#and what should greet me at the top of my dash

[bro-atz]

superstar

in which: you punish idol san in real life because out of everyone in the limited theme cards you missed, it was only him

pair: idol!san/afab!reader

word count: 2.9k

content: smut, (some) bdsm, sadism, sadomasochism, masochism, oral sex, bedroom sex, edging, (you scream) so loud the entire dorm hears, unprotected sex (but you're long time partners, so it's consensual), completely consensual!

author's note: it happened again. dalcomsoft you suck. @sanspuppet it's here

tag list: @k-hotchoisan @eyeryis @sinnarols @aaasia111 @sunshineangel-reads apply for the permanent taglist here! network: @cromernet superstar!series: seonghwa, san

San should have ran away the second you started screaming at the top of your lungs. You were just screaming into the void at first, so he was just a little concerned, but then when he heard you scream his name angrily, he knew that it was over for him.

Technically speaking, he knew he should have run away the second he heard the cursed beeps of you tapping on your phone screen to start playing SSATZ, but he didn’t think much of you playing Arriba over and over again since the update did drop. The problem was that he didn’t you were going to be collecting the set this time around. You had done so for Crazy Form, WE KNOW, and Emergency— that should be enough, right?

Wrong.

You were collecting that set. Why? San looked fucking sexy in that set. Your mouth literally watered when you saw the season’s greetings photos for the first time, and Detective Choi San had a choke hold on you to the point where you forced your boyfriend to role-play with you one night. Rather than get his card, though, you got every other member in the group— and you got Yunho’s card 5 times. You were going to deal with him later. First, you had to deal with your lover.

He made a mad dash for the front door, but it was too late. You were standing in front of the door, your arms crossed over your chest, your eyes narrowed into a glare.

“You fucking suck, you know that?” you bit out.

“It’s not my fault! Blame the app developers, not me,” poor San sounded like he was about to cry.

“It so is your fault, though!”

“How?!”

“…I don’t know, but it’s your fault! Repent!”

“B-baby, listen, I’ll give you my credit card, so just buy the more expensive packs! Spend the money until you get it!” San tried to beg for his life.

“It’s too late for that! They started the update!”

“God fucking dammit!”

“Come with me. Now.”

San shivered; you dropped your voice so low that he thought you were actually going to kill him. You didn’t have that lusty look in your eye, so he had no idea how you were going to punish him, but he knew for a fact that you were definitely going to punish him that night.

You grabbed his arm and started walking him towards his room, only for Yunho to enter the apartment magically at that moment.

“Y/N? Are you okay, I heard you screaming,” Yunho said, concern laced in his voice.

“Don’t fucking talk to me, Yunho,” you spat, immediately making the tall boy cower. “I’ll be dealing with you next.”

“What did I do?!”

“Too much.”

“Dude, just run away now before it’s too late,” San hissed to Yunho when he felt your grip on his arm tighten.

Yunho saluted before fleeing the apartment. Without a second to lose, you dragged San to his bedroom, closing and locking the door upon entering.

“Strip and sit down on your chair,” you ordered.

San knew not to mess with you. He quickly did as you said, sitting politely in his desk chair with his hands on his knees. Meanwhile, you were digging through his closet to find some of the sex toys the two of you had used in the past. You found the shibari rope, vibrating cock ring, and riding crop that you were looking for. When you turned towards him and began to tie him up, the fear in San’s eyes only got more intense.

“Baby… Please…” San begged for mercy even though you hadn’t even started yet.

“So you can dish it out, but you can’t take it?” you asked.

“Well, when I tie you up, it’s fun for me—”

“And tying you up is fun for me, so…” you tied the rope as tightly as possible, conjoining him to his chair. With a final yank, you made sure that San was completely immobile. Holding the riding crop to his chin and pushing his head up so that he was looking right at you, you continued, “Sit here and take it until I feel better.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

San already knew what to do— the two of you had done this in the past, but it was always fun for all the parties involved. That being said, it wasn’t that San wasn’t looking forward to it; he just wished that the circumstances were different because you definitely weren’t going to be nice. He wondered if the safe word the two of you put in place would still apply.

You had no intention of actually making San cry. You wanted to edge him out. You wanted to slowly frustrate him until there was no point of return, the same way his greyed out card stared and laughed at you as you kept pulling every single member but him. Not necessarily an even exchange, but close enough.

Sliding the ring over his cock, you immediately began to stroke him, his cock firming up as more and more blood rushed to his waist. San bit back a light moan and choked back small grunts, his entire body lurching with your every touch.

“You’re extra sensitive today, Sannie,” you whispered in his ear. You leaned forward and intentionally pressed your clothed breasts against his bare chest as you purred, “Is it because you’re scared?”

“Y-yes, ma’am.”

You couldn’t help but giggle to yourself, and you only giggled more when you turned the cock ring on, the vibrations immediately making the man shiver and trembled. He turned his head to the side, refusing to look at you or anything for that matter. Taking the riding crop, you guided his head back forward. His eyes fluttered open, and his mouth was partially open as he let out shallow breaths.

As much as you wanted to tease him and taunt him with your words, all you could do was ogle at the sight of your boyfriend slowly losing his mind. He looked so sexy sitting there, his chest puffed out since his arms were tied behind the back of the chair, and his abs slightly more prominent as he clenched, the pleasure starting to override him. It definitely did not help when you slapped his chest and nipples lightly with the riding crop, and it only proceeded to get more difficult to keep it together when you slapped his thighs with a bit more power. He absolutely lost it when you took the corner of the crop and teased the tip of his penis.

“F-fuck!” San cried, his voice breaking and wavering. “Baby, I’m cumm—”

San cut himself off when you suddenly turned the vibrator off. He looked at you with wide eyes as you just stood before him with your arms crossed over his chest. His eyes narrowed only when he finally realized how you were punishing him. His cock softened slightly as he sighed deeply and looked up at you with eyes that made you just want to pounce on him.

“Really?” he asked.

“Really.”

“Honestly, baby, I would rather you just spanked me or gagged me or literally anything else… This is torture,” he complained.

“I mean, that’s the point darling,” you smirked at him.

You took the cock ring off and set it aside before stroking him again, his dick hardening once more. You continued to pump him as you leaned close to him, your lips near his ear as you recited sweet nothings to him.

“Sannie, you’re my good boy. You’re so perfect, so sexy, so gorgeous, so hot,” you showered him with compliments and got closer and closer to him. “Everything about you drives me crazy, you know that, right?”

“Yes—” San sharply inhaled when you caressed him just the right way. “Yes, ma’am.”

You smiled before grabbing his cheeks with one hand and turning his face so that you could kiss him hard, lovingly, passionately. God, San was over the fucking moon. He so badly wanted to get out of the goddamn rope you bound him in and grab you so he could kiss you back even harder. He tried to wriggled out of it, but it was no use. So, he settled for leaning as far forward as he could, only for you to stop kissing him.

A tiny pout appeared on his face, and he opened his mouth to complain, only to clamp his mouth shut when you started taking your clothes off one by one. He stared even harder because you turned away from him, wanting to tease him further, but also completely forgetting how much of an ass man your boyfriend was. He nearly bore a hole through your body when you shook your hair out, your back arching as you did so.

“Fuuuuuck, baby, come back. Edge me, torture me, do whatever the fuck you want. I just want you— I need you. Please, please, please, please, pleeeeease.”

You giggled lightly before saying, “You’re so cute, Sannie.”

“No, don’t call me cute! Call me sexy again.”

You stood right before him, ran your fingers through his hair, grabbed his roots, and tilted his head back. He looked up at you with the brightest, most sparkly and excited eyes you had ever seen.

“You know the point of this whole exercise is for you to get frustrated, not excited, right?”

“I can never get frustrated with you, baby.”

“…We’ll see about that.”

Straddling him, you rubbed the head of his cock against your folds before slowly sitting down on his lap, your eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head as he slipped into you and completely filled you up. You’ve fucked him countless times in the past, and yet, every single time he entered you, he stretched you out and made you feel like he was going to tear you in half.

You were gripping his broad shoulders and nearly dug your nails into his skin as you started bouncing slowly and gently on his cock. Every time you sat down, you felt like he was going deeper inside you, and whenever he got too deep, you had to desperately hold back a moan, gasp, or cry, which you were only able to do when you buried your face in the crook of San’s neck.

Other than San’s occasional “Mmm”s and light sighs, the sounds of your wet pussy squelching as you rode him, your ass clapping against his waist and thighs, and your own heavy breathing. The sounds and the feel of San’s hot bare skin pressed against yours and his cock deep inside you were overstimulating you to the point where you wondered if you had to edge yourself for this to properly work as punishment.

Finally moving your head away from his neck, you looked at his face with half-lidded eyes, the corner of your lower lip tucked in between your teeth as you desperately tried to keep it together and not lose sight of your goal. The fucked out look on your face was so hot for San— he could stare at that look all the live-long day, but in the same breath, he desperately wanted your lips on his.

“Baby,” he whispered. “Kiss me. Please.”

“No,” you immediately declined.

“Come on, baby—”

“No.”

San’s head met your shoulder, defeat evident in his shoulders. He settled for leaving hickeys on your neck and shoulder, but he even failed in that endeavor because he didn’t have a strong hold on you— heck, he didn’t have a hold on you at all. You tied him up way too well; so well, in fact, that he couldn’t even thrust his hips upwards. His frustration was definitely building.

Yet, before he could complain or speak or anything, you finally gave in and kissed him. You shouldn’t have given in so easily, but you felt bad for him— also, you wanted to kiss him too.

San hummed happily as your lips met over again over again, his happiness only building when you slipped your tongue into his mouth and played with his. His orgasm was starting to build back up again as you clenched every time you sat down, the waves of pleasure building quickly.

Usually, right before he came, San would break off your kiss (if you were kissing) and focus on completely annihilating you with his cock before cumming, so when he moved his head away to stop kissing you, you immediately pushed yourself off his lap and stood up— well, you barely stood on your wobbly legs, but hey, you did it.

“Okay, I think you proved your point, baby,” San huffed lightly. “Just come here and let me finish.”

Fully ignoring him, you quickly gathered your clothes and wore them at the speed of light, San’s eyes getting wider with surprise by the second. After you were fully dressed and presentable, you waved at the tied up boy and said, “Bye, Sannie! I’ll see you later!”

“Wait, w-what?! Baby?! Y/N! WAIT COME BACK! WHAT— OH MY GOD, WHAT?!”

You heard your boyfriend shout loudly and a little angrily while you struggled to put on your shoes (why did you have to wear your fucking converse of all shoes that day?).

What scared the shit out of you was that you saw San, still fully naked and erect, stormed out of his bedroom sans shibari rope. Your hand was barely on the doorknob when San grabbed you and hoisted you over his shoulder.

“Absolutely the fuck not. We’re not done here,” San bit out.

You kicked and flailed as you tried to get him to put you down; and despite the fact that you were trying to get out of his grasp, you were laughing. You successfully frustrated him, and now he was about to fuck the shit out of you.

San tossed you on his bed and stripped you down fully— even your converse shoes went flying. And, impatiently, San skipped the foreplay, skipped treating you like a princess like he normally did, and went right to fucking you hard. He had you nearly bent like a pretzel with your legs on his shoulders. He pressed down so much of his body weight on you as he fucked you from above, and he made it even harder for you to breathe when he slipped his hand under your head, grabbed it, and brought your head up so he could kiss you to the point where he was eating you alive.

You clawed his back up to the point where you were practically drawing blood. He was way too intense— you may have pushed him way too far. And even though you were in pain, you also felt fucking amazing. You didn’t want him to stop, so when he finally let you surface for air, you were slightly disappointed.

San didn’t ask you to turn over like he normally did. He flipped you over himself. He brought your ass into the air and thrust harshly into you, his hands firmly planted on your ass. Once he got a good rhythm going, he slapped your ass left and right, the red on your skin deepening with every stroke of his hand.

“Sannie!” you cried as his ruts got faster and harder. “D-don’t— Fuck! F-feels so good!”

“Of course— Ngh— You like this, you sadomasochist,” San grunted out, his low voice making your fingers and toes tingle like anything. “You’re such a slut for my cock. I don’t know what you were thinking leaving me like that.”

You wanted to tell him that you would never, ever do that again to him, but you couldn’t because he was literally fucking your brains out. He repeatedly hit your cervix, and when you arched your back slightly, he hit just the right spot, and you came instantly. You creamed all around him as white and stars filled your vision.

And then finally— finally, finally, finally— San got to cum. He pulled you towards him as he brought his waist harshly to yours, his head flying back as he groaned loudly. His cock was twitching and throbbing as he just kept cumming, filling you up, breeding you.

When he pulled out, his cum spilled out of you, a trail of white running over your folds and dripping from your clit as you remained with your ass high in the air, your chest pressed firmly to the bed. San looked proudly at the mess he made you into before giving your ass one final smack and getting off the bed.

“That was more of a punishment for me, don’t you think?” you asked weakly as your breathing returned to normal.

“Was it? I think you enjoyed that more than me, baby,” San responded with a little laugh as he returned to the bed with tissues and water.

“…You’re probably right.”

San sat you up gently and handed you the water before cleaning you and him up and replacing his bedsheets. Moments later, San got under the covers and laid down next to you. You immediately set the water aside and snuggled into his embrace, your face pressing into his soft, warm, bare chest.

“Do you feel better now?” San asked quietly.

“Much better.”

“Good.”

“…But I still need your card to complete my set.”

You could literally hear San roll his eyes dramatically. With a fake, annoyed sigh, he hugged you closer and said with a light laugh, “Okay, I promise I will somehow get you my card.”

“Thank you, Sannie.”

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[p4p1l0nn]

“brew-tiful banter”

pairing: barista!jaehyun x reader (featuring jungwoo and doyoung)

genre: romcom, slice of life, comedy, mystery, friendship, coffee culture.

word count: 2.5k

a/n: not my top pick, but decided to let it see the light. take a peek, share your thoughts if you want. enjoy the read!

like any other day, jaehyun greeted his regulars with a warm smile as they entered the cozy coffee shop. the aroma of freshly brewed coffee hung in the air, creating an inviting atmosphere.

“hey there, sarah! the usual caramel latte to kickstart your day?” jaehyun grinned as he prepared her favorite drink.

sarah chuckled, “you know me too well, jaehyun. you coffee is my morning lifesaver.”

a new customer walked in, and jaehyun welcomed them, “welcome! first time here? our coffee's so good it should be illegal.”

the newcomer laughed, “i'll have whatever's the house specialty.”

“the house special? that's a bold move!” jaehyun winked. “how about a velvety mocha with a hint of hazelnut? it's our secret weapon.”

as the coffee grinder whirred in the background, jaehyun engaged with another regular, mark. “mark, my man! how's the novel coming along?”

mark sighed, “slowly, but your espresso shots keep the ideas flowing.”

with a grin, jaehyun replied, “that's what i'm here for – brewing inspiration one shot at a time!”

the mix of laughter, the clinking of mugs, and the hum of conversation filled the air, creating a lively ambiance. the smell of freshly ground coffee beans lingered, inviting customers to savor both the delightful banter and the rich aroma.

but that was before. the once lively jaehyun, whom customers adored for his infectious energy, had now transformed into a more somber version of himself. despite the change, his dedication to excellent customer service remained unmatched.

as he greeted customers, there was a noticeable absence of his signature enthusiasm. “hey there,” he would say, a faint smile attempting to mask the subdued tone. the nickname “brewmaster bummer” circulated among regulars, a stark contrast to his former title.

a long-time friend, jungwoo, sensed the change and asked, “you seem a bit off today. everything okay?”

he sighed, “just one of those days, you know? but don't worry, the latte is still going to be as perfect as ever.”

jungwoo nodded understandingly, “well, if you need someone to talk to, we're here for you too.”

the coffee shop atmosphere retained its charm, but a hint of nostalgia lingered. the smell of coffee beans mixed with an underlying melancholy, creating an unusual blend. despite the change in jaehyun's demeanor, his banter still resonated, though it lacked the sparkle it once had.

a new customer, unaware of the transformation, approached the counter. “hey, i heard this place has the best banter in town. what's the secret?”

jaehyun managed a small grin, “ah, the secret ingredient is a dash of wit and a sprinkle of charm. welcome to brewmaster bummer's, where even the gloomiest days can't dampen our dedication to good coffee and, well, decent banter.

“and as much as i want to serve our specialty, i'm sorry to say that we're closed,” jaehyun declared with his usual wit, a hint of mischief in his eyes. “jungwoo must have forgotten to put the 'closed' sign again.”

the customer sighed, “that's a bummer. i should have brought my friend earlier today, but she's too busy to even step foot in any store. i guess we'll have to come again then.”

jaehyun chuckled, “tell your friend not to worry. brewmaster bummer's is always here, and we'll have the banter ready for her next visit.”

as the customer left with a promise to return, jaehyun exchanged a knowing glance with jungwoo, who shrugged apologetically. the coffee shop may have been closing its doors, but jaehyun's spark of banter remained, leaving a lingering anticipation for the next day's interactions.

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“order for the brave souls, your bold double-shot espressos are ready!”

a guy who visits everyday with his regular orders approached the counter. with a cheeky smile, jaehyun handed him the cups.

“bold and ready, just the way i like it," he grinned, taking the cups. “fuel for conquering the day.”

curiosity got the better of jaehyun, and he quirked an eyebrow, “does your friend always ask you to get her order? i feel like i've been making these double-shots for weeks now.”

the guy chuckled, “she's a busy lady, always on the run. i'm just the coffee messenger.”

jaehyun laughed, “ah, the coffee courier! well, i appreciate your dedication to delivering the caffeine goods. by the way, i never got your name. no need for introductions, you might already know mine.” he winked playfully.

he joined in the banter, “yeah, jaehyun the banter. the name's doyoung.”

grinning mischievously, jaehyun couldn't resist a playful jab, “so, doyoung, when do i get to see this 'double shots of espresso' lady in person? is she avoiding the legendary banter brewmaster?”

doyoung laughed, “oh, she's a mystery. always on a caffeine quest, but rarely spotted in the wild. you'll just have to keep brewing those double shots, and maybe one day she'll reveal herself.”

jaehyun, leaning on the counter, feigned disappointment, “ah, the elusive coffee connoisseur. i'll keep the banter extra sharp for her eventual appearance.”

their banter continued, with doyoung sharing more stories of his mysterious friend's coffee preferences, and jaehyun adding his own theatrical twists to each tale. the coffee shop, usually filled with the comforting aroma of brewing coffee, now also echoed with the shared laughter of the banter duo.

as doyoung left with his usual order, jaehyun called after him, “tell the espresso enthusiast she's missing out on some top-tier banter!”

doyoung waved back with a smile, “i'll let her know. maybe one day she'll take on the challenge.”

