were forced to take a step back from this.

You should’ve had more fight in you, but you were easy with Tony since he did help you get this suit to see daylight. Not only that, but let you take credit for the work knowing the consequences. He was probably scared about the first results coming in, scared that if things failed you’d get upset, or maybe he didn’t trust you enough to record correct data.

That made your face distort in disgust, not wanting to think of your dad not trusting you with your own invention. It was something that could very well be true, but you deserved a little bit more respect than that. You were an intelligent woman, obviously from what you have successfully created, and you were definitely capable of recording data results.

Your ego was too much like your fathers, and you realized that a long time ago. You couldn’t even take the doubts you had about how smart you were.

Or, there was also the other possibility that Tony was scared about you being alone with a boy. That’s something you’d also like to avoid thinking about.

A knock on your balcony window made you gasp loudly, almost sending you rolling off your bed and collapsing into a very embarrassing heap on your floor. You stared into the windows from where you sat with wide eyes, thinking of your blaster that laid inside your bedside table. Your body immediately relaxed, though, when you saw flashes of spiderweb stitches, red, and blue.

You scrambled off the bed and swiftly moved towards the doors, opening them and giving Peter a smile as he walked into the room. He waited as you did your normal routine of setting the security system settings and darkening the windows. When that was done he sighed and slipped the mask off his head.

It brought back memories to the last time he was sat in your room. To the way your fingers twitched with the urge to run them through his curls…the fight. God, emotions.

“Does this mean it’s my turn to do your checkup?” You ask, trying to distract yourself from the thoughts plaguing your mind. Peter sat himself down on your bed, turning over the mask in his grip and staring at your desk across the room where your laptop was still opened to History homework.

“Thought I’d swing in, it was weird knocking on your front door last week. Usually-”

“Usually this is your main entrance.” You finish his sentence, nodding your head cheekily towards your balcony doors. He seemed to blush at that, letting out a short and soft chuckle. He fondled the mask in his hands once more before stretching out his arm, allowing you to take it.

“I thought you were just trying to get me to like it more but…you’re right about this mask, it’s way easier to breathe in.” He mumbles, and you allow your fingers to dance along with the fabric and feel every bump of the web stitches. It still felt new and unscathed, the crimes must’ve either been low or he’s not interested in the big fights right now.

“I would be offended at your lack of trust, but I’m just too happy to see that I’m right in the end.” He lets out a loud laugh at that, and you throw him back the mask after checking the inside of it and making sure the sensors were still working.

“So…should we go downstairs to the lab?” Peter asks after the laughs die down back into a comfortable silence. You can see he’s still a bit fidgety, but he has always been restless and unable to stay still. This time, though, you notice it a bit more than usual. It seems you’re analyzing him a bit too much.

You shrug your shoulders at his question, moving towards your laptop and exiting out of your homework tabs. “I can just hook you up to the system I have up here. Come on, Parker, you should know I have my lab work with me everywhere I go, even if it’s in the same house.”

He raises his hands up in surrender with a large and beaming smile twisted around his face. You had to turn away from it as if it was too bright.

“Tony told me that everything went well during the first checkup. He didn’t really tell me much, but usually, silence means it’s fine with him. Am I correct about that?” You ask, still leaned down into your laptop and opening new tabs, clicking away at the keyboard.

“Yea, it was kinda boring actually. He just checked over my wounds, asked me some questions about how I’m feeling and what I did in the suit.”

You nodded and moved away from your desk. Now was the slightly awkward part and something that you’ve thought about a little too extensively. You know you would have to feel around Peter’s suit, test sensors and monitors to make sure they were working, feel the parts that were injured during the last accident to make sure they haven’t returned, worsed, or have anything strange added to them. This was something that required time with and without the suit on.

Peter Parker was going to have to be half-naked in your bedroom, but that was something that you realized was just going to have to be part of the job. No feelings attached, just a professional medical checkup.

God, you wonder what your father would’ve done if you told him that Peter was at the house. Probably only let you do the computer testing and questions and force you out afterward. But this is your invention, your first piece of work, you have the right to review what it’s like after finally being exposed to the public.

“I’m sure you remember, but I’m gonna need to examine you in and out of the suit. First the suit for damage and to make sure the censors are still connected with your DNA cells, then without the suit to check your past wounds and uhm…make sure the suit is regenerating your body the way it’s supposed to.”