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a few days passed, and jaehyun's mood seemed to uplift bit by bit. despite his persistent gloom, he managed to pull off the banter routine, but occasionally, a shadow still crossed his face. perhaps it was the absence of his favorite mystery regular, who hadn't made their double-shot order in days. the reason remained unknown.

one day, as jaehyun absentmindedly stared into the coffee beans, jungwoo, his ever-supportive colleague, nudged him, “hey, jaehyun, feeling the coffee blues again? missing the elusive double-shot enthusiast?”

he sighed, “yeah, it's been a while. wonder what happened to doyoung's friend. maybe she found a new favorite coffee spot.”

jungwoo grinned, “or maybe she's on a caffeine detox. you know, trying to banish the coffee spirits for a while.”

despite his lingering melancholy, jaehyun chuckled, “coffee detox? that's like trying to ban banter in here. impossible!”

jungwoo playfully continued, “maybe she's preparing a grand entrance. the return of the mysterious coffee lover, starring doyoung and jaehyun, the dynamic duo of banter and brew.”

jaehyun couldn't help but smile, “i like that plot twist. maybe we should spice up the banter even more. make her reappearance unforgettable.”

and there goes the ring, signaling a customer. jaehyun's eyes darted to the clock – exactly 4 pm. could it be—

“double espresso shots, please,” a voice requested, but it wasn't doyoung's.

jungwoo approached the counter with a friendly smile, “sure thing! we've got a thing for double shots today. what brings you here?”

the girl chuckled, “my friend got sick of me asking the same thing and told me to come myself.”

jungwoo's eyes lit up with recognition, “sounds familiar. are you perhaps doyoung's friend?”

caught off guard, you chuckled, “well, aren't you a detective in disguise? guilty as charged.”

jungwoo laughed, “you're the mystery double-shot enthusiast he's been talking about, aren't you?”

you nodded with a mock serious expression, “i am. i come in peace, armed only with an insatiable love for double shots.”

with a playful grin, jungwoo nudged jaehyun, who seemed momentarily lost in words. his sudden all-talk demeanor had vanished, leaving only silence in its wake. “well, lover boy, you heard her. make her the regular and show off your specialty.”

jaehyun, finally finding his words, chuckled, “alright, alright, the specialty it is. get ready for a taste bud adventure, espresso lady.”

as jaehyun prepared the coffee, he couldn't help but add, “i'll brew it with an extra sprinkle of magic, just for you.”

jungwoo teased, “a sprinkle of magic? watch out, jaehyun's turning into a coffee wizard. maybe he'll even add a dash of love potion.”

you laughed, “love potion in coffee? now that's a unique selling point. i'll take my chances.”

jaehyun worked on your regular order, jungwoo engaged you in conversation, “so, where's doyoung been? we've missed our fellow banter enthusiast.”

you shrugged, “oh, he's on a mission, exploring uncharted coffee territories. said something about discovering a hidden gem.”

jungwoo laughed, “hidden gem, huh? maybe he'll find the banter diamond mine. we could use some extra sparkle around here.”

you joined in the humor, “well, if anyone can uncover a banter diamond, it's doyoung. maybe he'll bring it back for the grand reopening.”

as the two of you bantered back and forth, jaehyun couldn't help but stare at you in awe. your playful demeanor and easygoing banter had injected a fresh energy into the coffee shop, and jaehyun found himself captivated by the newfound presence.

jaehyun gazed at you, his heart seemed to skip a beat, much like the rich aroma of freshly ground coffee beans that permeated the air. it wasn't just your captivating smile or the way your eyes lit up with each playful remark; it was an inexplicable warmth, akin to the comforting embrace of a perfectly brewed cup of coffee.

your laughter echoed in his mind like the melody of a well-steamed espresso machine, filling the quiet spaces with a delightful hum. jaehyun found himself enchanted by the way your eyes sparkled, reminiscent of the gleam on the surface of a freshly brewed espresso, rich and inviting.

he couldn't help but notice the graceful way you carried yourself, akin to the smooth and velvety texture of a well-poured latte. your presence was like the perfect coffee blend, a harmonious mix of sweet and bold, leaving an indelible imprint on his senses.

every word you spoke was a flavor note in his heart, a symphony of tastes that danced like frothy milk on the surface of a cappuccino. and as he crafted your specialty drink, he realized that, much like the meticulous art of brewing coffee, there was an art to the way you added a touch of magic to the ordinary.

perhaps it was the way your laughter lingered in the air, like the aromatic notes of a freshly brewed pour-over. or the gentle way you leaned in during the banter, reminiscent of the careful pour of a velvety flat white. jaehyun found himself lost in the warmth of your presence, much like the comforting embrace of a favorite coffee mug on a chilly morning.

and just like a well-prepared cup of coffee, you left an aftertaste — a sweet and lingering essence that made jaehyun yearn for more-

“oh shi-”

immersed in admiration of you, reality struck, and he yelped. his coffee daydreaming had led to an unintentional overpour, and a splash of hot coffee stung his hand. jungwoo, the good friend he is, burst into laughter.

“smooth move, barista extraordinaire!” jungwoo teased, laughter echoing through the coffee shop.

your playful grin hiding a hint of concern, quipped, “well, that's one way to spice up the brew, isn't it? hot coffee, hotter hands.”

jaehyun, now a mix of embarrassment and shyness, stammered, “w-well, you see, i was just, uh, lost in the aroma of the coffee, and then, um, things got a bit too dreamy . . .”

jungwoo, thoroughly enjoying the spectacle, chimed in with a hearty laugh, “lost in the aroma, huh? i didn't know coffee daydreams could be so dangerous. maybe we should get you a helmet, buddy, to protect you from those hazardous beans.”

“who knew coffee brewing could be such an extreme sport? i'll have to be careful around here, might get caught in the crossfire of a barista's daydream.” you playfully added.

the poor barista, still recovering from the coffee mishap, managed a sheepish grin, “s-sorry about that. i guess my mind wandered into the coffee fields without a map.”

jungwoo, still relishing the moment, teased, “more like into the coffee clouds. next time, warn us before you take a caffeine-powered trip, captain jaehyun.”

with a playful grin, he nudged jaehyun and added, “or is it because you're nervous? coffee daydreaming might be your secret escape from the mysteries of the heart.”

jaehyun, now fully embracing the good-natured banter, rolled his eyes, “nervous? please, i handle coffee pressure like a pro. it's just, uh, occupational hazards.”

you, shyly enjoying the banter, quipped, “well, captain jaehyun, if your coffee daydreams are anything to go by, i'd say you're navigating the coffee seas just fine.”

jungwoo, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, continued to playfully prod, “maybe you need a co-captain to help you steer through those daydream storms. preferably someone with a good sense of direction.”

the trio chuckled, the coffee shop once again filled with the lighthearted melody of their banter. as the laughter subsided, jaehyun, with a flourish, finished preparing your coffee and handed it to you.

“here you go, espresso navigator. a brew crafted with the precision of a well-charted course and the heart of a caffeine adventurer. may it fuel your journey until our next coffee-filled escapade.”

you, smiling at the banter, accepted the cup with a playful thank you.

finally, you prepared to leave, the banter had woven a comfortable atmosphere, and you playfully remarked, “well, my lunch break is up, it's my cue to leave. thanks for the coffee and laughter, boys. see you around.”

jungwoo, ever the jester, grinned, “anytime you need a caffeine pick-me-up or a good laugh, you know where to find us.”

jaehyun, still recovering from his coffee mishap, added with a sheepish smile, “yeah, and next time, i promise not to turn the coffee shop into a comedy stage.”

you chuckled warmly, “oh, i don't mind a bit of coffee theater. it adds to the charm. and by the way, even if doyoung warned me you both are double trouble, i must say, you're not so bad after all.”

as you gracefully walked out, jaehyun, struck by an unexpected surge of realization, dramatically grasped jungwoo, who nearly tripped in bewildered confusion.

“i forgot to ask for her number!” jaehyun exclaimed, wide-eyed and dramatically clutching his chest as if he'd missed out on the last bean in the coffee bag.

jungwoo, eyes rolling, retorted, “your moves are as weak as decaf. you didn't even bother with the name.”

their banter continued, a hilarious exchange of blame and accusations, transforming the coffee shop into a spontaneous comedy show. back and forth they went until, in the midst of their banter, the closing lines arrived.

“next time, maybe start with a simple 'hi, i'm jaehyun.' that might save you from tripping over both words and your own feet.” suggested jungwoo with a sly grin.

but jaehyun, seemingly lost in his own world, responded with a dreamy smile, “i think i might be in love.”

jungwoo, catching onto the shift in the atmosphere, raised an eyebrow and remarked, “love? you sure it's not just a caffeine-induced daydream?”

jaehyun, still smiling, shrugged, “who knows? maybe my heart just found its favorite blend.”

#jaehyun #jeong jaehyun #nct 127 #nct #jaehyun nct #nct jaehyun #barista au #jaehyun smut #nct scenarios #nct imagines

[multifanhoe99]

Kinktober Day 3- Lingerie

This is gonna be self-indulgent as hell and I am not sorry but also I hope you enjoy it!

Pairing: non-idol!JB x afab!Reader

Warnings: Pet names (Daddy, Princess, Baby), mentions of panty stealing, mentions of masturbation, oral (fem. receiving), PIV intercourse, creampie (fem. receiving), no condom (be safe out there y'all), spanking, hair pulling

=Please let me know if I missed any.=

PROMPT LIST

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~18+ MDNI ~

It was not often that you wanted to buy fancy things. Even less often the fancy stuff you happen to buy turns out to be something sexy to wear for your husband. This time you couldn't help it. One day in your boredom you decided to do some online shopping and found a gorgeous lacey emerald green set that you knew would look amazing against your skin tone. Even better it was on sale! One night's bored purchase is another night's fun. Honestly, you had almost completely forgotten you bought it until it came in the mail today. It was a pleasant surprise, a gift from your past self and you couldn't help but be thrilled. Just then you got another idea. You were going to make an event of it. You had the day off to relax anyway why not make it worthwhile. With that determination in mind, you went to take a shower to get ready for what you had planned. After your shower, you applied some light makeup and fixed your hair into neat french braids that finished off as low pigtails. He liked your hair like that for very obvious reasons. Then you put on the new lingerie set you bought. On top of it, you put on the dress you know he loves seeing you in the most. It's a long red sundress with flowers on it and a slit that goes up the middle rather than down the side. Once you were all dolled up and ready you decided to head to the kitchen to fix up his favorite meal and to set the table like they would in a restaurant.

When you were finally done you sent a quick text to your husband, -I have a surprise for you when you get home! I hope you like it I love you. See you soon!- You knew he should be on his way home by now and the notification would come up on the dash screen of his car. A few minutes later you get his reply, - I can't wait! I am almost home. I love you too!- It was exciting waiting in anticipation for him to come home. Not even five minutes later while you were putting the finishing touches on the meal you heard the front door open and close. You went out to greet him, "Hello my love how was work?"

"Ah, you know same old-," he pauses when he finally looks up from taking off his shoes to switch to his house slippers, "Wow, what's the special occasion that my beautiful wife feels the need to make my knees weak."

"There is no special occasion I just felt like pampering my handsome husband because he's been working extra hard lately," you replied moving closer to give him a kiss. He instantly returned the kiss and placed his hands on your hips. Before the kiss could get any more heated you pulled away, "Dinner is ready in the kitchen. I made your favorite."

"Have I ever told you that I love you," he asks following you into the kitchen/dining room.

"Only every single day Jae," you respond with a giggle at his affection. No matter how long you two have been together Im Jaebum gives you butterflies like it's still the very first date. Upon seeing the spread you had laid out on the table he came up to hug you from behind and whispered in your ear, "So you did all of this just because I have been working extra hard? I feel like you are planning something, Princess."

"What I can't just want to do something nice for you," you ask trying not to give your true intentions away.

"Okay, I will believe you for now. Let's eat then," he says giving you one more kiss on the head before going to sit down. You both enjoy your meal together and he helps you clean up. When everything was cleaned and put away you went up to JB and wrapped your arms around his neck. He placed his hands back on your hips. You lean closer to whisper in his ear again, "There is more to your surprise. Join me in the bedroom will you?"

"See I knew you were up to something," he says with a smile but follows you to the bedroom anyway. You sit him down on the edge of the bed and tell him to close his eyes. Once you are sure he isn't peeking you remove the dress you were wearing and throw it into the hamper in the corner of the room. You let him know that he can open his eyes and when he does you don't fail to notice the way his eyes darken when they look at you. His expression shifts from one of pure admiration to something darker and full of lust. You can hear it in the timber of his voice when he says, "Come here princess let daddy get a closer look at you."

You can't help but do what he asks this was your plan after all and you couldn't be more glad that it worked. As you step closer he places his hands on your thighs. It is gentle at first and then he moves up higher. Wrapping his arms around your thighs and pulling you closer so he can see as he moves his hands up to your ass and giving it a firm squeeze. Then he lands a sharp spank on your left cheek and soothes it by rubbing his hand softly over the spot. "Look at you, baby. You look so good for me all wrapped in lace like this. I will try not to ruin it while I am busy fucking you into oblivion," he growls from his position below you. From that same position, he lifts you up with no issues and tosses you gently onto the bed so that you're lying on your back.

He takes his sweet time kissing and nipping at your inner thighs. He makes his way so slowly to the place you need him most. You can feel how wet you are just from this and he hasn't even properly started yet. You know that he is doing this on purpose and are sure this was his own plan ever since he became suspicious of you planning something. He was moving so slowly and so gently and you knew that he could see how much it affected you from the ever-growing wet patch on your new panties. "Da-daddy please don't tease me anymore I c-can't take it. I need you please," you beg gasping when he nips just a little bit harder at your most sensitive parts.

"That's it, baby beg for me. Beg for me to use this pretty little pussy however I want," he replies finally giving you some type of relief by rubbing a thumb up and down your covered folds. He continued that for a little while longer and then gave in at the sound of your desperate moans. He pulled the panties down your legs and once they were fully off he shoved them into the pocket of his slacks. You already struggled to think and he was only getting started. It only got worse when he finally gave your pussy the attention you wanted him to. He licked a long stripe up your glistening folds humming in satisfaction at your taste.

"What do you think princess should I take my time eating you out until you cum again and again on my face or would you just like me to get you ready enough to take my cock," he asks. It was getting hard to form words. The combination of his tongue and his two fingers that joined shortly after his question was blurring your mind with pleasure. He stops all movement to say, "Come on baby use your words. Already so fucked dumb and I have barely even done anything yet. What do you want you can say it."

"I w- I want to-to-to- wanna get ready for daddy's cock," you say barely able to string the sentence together. Jaebum had a way of doing that to you and you loved it. You loved being able to give yourself over to the pleasure he brought you and he loved it too. Hearing your answer JB dove in like a man starved. After so many years he knew your body like nobody else and he knew exactly what to do to bring you over the edge. His mouth licking your sensitive clit and his middle and ring fingers plunging deep into you. Every time you'd touch yourself when he wasn't around you could never get your fingers to go as deep as his. He brought you ecstasy like nothing else. You could feel yourself getting closer.

"Daddy I am so close please can I cum I really wanna cum on your face please please, please," you begged almost crying.

"Cum baby cum all over my face and then again one more time on my cock after," he said temporarily removing his mouth from your clit and then going right back. When he replaces his mouth you feel yourself let go coming all over his face and fingers. It feels so good but you know you aren't done yet. He wastes no time moving away to remove his own clothes and then flipping you over. He pulls your hips up and once he has the right position he slides right in. He gives you enough time to adjust to him and as soon as he's sure you're okay he sets a fast pace. At first, his hands are on your hips giving your ass harsh slaps every so often that make you yelp and moan at the painful pleasure. Then his hands move to your hair each hand taking one of the pigtails and then pulling back making your back arch and he is able to hit a new deeper angle. He can feel you tightening around him and he knows you're close again which is good because so is he. He leans down into your ear, "That's it, baby just a little more, and then let's cum together yeah?"

He keeps up this pace and it is only a matter of time before you're falling off the edge cumming all over his cock and he follows seconds after. Cum spurting out in thick ropes into you. It takes a moment for you both to calm down but when you finally do he goes to the bathroom to get a warm rag to clean you up. "That was amazing and you should online shop more often if this is what it leads to," he jokes.

"Yeah I will get right on that," you respond with a laugh. He helps you clean up, take your make-up off, and let your hair down. You both fall asleep in each other's arms after exchanging a sincere 'I love you' and you couldn't be happier to end your day with him.

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A/N: HOLY COW!!! I am so sorry for being so late on this one but like I said it was really self-indulgent and I definitely got super carried away. Luckily day 3 is done and day 4 will be out later today so as a bonus for this one being late you technically get two in one day! HOORAY!

#k-pop smut #got7 smut #jb smut #JB x reader #x reader #im jaebum #got7 #kinktober #kinktober 2023

[prolix-yuy]

The Booth (and All its Misuses)

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x F!Reader Editor "Murch"

Summary: Dieter is pushing boundaries with the roles he takes. And with you.

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: Explicit, 18+ MINORS DNI, descriptions of male and female bodies, heavy fantasizing including oral sex (m and f receiving) and allusions to PiV sex, exhibitionism, dirty talk like whoa, male masturbation, allusions to female masturbation, Dieter's voice is a weapon.

Notes: That fucking cat show waltzed on in here and made me imagine Dieter recording those ridiculous lines and here we are. It's such a role for him I couldn't resist. This Dieter and Murch are from my series Best Laid Plans, and this story takes place before the events of The Plan. I also have to thank @boliv-jenta for being part of the inspiration for this fic with her hilarious Claude story that I've been giggling over for a couple days now.

Cross-posted on AO3

Best Laid Plans Series Masterlist

“What stupid thing did you sign me up for?”

Dieter’s agent blows a sigh into the phone that makes him wince. He’s still a little hungover despite the IV service he ordered this morning, the grease-laden breakfast sandwich, and the lazy handjob he gave himself in the shower. He thought today was a light day, maybe a press junket in the afternoon he could roll into once the edges of his vision cleared. But instead he’s ushered into a Mercedes and finds himself on the way to a studio to record…

“The voice of a bald horny street cat?” he asks, flipping through the short script. 

“It sounded up your alley…cat,” she quips back, and despite the low ache in the base of his skull he has to admit he enjoys the over-the-top dialogue. A little slutty, artistic, dramatic? Yeah, his agent’s got him pegged well.

His thoughts drift for a moment at the suggestive wording. He should really call Mitsy for another night in.

By the time he exits the car his head has cleared a little, aided by the coffee he whined to pick up and a few more minutes of shuteye. It looks like it’ll be a quick read, only a few pages of dialogue. He sweeps in, heavy brown cardigan flapping behind as he greets the audio tech and director. Their handshakes are straightforward, professional. The tech settles him in the sound booth, testing levels and microphones as the director walks Dieter through the scenes. It’s exactly how it sounds; a lascivious street cat wooing a plump pink hairless counterpart. He’s scrungly but smooth, devilish but dashing. Dieter raises an eyebrow at some of this - are people supposed to be horny for the cats? - but makes no comment.

The read is pretty fun for a one-off job. He leans into the ridiculousness to the director’s delight, and ad libs a few responses. The “follicle divergent” line was a favorite addition. He even turns on the bedroom voice for a few takes. If some classic Dieter filth gets him on their good side, maybe he’ll score something less ridiculous next time. Connections, connections, connections as his agent always says. 

As he finishes up the final page, a door opens on the other side of the glass. His eyes flick up briefly before the words slog to a stop in his mouth.

What are you doing here?

“Problem, Dieter?” the tech asks through Dieter’s headset. It sounds further away than before, like a string between two tin cans instead of Sennheisers. You lean over to address the director, his quick nod dismissing you to sit on a chair in a darkened corner. Dieter swallows hard, shaking off the stumble.

“How do you want me to pronounce ‘gordita’? Throw more accent on it?” he asks, directing their attention away enough to sneak a look at you. Your phone screen illuminates your face, harsh blue light carving your pretty features into something sharp and focused. 

He wants you to look up so he can give you a little nonchalant wave, like it’s no big deal the cute girl who keeps showing up on his movie set and making him laugh is here when he’s reading for a syphilitic cartoon cat. He tries to think up a good line to shoot you when he exits the booth - so this is where you hang out when you’re not on my set, Murch? - but even that falls flat in his head. Plus there’s something about calling you Murch in front of people who don’t know you that makes him cringe. You’ve got enough working against you in Hollywood, you don’t need him tossing out pet names that could lessen their respect for you. He respects the hell out of you in the first place; how hard you work, how everyone likes interacting with you, the trust people have in you to do your job well. Murch is just between the two of you, its own sign of respect. 

He can admit to himself it’s also a sign of a little more than that. Only for him.

He throws himself into the last fifteen minutes of the recording, flourishing his vocals for peak laughs. He wishes you had some headphones on so he could make you roll your eyes or snicker with him, but you’re tapping on your phone up until the tech ends the recording. Dieter gathers himself and feigns casual energy as he exits the booth.

“Need any more takes? We’re running early on my schedule,” he says breezily, letting his gaze fall to you almost by mistake. “Oh, hey, didn’t see you come in. Elias doesn’t have you working today?” He offers a friendly smile, the most professional he’s even been with you. 

“Running drives today,” you say simply, hovering next to the tech while he transfers the audio to a slim hard drive. “The DIT has my footage until 6, so I’m sneaking some extra hours in.” 

Right, you’re still “working your way” in the business, putting in hard days for not enough pay and expected to be happy about it. He’s seen you with lunch orders on set, filling in for a PA or making calls in the home office when shoots are delayed. You’re happiest behind your computer, hands fast on the keyboard and eyes darting over a timeline as you help massage a masterpiece out of the mess. But you’re still working towards that being all you have to do to survive in Hollywood. Maybe after this film you’ll be able to breathe easier. Maybe he could win an Oscar for it and you could be an award-winning editor. It would be nice to win an Oscar for you.

Not for you. For himself. That would just be some icing on the cake, to give you a leg up in the industry where he can. That’s all. 

“That’s all Dieter, you’re wrapped. Sean, take off, you can still make your kid’s game,” the director says, the tech smiling gratefully as he snatches up his bag. A little flash of an idea, born out of wandering thoughts and attraction and foolhardiness, crosses Dieter’s lips.

“Hey, could I use the booth for a little while longer? I’ve got some pickups I need to record for an audiobook and I forgot to book a space,” he asks, silently hoping this moment of assholery might work out. The tech sighs loudly, rubbing a hand over his face, before you chime in.

“I can wait around, I’ve seen Sean do this enough I can figure it out. And I’ll lock up as we leave,” you say, sunny expression lightening the dour mood. It only takes a moment of shuffling for the others to leave, Sean waving a thanks to you as the door swings shut. 

Shit, he only planned this far, now what?

“Well you better hop back in, you’ve only got…17 minutes,” you say, settling into the swivel chair and pulling the huge headphones over your ears. 

“Not even a, ‘hey Di, nice to see you, thank you for brightening up my day with your dramatic cat-acting’? …Cacting? Ooh, I like that,” he says, leaning in the door frame. You smirk and roll your eyes.

“Hi Di, it’s always a pleasure to see your shining face, and whatever you rolled out of bed into. That’s a comfy looking sweater,” you smirk back, redirecting your attention to the soundboard. “Now can you get in there and do your lines so I’m not late getting back?” you say.

“Yes ma’am, thanks again,” he says, shutting the door behind him. A little smile settles on his face that she liked his cardigan, actively dashing it off before he pulls over a chair to the microphone stand. He’s got a reputation to uphold, and getting gooey over a compliment isn’t part of his brand. Settling back into the seat, he pantomimes opening his phone and placing it on the stand in front of him. 

There’s no script, it’s just a ploy, something to get you to stick around and talk to him more. He always enjoys the handful of minutes he gets with you on sets as you wait for dailies or a script revision to bring back to post-production. He wishes you were one of the actors sometimes, stranded on set while the crew reset or shuffled you around, leaving time to chat and open up. He wants to ask you what your favorite memories were, discuss a new art exhibit at length, pop a few edibles and get high enough that your minds could melt into each other, followed by your bodies. But you’re always moving, a skip in your gait like you’re worried about being a step behind. He dreads the day Hollywood tries to beat that drive out of you, make you step on something precious to get ahead. He wants to put his hands on your shoulders and tell you it’s okay to slow down, to walk instead of run, that you don’t deserve to fall into bed exhausted every day just to get up and do it all over again. 

“Do you need me to keep an ear on your recording?” you say, hand hovering over the button as you look at Dieter through the glass. He twists a crooked smile onto his face, his improvisation skills helping him navigate the conversation.

“It’s an erotic audiobook, so I’ll leave that up to you Murch,” he says, winking. You roll your eyes again, hitting record before reaching to mute yourself. “Wait, before you do that, how’s your day been?” he asks, slouching into his chair with spread thighs. He likes to see if you’ll look, give him any hint that you may be as interested in him as he finds you.

“Not too bad, Di, living the dream,” you say, leaning forward on your elbows with a smile. “Post’s coming along good, you’re getting better at not spitting every time you shout at Alé.”

“They keep asking me to drink during that scene, it gets me all drooly!” he retorts, the tinny laugh coming through his headset warming his chest. He really likes the way your eyes scrunch up when he gets a good giggle out of you, that you’ll laugh with your whole body if he gets it right. 

“Besides that, nothing special. You looking forward to the scenes you get to shoot in Rome?”

“Looking forward to being told I can’t have any pasta. What else are you supposed to eat in the city of love?” You laugh again, goosebumps tingling along Dieter’s neck at how intimate the sound is coming through his headphones.

“I’m pretty sure that’s Paris.”

“Tell me you’ve never fallen in love with a pasta alla vodka.”

“You eat all the things you love, Bravo?”

“Some of them,” he purrs, dropping his voice down an octave and tilting his head. You shake yours with an exasperated sigh, but he thinks he sees your eyelashes flutter. He’s about to elaborate - I do love pussy, and not just the weird cat I’ve been reading for - when the glow of your phone directs your eyes down.

“Shit, I’m blowing up,” you curse, scrolling quickly. “Are you good to go?”

Dieter nods his head, squaring up his chair and adjusting the microphone stand down to his level.

“I’ve got it Murch, you take care of business. Thanks for doing me a favor,” he says, trying not to let the disappointment bleed into his voice. You shoot him a tight smile before muting yourself, red light blinking in his view. You watch the screen for a moment before taking off your headphones and diving back into your phone, alternating typing and scrolling.

The silence of the room lays heavy on his shoulders, the warmth of your voice slowly fading. He feigns opening up something on his phone, a blank webpage all that actually stares back at him. Wetting his lips, he wonders what the hell to say to make it look like he’s not just dicking around in here.

“Hey Murch,” he finally settles on, keeping his eyes glued to his phone, now dark enough to reflect his face back at him, your blurry silhouette in the corner of his eye.

“It’s nice to see you today. You haven’t been on set in a bit. Things must be ramping up in your edit bay. They’re keeping you busy, that’s for sure. Or you’re keeping yourself busy. Because you know, you work really hard. I see it. Everyone does.” He clears his throat briefly, eyes snapping up to you. You flick your own up, a question on your face, but he just thumbs-ups you. 

“What would you do if you got a break? What does the lovely Murch do on a day off?” he says, his throat catching a little on lovely. “I think you like a big breakfast, something with fruit in it. You like…mangos, right? I’m pretty sure you said that once. Or peaches.” The phantom flavors drift along his tongue. “And then I’d bet you’d want to do something outside, especially if it’s nice out. Get out of that dark basement. Wear something light and breezy.”

It occurs to Dieter he’s never seen you in anything more than jeans and a t-shirt. What would you look like with your shoulders bare, legs on display, breasts scooped into a flattering neckline and ass swishing along? Did you even like pretty summer dresses? God he hoped you did. You would look fucking delicious.

A tightening in his groin alerts Dieter to a path his brain probably shouldn’t go down, but it’s the Wizard of Oz in there and his libido is following the yellow brick road. He licks his lips at the thought of you turning to wait for him, a flirty hemline skimming along your thighs. If a little breeze kicked up the skirt would flutter just a little too high for your liking, making you smooth it back down. And he’d be helpless to stop from falling to his knees and ducking his head under it.

His cock is at full attention now, straining against his slacks. He tries to shake off this train of thought, redirect to something that will refocus him, but every time he glances up to take in your features, your attention elsewhere, only hardens him more. 

“Fuck, you’d look good in something like that. You look good all the time.” Dieter’s hand clenches on his thigh, dangerously close to crossing a line. An irrelevant notification lights up his screen - ten more minutes of studio time. He squeezes his eyes shut, worrying at his lower lip with his teeth.

He shouldn’t. You’d be grossed out if he did, violated. Probably scream at him, call him a filthy little slut. 

Fuck, his pesky degradation kink’s not helping.

“Shit, Murch, you got me hard in a fucking sound booth. I can’t even get this hard this fast watching porn. What the fuck have you done to me?” he husks out, running a hand over his face. His cock bobs in his pants, the mistake of even alluding to porn in the same breath as your name furthering his thoughts. Because now that he’s said it, all the little scenarios he lies to himself about jacking off to come to the forefront unbidden.

The way the slip of your tongue over your lower lip makes him want to follow it with the head of his cock, fat and weeping at your hot breath. 

How your hands moving along a keyboard make him wonder how they’d look wrapped around his shaft, pulling him to the brink expertly before easing him back.

The fact that there’s a couch in that dark little room you work in that calls for him to fuck you on it over and over again.

You put down your phone right as he’s spiraling, imagining how you’d look spread on your back on that beat-up monstrosity as he hovers over you, and slip your headphones back on. He coughs once, hoping his face isn’t too red.

“You doing okay Di?” you ask, a note of concern coming through.

Busted. 

He shifts in his chair, his erection thankfully hidden by his low seat and the little stand his phone rests on. 

“Hah, yeah, just…getting through some of this dialogue.”

You smirk, chin in your hand.

“What, a little too spicy for THE Dieter Bravo?” you say, and have the audacity to pull the corner of your lip between your teeth. 

Well never mind then. He was going to be the gentleman and suffer in silence. But if you were going to insist on egging him on when he was just imagining how sweet your cunt would taste, then he’s going to play a little dirty.

“You can be the judge of that,” he says airily, raising an eyebrow in challenge.

“I’ve read my fair share of romance novels. I don’t think you’ll surprise me.”

Oh, it’s really on now.

“Then listen in. Maybe you’ll learn something new.”

You settle back into your chair, motioning for Dieter to begin. He rolls his shoulders, putting both hands on the stand and pulling focus to his phone. His grayscale reflection is remarkably confident for how rippling his insides feel. Pulling from memories of early gigs that were a hair shy of softcore pornos and his own racing thoughts, he writes you a story.

“I fucking want you. Keep telling myself no but I fucking want you,” he growls, puffing hard out his nose. Your reaction is immediate; your eyes snap wide, mouth parting. He wants to look you in the eyes as he improvises a scene but doing that and trying to keep his composure above the waist is proving too much. His lips brush hard against the microphone, his whiskers scraping along the sensitive instrument.

“I’d make it so good for you, make you mine so many times you’d have to spend the night. Would you like that? For me to take care of you so fully, so completely, you wouldn’t be able to walk out after? Because I want you like that every. Single. Day. Let me make you feel so fucking good, baby.”

You’re trying to keep a neutral face but he can see it. The tremble of your lower lip. The rigidness of your posture. He would bet his summer house you were squeezing your thighs under the control table. God, he wants to be on the other side of the glass and saying these things in your ear, lips brushing against your skin. Filthier things too, like how he wants you to cum so hard it drips down your legs for him to lick up. That he’ll stretch you so good on his cock, make you drunk with pleasure every moment you let him. 

“Because you deserve to feel like a goddess. You do so much for me, baby, let me give you even an ounce of that back to you. I’ll be so good for you, sweetheart, treat you better than that goddamn shithead of an ex that was never worth your time.”

Dieter’s running his mouth as close to the truth as he thinks he can get away with, sneaking glances up to see how you react. Your arms are folded in a picture of ease, but he can see how your fingers dig into your bicep. He drops his voice into a lower register, rumbling deep but with a gentle quality he enjoys utilizing for narration.

“He lets her ride his buttery slick thighs, buried so deep he can’t tell where her pleasure ends and his begins. He doesn’t care as long as she keeps throwing her head back like that and crying his name. If his heart gave out now he’d die happy with the musk of her on his lips and her velvet walls clenched around him. Even though she’s already cum twice he urges her into a third with his clever thumb and a grin when she shatters.” Dieter’s half impressed at himself for thinking on his feet, the words quickening the rise and fall of your chest. Your cunt must be on fire from this, he hopes he’s not the only one aching. You can’t be unaffected, not with the way you can’t look away, gaze tight on his face when he looks up. He’s got one more tiny idea that could get him in trouble, or make the tension thread between you finally snap. Leaning forward, he looks through his lashes at you. You’re holding your breath.

“Be a good girl for me, baby.”

Your reaction is instant. Blinking hard and flaring your nostrils, your grip gets even tighter. Your skin must be blazing hot, the heat between your thighs unbearable. He wants to soothe it with his tongue, quench it with his fingers as you fist his hair and tell him how good he’s making you feel. His cock is hard to the point of exploding in his pants, the telltale tingle in his hips warning him that it’s all too possible. 

A question hangs on the tip of his tongue, one he’s so prepared to ask:

Want some help with that Murch?

You jump suddenly, the faint clanging of an alarm on the other side of the glass a shock to his own system.

MotherFUCKER.

“Sorry Di, time’s up. I gotta get moving,” you stammer, shakily pressing buttons to stop the recording and transfer the data. He tosses the headphones off quickly, taking the briefest of moments to wrap his cardigan around his middle to hide the prominence of his erection. He saunters back into the room with a smug smile.

“Now who’s gotten all flustered?” he teases, hopeful you won’t bolt from his sight. The balance is precarious now, a tiny nudge in the direction he desires setting everything off balance. Thankfully you chuckle and shake your head.

“That’s really paying your bills? I swear I’ve read better online for free,” you say, sticking in a loose USB stick and transferring the “audiobook” over for him. Dieter hovers in case you open the file, but you only hand him the drive with an overly bright smile. He takes it from you, searching your face for any hint of the titillation he caught earlier.

“You’ll have to send me your favorites, I’ll record them for a good price,” he drawls, leaning on one hand in your space. It’s a dance he’s done with you in the past, but never with so much charge in the air. He can almost taste the electricity between you, and when you meet his eyes there’s a flash of something deeper, something you won’t let come to the surface so you tamp it down with a dramatic sigh.

“Why would I want my scorching hot erotica in your voice?” you joke, his hands coming up in mock hurt before he winks at you. You shake your head and put the hard drive you came here for in your bag. 

“See you on set?” he asks, and god he sounds pitiful to his own ears but you tilt your head and smile, hand on the knob to leave.

“I’ll be around,” you say before leaving him in the booth in silence and his own tangle of thoughts.

A bolt of arousal claws down his spine, a filthy moan falling from his lips.

“Sweetheart, I’m so goddamn hard for you. I need you to look at me. Look at me and I’ll cum so hard. Just fucking look at me. See me. See what you do to me?” His hand moves faster, fingers catching along the thick ridge of his head, the need almost painful as his mind conjures the image. Your lips pursed, eyes still cast down as he whimpers into a microphone.

“Want you to put those talented fingers inside your panties and rub your clit on the other side of this window. Let me whisper all the fucking depraved shit I want to do to you, how I want to lick and finger and fuck every hole until you beg me to stop. I’ll be…such a…good boy for you.” He’s on the knife’s edge, looking down into the chasm, heavy breaths making it harder to hide. “Let me…be your good boy, sweetheart. Please, look at me.” 

And in the moment before he cums, you look up and catch his eye. 

It’s a livewire to his cock, and he empties onto his stomach with ragged cries. He’s begging it to hurry up, be as fleeting of an orgasm as when he pumps it into some starlet wanting a night with his publicity, but it keeps rolling and rolling over him, shuddering breaths and clamping legs. Tears come to his eyes because even with how fucking good it feels, he knows it could be so much better. He knows a night with you would be a million fucking times better than his hand and his phone next to his ear playing the soft laughs he coaxed out of you. That you’d make him cum, but you’d also make him smile, and preen, and maybe even glow.

Shame burns along his chest at how fucking sad this must look, legendary playboy Dieter Bravo, who could open his hotel room door and have anyone on his cock that he pleases, covered in his own cum while your voice tells him Paris is the city of love. 

Stopping the recording, he flops an arm over his face. He’s gotta get you out of his system, invite you to one of his parties for one really good fuck then send you on your happy little way. You could brag about bedding him, about how many orgasms he gave you and how much he’s ruined you for other men. And he could scratch the itch buried between his shoulders that flares when you trade good-natured barbs. Clear his head of this weird little infatuation he hasn’t experienced since he was 25 and drunk off his first love. 

That’s it, he’ll do what he always does. Make you feel like the center of his world for a night and part happy and satiated. It might finally ease the giddiness you bring with the swing of your hips. Maybe it will finally feed the emptiness inside him when the drugs peter off and his skin feels too tight and all he wants to do is find the next high or low to distract him.

But first, he’s gotta get you to accept his invitation.

END

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[dumbkiri]

𝕆𝕌ℝ 𝕎𝔸ℝ 『2』

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴡᴏ: ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀɪᴀʟ

[Name] is put on trial for abandonment and conflict of interests. She retells her story of what happened in Shiganshina. Her bravery wasn't unnoticed. Every person in that courtroom recognized her for her strength besides her accuser.

“I know this could be difficult,” Zachary’s old voice spoke out to the courtroom, but he was directing his attention to the woman standing alone with her enemies to her right and her comrades to her left. “But I need you to tell me what happened that day. Why are you being tried for this error that could have been made by anyone?” 

[Name] blinked and nodded her head to tell her side of the story. The shackles on her hands clanged together when she straightened up. Taking a deep breath, she began, “I was meeting up with Commander Pixis of the Garrison to talk about extra defenses along the walls. I had proposed the idea to my own commander and he thought I should relay it to Commander Pixis as soon as I could. That day I was pardoned from the expedition and allowed to see my family.”

A flash of Carla, Eren and Mikasa’s face appeared in her memory. The memory of yesterday’s early morning where everything was fine. 

“My kid siblings are very fond of the Scouts and we bid our farewells to them. Captain Levi and Squad Leader Hanji can testify to that,” She added shortly then continued, “After that, I took them home and helped my mom prepare supper. I lost track of time and my comrade, Valery O’Hara, came to my house and reminded me of my meeting.”

…

“[Name], your father is preparing for something and I don’t know what it is.” Carla stopped undressing the goose at the counter and she set her feathered hands down with a gloom look on her face. “He’s always gone and-”

The young female shook her head and continued to wash the dishes in the sink, “Mom, you know I can’t say anything. I promised Father that I would keep you guys safe from his secrets and our world. You saw what I am and you can trust me to save you guys no matter what.” 

[Name] dried her hands off and she grabbed her mom by the shoulders, “When Father is gone, I will be here. You call out to me whenever you need help, send a letter, say my name a million times, anything and I will listen to your call.” Her [e.color] eyes had a flicker of [f.color] shine in them before disappearing and Carla breathed out a small ‘okay’. 

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

“Do you know who could be at the door?” Carla questioned wiping her hands onto her apron and [Name] groaned. 

“I may have forgotten an important meeting with Commander Pixis. I have to go, but don’t forget my words.” [Name] hurriedly pressed a kiss on Carla’s cheek and dashed to the front door greeting her comrade, Valery O’Hara. “Yep, Val, I know! Thanks for coming by to get me!”

Carla shook her head with a small smile on her face watching her step-daughter jump onto her horse and riding away with urgency. “That girl is always running late.”

…

“When I made it to Wall Maria, I was greeted by some Garrison soldiers joking about my lateness to the meeting. Before I could dismount my horse there was a strike of lightning that appeared behind the group and I. It shook the ground and left us all stunned in a stupor. But when we turned around, we questioned the large hand placed on top of the wall. Some soldiers questioned the possibility of a titan that huge and some were still stunned in silence.” 

[Name] kept her eyes connected with Zachary’s and said with a detached tone as if she didn’t want to remember the events of Shiganshina. “In a matter of seconds, Shiganshina began to fall. The titan that loomed over our walls looked down at us and kicked a massive hole at the entrance. Titans were filtering in and rubble from the wall flew in all kinds of directions. Fire was catching onto buildings and the innocent. 

“Immediately, I went into action and demanded extra gear and gas tanks to kill those titans. I wasn’t going to stay stuck in my fear. People were going to die and I had to move-”

“You mean your family was in danger, that was all you thought about,” Captain Woerman cruelly said with a sneer on his long face. 

[Name] rightfully ignored him and said, “I was granted gear and I charged back towards Shiganshina to help every citizen escape.”

…

“Welcome back, Miss ‘Tardiness’,” A Garrison soldier snickered and stopped [Name]’s horse from going into Wall Maria. Reaper huffed at the soldier and pulled his head away with disdain for the man. 

“Sorry, James, but Reaper doesn’t like anyone touching him,” [Name] laughed and gently petted the black horse to settle him down. 

James cocked an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest, a teasing smile on his face, “Yeah, sure. I thought I saw Reaper being all soft with a certain captain in your regimen before. Reaper is also fond of that captain’s female horse.”

“What can I say? Reaper has exceptions and-”

BOOM!

An intense sound resonated within the Wall of Shiganshina and it shook [Name] to her core knowing what exactly makes that kind of sound. Her body slowly turned to the sound and she was startled by the large muscle hand on top of the wall.  

‘No, no, no! Why is the Colossal Titan here!” [Name] shouted mentally disturbed by the sight of a Warrior by her home. It peered over the wall and another loud sound of the entrance being kicked in almost knocked her off of Reaper. There was no time to question or hesitate any longer. The screams of citizens terrified her more than the Colossal Titan did. 

“James, you gotta give me gear to fight!”

“R-right, follow me!” James hopped onto his own horse and he took off to a refill station. Reaper kept up with James and it only took them a few minutes to get to the station. Once there, they jumped off their horses and [Name] was given ODM gear to go help the evacuation. The gear was strapped on nicely and quickly [Name] ran back to Shiganshina. She hooked her wires onto some buildings and it didn’t take her long to scale up the wall. 

Fire had spread among Shiganshina and [Name] jumped off the wall to start killing titans. She knew the Garrison would only rely on their cannons and defenses instead of their gear and swords. Any sane person would resort to weapons that allowed long distance. But a real soldier would engage into close combat to ensure the kill. 

…

“I focused my killings at the entrance to stop more from coming in. Very few of the Garrison soldiers were actually using their ODM gear to engage with the titans and they continued to fire cannons at citizens and titans with their fear stricken minds. 