He nodded quietly, shifting on the bed and fidgeting with his fingers. He didn’t look at you as you splayed your hand along his right bicep, standing in front of him where he sat. You squeezed at the muscle, moving down to the lower arm and back up to the shoulder. Your eyes would glance over to the computer, making sure there was no spike of activity or signs for concern.

One thing the monitor did catch was his very fast heartbeat. He was nervous, stiff, and sweating from what you could see when you glanced down at him.

It made you feel strange, the way Peter was acting. It made your heartbeat rise as you moved to his left side and did the same thing. You almost felt like your hearts were clashing against one another. Battling and pulsing as fast as they could to see who was the most anxious.

Your computer made a sudden soft beeping sound, and when you both whipped your heads to it, you could see his heartbeat monitor was highlighted in red across the screen. It was at it’s highest peak. It seems he won that competition.

“You-your heartbeat is spiking. Do you need a break?” You ask, stepping back from him but flinch in surprise when he whips his hand out to grip loosely at your wrist.

“No I’m fine, it was like this with Tony too I’m just…not used to this.”

He still wasn’t meeting your eyes, but his hand still gripped your wrist and lightly tugged you back towards him. It was such a soft grip but it felt like your skin was on fire once he let go.

“Aright.” You reply simply, moving towards his chest and placing pressure on his pecks and collarbones. Your hands moved to his neck, cupping each side of it and placing pressure on it again, running the pads of your thumbs along the front of his throat and softly moving overtop of his Adam’s apple.

You didn’t even realize you weren’t even checking the screen anymore, just staring down into him, so close you could feel his breath against your stomach.

It was when he looked up, brown glassy eyes meeting yours. This is what hypnotized you the most, making your hands move up his neck to his jaw. You took-in a deep breath, eyes widening when he stood up from the bed and once again towered over you.

Your hands were still along his jaw, the tips of your fingers playing with his hair and your thumbs moving to softly caress his bottom lip. His hands met your biceps, cupping your elbows as he pulled you in.

It was breath to breath and heart to heart. You could hear Peter’s heart monitor going crazy behind you both, but it was just white noise as you both leaned into one another. You felt his lips graze yours, your noses bump together and making you pull apart the slightest bit.

This was definitely not professional.

“Parker.”

The low and monotone voice of Tony Stark echoed throughout your bedroom and you never stepped away so fast. Peter had fallen back onto your bed in surprise and had almost tumbled to the ground if he didn’t grip your mattress.

Your dad was standing at your door, facial expression unreadable but eyes dark as he stared at Peter and only Peter. Your whole body was pressed against your desk, the edge of it cutting into your back and palms pressed onto the top of it. You were treating your dad as if he was a T-Rex, maybe if you didn’t move he would never notice you were there. But that was false hope, obviously.

“Mr. Stark I-”

“I’ll finish the rest of your analysis down in the lab.” Tony didn’t allow Peter to speak, only interrupting him with that hot glare still embedded into his eyes as he moved away from the bedroom door, gesturing through it to Peter.

He still didn’t look at you. It was only Peter who flickered his scared gaze towards you and bit at his bottom lip hard before he stood up, grabbed at his mask, and then walked as if he was on top of eggshells out of the room.

The door closed behind them both, and now you were basking in the silence of your own room. You loathed what was coming for you.

You were sat outside on your balcony, only socks on your feet and a sweater on as you leaned over the railing and glared beyond the city lights. You were cold, that was for sure, but it was a good feeling and it distracted you from the flooded thoughts in your brain.

Tony had to be finished with Peter by now, it had been an hour or so since the incident and not even Pepper has come up to your room. It’s like Tony wanted to suffocate you with your own conscience before coming face to face.

There was a part of you that wanted to see Peter swing away from your house, to see the mix of blue, red, black, and white whiz past you and into the beyond. It would tame your bad feelings down a bit, to know that Tony didn’t kill him for this.

You weren’t going to mention the even stronger desire that you made sure to deepen and bury harshly into your mind. The way you wanted Peter back in your room, the need for him back in your arms, to be in his.

You shook your head, trying to loosen those thoughts out from the front of your brain. Your hands tightened against the railing, you almost felt in pain with all the feelings that overwhelmed you. It felt too much, it felt wrong.

“You never seem to lock me out of your room, even though you know damn well how to.” It was Tony’s voice, and you barely gave him a glance over your shoulder before you turned back to the city.

“I see no point, you’ll find a way in even if I did lock the door.” You mumbled, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath when a breeze brushed itself into your face.