“The titan pile I formed at the entrance only allowed a few to crawl through so I flew to help the citizens that were dealing with titans that came in a lot earlier and faster. I was all over the city of Shiganshina killing every titan that was near me. I killed 27 titans by myself, that’s more than every Garrison soldier that was present that day. I mean no disrespect to the regimen or the soldiers, but to hold me accountable for abandonment is unfair to me.” 

“You left us to fend off that abnormal titan that broke a hole into Wall Maria!” Captain Woermann shouted with another absurd interruption. “You had the strength to kill 27 titans alone, I believe she also had the strength to take down that titan too! But she abandoned her post to save her own family, it’s a conflict of interest I tell you all!”

Zachary looked back at [Name] and asked her, “What happened to your family, Ms. Jaeger?”

[Name] thought back to the scene where she almost lost her whole family in one day. She fought back the tears that were welling in her eyes and she cleared her throat, “I had finished killing off a titan that cornered a woman into an alley and stopped on a roof to examine the state of Shiganshina. 

“Titans were still roaming and my old friend along with a new Garrison soldier were fighting alongside each other to get rid of some. I was going to aid them, but that’s when I heard my family crying out to me.” She swallowed the lump in her throat and she looked down at the floor. “I thought the screaming citizens terrified me more than anything, but if you had heard your family crying out your name, it would bring pain to your heart. I knew what I was doing and I traveled as fast as I could to my family. I didn’t notice it earlier, but a huge piece of rubble had landed on my home and my mother was the only one present inside of it.

“When I arrived, I saw my siblings desperately trying to lift off a large piece of rubble from our mother. To see my younger siblings cry and fail at this action broke my heart.”

…

“And that’s 27,” [Name] said out of breath landing roughly onto a rooftop. She looked around her surroundings and saw James along with the new recruit fighting together. The two of them looked like they had it covered, but [Name] couldn’t afford to lose her only allies in this battle. The young woman stepped towards them, yet she stopped herself when she heard unsynchronized cries that yelled out her name. 

“[Name]!”

“[Name], where are you!”

“[Name], help mom!”

Her body froze upon hearing her family from the direction of their house. She looked at James and the girl fighting, but she couldn’t bring herself to help them. Her family needed her and she promised her mom she would be there for them when their father was absent. [Name] switched out her blades and zipped over to her house and what she saw was utterly painful. 

“[Name]!” Carla called out to the soldier and reached her right hand out for help. While Mikasa and Eren looked behind them with tears in their eyes and a glimpse of hope. [Name] ran to her family and kneeled down in front of her mom. It wasn’t possible to lift this off her and her legs must be incredibly injured. 

“Mom! Why isn’t there-” [Name] stopped herself short and looked at her kid siblings. Their hands had splinters and cuts on them. Then she looked back at her mom, “I’m going to get you out, I just need some time!”

THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!

She knew what that sound was and she peeked over the rubble to see a titan she thought she’d never see again. ‘This word is too cruel!’ She thought and focused back on trying to lift the slab of wood on her mom. 

“[Name], that titan is getting closer! You have to kill it!” Eren shouted at his older sister and she shook her head, ‘no’. 

“Eren, I ran out of gas traveling here! I can’t kill it, right now we need to get mom out of here!” She grunted out and the wood slab was slowly lifting off of Carla’s back. Her hands gripped tightly onto the wood and she pushed herself so she could lift it higher. But the splinters were so painful. 

“Hurry and crawl out!” [Name] shouted gritting her teeth together and her eyes shut firmly. Before Carla could drag herself out the rumble of the floor shook [Name]’s exhausted legs and the wood slab fell back onto Carla. [Name] huffed out and went back to regain her position. 

“Just get your siblings out of here,” Carla said with tears pooling in her eyes.

[Name] pulled out the obvious splitters and looked down at her mom, “Not a chance! We’re getting you out of here! Eren, Mikasa, when I lift this up pull mom out as fast as you can, got it?”

Both of the kids nodded their heads and [Name] placed her bloody hands on the slab again.

…

“I was prepared to save my mom and kid siblings at any cost. Unfortunately, I ran out of gas to kill that titan so I used up all my strength to lift the wood slab off my mom. I failed the first time and when I tried again, a Garrison soldier arrived on scene to help us out. His name was Hannes and he knew my family. I asked for his help, but his confidence led him to believe that he could take down the smiling titan.”

“Did he kill the titan, Ms. Jaeger?” Zachary asked, curiosity filling his eyes. 

[Name] shook her head and balled up her hands into fists. Anger fueled her choice of words to describe that Garrison soldier, “He was a coward. He ran up to that titan and a few seconds later he ran back carrying my brother and sister in his arms. He left my mom and I confused and when I shouted back to him he didn’t say a word. He left us alone and he didn’t even bother to switch out his gas tanks with me.”

…

“Alright, you guys ready?” 

[Name] asked her siblings and she saw Hannes come running back with a gloom look across his face. He swiftly carried Mikasa in one arm and Eren in the other. Hannes then bolted away from the two humans and titan without a word. “Hey! What the hell are you doing! Come back here!” [Name] angrily shouted and watched the coward run away. 

“You damn bastard, give me your gas tanks! I can kill the titan! Hannes! You piece of shit!” [Name] shouted profanities at the man and she looked back at her mom who looked up at her with no hope in her eyes. She pulled a dagger from her boot and looked down at her palm. She inched the blade closer to her hand and when she was about to draw blood, Carla stopped her. 

“Just…run away. [Name], please. They can’t lose you too.”

[Name] looked back at Carla and shook her head, “Mom, I know you don’t want to be left behind. I’m not going to-”

“Just leave me! You have to be with them!” Her golden eyes pierced through [Name]’s tough exterior and she caved in. Quietly, [Name] put her dagger away and stood up. She walked backwards and turned away from her crying mom. “You protect them, okay? You do everything in your power to save them! Don’t forget that, young lady!”

[Name] heard the titan, her true mother, move the rubble off of Carla’s body. She tuned out Carla’s grunts of pain and didn’t dare turn around. Her eyes were set on Eren who watched the whole thing happen. Then [Name] ran after her siblings putting her fingers to her lips, she let out a loud whistle to call Reaper to her. She kept doing it in short and long waves so he could track her down and it only took the animal three minutes to find her running out of breath. 

[Name] hopped on him and charged the horse over to where Hannes was at with her siblings. She stopped in front of him and demanded he hand them to her. The man reluctantly let them go and where her siblings sat were reversed from earlier today. Eren sat in front with him facing her. His hands were holding tightly onto her shirt as he pressed his face into her chest. 

She could feel his tears run down like a river and she rubbed his back gently with her left arm. Then Hannes put Mikasa behind her. The little girl wrapped her arms around [Name]’s abdomen and rested the left side of her face onto her back. [Name] turned to the side and wrapped her right arm around Mikasa’s back to give her comfort as well. 

“[Name], I will like to apologize for-”

“Save it for someone else, coward.” [Name] glared down at Hannes with bright [f.color] eyes. Hannes looked up at her with fear and intrigued by the change of the color in her eyes. Before she left, [Name] looked down at him and said, “I could have saved her if you had handed over your gas tanks.”

…

“My mom ended up losing her life.” [Name] spoke softly with a tremble in her voice. She continued looking at the ground trying to get rid of the memories of her mother figures. Her mother, Dina Fritz, was still roaming around as a titan. She made her way to Shiganshina and ate her step-mother. 

“I send my condolences out to you and your family, Ms. Jaeger. Your story is backed up by witnesses and even the soldier who cost your mother’s life admitted to his cowardice. The Garrison soldier also stated that he was drinking that day on patrol, he will be dealt with the punishment fit for him. So here is my verdict,” Zachary called for her to look up at him and she did with anxiety. 

The military could be a harsh place, she knew that. But she hoped that the Premier would give her rest. She needed to be with her siblings. She needed to find her father. [Name] had many things to do and she couldn’t rot in a cell that would hinder her plans. 

“The charges against you will be dismissed. I have plenty of witness statements that said it would have been impossible for you to kill the second abnormal titan that opened up Wall Maria. This abnormal titan had armor all over its body that not even the cannons could penetrate. Ms. Jaeger, you saved as many people as you could and again, I am sorry your mother wasn’t one of them. But you cannot hold blame against yourself either. Some people aren’t meant to fight titans and some are extraordinary fighters like you.”

“Thank you,” [Name] gratefully addressed Zachary and relaxed her shoulders. 

“Uncuff her,” He commanded and a MP walked over to her taking her shackles off her wrists. She rubbed the sore spots and before she could say something to Zachary, he held his hand up with a gentle smile on his face. She rarely saw him looking like that considering his normal attitude. “Bring them in, this hearing is dismissed.” 

The doors to the courtroom opened up and [Name] turned around to see her siblings run at her with tears in their eyes. She opened up her arms and they tackled her into a big hug. Eren was the first to say, “We thought they were going to take you away!” [Name] shook her head and pressed a kiss against his forehead, “No one is taking me away. I’m going to stay by your side from now on.” 

The Garrison and Military Police left the room with the exception of her branch. She lifted Mikasa in her right arm and held Eren’s right hand in her left. Then she turned around to see her extended family giving her a warm welcome. Erwin stepped up and nodded his head, “It didn’t take long for us to gather multiple witness accounts on your behalf. What you did that day was extraordinary.”

Hanji jumped up and pointed at Levi who stood next to Erwin in the bunch, “He means that it didn’t take long for Levi to start threatening people to write down statements.” 

“I didn’t threaten anyone, titan lover,” Levi grunted and he looked away from [Name] and the rest while he stood his ground. Okay, maybe he did threaten Hannes and some of the Garrison soldiers that were hesitant to write down their statements. Was he going to tell [Name] that? No way in Hell.

On the other hand, [Name] couldn’t help, but smile at Levi’s lack of eye contact and instead brought her attention to the whole group, “Thank you all for this. I’m not sure what I would’ve done if-” She felt Eren’s hand clench her own tighter and the boy was staring at the floor with an intense gaze. “Anyways, I’m glad you all came to my defense. My family and I appreciate it, right Eren? Mikasa?” 

Mikasa nodded her head and Eren mumbled a small “thanks “ to which Hanji squealed with excitement. “Ah! He reminds me of you when you get all flustered. Say, Eren, are you embarrassed right now? Does standing in front of your idols make you all giddy?” 

Eren looked back at Hanji and shouted with the biggest blush on his face, “No! You're not my idol! [Name] is a-and…maybe…” Eren’s eyes drifted over to Levi who crossed his arms over his chest with his neutral expression plastered on his face. “-just [Name]!”

“Eren, your ears are turning red,” Mikasa pointed out and the boy looked at her with betrayal etched onto his face. 

[Name] wanted to tease her brother as well, “Uh-oh, are you lying to squad leader Hanji, Eren? Your ears only turn red when you’re lying.” 

Eren let go of her hand and slapped his hands over his ears, shaking his head, “I’m not lying! It’s just…it’s hot in this mucky room and you know what? Let’s just leave already!” He tugged on her hand hard and she couldn’t help herself by laughing some more. She was grateful that she was still able to pull this front on. To keep her mask from breaking. 

Yet everything was falling into place. The loss of her second mother, her missing father, her trial and getting back her siblings. The invasion by the warriors, the war that was coming. The plan her father gave her was going to start rolling. 

And there was nothing she could do to stop it. 

“[Name], is everything okay?” 

“Huh?” She looked up at her comrades and saw their worried faces. She shook her head and waved her hand with a weak smile, “Ah, don’t worry about me. The stress is finally being released, you know?” Oh, they all knew what she meant. They had their own regrets and dwelled in their mistakes and the deaths that were caused by them. 

“Eren and Mikasa, I hope you don’t mind, but you’re going to have to live in my house in Trost.” 

“That’s okay, but what about Armin and his grandfather?” Eren asked, looking up at her with a penetrating stare. [Name] didn’t know what to say to her brother. She didn’t have room for those two unless she made the kids bunk up with one another. She also had to turn her office into a room for Armin’s grandfather. It wouldn’t be too much work. 

“I will make sure to look for them and offer them to live with us.” 

This made Eren wrap his arms around her waist and mutter a thanks into her side. [Name] hugged him back with her free arm and looked back at her comrades, “Shall we go now? After being locked in a stuffy cell, I’m dying for a few drinks and some decent food.” 

“Oh we should go to that pub near your house then! I love their cheesy bread!” Hanji exclaimed and began to lead the group out of the courtroom. She was left alone with her siblings and she gently set Mikasa down on the floor. She looked at them as they stared back at her. 

“Look,” [Name] softly began speaking, “I’m sorry you guys had to see all that terror. I’m sorry for not being there when you needed me. I’m sorry I couldn’t save mom from that titan. I should have done better. I could have done better. Will you both forgive me for my mistakes and lack of strength?”

Mikasa looked at Eren and the boy was doing his best to hold his tears in. He looked at his older sister and sniffed, “It wasn’t your fault. It’s all mine.” [Name] was confused and she asked Eren to clarify what he meant. 

“I brought up that Eren wanted to join the Scouts.” Mikasa said quietly that [Name] almost didn’t catch it. The black haired girl held a lot of guilt in her dark eyes. 

“So mom and I got into a huge fight and I left without saying goodbye. Then when the titan showed up, we ran back to our house and she was stuck. We couldn’t do anything! We’re the ones that didn’t have the strength! We’re the weak ones, not you!”

[Name] heard the sorrow in Eren’s voice, but the tone of anger was outshining it. She pulled her siblings in a tight hug and rubbed her hands up and down their backs. “Don’t think like that.” She said firmly, “You both are just children. I am an adult and I shouldn’t have let you deal with that burden. So put it on me. When you need to talk or a shoulder to cry on, you let me know. Lay it all on me.” [Name] reaffirmed.

She could feel their small bodies cry on her sturdy one. A few minutes passed and their sobs became sniffles. [Name] slowly let them go and watched them wipe their eyes and snotty noses with the sleeves of their cardigans. 

“Can we go get some of that cheesy bread Hanji talked about?” Eren asked with the corners of his eyes red with irritation. 

[Name] nodded her head with a grin, “Of course, Eren. I’ll make sure you both get enough of it.” She stood up and took both their hands in her confident grip. [Name] had to step it up as a guardian. The shank attached to the inside of her boot was snug, a result of plan B. 

She was glad that Zachary let her go or else this courtroom would have fell down in her transformation. [Name] and her siblings were greeted outside by the Scouts who waited for their moment to end. The carriages were all set to go and Hanji insisted that she ride with the kids while [Name] talked to Erwin and Levi. 

She watched her siblings follow Hanji into their designated carriage. Then she looked at Erwin who was staring straight into her soul. Again with his curious gaze, she walked into the carriage and scooted over for Levi to join her side. 

[Name] took a deep breath in and when the carriage started moving, she retold the story again to her commanding officer. 

#x reader #anime imagine #manga imagine #x female reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman imagine #eren jaeger #aot imagine #snk imagine #attack on titan #attack on titan imagine

[devil-doms]

Forbidden (Leviathan)

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS/BLANK BLOGS DNI (NO AGE IN BIO = BLOCKED)

CW: GN!MC, Maid/Butler!MC

x

You approach Levi from behind the couch and tap his shoulder. He jumps, almost dropping his phone, then turns to look at you.

“Master Lucifer wanted me to check on you and see if you needed help with anything.” You say, clasping your hands together.

“Oh…uhh…I guess I do need help cleaning and setting up my new anime figures."

"Understood!" And with that, you followed Levi to his room.

When he opened the door you were greeted with all of his figures scattered across his desk and a towel on the floor, "I was in the middle of cleaning them, but needed to take a break."

You both walk in and Levi shuts the door behind you. He hands you a rag and the two of you continued to clean his figures. Levi started going on about every figure he was cleaning, you could see why it was taking him forever to clean them. Yet, you sat there and gladly listened to him go on.

He eventually asked you about your favorite series, characters and more. You decided to answer some of the questions he asked, you were really enjoying his company.

It was now time to put the figures back onto the shelf. You grabbed the step latter and Levi handed you the figures to put on the top shelf. "Make sure that the bigger ones are in the back- careful you don't mess up their poses- the noodle stoppers should be sitting on the edge!"

You tired following his instructions, but it wasn't up to Levi's standards, "I'll do it."

You nod and slowly get down the stool, "Be careful, the stool is a little unstable."

"Don't worry, I got it." He proceeded to climb on top. As he was perfecting the layout of his figures, the stool shifted. He gripped the shelf to keep his balance.

You thought he was about to go down, so you quickly placed your hands on the back of his hips to stop him from falling, little did you know he was fine.

Levi tensed up at the touch of you hands, his face quickly began to turn red. He covered his face with his hand and turned around to look at you, "What...what're you...doing...?"

You looked up at him confused, then looked at where your hands were placed. Your eyes widened and you quickly moved them away, "My...my apologies...I thought you were going to fall."

"It's okay..." Levi turns back around. Your hands were no longer there, but he couldn't stop thinking about them. He was now imagining your hands run all around his body.

His thoughts were clouded with lust, it was hard to focus, but he did his best to suppress the thoughts until he was done setting up the figures.

"Are you okay? You seem a little stressed." You ask him.

"I'm...okay." He says, stepping off the stool.

"Are you sure? I can help you the best I can."

His eyes dash all around the room, "...Do you...think...you could..." Levi turns his head away from you and covers his mouth with the back of his hand, "...Could you...touch me again..?"

You stared at him, kind of in shock.

"L-like earlier...when you grabbed my hips..." He said, sweating bullets, "I...I shouldn't have said anything!"

You stepped closer to Levi and reached your arms forward to grab his hips, pulling him closer to you, "Like this?"

"Y...yes..." He smiles. He wanted this to keep going, but he couldn't dare ask for that. For starters, yes, you were the butler/maid for the house, but you were specifically Lucifers butler/maid. Lucifer had made sure everyone knew the rules, no sexual relations with the butler/maid. What would happen if he found out what you were doing now?

The thought of this being somewhat forbidden made it more exciting, he couldn't help it. You could feel his now erect cock press against your thigh through his sweatpants.

"S-sorry! I shouldn't have asked you to do this!" Levi panics, looking away from you. But you don't let go of him, "You haven't ordered me to stop." You lean closer into his ear, "What do you want me to do...Master?"

Levi could pass out in this moment. He had never had this kind of power over someone, this was a scenario straight out of his hentai. His voice was shaky, "I...want you...to...to take me..."

You smile at him, "Of course, Master." You slowly drop to the floor, pulling down Levi's pants on your way down. His erect cock was right in your face. You look up at him, his face was bright red. You began teasing him, only swirling the tip of your tongue on the tip of his cock. A moan slips from his mouth and he grips the shelf for balance.

You decide to finally give him what he wants. You sensually kiss the tip, slide him into your mouth. He has to cover his mouth with his other hand to keep from moaning any louder. This was a new sensation for Levi, you had managed to take all of his cock, it was as if your throat was made for him.

Levi's breathing becomes erratic, his body jerks with pleasure, "Ah...ah...MC..." You continue to suck on his cock, pumping your hand up and down his shaft, "MC...I'm...going to...cum..." Levi chokes out.

You don't stop, instead you grab his hips again to keep him from moving away. You bob your head on his cock as he starts to cum, it shoots down your throat and fills your mouth. You take it all and pull him out of your mouth. A mix of cum and drool drips down your chin.

You look up at him, "Did I do good, Master?"

Levi was still trying to recover, his legs now beyond wobbly, "Y...yes..."

"I'm glad." You smile then lick his cock to clean him up. “All done.” You get up off the floor, "May I get cleaned up?"

He nods, still in awe and you go off to the bathroom to wash your face, praying you don't bump into Lucifer. When you got back to Levi's, room he was back to adjusting the figures on his shelf, his face was still red.

"Th...thank you..." He said quietly.

"Of course." You reply, you were just following your orders, "I shall return back to Master Lucifer." You turn around and begin to leave his room.

Levi reached for your arm, "Wait! Uh, would it be okay...if you helped me with cleaning my figures again...?"

"Certainly." You smile, and leave his room.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me leviathan #obey me smut #leviathan smut #leviathan x reader #💙

[ontherocks21]

Someday I'll Write It:

Lady Vader Part VII

In the quiet vacuum of space, Chandrila explodes and the galaxy screams.

Over the roaring in her ears, Padmé can’t make out the words, gasps, and cries of the pandemonium all around her. Holding herself together, she cradles her middle, unable to tear her eyes away from the unimaginable newsfeed she can’t bear to watch continuously crawl across the screen. She can’t breathe.  Can’t think.

All she knows is Mon Mothma hadn’t been the only one shouting at the top of her lungs.

Eventually, she loses track of how long she’s stood in horrified silence, and somehow manages to find her way home.

*****

When she arrives, Anakin greets her with terror in his eyes and a tone she’s never heard flavor his voice before.

At least, not ever with her.

“From now on, you need to keep your mouth shut.”

“Anakin,” she whispers, recoiling from the stranger standing where her husband should be.  Confusion and pain bleed across the carpet between them, but he turns away from her, ignoring her heart still begging for his comforting embrace.

Then she sees it. 

The cold sheen of remorse on his unusually pale skin.  The halting way his shoulders rise and fall. His lungs a grief-stricken bellows choking him with his own guilt.  He’s attempting to disappear in plain sight, and the last time he tried to hide his demons from her, she asked…

“What’s wrong, Ani?”

Their apartment recedes into the background, and she swears she can feel the blistering heat of that damned Tatooinian garage again.

“I had to.”

He doesn’t turn around to answer her, though her mind all too easily supplies the way rivulets of tears cascade down his chiseled cheeks.  She wills her feet to move toward him, yearns to hold him together as he’s falling apart, but her limbs refuse, leaden and sinking in unseen quicksand.  History is repeating itself though her wildly jumping nerves warn of a far greater threat this time.

Just as suddenly as he had then, Anakin spins back to her, dismay and defeat and defiance written all over his handsome face.  There’s a dangerous set to his chin and an unnerving quality to his unblinking watery gaze.  Vexation looks dashing on him but not when it looks like this.

“I had to pick. He didn’t give me a choice.” 

He’s haunted, seeing ghosts, the words gushing out of him faster and faster until he’s the one now hemorrhaging all over the floor. 

“It was a test.  He’s getting closer.  He made me pick.  Said it was my choice who to make an example of.”

She wants to say something to soothe the fragmented soul in front of her, but she is paralyzed by the unease spreading along her skin.  Her stunned silence destroys him.

“I had to, Padmé.  I had to.  I’m so sorry, but it was Chandrila because I couldn’t… Oh gods, he knew I wouldn’t…”

Collapsing at her feet, he buries his face into her belly, strangling on the other impossible choice of planet he can’t bring himself to name.  He doesn’t need to.  Her bones turn to ice, and she clings to him as fiercely as he does to her.  The world spins out from under their feet as a devastating realization creeps its way down her spine.

The Skywalkers are no longer untouchable.

Image Credit: Eli Hyder

#anakin skywalker #padme amidala #star wars #someday i'll write it #fanfic ideas #au fanfiction #lady vader #anidala

[hugh-lauries-bald-spot]

If Jooster met without the social and financial implication, i.e. they're both servants, or gentlemen, do you believe they would still fall in love or is their relationship at leas partially due to their circumstances?

anon im obsessed with you. im obsessed with this.

TLDR they'd fall in love in every universe with every set of circumstances.

girlfail 4 girlboss is true no matter what social status they hold

heres what im thinking... (in mini, first meeting fic form)

Both servants AU:

Bertie and the Knight

I like to think of myself as a man of many capabilities, an iron will, a strength of character, an indomitable whatsit, a certain affability, a certain wit, irrespective of my Aunt's remarks on that matter. I may not be the most organized chap, nor the most tidy or capable of ironing, but I hardly see folding socks as being the measure of a man, what?

My employers seemed to hold a different opinion on the subject, though they often relied upon me for my quick-thinkedness, not that I had proven myself to be entirely reliable when fishing one out of the soup... I'll admit I often found myself in the reverse position, my employer pulling me out of some scheme or another gone pear-shaped...

One occasion left my employer, a Mr. Halloway, relying on his manservant, that is to say myself, to preform a scheme of his own invention, and he made it clear as... well something that is really quite clear, that it is imperative that this remain top secret. And a dashed difficult secret to keep. You see the lieu of this scheme happened to be Lady Halloway's Manor, a family reunion was to take place on the premises at the same time as this plot and well... I rather quickly found myself in somewhat soupy waters...

I had found the teapot, an ironing board, a frying pan, a box of matches and a bed-sheet, but I must have been struck by the same affliction that makes my good friend Barmy the man that he is, well you see I forgot what to do with the blasted things!

Then, in my moment of hapless peril did a Knight in black and pinstripe offer rescue, seemingly materializing out of the air itself!

"Excuse me, Mr. Wooster, I couldn't help but observe that you seem to be having some trouble tying these sheets around this teapot. Should you be requiring assistance?" he inquired, voice low and smooth and eloquent as my ears have ever heard, and I have spent my years among the noblesse, I have heard eloquence!

"Ah! Er, I mean that is to say no! That is to say no thank you Mr..." I sputtered hopelessly. You see the man was quite tall, standing a few inches above my own head, which is, you'll note, some 6-and-something feet from the ground. I'll admit I felt rather dwarfed in that moment, not that I particularly disliked the hastened pumping feeling in my chest.

"Jeeves." said Jeeves.

"Jeeves, right, yes. You need not worry yourself, Mr. Jeeves, rest assured that the Wooster brain will be able to... wrap itself around this conundrum in some way or another, what?" I assured him, not so steely in my conviction as I would have hoped...

"Indeed, Mr. Wooster... Though may I inquire as to the purpose of this... endeavour?" he asked once more, taking a hesitant glance at the ensemble of disjunctive materials I had amassed for what purpose?

I must say, feeling this man, Jeeves, broad chested and fit as he was looming over myself... I'd be hard-pressed to remember my own name at a time like this.

"Ah... ha, right... er, no, thank you, I believe I'll just... oh, well you know how these things work themselves out, hey...?" I replied, more useless and brainless as I'd ever been, which, my Aunts would say, is quite impressive.

"Indeed, Mr. Wooster." he spoke, and I couldn't help but notice the slight upward twitch of his lips and the cool, all-knowing shimmer in his dark eyes.

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Both gentleman AU:

Where words fail, music speaks

I perused the hall upon entering it, greeting those I knew with idle pleasantries, introducing myself to those I did not. I mingled, engaged in topics of conversation far below my cognitive abilities though entertaining enough to stave off the urge to fabricate an explanation to excuse my early departure.

After some considerable time spent in placid conversation with distant acquaintances, I took notice of a man consorting among his companions by the grand piano. He appeared to be of the noblesse, although his attire denoted a certain unfamiliarity with appropriate dress for such an occasion, this demarked him from his associates who, to their credit, were composed marginally more suitably.

I parted ways with the gentleman with whom I'd been engaged in lacking conversation, on the premise of greeting an old friend who had newly arrived to the banquet. The man, chattering animatedly, took no notice of my approach as his hair, seemingly soft and almost buoyant, bounced atop his head as he spoke. His friends appeared off-put by my presence, one of them nudging him until he turned to face me.

"What ho!" the man greeted, his cheeriness alarming me somewhat as his wide eyes, the color of resplendent aventurine, seemed to beam brightly from within. "Bertram- Well, no, Bertie- yes Bertie Wooster." he added with a broad grin.

"Mr. Wooster..." I replied, temporarily at a loss for words as I met the man's extended hand with my own. His were cool, nimble, slender. I noted his fingertips on my hand, slightly calloused. I understood now why his party was huddled by the piano. "My name is Sir Reginald Jeeves."

"Oh, yes, well, good to meet you, Mr. Jeeves, rather... I say... You wouldn't happen to know who's bally shindig this would be, would you Jeeves?" he asked, leaning on the side of the pianoforte with a furrowed brow.

"I do believe the invitations were sent out on the part of a Sir Halloway, Mr. Wooster." I answered.

"And this Halloway fellow, I haven't had the pleasure as of yet, is he a... well is he a musical sort of chap?" Mr. Wooster inquired further, momentarily eyeing the instrument.

"It is my understanding that such is the case, Mr. Wooster."

"Oh, that is good news, eh, Jeeves? What is it that that Andersen johnny said about music. Something about words failing and so forth?" he asked, cheeks rosier with burgeoning excitement as his fingers seemed to play the notes on the piano's lid.

“Where words fail, music speaks.” I answered as he looked upon me with a kind of joyous gratitude I felt entirely undeserving to receive but grateful to witness.

"Truer words, what?"

"Indeed, Mr. Wooster..."

#my fic #jooster #ask #anon #sorry for the long reply youve inspired me anon #jeeves and wooster #reginald jeeves #bertie wooster #gentleman au #servant au #first meeting au

[alyhorse6]

I’ll See You Sunday

AN: I promise I’m working on any requests I have rn, but this hit me and I needed to get it down. This fic was 100% inspired by the fanart above by @lightsintheskye 🫡

AU Context/synopsis: Annette and William are both renowned medical professionals. Annette is a cardiothoracic surgeon, William is a cancer researcher, Wesker is still the captain of S.T.A.R.S. (except he's loyal and doesn't have ill intentions), and Y/n is a S.T.A.R.S. Alpha Team Member. Y/n and Wesker are particularly close. One night Annette & William have a highly honored banquet/award ceremony to attend and need someone to look over little Sherry for the evening. Surely Uncle Albert would be willing to help them out…

Warnings: These characters are nothing like their in-game personalities, but it’s my AU and I do what I want, intense fluff🤧

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It was around 3:30 in the afternoon when Wesker received a text from his stepbrother William asking him if he would be available to watch his niece. He didn’t open the message at first, instead, he panicked and texted one of his closest friends for help.

•*•*•*•

Are you available tonight?: Wesker

Y/n: Yeah… why?

I have an emergency: Wesker

Y/n: What happened?

William asked me to babysit Sherry, but I have no clue what to do with a kid: Wesker

Y/n: Albert Wesker. Are you kidding me.

What??: Wesker

Y/n: You said an emergency!

This is an emergency!: Wesker

Y/n: Whatever. What do you need me for?

I need you to come help me :): Wesker

Y/n: Aye aye, Captain🫡

Don’t mock me😑: Wesker

•*•*•*•

After speaking with Y/n, Wesker agreed to do it. William instructed him to arrive no later than 5:30, giving Wesker only 20 minutes to fly across town from the Police Station to the Birkins’ penthouse. In all honesty, Wesker dreaded this whole experience. It had nothing to do with Sherry, she was an angel, but something told him that it would be a long night.

He made it to the complex at 5:25 pm, relieved that he hadn't encountered any traffic police on his route. To meet his deadline, he drove at 35 miles per hour, which was 10 miles above the speed limit, through the bustling and chaotic streets of Raccoon City. In a hurry, Wesker dashed through the opulent lobby and made a beeline for the elevators, frantically hitting the up button. As soon as the elevator chimed, he strode in, elated to find it empty. He punched the button for the top floor, relaxed his body, and leaned against the back wall. Gradually, the elevator began its smooth ascent to the desired floor. The elevator came to a stop with a low hum, and the number "35" glowed brightly in the top right corner on a small screen. Wesker stepped out of the elevator and found himself in the entry room of the penthouse.

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When do you think you'll be here?: Wesker

Y/n: I should be at the complex in ten

I'll see you when you get here: Wesker

•*•*•*•

Wesker waltzed up to the elaborate double doors that led into the home. He breathed in and held it as he knocked firmly, desperate to just get in and get his step-brother and his wife out and on their way to their banquet.

William greeted Albert with a warm smile as he answered the door, "Hey there, Albert! It's great to see you again!"

Wesker forced a smile, deeply unappreciative of the use of his first name, “Hey Will.”

Will leaned in to whisper, “Annette has been freaking out over this whole thing. I don't know if she’s more worried about leaving Sherry for this long or the event in general. This will be the longest we've left Sherry since she was born, but it’s been four months, it's gotta happen sometime.”

“I've got this Will, don’t worry. Plus I'll have help.” Wesker smirked

William narrowed his eyes, “Help? Who've you wrangled into helping you this time?”

“This time?? You say it like I never do anything on my own.” Wesker griped

“Just tell me who it is.” William huffed

Wesker rolled his eyes, “I asked Y/n to help me out.”

“Y/n? Is that the chic from S.T.A.R.S. that you’ve got a crush on?” William snickered

Wesker responded, but not without his jaw dropping slightly, “I do not have a crush on her! Crushes are for kids, which I am not.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever you wanna tell yourself,” William smirked

William eventually moved aside and allowed Wesker to enter. As they walked through the front doors, they found themselves in the luxurious living room that could have easily been featured in an exclusive millionaire's catalog. Wesker’s basic apartment looked like a shack compared to this singular room. He'd been here hundreds of times, and yet it never failed to slap him across the face every time he saw it. The room was filled with pretty potted plants, glorious gold detailing, and a coat of the finest beige paint on every wall.

William and Wesker stood around for a few minutes until Annette appeared from the hallway, holding little Sherry in her arms, looking like a munchkin.

“Here she is” Annette greeted with an open-mouthed smile.

Wesker reached a hand out to Sherry, “Hey there! It’s me, Uncle Albert.” The only time Wesker willingly used his first name was with Sherry. She was a weakness.

Sherry cooed a bit and then smiled when she saw her Uncle. Wesker grinned at the little person being so happy to see him. Annette passed the baby to him, and he cradled her softly, swaying back and forth.

“You two better get out of here, your banquet starts at 6:15.” Wesker shooed

William checked his watch and sighed, “I suppose you're right.”

Annette waved Wesker and Sherry goodbye and walked out to the elevator. William quickly turned back around to get one more little jab, “Good luck with your crush Weskie!” He smirked and ran off to join his wife.

Wesker huffed and looked to Sherry, “Don't listen to your silly goose of a father, I do not have a crush.”

Wesker walked toward the living room and sat down before feeling a buzz from his pocket.

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Y/n: I'm in the lobby coming towards the elevator, make sure I can get in😘

Don’t you worry your pretty head: Wesker

Y/n: Awe you think I’m pretty?🥺

Definitely not.: Wesker

Y/n: And here I was thinking I’d get a date😪

•*•*•*•

About 10 minutes passed before a few soft knocks passed through the door. Wesker got up and opened it greeting Y/n with a kind smile, always unable to help but to smile with her around. Y/n smiled back and waved gently to the man, before giving a little wave and a grin to the adorable baby in his arms.

“Hello there Sherry! I’m Y/n, your Uncle’s friend!” She spoke softly

The infant giggled and smiled at the young woman in front of her. Y/n looked up to Wesker, “Has she ever laughed?? I don’t wanna steal that from her parents!”

“She has don’t worry. She was an early giggler.” Wesker soothed with a small smile. His favorite woman as caring as ever.

The two walked into the penthouse and sat down on the sofa side by side. Wesker would be a lying man if he failed to admit that being with Y/n in this type of setting made his face feel warmer, it was such a rare occasion for him to see Y/n outside of work or a work group. He wanted more of this.

The two sat and talked for a while, Sherry occasionally making sounds from Wesker’s arms, before eventually slowly starting to cry.

“Oh sweetie what’s the matter?!” Y/n fretted

Wesker handed her over to the woman. She didn’t smell, she didn’t seem sleepy, must be hungry. “Hey Wesk, could you heat up a bottle for her?” Y/n asked doe-eyed with worry

“Got it!” Already making his way to the fridge

Y/n followed behind him to the kitchen, delicately bouncing the little one on her hip. Both of the girls watched as Wesker tapped his finger on the counter waiting for the bottle warmer to ding. By now Sherry’s cries had died down some, but she still sniffled and shook in infant distress. Finally, the ding sounded through the room and Wesker removed the bottle, then tested the temperature on his hand. It passed the test so he handed it off to Y/n. She walked back over to the sofa and laid Sherry back in her arms, tipping the nub of the bottle to the baby’s mouth. Wesker joined the two and watched as Sherry started eating. Once she seemed content both Wesker and Y/n relaxed back into the cushions. Y/n faintly grinned at Sherry, while behind her Wesker happily grinned at the sight of her and his niece. Sherry stared brightly at Y/n’s face and grasped at her top, satisfied with her bottle.

Some time passed before Sherry finished. Afterward, Y/n burped her and then passed her back over to her Uncle. Wesker let her lay in his arms while the pair talked for a bit. At some point along the way Sherry got a little squirmy in his arms, so Y/n came up with an idea.

Y/n smirked mischievously at Wesker before asking, “Do they have something to play music on?”

“Yeah- why?” He eyed the young woman

“Can you turn on some Disney songs?”

Y/n asked, batting her eyelashes

Wesker handed Sherry back over to Y/n and got up to silently do as he was asked. He couldn’t bring himself to say no to any request Y/n asked of him. The music started, ‘Un Poco Loco’ from the movie Coco playing throughout the room. Y/n stood from her seat and started to bounce and slowly spin around the room while Sherry giggled. Wesker leaned on the counter and watched the two, giggling softly when Sherry slightly kicked her sock-clad feet. Y/n laughed while they danced to the music.

‘A Whole New World’ from Aladdin came on and Y/n looked over to Wesker, “Come dance with us.” A sweet smile on her face

Wesker couldn’t argue. He walked over to the pair and they swayed back and forth. Sherry stared up into her Uncle’s eyes and smiled. He smiled back at her and held her small hand as they swayed. Y/n admired Wesker as he watched his little niece. She couldn’t deny the crush that had formed on her Captain over the years working with him. He was always so kind to her, listening to her every word when they conversed, making her coffee throughout the day, and always greeting her with a smile. She couldn’t help but fall for the handsome young man when he was just so kind to her.

The song has long since changed, but the swaying continued. Over time Sherry grew sleepy, her blinking becoming slow and heavy. The two decided it was time to call it a night for the little one, carrying her to her nursery. Y/n changed Sherry’s diaper and clothes before swaddling her slowly. Wesker watched every step from over Y/n’s shoulder. It might’ve sounded weird to other people, but Wesker wanted something like this with Y/n. He wanted to spend each evening like this. He’d known the young woman for around 5 years now, and although he’d never admitted his feelings or made any moves on her, he liked her a lot. Maybe all the jokes about him crushing were true. He knew he felt differently about her, he just didn’t want to call it a crush and allow it to seem like some childish flit of life. He wanted so desperately to invite Y/n out to dinner, or the movies, or maybe even to stargaze on the outskirts of the city, but he got nervous anytime he thought about it.

Y/n slowly lowered Sherry into her crib, brushing some stray hairs out of her face once she relaxed into the mattress. She stepped out of the way and allowed Wesker to give her a small kiss on her forehead before they left the room. The two walked down the hall back out to the living room, opting to sit out on the roof to enjoy the warm evening air. They sat next to each other in the cushioned chairs and talked. They talked about work, their personal lives, anything. Eventually, it started to get a bit too windy to sit outside anymore, so they went back into the living room. They watched whatever random movie was on, but eventually, Y/n got sleepy too, her head slowly slipping down onto Wesker’s shoulder. He noticed as soon as it happened, looking down and smiling at the tired woman next to him.

They stayed like that for a good while. Peaceful, Sherry sleeping soundly in her room. Somewhere around 12:30, the hushed sound of the front door being unlocked could be heard. Annette and William quietly walked in, not wanting to wake their daughter. Annette immediately went to check on her baby girl, while William just silently smirked at his stepbrother. Wesker waved him off, and he left the two to join his wife in the nursery. Wesker sighed lowly, dreading the thought of waking Y/n up and this moment with her ending. He leaned down and kissed the top of her head softly, before quietly calling her name to wake her. The woman stirred lightly, slowly opening her eyes and looking around.

She came back to the present when she spotted Weaker and smiled gently, “Hi”

“Hi” he whispered back with a small grin

Y/n sat up slowly, stretching her arms and yawning along the way. She looked back over to Wesker, dreading the idea of getting up.

“I'll walk you to your car,” he murmured

Y/n hummed lowly, “Yes, please.”

The two stood from the sofa and walked out to the elevator. The ride down to the lobby was slow. Wesker chewed on the inside of his cheek, debating on whether he should ask Y/n out to dinner. The elevator dinged, signaling their arrival to the lobby. They walked over to the garage elevator and descended to their cars. Wesker walked Y/n to her car, he could tell she was still kind of sleepy.

“Do want me to just give you a ride home? You're sleepy and I want you to be safe,” he offered

Y/n looked over at him and blushed, “I'll be okay, thank you though.”

“Well… could I at least maybe take you to dinner? Just you and me,” he mumbled sheepishly

A smile spread on Y/n’s face as her blush grew, “I'd like that a lot”

Wesker smiled giddily, “Sunday… pick you up at 5:30?”

“It's a date!” Y/n cheered, turning to face the man next to her as they reached her car door

“It’s a date” Wesker mirrored

The two smiled at each other for a minute. Y/n speaking up first, “I suppose I better go home and get to bed…”

“You get your rest Y/n, sleep well.” Wesker agreed

Y/n smiled up at him, “You sleep too Wesk. I need you rested for our date”

Wesker grinned back at the young woman in front of him, “Bye my dear, I’ll see you Sunday.”