“You’re right, I would.” Tony answered bluntly, now making his way beside you. He leaned his elbows along the railing just like you did, interchanging his gaze from you to the city lights a couple of times before speaking again.

“Remember our conversation a week or so ago?”

“Yes.”

“How we agreed that you would own this project but I’d aid you through the majority of the trials and training. How this isn’t child’s play anymore?”

You scoffed at ‘child’s play,’ shifting away from him and the railing. You crossed your arms and stared off the side of the balcony instead.

“We made a deal, correct?” Tony was putting pressure against the nerves he knew would set you off, his presence felt like a hot iron ready to brand your skin. You could feel the anger radiating off him.

“Yes, we did. And I don’t recall breaking any of the rules.” You shot back, whipping your head towards him and glaring into his eyes. You kept a hold on his gaze as you turned to face him, arms folded across your chest.

Tony didn’t look impressed with your reply. He shook his head at you, looking so disappointed and tired.

“I think you know exactly what I’m angry about, what is causing me to do this.” You rose a brow at his words, feeling your body tense and get prepared for the blow destined to come.

“Causing you to do…what exactly?” You ask, but really you didn’t want to know. You wished you could be Peter right now and just spin out a web, grab onto a building and whisk yourself away from your problems.

“You’re not allowed to be involved with any of the checkups that Peter will be going through. All the trials will be done by me until I can trust you. If I need your help with anything I’ll ask for it after Peter leaves and is done with his examination.”

“Dad!” You yelp out, stepping forward with your hands thrown up in the air in defeat. How dare he take your invention from your own hands. The way he lied to your face and told you this was a ‘partnership’ but instead you’re pushed away from something that meant the world to you.

“You can’t do this, you can’t just take what isn’t yours. This is my project, my hard work, but because Peter and I got closer you’re shutting me out?!” You scream, not caring that people may hear you both, or that Pepper might come into this conversation telling you both to calm down. Right now, you need your father to hear you, and he has blocked your desires out from his mind for way too long.

“I honestly don’t care what is yours. I told you the risks and how this suit can give you too much attention and how you could get hurt. But now you’re kissing Spider-Man in your bedroom? How big of a target do you want on your back, Y/N?”

Tears started to swim in your eyes, you could feel them start to overflow onto your cheeks and make pathways down your face. You hoped Tony saw them, you hoped he felt horrible.

“Get out of my room.” You shove a finger towards your bedroom door. You tried to hold in the sobs bubbling in your throat, but you felt so drained.

With squared shoulders and that same hard expression, Tony spun on his heels and walked out of the balcony towards your door. You followed, sniffling and letting out small sobs that snuck out between your lips as you watched him make his way out.

He grabbed at the door handle and paused. Your fists tightened at your sides at this, wanting him to get going so you can punch something and scream.

You saw a shadow of guilt across his face that was only seen for a split second, just enough for you to shake your head and turn away. It was then that you heard the door open and his footsteps leave the room.

It was when the sound of the door clicking shut rung across your room that you let the dam’s break. Every shield you held over those emotions, every weapon held high to defeat those demons inside your brain, anything that kept you from being immune to these feelings you tried to bottle up, came rushing over-top of you.

You screamed, grabbing at your desk lamp and throwing it across the room. It crashed into the balcony where the doors were still held opened, smashing into pieces against the railing and falling half onto the ground and the other half crumbling down below.

The light flickered and burnt out, and that was a great metaphor for how you were feeling right now.

“What the hell happened Tony?!” Your mother’s voice echoed throughout the house, seeping through the cracks in your door and making it’s way to your ears. You listened carefully, crying softly with your eyes still glued to the damage you’ve done.

“She’s too young to be doing any of this. I gave her a chance and she blew it!” A sob ripped through your throat at your father’s words, the venom that dripped from them and the way he didn’t care that you could possibly hear him.

“Because she has a teenaged crush on Peter you’re blocking her out of her own project? Really, Tony?” Pepper sounded tired, and you were sure she was. It must’ve been a breath of fresh air to have seen her daughter and husband finally getting along. But that was short-lived.

“If it’s getting in-between her and her work as well as Peter’s…then yes, this is the only way Pepper.” His voice broke at the end, you wished he could feel the pain you were going through too.

“Is she ever able to fall in love?”

Pepper’s question had the house in silence, and all that was heard was your sniffles.

“Just…not with him-not with someone who could put her in danger too.”

That made you scream again, your hands throwing themselves at your bedroom door. You pounded them against it, throwing them against it so hard you could feel the bruises and cuts forming on your knuckles.