“Bye Wesk, I’ll see you Sunday.”

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AN: Should I continue this AU? And if so, if any of you guys have any name suggestions for the AU either comment them or send them in my ask box. Bye Angels!🤍

#soft albert wesker i repeat soft albert wesker #i need more soft wesker #please #resident evil x reader #resident evil wesker #resident evil #resident evil au #wesker x reader #albert wesker

[haru-natsuka]

The past (Lilia Vanrouge x Female Reader)

Genre: Romance, Angst

Do you know the secret of Lilia's for keeping his child-like appearance?...

(The picture is not mine. It's belongs to its rightful owner. Here is the link.

The tall young man get off from the stolen horse and immediately dashed to his mansion although his body screamed for him to rest upon excessive exhaustion from the unstoppable usage of his magic during the just-ending war. He was in no capability to use his magic or he might even go overblot. Therefore, he could not use any sort of magic which include teleportation too.

His long magenta highlighted hair was tied messily in a ponytail to clear his front view. He did not need another hassle to be in his way as the war had already done its best part in it.

Using his outstanding hearing abilities as a part of bat, the result was... nothing, only silence greeted him which was not a good sight, rather, it was a bad omen for him.

Humans very much lived with a heartbeat and his wife was a human. You were a human which means you could.... no he could not even think about the word. You and he had promised to be with each other for the longest time possible.

"It's your duty, Lilia darling. Two weeks are not that long compared with the previous wars."

"The time is only an estimation, my beloved wife. It can be longer. I should be on vacation, spending time with you for a month, until the fruit of our love is born." Lilia rubbed your growing stomach affectionately with a pleasant smile crafted on his lips. The sound of your heartbeats with his child gave him serenity as it was a melody to his ears and it never failed to be so.

"I know you will be back, Lilia darling. I- we'll be waiting for your return." With your words, there was a light kick inside your stomach. You looked at your husband in surprise and excitement and Lilia, who felt it through the palm of his hand responded the same before planting a kiss on top of your stomach.

"I take that like you, also willing to wait for me, our little blossom..."

Only his heels resounded and echoed in the mansion as the mansion was really in deep silence. There was no sight of maids or butlers scattered around, tending to their duty. There was no sight of you, welcoming him with your warm hug like you usually did whenever he return home.

Rather he could smell you pretty strong as the smell of your blood filled his nose trail and yet it smelt different. Lilia heavily brought his long pair of legs towards you, following your scent while mentally noticing another blood splattered on the wall. His already cold body became colder as he watched the scene himself. It was much like his mansion was in a war too.

Upon noticing your body lying lifelessly on the wall across the first-floor hallway, his knees felt weak as his body immediately collapsed beside you in too much disbelief. He brought his shaky hand and caressed your ice-cold cheek with his thumb.

Wake up, my beloved wife. You usually would kiss my palm whenever I do this right. What happens to you?

Lilia's pair of teary eyes trailed lower, particular stop on your stomach where your cloth was soaked wet with your blood on that area. It was flat now and no your pregnant bump visible anymore, instead it was placed with a deep hole.

The entire time, his shivering just worsen as he was in between denial and accepting the truth. He hugged you weakly into his arms, placing his chin on the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent and combing your hair with his hand full of your blood.

Should he just use black magic to return to the time, where you were much still alive, where both of his precious people still breathe? Why did you leave him too early?

Lilia wanted to find out the truth, first, so he could know which ungrateful being disturbed his wife and unborn child. His child with you is just one month away till he would be born. He already planned his retirement so how could everything turn into a disaster within a matter of time.

With his last energy, Lilia case magic around the mansion so he could seek the past and see the situation himself. The house glowed in green before he could the scene unfold in front of him in a hazy manner.

"Madam! Please use the secret path. The human army is here!" A maid held both of your arms in a panicking state as the shouts from other servants were continuing from one to another.

As you are about to let her guide you, her blood spurt on your face some. Her eyes locked with yours to ask for help and yet you could not do anything when her life already vanished from her wide-open eyes. The sword when through her heart exactly. Within seconds the same fate met you but he stabbed your stomach instead your heart to let the madam of the house die slowly and painfully.

Once a year, Lilia would come back to his attended mansion to reminiscent his time with you. Blood from the war where he lost you had long been clean as several centuries already passed. He also had changed a lot, more mature due to his endless experience in life and he also had become a father now to another human.

Once a year, he would stare at the picture of his family hung in the centre of the hall. It consisted of the present with you and him only as you were still pregnant with your first blessed child at that time and it was evident with the large stomach you carried. He could only imagine what it was like for the picture filled with the three of you.

You who would look so motherly like and he would look like a great father while playing with his son. The picture would be more alive and lively for sure. He laid his cheek on his open palm as he stroked his much rather youthful cheek. Since your death, he had kept his child-like appearance to cope with the tremendous loss he faced.

"Who, my beloved wife thinks the child will take after more?"

"Of course, he will look so identical as you, darling Lilia."

"You seem very sure with that. What's my beloved wife's secret?"

"My instinct told me so!"

Other Diasomnia's one-shots :-

Painful Growth (Malleus Draconia x Female Reader)

Time (Silver x Female Reader)

Technology (Sebek Zigvolt x Female Reader)

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[http-mianhae]

05 ➛ matthew, the worst trainer in the world (0.8k)

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you know he's nervous behind that fake smile but you do something nice called 'not acknowledging it'. it doesn't help the case at all because the boy, shortly after he introduced himself as 'matthew' continues to be a mess.

he zooms through the explanation of how each of the machines work and you thank god that you took a barista course so you could keep up reasonably well. you stood there, staring at him explaining everything blankly and then, something snapped in you at last when he went into a tangent about how they use biodegradable forks because it was better for the environment.

"i'm not going to bite your head off, okay?"

he purses his lips tight.

"that's quite literally what i told him―"

"mind your business, hao!" matthew interrupts, shooting the older a glare.

hao is quick to return the glare and he points towards the front, "customer."

matthew almost dashes to the register where a customer is approaching with a pondering look on their face.

"y/n, you should stand next to matthew and learn how to take an order." hao instructs you.

you're hesitant but follow through with the instructions, standing next to matthew who greets the customer with his fake smiles.

"w-welcome to sip & soothe, what can i get for you?"

you're shoulder-to-shoulder and you catch the sweat drip down his forehead.

do i make him that nervous?

the customer tells him their order but matthew is staring right ahead, a smile vaguely on his face.

he isn't doing anything.

just standing there and smiling.

oh, lord.

"yeah, no worries, we'll get that for you." you jump in with a smile, tapping the drink on the register. the customer whips out their card and with a few clicks, you're pointing at the card machine, "whenever you're ready."

matthew's still standing like a monument.

"that's it. matthew, go catch a break." hao comes in between the two of you.

"but, i―"

hao glares.

matthew doesn't argue back. he removes his apron, leaving from behind the register with a face so disappointed you felt a little bad.

do i have that much of an effect on him?

you try brushing it off as hao began explaining to you, the right, nicely-paced way of how to use all the machines and as much as you were listening, your mind was on matthew.

he's in the corner of your eyesight, facing away from you as if he doesn't want to see you.

it bothers you.

he must be having a hard time.

"i'm sorry, do you mind if i go talk to matthew really quickly?" you finally ask hao.

you don't really care about the impression this makes with hao.

hao, surprised, slowly nods, "sure...i think that's a good idea actually."

with that, you also remove your apron, putting it on top of where matthew's was.

walking towards him, you realise you're sort of an obstacle towards his job. it disheartens you, you don't want to be the type of person to distract him from his job.

the guy seems nice and you would love to be friends with him but if he lets this gets in the way, you're going to lose him and he's going to lose his job.

you had the natural responsibility to fix it.

"can i sit?" you ask him, pointing towards the chair.

he looks up from his phone, eyes widening at your presence―the very person he was running away from, "yes."

you're quiet for a second.

"how long have you liked me for?" you begin.

matthew doesn't look at you, "maybe four months."

you didn't know you could keep someone's interest for that long. you hiss audibly, "that's a long time."

he nods, cheeks flushing rose.

"the whole pickup line thing wasn't my idea by the way. so please don't associate me with that."

you laugh, finding it funny how defensive he was over something so small. he'd just confessed to you and now, he's speaking about some pineapple joke, "if it helps, i thought the pickup line thing was weird. i'm glad you told me that though."

and it's quiet again.

you say what you want to say.

"listen, matthew," you start, "you seem really nice and i'd like to get to know you better! but i can't really do that if you're so nervous all the time. again, if it helps, i'll take you having a crush on me as a compliment."

matthew nods again. he seems to be ending the war with himself, "okay."

"lets start over?" you ask.

he nods once more.

"want to show me how those machines work?"

"i thought hao-hyung already showed you."

"i want you to show me." you press on.

and for the first time, you see his real smile.

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[mackeydoodledoo]

Beautiful Creature

Pairing: Cumulus (Ghoulette) x (Fem!)Reader

Summary: Cumulus has always had body insecurity issues; constantly comparing her body confidence with yours. Little did she know that the both of you share the same insecurity.

Warning: Body image insecurity

Key: Italics = Thoughts, +*+ = Time Skip

Theme: Beautiful Creature - Mad Gallica

A/n: Cumulus... That’s it.

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You were anything but perfect. Far from it really. But, it never influenced how you should present yourself to others. However, your mindset never worked out for everybody.

You become a Roadie for Papa Emeritus since Era 4. You worked in sound and the technician for the keyboards and mics: Cirrus and Cumulus and Sunshine. Apparently the Ghouls had their own technicians. But, a little bit less of a hassle for yourself: you get to basically represent the Ghoulettes. You weren’t particularly familiar with keyboard in the way Cirrus and Cumulus were accustomed to but, you understood the basics. 

“Alright Y/n move onto the next keyboard,” Your boss tells you through your ear monitor

You just finished testing out Cirrus’ keyboard test, you were dashing your way across the stage to Cumulus’ keyboard.

“You ready?” Your boss watches you walk up the stairs

“H-Hang on,” You try to catch your breath, “This set up had to have both the keyboardists opposite from one another?...”

*Cumulus’ POV* You realized you left your cellular device at your keyboard on stage. You just appeared onto the stage as you look up: Your technician wearing a crop top.

“Hey Cumulus,” She happily greets you, “Guys, give me a minute?”

You just stand there, watching her approach you. All the while you were a frozen mess.

“You okay?” She asks you

You felt her clammy hands take yours as her thumb gently rolls along the back of your hand. 

“I-Uhhhhh...” You try to form words

“Forget something in your area?” She asks, holding up your cellular device with her free hand

“I-Uh YES!” You conclude, “That’s what I forgot! You’re a lifesaver.”

“You should get ready with everyone, time’s running short,” She tells you

You nod as she turns her back to you, walking onto Sunshine’s stage. 

*Y/n’s POV* Finally, my favorite part...

You run back over to Cirrus’ stage as you pick up the keytar for soundcheck.

+*+

After Soundcheck, you went back down to the crew lounge as the other technicians rotated out to soundcheck the other instruments. 

God it is hot in here...

You take your flannel off in hopes it would help your body cool down. However, it barely helped. 

To think these arenas would have a proper A.C ventilation. 

“You... Okay?” Cirrus comes into the door

“If you couldn’t feel the heat but it is do hot in here...” You sigh, “I can’t focus on anything. Not... That I was working on anything anyway.”

“Would you want to chill in the Ghouls lounge?” Cirrus offers

You sit up, grabbing your flannel and backpack.

“As long as it keeps me not sweltering hot,” You chuckle

“Cumulus would love to see your face again,” Cirrus tells you

“Really now?” You ask her

“She always seems so excited when we talk about you,” She explains, “She goes off on this tangent about how extra careful you are when it comes to our keyboards.”

“I mean... Am I not supposed to?” You ask

Of course you are supposed to treat those instruments like your pride and joy...

“Don’t answer that. That was a trick question,” You chuckle

“Hah,” Cirrus chuckles, “I can see why Cumulus has taken a liking to you.”

“She has?” You ask

But, before Cirrus could explain to you further, she opens the door to the lounge and everyone’s eyes are on you and Cirrus.

“Brought her as you’ve requested Cumulus,” Cirrus walks to sit in an open chair

“Awww you called for me?” Your attention turns to Cumulus

Cumulus attempts to hide her face in one of her hoodies but you were easily able to tell.

“Aww little Cumulus has a wee crush,” Aether teases his fellow ghoulette

You chuckle as you seat yourself on an open spot on the floor. 

“You want a banana?” Aether asks, holding up a banana

“Aether no one wants a banana!” Dewdrop sighs in frustration

“Actually, that’d be nice,” You say, catching one, “Musicians eat these for a good source of potassium.”

“Why?” Swiss asks

“Ya’ll are musicians, eat one and find out,” You chuckle

Of course, he doesn’t. You listen in to the many conversations the go about among the Ghouls and Ghoulettes. 

“Hey, need a pillow?” Cumulus offers her thighs

“That’d be great yeah,” You say, beginning to situate your head on top of Cumulus’ thighs, “Thanks Cumulus.”

Holy shit her thighs are like clouds...

You fought the urge to fall asleep on her right then and there. However, you also had the feeling the Ghouls and other two Ghoulettes could easily see you.

“HAH! Y/n’s falling asleep with Cumulus’ thunder thighs!” Dewdrop points out

*Cumulus’ POV* You stop brushing y/n’s hair and immediately get up from the ground, but also making sure that her head didn’t hit the ground.

“Everything okay Cumulus?” Y/n sits up, turning to you

“Hey, Cumulus I was teasing Y/n, not you,” Dewdrop clarifies, hoping it wouldn’t make you feel bad

Apparently what Dew said didn’t process through your mind as you retreat into the nearest changing room. Dew automatically felt bad but the other Ghouls and Cirrus reassure him that they’ll explain everything to you later.

*Y/n’s POV* “Hey Dew, I got her,” You tell him, smiling

You turn into the direction of where Cumulus ran off to and knock on the door gently.

“Cumulus?” You call out to her, “Can I come in?”

You felt the door open ajar, slowly allowing yourself to slip inside however, it was pitch black. 

“You alright?” You ask, shutting the door behind you

You sit on the floor directly across from her as she sits herself into a corner, knees huddled to her face. 

“Hey, you do know Dew was teasing me right?” You ask, slowly inching your way to her

She nods.

“Then why did you retreat in here?” You ask

“I... I don’t know I just... I don’t like it when someone points out my visible body parts and their size...” She says

“Hey, there’s nothing wrong with being... Rounder than most people,” You try to lighten the situation, without trying to make her feel even more bad about her body size

“Says you... Ms. ‘I can feel confident to rip my flannel off anytime I get sweaty’,” Cumulus says

“I tend to do that yes, but I never feel that confident when I do it,” You say, continuing to inch your way towards her

“I can’t imagine people pointing out the parts of your body you dislike when you look like you could bench press me,” She continues to try and dissuade you from getting closer to her, “And look at me, I look like a goddamn marshmallow...”

But, you never wavered. 

“I really couldn’t bench press you even if I tried,” You say, “But, I don;’t understand why you’re comparing my body to yours...”

“Because I hate the way my body is,” Cumulus finally confesses, “And yours is... So... Perfect...”

She finally gained enough confidence to look at you in the eyes but didn’t expect your face to be mere inches away from hers.

“Why do you compare your body to mine?” You ask

“Because you’re so confident in showing it and I’m... Scared to...” She breaks

“Why are you scared?” You ask

“I want to be confident but when I look at myself in the mirror... It goes away...” She tries to hide her tears

“Cumulus,” You calmly call her name, “Cumulus look at me.”

You look up at her again as she places her hand on the top of your helmet. However, when you look back up at her from placing the helmet on the ground, your eyes widen. Her hair was puffy, as Cumulus clouds are. But, her hair had a pink/orange tint.. Like how the unset reflects in the clouds... Her eyes glowed a lot sunset pink to match her hair.

*Cumulus’ POV* “You’re beautiful...” She says

“Says you,” You blush

“Can I confess something too?” She asks

You nod.

“I’m... Not really that confident in my own body image,” She confesses

She gets onto her knees and turns her back to you and you see her ruffling the hem of her shirt. You turn your head away when you realize she was beginning to strip off her shirt. However, she doesn’t turn back to you, but keeps her back to you. You notice all of the tattoos she had. Not just on her arms, but on her back too. You slowly come up against her back as your hands feel her arms.

“Do you.... Wanna know why I get all of these tattoos?” She asks, finally turning towards you

You look down slightly and see more tattoos on her front side also.

“Why?” You ask

“It’s so people have something else to look at other than the body fat I have,” She says 

You look down and see no body fat on her.

“I know,” You sigh, “I’m holding it in... Did that a lot in high school marching band. No matter what I do, I’ll just suck in my gut anyway.”

You press your cold palms against her stomach, making her tense more.

“You shouldn’t compare your body to mine, let alone others,” She says

“Why?” You ask

“Because everyone’s body shapes are different,” She begins explaining, “And It cannot be helped.”

“But-”

“No buts Cumulus,” she says, “You’re a beautiful creature in my eyes and... and I don’t want you to change because there are people with more seemingly fit body types.”

You stare at Y/n... Perplexed on what to say next.

“I love you for you Cumulus,” She says

*Y/n’s POV* Did I just say that out loud?

“I like you too Y/n, a lot,” Cumulus replies, “You’re never afraid to show off your whole self. That was why I compared myself to you a lot...”

“Oh Cumulus,” You coo

You open your arms and legs for Cumulus to sit up against you.

"I’m not going to hurt you, will I?” You ask

“Of course not,” She answers, “I like that weight on me. Makes me feel like I’m in a blanket.”

+*+

You don’t know how long you and Cumulus were stuck in each others’ embrace but all of a sudden a bright light shine upon the both of you.

“We’re on in 20 minutes Cumulus,” Cirrus comes in

However, before she departs the dressing room, she eyes the both of you. She gives you a wink and a thumbs up as she finally turns her back and leaves. 

“Come on Cumulus,” You gently pat her shoulder

As the both of you get up from the floor, you pick up her helmet and hand it to her. 

“Will you be up there watching?” Cumulus asks

“Of course I will,” You smile

Before she puts on her helmet, she turns to you to give you a quick pack on the lips and then basically skips out of the dressing room. You slowly follow her out to the main stage area. 

Even if she may not fully love herself... I love her... All of her... 

“My Beautiful Creature...” You say to yourself, watching Cumulus catch up with the other Ghoulies

#cumulus ghoulette #the band ghost #ghost band #namelessghoulettes #nameless ghouls #papa emeritus iv #cumulus ghoulette x reader

[whiskeyswifty]

I've always found the whole "queer people should listen to queer artists" conversation bizarre, especially when it comes to Taylor, because I'm sure she herself would be flattered to learn that queer people are finding some sort of comfort/solace in their interpretations of her music – especially considering how loud she's been about her allyship in the last few years. The only real problem she would have (if we can even call it that) is if people were using that to make speculations about her personal life – which she doesn't like even when people do that with the MEN in her life.