“I hate you! I hate how you control me like I’m some pet instead of your own fucking daughter!” Your throat felt like it was ripping in two with how loud you screeched the words out from your lips. You wanted them to shoot daggers into your father’s reactor, to crush whatever heart he had left.

“I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!”

The door opened so fast you fell backward onto the floor. You scrambled onto your hands to prepare for whatever was coming next, but you just saw a fast movement of dirty blonde hair before you were embraced by Pepper. She hugged you so tight you had to gasp, your arms coming up to hug around her shoulders.

“It’s okay, you’ll be okay.” She whispered into your ear as you sobbed into her throat.

You didn’t stop, crying until you felt your cheeks run dry and your throat pulse in pain. Pepper never failed to let you go, her embrace warm and protective and solid as you laid your heart out for her.

“Why doesn’t he want me to be him?” You whisper the question after what felt like forever of you crying.

“It’s cause he doesn’t like himself.” Pepper whispers back in reply.

All you can do is squeeze your eyes shut at her answer and bury yourself further into her body.

Weeks went by and you kept yourself away from Tony and Peter. The only person that you allowed into the walls you rebuilt around yourself was Pepper. She would knock softly on your bedroom door once you rushed back up the stairs after dinner to avoid conversation with Tony. You’d let her in and her time spent in your room was mostly talking about school or things that you and her could do together. She even suggested you both get away from everything for a week, Fiji sounded great.

That’s what got you through this mess and tamed the battle in your mind. Her soft voice and careful touch kept you sane.

It’s not like Tony didn’t try to talk to you, the second week of your silent treatment he had come upstairs and would just stand at your door for a minute or so before leaving. You would hold your breath when noticing the shadows of his feet under the door, and it’s almost like he could hear your prayers about leaving you alone.

Dinner was when he would try and create small-talk, but you could only take so many attempts before you’d get up and dump whatever was left on your plate in the garbage before rushing back upstairs. He didn’t deserve your attention, and besides, he had a new invention to worry about.

It should be really sad, to see a daughter and father’s relationship crumble to nothing but rubble with nothing left salvageable. But you saw it as something that was bound to happen, something so very certain in your future.

Tony wasn’t going to change.

You huffed and ran your fingers through your hair, allowing them to tug at any knots that were in their way. It hurt and made you wince, but it was a relief to focus on that rather than the thoughts clouding your brain.

It was dark and your brain was mush after studying for your Chemistry test that was going to be in a week. You were at the point of just staring blankly at your computer screen, blinking at the words on the screen that became just blurred lines.

Your legs forced themselves up, getting you out of the chair and thrown into your bed. The bed was warm with the amount of time you’ve spent on it. You snuggled into your covers and pillows, trying to fall asleep before your mind took ahold of you again. You stared at the moonlight shining through the windows of your balcony doors and allowed them to sooth you before you closed your eyes.

But they were barely closed before you heard a thunk from outside and the whip of webs getting stuck onto something. You almost threw yourself upwards, but you stayed still and squinted one eye open.

You could see Peter’s suit and it’s silhouette outside, outlined by the soft grey moonlight. He was watching you silently, mask on and spider eyes narrowing towards your form on the bed.

He didn’t make a move to open the door, nor did he whisper your name or knock. It was all the things that you expected, but instead, he cursed under his breath and turned around to face the railing. Peter was fighting with himself, or more, with whatever Tony had told him to do or not do.

You decided to wait and stay still, slowly shifting your body to get a better view of his form. You could see he was staring off into the night, thinking. Even with the god damn mask on, you could tell that boy was fighting something in that head of his.

It startled you when Peter whipped back around and you closed your eyes and held your breath. You counted to five until you cracked them open again, seeing Peter still staring through the window at you, his chest breathing slowly and his hands fidgeting together in front of him.

But then one of them came up and pressed against the glass, a gloved thumb caressing the window as he looked at you. It shocked you and made your heart stop. You felt sick, and now all you wanted to do was run into his arms and tell him you’ll both be okay.

Your thought didn’t even finish before Peter was quickly pulling his hand from the glass and spinning a web towards the city. You sat up straight with a small gasp, but he didn’t notice your form as he threw himself off the balcony and swung off into New York.

At the time you didn’t think anything of it, there were only hopeful thoughts that things would be okay, that everything will get better again.

You didn’t realize it would be two years later when you’d realize just how in love you were with Peter Parker.

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