The biggest popstar in the world advocating for and welcoming gaypeople with open arms is always going to be a big deal, no matter how much people try to underplay that and make it an exclusively het space. People have to accept that other gay people can like things that YOU, personally, think is boring or too cishet or whatever the fuck. Being gay is not a monolith, and gay experiences, just like every other human experience, are diverse! Who benefits from this kind of holier than thou snobbery anyway? (Feel free to ignore this lmao, I've just always found that kind of sneering and discourse annoying and lowkey homophobic, like "oh there is one right way to be gay and you're not it bc you like XYZ!!!" Fuck off. Anything can be about eating pussy if you try hard enough lmao)

i don't think you have to wonder about how she feels about gay people finding a connection in her music. she's been inviting countless queer people, including gay couples, to secret sessions and meet and greets on her tours for years. she performed king of my heart at a gay couple's engagement party as a surprise. she performed shake it off at stonewall. she has two male dancers dance to lover on this very tour. she clearly doesn't care if gay people relate her music to their life or find gay themes in it that they interpret their own way to their own experiences, at the very least. she's always been welcoming and encouraging of gay people to be a part of her fandom and relate to her art. the idea that taylor only wants people interpreting her music through the paparazzi photos the public has seen of her boyfriends or whatever is just homophobic bullshit for no reason other than their own bigotry and desire to keep gay people away from them. (long answer again trying not to clog people's dash lol)

insofar as the speculation about her life, idk what to tell you. people are always going to gossip and speculate, they've been doing it as long as human beings had language. a long time ago now it seems, she seemed to have accepted she would always have little control over it, and she logged off pretty much for good. which seems the healthiest way for her to carry on. the lavhaze bridge refers to that and how she just no longer really engages in media coverage of herself or social media gossip about herself. the prologue just recounts how pre-1989, particularly post-red, she discovered the darker sides of that gossip she doesn't like. her feelings about that gossip still remain true i'm sure, but you're discounting what immediately follows that section in the prologue, which says "But none of that mattered then because I had a plan and I had a demeanor as trusting as a basket of golden retriever puppies. I had the keys to my own apartment in New York and I had new melodies bursting from my imagination. I had Max Martin and Shellback who were happy to help me explore this new sonic landscape I was enamored with. I had a new friend named Jack Antonoff who had made some cool tracks in his apartment. I had the idea that the album would be called 1989 and we would reference big 80s synths and write sky high choruses. I had sublime, inexplicable faith and I ran right toward it, in high heels and a crop top." Which, if that's not clear to anyone out there, is her saying she learned through making 1989 to ignore the gossip and that all that mattered was her music and pursuing new sounds and creative experiences. she basically is saying "yeah it sucked to be called a serial dater, but 1989 helped me learn to refocus energy away from trying to control it and towards my creative output and creative relationships." which is something she has done several times when faced with struggles with the public, and will do again post 1989 into reputation.

that's a lesson everyone must learn in life at some point. you can't control what people say or what they think about you. but also it's not a crime to gossip, nor do most people who gossip mean any harm. people on this website even haven't ceased to gossip about her and speculate about things as intimate as her and joe's sex life while they were dating, pregnancy and abortions she may or may not have had, etc etc. even currently the fanfiction swirling around her and football man is incessant (some of it literal, blatant fanfiction being published shamelessly as books which makes me so embarrassed for them). it's just something people do to pass the time because life can be monotonous and dreadful, and i don't think it makes anyone a bad person for doing it. she's a public figure, and insists on being one and seems to enjoy many aspects of it, so it's just part of the territory she has reconciled with. people will project things onto her that they want to see mainly because they seek to recognize themselves in others in search of validation, but also every now and then because they want a villain to hate. most gossip will be benign ultimately, especially if it's not true, and some will be painful, especially if it is true, but like taylor does these days, if you don't like it, just ignore it.

#i'm one of those taylor doesn't run her social media truthers so #i think she's just fully logged off hence the get it off my desk line which i was like okay yeah #she's one of many celebs who has her publicity team filter and inform her what they feel is necessary for her to comment on i'd say #which is a very common practice with extremely famous and busy public figures #especially after the nicki minaj fiasco from 2015 #you cant have her just on social media like a reply guy aldkfjsdlkfjdfj it blew up in her face already! let tree screen it first

[msweebyness]

DuPont School for Monstrous Youths- The New Student

Hey hey, it’s ya girl, with the first DSFMY short! I hope you guys enjoy it! As always, credit to @imsparky2002 and @artzychic27! Now enjoy…Adrien’s first day….

Adrien closely examined the school map in his hand once more as he rounded what should be the last corner before he reached his new classroom. Stopping in front of a door, he checked the number plate to ensure it was the right one. 2-35A. This was the one!

He entered the classroom, unsurprised to find it empty. He had gotten here bright and early this morning to bring his belongings up to his dorm and explore the school. It was still about twenty minutes before the bell was scheduled to ring, so he figured he had a moment to gather his thoughts. As he unloaded his school supplies onto the section of desk assigned with his name, he wondered what his new classmates would think of him. ‘I hope they like me. That they’re okay with me not being a monster…’

Around five or six minutes later, he heard the door open, and a girl entered the classroom. She had gray skin that seemed to be made of a thick cloth, her black hair was yarn, tied into pigtails and her eyes were large blue buttons. And if he was being honest…she was quite cute.

“Uh, hi!”, he said quietly, wincing when the girl startled as she turned to look at him, “I’m Adrien, the new student. It’s nice to meet you!”, he continued as he gave a friendly wave. After taking a few breaths, her stitched-on mouth turned up in a smile, a rather lovely one, and she came over to him.

“My n-name is M-Marinette. It’s nice to m-meet you too!”, she said softly, still sounding a tad nervous as she shook his hand.

“Yo, Mari, who’re you talking to, girl?”, asked a new female voice, Adrien turning and looking with interest as another girl phased through the door to enter the classroom. She was almost completely transparent, with chains around her wrists and waist, making it pretty clear she was a ghost, “Oh, hey! You’re Adrien, right? The new human student! I’m Alya, chief editor of the school newspaper and creator of the Paranormal Buzz, top monster news blog!”

“Hey, it’s nice to meet you!”, he said with a friendly smile, as the spectre girl took out her phone.

“Would you mind giving a statement for the story I’m doing on you?”, Alya asked, holding the device towards him, only for Marinette to reach out and lower her arm.

“Alya, he just got here!”, the living doll gently scolded, as the sound of rockets firing met Adrien’s ears. He turned to see a boy who seemed to be made entirely of copper, with gear-like irises and a steampunk style of dress landing as he flew in through the door. He turned to face the trio with a nod of greeting.

"Ah, good morning, Alya, Marinette. Good to see I'm not alone in arriving early to class! And I see our new schoolmate has arrived. Right good to meet you, Adrien, you can call me Max!”, the robotic boy said as he jetted over to shake the human’s hand, "As you can see, I'm a steam-powered automaton, but I'm no codger. My inventor, Markov, simply had a fascination with the Victorian era. If you ever need help with your studies, just hang on a tick, and I'll be there."

“Thanks. That’s really nice of you!”, Adrien said happily. So far, this was going really well! Suddenly, his attention was caught by a loud howl sounding in the hallway. A moment later, a tall and rather muscular boy with furry ears and a wagging wolf tail dashed into the classroom.

“Hey, guys!”, the newcomer, a werewolf as Adrien had gathered, whooped excitedly, “Woah, is this the new kid? The human? Cool! Sup, dude, I’m Kim!”, he continued enthusiastically, Adrien wincing as he was given a hardy clap on the back, “You’re shorter than I thought you’d be!”, the canine boy continued as he looked at Adrien closely, panting as his tail continued wagging eagerly.

“Kim, give him some space.”, said a new, somewhat monotone voice, Adrien turning to look at the windows as a boy who seemed to be made of granite, with batlike wings and shaggy red hair flew in, “Sorry about him, he just gets really excited about meeting new people.”

“Adrien, this is Nathaniel. He just got off his morning guard shift. Gargoyles like him function as a kind of security detail for the school when they’re not in class.”, Marinette explained timidly, the stone teen nodding in confirmation.

“But Nath’s also a killer artist! He painted the mural for our classroom!”, Alya added, pointing upwards at the back wall. Adrien turned to look and saw an impressive painting of the school shrouded in the night, with the motto painted in looping cursive over it. He stepped backwards to look at it in full…only to step on a vine that had suddenly appeared on the ground. He started when he heard a small yelp of pain, turning to see a petite, green-skinned girl whose hair seemed to be made of vines akin to the ones growing from her skin, one of which he’d just stomped on.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t see it there! Are you-“, he started to stutter out, but the girl cut him off with a kind smile.

“No, don’t be sorry, this happens all the time. I’m overdue to trim these anyway. I’m-“, she had started to say, but Adrien’s attention had been caught by an angry-sounding growl behind him. He turned and looked back…and then up at the mountain of a boy standing behind him. He was built like a tank, with thick white fur growing on his forearms, and large fangs, almost like tusks, sticking up from his bottom lip. And he looked rather unhappy at the moment.

“New boy hurt Mylene.”, the hulking teen snarled out with a thick Russian accent, glaring at Adrien, “Be more careful where you step.”

“Sweetie, he didn’t do it on purpose.”, the plant girl he had met the moment before interceded, coming over to soothe who Adrien now guessed was her boyfriend. His surly expression changed to a gentle smile as he looked down at her, before she turned back to Adrien.

“Sorry about that. As you heard, I’m Mylene, and this is Ivan. He’s really very sweet, just…protective.”, the girl explained, taking the yeti’s (Adrien had deduced this from his fur, speech patterns and fangs. Reading that guide the school sent on monster species basics had helped with identification, like he hoped!) hand. Ivan nodded as an apology for his earlier behavior, before the two walked off.

“Ssssup, new kid.”, hissed a female voice behind him, prompting Adrien to turn around with a start once more. Standing before him now was a short girl with dark sunglasses, scaly skin and a gaggle of writhing snakes in place of hair.

“Sssorry, didn’t mean to sssscare ya!”, she said with a smirk as she held out her hand to shake, “I’m Alix, by the way. Sssshould warn ya, if you sssee me take thessse off”, she continued, pointing to her sunglasses, “Cover your eyesss.”

Adrien shook her hand, his smile returning before a bat swooped into the room over their heads. As the blonde boy watched, the bat transformed into a tall, deathly pale girl with long black hair and blood red eyes.

“Hey Julessss.”, Alix grinned, before turning back to the human, “Adrien, thisss isss Juleka, our resssident blood-drinker!”, prompting an eyeroll from the vampire girl, who approached him with a nonchalant smile.

“It’s nice to meet you, Adrien. And don’t worry, I don’t bite! Most vampires don’t drink from humans or other monsters!”, Juleka assured with a fanged smile…before she was hugged from behind by a petite girl with a blonde pixie-cut, who, upon closer inspection, was only bones, no skin. A skeleton.

“Hey, JuJu!”, she said cheerfully, her bones rattling with excitement before she noticed Adrien and her smile grew wider.

"Hi! You must be Adrien! I'm Rose, it's so nice to meet you!", the skeleton girl chirped, holding out a bony hand for him to shake. Adrien accepted it, and immediately the girl began rambling in a flurry of excitement.

"How has your first day been so far? Are you excited to meet our teacher? You're going to LOVE Miss Bustier, she's the best!", Rose gushed, Adrien struggling to keep up with her rapid-fire words.

"Woah, Rose! Let's try not to overwhelm him, okay?"

Adrien turned to see a boy with dark green skin covered in stitches, who had a pair of sparking bolts in his neck. He gave the blonde a friendly grin.

"S'up, dude! I'm Nino, student body president and amateur scientist! Great to meet you!" he said, holding out a hand for Adrien to shake. The teen model did...only for the boy's hand to come detached in his grasp!

"Oh, geez! I'm so sorry!", Adrien started to stammer as he held the severed hand in his own, but Nino just laughed.

"No worries, man! I'm a Stein, happens all the time!", before he took the hand from Adrien and Marinette began to work at stitching it back on.

Suddenly, Adrien heard stomping footsteps in the hallway, before the door was thrown open. The rest of the Monster kids affectionately rolled their eyes as a quartet of muscular people with the heads of jackals carried a girl wrapped in bandages and decked in jewelry, sitting on a golden throne into the room.

"Attention, peasants! The mighty pharaoh has arrived!", the girl announced grandly. Only a moment later, a ginger girl with decaying skin and horn-rimmed glasses shambled in. She wore a necklace with a small screen device.

"Adrien, this is the world's biggest drama queen, Chloe!", Alya introduced snarkily, earning a glare from the mummy girl, "And that there is Sabrina.", she continued, pointing to the red-haired zombie.

"Alright, move aside, peasants. The queen needs a look at the human!", Chloe announced, pushing through the others to give a scrutinizing once-over to Adrien.

"Be nice, Chloe!", Mylene said firmly, giving the dark-haired girl a pointed look. The mummy girl rolled her eyes.

"Ugh, oh my RA, fine!", she turned to Adrien with an exaggerated friendly smile, "Hi, I'm Chloe, nice to meet you!", she said in a sweet tone.

"Grrrrrgggghhhh.", Sabrina groaned, the screen on her necklace displaying the words, 'Chloe. Don't be a smartass.' Adrien guessed it must be some kind of Zombie translator. "Uggggggggrhhh." (Screen: It's nice to meet you, Adrien. Miss Bustier should be here soon.)

As if on cue, an older zombie, with messy ginger hair pulled into a bun and a necklace like Sabrina's, shambled into the classroom. She placed the papers she was holding on the desk, before turning to face the students.

"Grrrrrrrraaaaarrrrghhh. Urrrrrrrgh." (Screen: Hello, students, as most of you know, I am your teacher, Miss Bustier. I see you've all become acquainted with the newest member of our class.) She then shambled over to Adrien, smiling kindly. Despite her rotting skin, Adrien felt a soothing, sort of motherly vibe from her.

"Rrrrrrrrruuuuuuggggh." (Screen: Welcome to DuPont, Adrien. We're very excited to welcome our first human to the student body. Feel free to let me know if you need anything.), before she turned to the rest of the class.

"Grrrrrrrrrrgh." (Screen: Alright, everyone take your seats. We'll start by going over the classroom rules.) Everyone took their assigned chairs, and the school year officially began.

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After the morning homeroom session had concluded, the voice of the principal had came over the PA system, calling all of the students to the auditorium for the 'Welcome Back' assembly. Filing out of the room with his classmates, Adrien noticed the wary looks he was getting from much of the student body. With a reassuring smile, Nino threw an arm around his new friend.

"Don't worry, dude! They just aren't used to seeing a human around here! Now come on, we wanna introduce you to our buds from the class next door!"

Soon enough, another group of kids joined his own class. Adrien watched as a boy with silky raven hair, four arms and large moth wings linked hands with Nathaniel. The redheaded gargoyle then turned back to face him.

"Adrien, this is my boyfriend, Marc. Nightlight, this is Adrien, the new human student.", he introduced, Marc giving the blonde a shy smile.

"H-hi, Adrien! It's nice to mee- WHAT WAS THAT?!", the moth teen jumped out of his skin when a door had slammed behind them.

"Marc is a little jumpy.", said a feminine voice behind him, and he turned to see another mummy girl, who bore a strong resemblance to Chloe, only with a much more casual air about her, "Hey, I'm Zoe. Chloe's half-sister."

Adrien shook her hand, before Chloe came over to join them. Suddenly, the boy's attention was caught by the bubbling of a nearby fountain. He watched as a tall girl with fins on her arms and messy red hair rose from the water, a cheerful smile on her face.

"Adrien, this is Ondine!", Zoe told him, "She's Kim's-"

But Kim had already spotted the aquatic monster girl, and he began panting with happiness before running over to her. Adrien watched as the werewolf gave several big, affectionate licks to Ondine’s cheek, the redhead laughing brightly, before reaching up to scratch behind his ear. She then turned to face the human teen, her smile brightening.

"Hi, it's nice to meet you.", he said brightly, stepping closer to Ondine and holding out a hand to shake, only for Kim to let out a soft growl, startling Adrien. He stepped back as the lagoon girl lightly scolded her boyfriend.

"Kim, he's just being friendly.", before she turned back to him with an apologetic look, "Sorry, Adrien. Werewolves can be...possessive, sometimes."

"It's a mutt thing.", said a teasing voice behind the boy, and Adrien turned to see a short teen with feline slitted pupils and the ears and tail of a cat. He gave a playful grin before introducing himself.

"Name's Ismael.", before he looked at something above them, "And that's Reshma."

Adrien looked up to see a girl with six arms and six red eyes lowering herself from the ceiling by thick white threads that seemed to originate from her wrists. She gave him a smile, showing off her multiple fangs.

"Hi, Adrien! Welcome to our school.", the spider-like girl said, surprising him with a hug. He couldn't help but return it, smiling a bit wider.

When Reshma released him, he was nearly thrown off his feet by a strong clap on the back. After steadying himself, he turned to look at a tall, dark-skinned monster with a muscular build and thick, dark brown hair, grinning broadly at him.

"Yeah, you’re gonna love it here! This is probably the closest I've ever been to a human before!", they said with a laugh, before going over to join Ivan and Kim, the three sharing a handshake that reminded him of that one scene from Predator.

"Adrien, that was Denise. They're a sasquatch, and Ivan's cousin.", Mylene said, before someone bumped into Adrien. He turned to see a tall boy with a singular, large green eye in the center of his forehead, which laid behind black glasses with one giant lens. His face had been buried in his phone.

"Aye, sorry 'bout that! I'm Simon.", he said, and Adrien nodded, before his attention was caught by a loud, angry snort.

"WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING!", a petite monster with sharp horns and a jeweled nose ring shouted at the boy who had bumped into them, before Zoe went over to calm it down.

"An' that's Cosette! They're a minotaur and she's got a bit of a temper!", Simon continued, earning an indignant snort, before the bull-esque teen nodded at Adrien.

"Greetings, young human. We are most delighted to have you join us at our place of the education.", said a cheerful yet formal voice, and Adrien turned to see a girl with silvery hair, kaleidoscopic eyes and dark blue skin with star-like markings hovering behind him. Beside her was a monster with oozing black hair that resembled tar, who seemed to be made entirely of light blue slime.

"Nice to meet you, Adrien. I'm Mireille, and that's Aurore.", the slime girl said, pointing to herself and then the girl Adrien guessed was likely an alien.

Out of thin air, a dramatic keyboard riff sounded through the hall, and Adrien turned to see a ghostly teen with coiffed hair and pale purple skin grinning as he posed in an Elvis-reminiscent stance. They then floated down and offered his hand to shake.

"Howdy, darlin'! Jean, hard-rockin', heart-stoppin' phantom, at your service!", the boy introduced himself with a smooth southern accent, swinging his tricked-out synthesizer over their back by the strap. Adrien smiled as he shook the phantom's hand.

A loud whoop then caught his attention, and he turned to see a yellow-skinned girl with orange flames for hair parkour through the hall. She stopped in front of him, before sticking out her hand for a high-five.

"Yo, my dude, I'm Lacey! Nice to meet you!", she barked enthusiastically, Adrien couldn't help but flinch at the scalding temperature of her skin as he accepted the up-top. The fiery girl cringed, "Sorry, man! Forgot I wasn't wearing gloves."

"Let me see your hand.", said a firm female voice, and Adrien turned to see a (beautiful) girl with bronze scales, reptilian green eyes and large red horns. He obeyed, and she blew a blast of cool air from her hand onto his' reddened skin, soothing it. He couldn't help but blush.

"I am Kagami.", she said stoically, and he could have sworn she was also blushing.

"Hey, Adrien.", he heard Juleka say, "Meet my brother, Luka." The blonde teen turned, and his blush grew even brighter. The cool, fanged smile he was being given by the boy with shaggy black hair, dyed teal at the tips and hypnotizing blood-red eyes, with a guitar slung over his back, made his knees weak.

"Nice to meet you, Adrien.", he said in a voice as mesmerizing as his eyes. Adrien could only nod in response. Shaking himself back to his senses, he turned to face the whole group.

"You know, Adrien, for a human, you're really cool with us monsters. We all thought you would be super freaked out or something!", Lacey said bluntly, earning pointed looks from several of the other monster teens.

"What do you mean? You all seem so nice, why would I be scared of you?", he said brightly, not noticing their looks of surprise, "I've met more new people, new friends today than I've met in my entire life before now!", he said, earning mildly concerned looks from the teen monsters.

"What do you mean, dude? You had friends back home, right?", Nino asked, slightly fearing the answer.

"Oh, no, not really. I was homeschooled and my dad is pretty...protective. Aside from my photo shoots, I never really got to go outside. I'm psyched he let me come here...but I'm kinda worried he had a stroke or something.", the blonde model explained, again failing to notice the peeved looks on his peers' faces. Before they could say anything, the warning bell sounded. Looks like talks about shitty parenting would have to wait. Adrien couldn't help but smile as he and his new friends entered the auditorium. He had the feeling he was going to love it here!

However, unseen by any of them, a girl with ragged black wings and a wicked grin watched them from the shadows...

"This new human is pretty cute...it'll be fun playing with him..."

And there you have it, folks! Adrien was long overdue for some friends! (You SUCK, Gabe!) Leave your thoughts in the comments and reblogs!

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A Champion's Love: Chapter 17

Chapter 17: Trails End Word Count: 4011 CW: Blood

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“So, I surveyed the land today in an effort to both keep myself busy and plan for the next trial. Past the eastern exit of the palace is Mikau Lake, this is where the glowing point shows up on the slate’s map,” Zelda explained to you, “at the base of the lake is a glowing blue ring, similar to the one you described for the first trial. I can only assume that this reflects the final verse in Kass’ song ‘chase rings of the waterfall’. Above Mikau Lake is a series of small and large waterfalls which end at a small cliff below the very top of Ploymus Mountain.”

You were listening intently to the princess as she spoke. Your meeting with the king had been adjourned and he’d been happy to approve of your trip to the next trial point upon seeing that you were indeed healthy and properly healed. Now you were sitting on the steps leading up to the throne room, looking down at the map of Zora’s Domain as she pointed out each spot.

“Brilliant. Shall we head out now?” the prince asks.

He was standing a few steps behind you, and while you couldn’t see him, you could practically feel his presence.

Zelda nods as she hands the Sheikah Slate over to you for safekeeping, “I don’t see why not. We’ve got plenty of daylight left, and it wouldn’t take us long at all to reach Mikau Lake. We should have no need to bring a squadron of guards this time, upon my survey of the land I saw no monsters in the area.”

You push yourself up and stretch your arms up, “sounds good to me, I’ve just gotta get the Zora armor then I’ll meet you guys at the east exit?

“Yes of course, I’ll let Muzu know that we’re leaving and meet you there as well,” Zelda replies, giving you a small wave before she walks up the steps back into the throne room.

This leaves you alone with the prince, whom you smile awkwardly at before dashing down the steps. You hear him call out your name, yet you pretend not to hear him as you speedily head into the palace corridors back to your bedchambers.

‘Ughhh, what are you doing? You can’t just blow him off and ignore him like that after what just happened, you’ll have to talk to him about it eventually,’ you grumble inwardly. 

You move quickly once in your room, fitting the armor over your torso and securing it in all the right places. As you tighten all of the necessary straps and slip on your gloves, your mind is swimming with thoughts and questions. However, you attempt to push them all aside as you run out of the bedchambers and up to the east exit.

You arrive at the center of the bridge where a small arch offers shade from the sunlight. You lean against the pillar of the arch and sigh, thinking to yourself, ‘I’ll talk to him after this final trial. Let’s sort out this Divine Beast business, then I can sort out these feelings.’

A few minutes pass and eventually Sidon shows up, with Captain Bazz walking beside him. The two are having what appears to be a rushed conversation, speaking in hushed tones. You notice that as they approach the arch way, Bazz repeatedly throws a few glances your way before leaning over to the prince and whispering something to him.

Sidon brushes his friend away, and the captain laughs playfully as he jogs away, most likely to return to his post. The prince sighs, adjusting his arm bands and sash before walking up to you. You notice him hesitate before he speaks.

“Hello again, little one,” he greets you nervously, with a very visible blue blush on his face, “would you mind if we discussed what happened before-”

You’re quick to interrupt him, your own face feeling hot with blush, “look, can we talk about this after the final trial? I feel like it might be a… complicated conversation.”

The prince quickly nods in agreement, “yes yes, you’re correct, apologies.”

He goes silent, as do you, and the tension in the air feels thick enough to be sliced by even the dullest, rusted blade.

There’s a pitter patter against the smooth stone flooring, and you look up to see the princess running over with a smile on her face, “the King is aware of the trip, and Captain Bazz says he’ll be keeping an eye on the area just in case any trouble arises- ummm… are you two alright?”

She looks between both you and Sidon with a confused expression.

“Y-yeah! No, we're fine, everything’s good, we were just waiting for you!” you quickly stammer out, giving her a not-so-convincing grin.

You were lying through your teeth, but if Zelda noticed she said nothing about it. “Wonderful, though… I will have to stay behind for the final trial. A group of Zora architects have arranged for a meeting with King Dorephan and I so we can discuss future renovations for Hyrule Castle. I’d hate to keep them waiting for another occasion to speak with us while I’m still in Zora’s Domain. I know the two of you are more than capable of handling this last part of the trials alone, yes?”

You go slightly wide eyed at this. You’d been leaning on the idea that Zelda would stay with you and Sidon to keep the tension level low. You force yourself to nod though, smiling at the princess as you wave her off, “no worries, Zelda, we’ll be alright. Go have your meeting, we can handle this trial.”

Zelda grins, wishing the both of you luck before turning back and heading towards the throne room once more.

Looking to your side, you lock eyes with the prince before quickly turning away bashfully.

Together, the two of you walk down the rest of the bridge, heading towards Mikau Lake. It’s less of a lake and more of a pond, quaint and small, but with a tall waterfall feeding into it from the series of lakes above that lead all the way up the side of Ploymus Mountain.

A pair of ducks fly away as you approach, splashing the water and honking noisily. “Guess we disturbed them,” you giggle, unhooking the Sheikah Slate from your belt as you approach the pond’s edge.

Blue light comes into your sight, and you’re able to see the first blue ring that Zelda had told you about. It’s hovering midair above the pond, a circle identical to the one you’d touched in the Lanayru sea.

“After you,” you say to the prince, letting him walk ahead of you to touch the ring.

He smiles, before approaching the light and gently holding a hand out. His fingers just barely brush against the blue glow before a chiming sound rings out and the ring shrinks into a much smaller light. It zips past both of you, bouncing over a rock that juts out of the lake before settling a few feet above the ground atop the waterfall.

The ring sits horizontal now. 

“Looks like we’ve got to go up,” you murmur, putting the slate back on your belt as you ready yourself to swim.

There’s a touch on your shoulder and you visibly jump, backing away from the prince. He drops his hand, and there’s a look of hurt on his face - followed by a pang in your heart.

“Apologies for startling you, I was simply going to offer you a ride on my back to ascend these waterfalls. There’s multiple, so I assumed that it would make it simpler for the both of us as you’re still recovering from your injuries,” he explains, his eyes flicking up to meet your own.

‘Sidon, I healed myself, the only ‘injury’ I’ve got now is the hickey you left on my neck.’

You don’t dare say that out loud though. Rather, you let out a sigh and smile at him shyly, “nah, it’s okay, just a bit, um… jumpy. Right now. But yeah, I can ride on your back, there’s no better swimmer in the domain than you after all.”

This makes him grin, and you’re happy to see his signature smile once more. The two of you wade into the water, and once you’re at the base of the fall you climb onto his back, securing your legs around his torso and arms around his neck. Being flush against him like this makes you feel slightly hot and bothered, but you push that aside as you focus on the task at hand.

“Alright, all you’ve gotta do is swim right through the ring and follow it to wherever it goes next,” you instruct.

The prince shivers beneath you. He shivers. You quickly realize that it’s because you were speaking against his ear, practically breathing on his neck.

“Hold on tight, little one,” he replies, and then you’re off.

You can’t help the grin that plays on your lips as you zip up the side of the waterfall, droplets of water whipping past you as the prince shows off his swimming finesse. 

He dashes through the center of the ring, and just as before it shrinks into a smaller light and flies ahead of both of you, forming into a second ring to swim through. Sidon repeats this process, swimming through each ring the light forms for him until the both of you have reached the very top of the waterfall. 

He jumps out, maneuvering in the air so that he holds you in his arms as he lands on firm ground. It was such a rush, an absolute thrill and you found yourself grinning as the both of you found your footing once more. You attempted to, still, ignore how hot and flushed his grasp made you feel.

“Um, Sidon,” you mumble, tapping his chest, “you can put me down now.”

His eyes go wide as he loosens his hold and quickly sets you down, “yes, so sorry, my thoughts keep getting away from me.”

You quickly balance in the grassy area, looking towards the next lake where the ring has settled. “Welp, guess we’re doing it again. C’mon, princey,” you wave him along, jogging to the next pond.

The prince chuckles as he follows along, and you continue the trial as a pair.

…

After ascending the rest of the waterfalls together, the two of you finally reach the top. You’d perfected your landing strategy while chasing the rings, and now Sidon would no longer have to hold you when you jumped out of the water. Now you would simply need to twist in the air and land at the same time, keeping one another balanced.

The final ring is on land. It’s much larger and intricate than any of the others before it, surrounded by floating Sheikah symbols. The prince walks towards it, brushing his fingers against the circle. The ring of light shrinks, though this time there is no light remaining.

You look around confused, until a sudden rumbling nearly shakes you off of your feet. A shrine emerges from the ground before you, identical to the previous two. Once it’s fully revealed, the rumbling stops, and the shrine building glows a bright orange.

You hop onto the shrine platform and unhook the slate from your belt, swiping it across the pedestal. Its orange lights dim and turn blue, and the shrine door unlocks and reveals its hollow interior.

“One more time?” you ask Sidon, turning to look back at him with a smile.

“One last time,” he replies with a grin.

Together you walk into the shrine, the prince having to hunch over in its small space. You press the button to activate the elevator, and very quickly the two of you are descending into the final shrine puzzle.

… 

The elevator deposits you in a very tall room. Ahead of you in a shallow waterfall, one not deep enough to swim up. In front of the waterfall are two large metal blocks with indents, you’d be able to climb either of them. The metal blocks are connected to rail meaning you can move them up and down. There’s two landings on either side of the waterfall, though you’re willing to bet that the one highest above the ground is what will take you to the exit of the shrine.

“It’s a puzzle,” you murmur, brow furrowed as you examine the wall, “we have to get up onto that landing. We’ll have to use those metal blocks somehow, luckily I’ve got plenty of runes to figure it out.”

“Well, the only way to solve a puzzle is to attempt every solution we come up with,” Sidon grins, walking down the steps and hopping onto the water covered flooring.

The next few minutes are filled with you and the prince performing every possible answer to the puzzle you can come up with. Eventually, you use the water on the floor to put cryonis pillars beneath both of the metal blocks. With Sidon’s help, you climb up onto the lower platform, and in an alcove in the wall is a third, smaller metal block that you can use to stack upon the others.

Eventually, you end up making a stairway of sorts, using the metal blocks and ice pillars. 

“Damn, it’s almost enough to reach that top platform, but we don’t have anything else to build with,” you curse looking up at your latest attempt.

“Well, all we can do is climb and see how close we can get,” Sidon suggests, digging his fingers into the ice pillar as he begins his climb.

With a shrug of your shoulders, you follow up after him, managing to climb to the very top where you’d used the last metal block. The higher landing you needed to reach was just barely out of your grasp- but you could make it.

“Give me a lift?” you ask Sidon with a shy smile.

The prince is more than happy to oblige, picking you up in his arms and boosting you up onto the platform. You climb atop it, before reaching your hands down and helping him up as well. You bump into one another and giggle nervously, like a pair of shy teenagers.

Rounding the corner, you’re greeted by the sight of a monk. It’s the end of the shrine.

Sidon, who’s become familiar with the routine, approaches the monk’s pedestal and places his hand upon the blue barrier. It shatters, and a light appears before the monk, and very soon the prince now has his third of Ruta’s tokens.

As the monk disintegrates, you turn to look at the Zora, “well, guess we should head out and see what happens now, yeah?”

He nods and grins, “so we shall.”

…

Walking out of the shrine, you’re greeted by the soft hues of a setting sun. You’d been in the shrine for far longer than you thought, the sky was a gradient of gentle oranges and deep violets.

There’s a buzz on your hip. Confused, you take the slate off of your belt and check the map. There’s a new glowing point, and it’s right where Divine Beast Vah Ruta is situated in the mountainous area of Zora’s Domain.

You quickly show Sidon, who seems intrigued by the new information. “Let’s return to the palace and let Zelda now. I have a feeling that this is where the trial will truly be completed,” he decides.

The pair of you quickly traverse back to the palace, taking advantage of the waterfalls and lakes until you return to the eastern exit you’d used hours previously. Together, you run across the bridge and up the stairs that lead into the throne room.

“Zelda!” you shout once you reach the top of the staircase.

Conveniently the princess is there, having what appears to be a polite conversation with King Dorephan. She looks somewhat startled at your sudden interruption, but grins upon seeing you, “_____! Sidon! How’d the trial go?”

“Brilliantly,” Sidon exclaims with his signature smile.

“Yeah!” you agree, unhooking the slate from your belt and holding it out to her, “plus we’ve got a new spot on the map. We need to go to the Divine Beast.”

The princess takes the Sheikah Slate into her hands and looks over the map curiously, reading up on any new information it has to offer her, “fascinating. Well, do you want to wait? Do you want to go now? Whatever you choose to do next, I’m fully supportive.”

You turn, looking back towards Sidon. “Well… it’s your trial. What do you want to do?” you ask him.

The prince brings his hand to his chin, mulling over it for a few moments, before a beaming smile spreads across his face, “well, I don’t see why we can’t very well go to the Divine Beast right now. Perhaps it’s simply my enthusiasm and curiosity getting the better of me, but I’m bursting at the seams in anticipation of what may come next.”

You hear the king chuckle behind you, “ah, that sounds very much like you, my son. Though the sun may be setting by no means must you put this next adventure on hold. Go on and go forth! I must admit that I too am quite excited to see what follows.”

“Well, my meeting with the architects is complete, and if we’re leaving for Ruta now I’d be more than happy to tag along,” Zelda smiles, handing the slate back to you.

You hook it back onto your belt, and when you look up you see everyone in the room looking expectantly towards you. It takes you a moment to realize that they’re awaiting your approval for the mission. “Oh! Yes, of course I’ll be coming too.”

Sidon laughs before taking a step towards the staircase, “I’ll ask Bazz to come with us, nightfall might cause some added dangers as we trek through Upperland Zorana. We’ll bring torches as well. Zelda, _____, meet me at the Great Zora Bridge?”

“Will do,” you agree, and princess Zelda nods as well.

The next few minutes are a rush, you eat a quick dinner, change into some dry clothing, help Zelda pack a bag with all her notes and books on Ruta (just in case they’ll be needed), and get accosted by the Zora children before finally getting to the Great Zora Bridge.

You greet Bazz, who seems happier to see you than normal, before the four of you head up into the mountains to continue the trials.

…

It takes a few hours, but you finally make it in the middle of the night. Luckily, the monster activity was little to none, the biggest threat was a small camp of Bokoblins that both you and Bazz were able to wipe out in a matter of seconds.

You arrive at the plateau that the Divine Beast calls its home. Its blue glow keeps the area around it lit brightly, and you put out the flames of your torch as you walk up to it.

“Sidon, you’ve got all three tokens, yes?” you ask him, turning to look at him as he walks closer to you.

“Yes, I -” he begins, but as soon as he sets foot on the plateau there’s a toll that rings out in the air, and a voice begins to speak.

“To the one who approaches this Divine Beast… In the name of the Goddess Hylia, I offer this trial. In exchange for Ruta’s Emblems… you will be granted the chance to tread through the realm of memories.”

“... memories?” you ask aloud, confused. Looking back to the prince, the three tokens he held in his hands glow bright before disappearing, and the voice continues to speak.

“Those who lack determination will find this trial unforgiving. Do not take this place lightly, nor dismiss it as merely a world within your mind. The truth is much deeper than you know.”

Everything goes silent. Deathly silent. Nobody moves, not even the water beneath the Divine Beast seems to trickle.

Then suddenly the prince gasps. He bends over and clutches his chest as though he’s in pain.

“S-Sidon?” you stammer, scared as you attempt to walk towards him.

You don’t get a chance to approach before he’s suddenly enveloped in a bright golden light. The light grows smaller, shifting into an orb roughly the size of your hand. The orb floats in the air momentarily before zipping away, flittering towards the Divine Beast. 

The torch and spear the prince had been holding both fell, clattering on the ground.

“Sidon!” you scream, running towards the Divine Beast, but there’s a force that blocks you from entering.

Panic and fear well up in your chest, and you stumbled backwards, falling onto the ground.

You weren’t the only one panicking.

“Where is he? Where did that thing take him?” Bazz exclaims, running towards Ruta only to be held back as well.

“Both of you! Fretting like this will solve nothing,” Zelda exclaims, speaking in a stern tone of voice she rarely used, “all we can do is await his return. This is a part of the pilot’s trial. We cannot interfere or stop it.”

So you sit. And wait. And wait. And wait.

Judging by the clock on the Sheikah Slate, hours pass, and nothing happens.

Princess Zelda sat near the edge of the Plateau, using the slate to tirelessly read through notes and see if Mipha had written anything about what just happened during her own experience becoming a pilot. Bazz stood watch beside her, needing something to keep him distracted from the prince’s disappearance.

You, however, were sitting in the water, staring up at the Divine Beast. Your thoughts could not stop rushing, and you felt sick to your stomach with anxiety.

You just wanted him to be safe. You needed him to be safe. There was so much you hadn’t gotten the chance to tell him…

From this vantage point, you could easily see the Lanayru sea in the distance, and this meant you were able to see the first rays of light as the sun slowly began to rise up above the horizon.

You sniffle and raise your hand to your face as you watch the sky lighten up. There were tear streaks on your cheeks. You hadn’t even realized you’d been crying.

Suddenly, Ruta’s light glows an even brighter blue. You’re quick to stand up, pushing yourself up off the ground. The golden orb that’d taken Sidon reappears, floating down from the top of the beast and settling near the ground.

The orb bursts, and the prince is placed down onto the plateau.

His body is littered with bruises and open, bleeding wounds. 

“... Sidon?” you ask carefully, taking a fearful step towards him.

He, however, is quick to whip around and look towards you. His eyes scan over your figure, and before you can react he runs towards you, swooping you up into his arms and hugging you tightly.

You can’t help the smile playing on your lips, and hug him back as best you can. “Sidon, what hap-” you attempt to ask, but he moves faster than you yet again.

He loosens his grip and pulls back just enough for your eyes to meet. He gives you an inquisitive look before leaning in and-

Kissing you.

He kisses you.

Sidon is kissing you.

You squeak in surprise, your face red hot with blush before you finally come to your senses and kiss him back. Bringing your hands up, you hold his face carefully, and it’s only when he pulls back that you realize you’ve been left breathless

You’re doing mental somersaults as you’re set down on the ground. Behind Sidon, you’re able to see the shocked faces of both the princess and the captain.

“Sidon, are you-” you begin, yet there’s another interruption.

The prince stumbles backwards, before passing out and crumpling onto the ground in a heap.

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like cardiac arrest (high voltage when we kiss) - chapter 2

Summary: Jaskier needs a date, fast. Problem is, dating is harder than it used to be. Luckily, Eskel’s willing to help him out.

Or: Two idiots in love think it’s a great idea to pretend to date each other. No one is fooled.

Jaskier/Eskel | Rated: M | WC: 4k+ | CW: coarse language, sexual thoughts

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Prompt fill for lovely Kei! Read Chapter 1 on AO3 or here on Tumblr.

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The weekend came, and with it, the arrival of Lambert and Aiden’s monthly cookout. Even though it was November and practically snowing, Lambert didn’t cancel his cookouts for anything, everyone else’s feelings about that fact aside. (“Rain or fucking shine, Jaskier, I don’t give a fuck about something as trivial as the weather,” he’d sneered when Jaskier had bothered to ask, one day. He’d never questioned it again.) Jaskier and Eskel were going, as they always did, with the new development of needing to look like a couple. They’d decided today would be as good a test run as any in seeing if their relationship would pass as genuine. After all, who would be a better judge than their friends and family? 

It was a reasonable, terrible idea. Jaskier was absolutely shitting himself as he heard the knock on his door.

Eskel thought he should pick him up, thought they should drive there together. It did seem more natural, Jaskier supposed, but it really just meant he had no time at all to prepare himself for being a couple with Eskel and what that meant for his sanity.

He took a deep breath, which caught in his throat only a second later. 

Eskel looked… Wow. The other man was stunning in a red button-up, top two buttons undone and bloated biceps on full display. His top was paired with well-fitting black jeans, which showed off his plump backside rather nicely. He had a sherpa-lined leather jacket and soft-looking scarf hanging over one arm, Blundstone-booted feet tying it all together.

Jaskier idly cursed good genes and the color red and the time when he’d told Eskel he looked dashing in it, so very long ago. It was awful that Eskel had taken him at his word, really, because now he was left dealing with the unfortunate reality of his good taste. He was practically salivating, unable to help his staring with so much to look at. 

Jaskier was very much not ready for today, Melitele help him.

“Hi.” He sounded breathless even to his own ears, but Eskel either didn’t notice or was too kind to comment on it.

“Hi yourself. You ready to go?” 

Eskel stepped fully into Jaskier’s apartment, perfectly at ease, and bent to scratch Mattie, Jaskier’s cat, as she gave him a mrow in greeting. 

“Yeah, just about. Let me just grab my coat.” 

Jaskier moved to the bedroom and was back in a flash, slipping his arms into the sleeves of his own double-breasted peacoat and wrapping a scarf around his neck. He’d dressed for luck today, wearing all of his favorite things in the hopes that this wouldn’t all blow up his face as spectacularly as he expected it would. 

A button-up of his own, in a pretty cream color with light lace detailing around the buttons, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows to show off his hands and wrists. His lovely thrifted waistcoat covered in floral embroidery (which some might call gaudy, but really, that was due to their inability to appreciate art, thank you very much). His favorite pair of black jeans, which fit his ass and thighs like a glove. His well-loved Chelsea boots, warm and practical but stylish and rustic. The pearl earring he’d crafted from one of his mother’s old necklaces in one ear and his many, ever-present rings adorning his fingers. Your clothes are your armor, Jaskier, and gods know you’ll need it today.

He came back to stand in front of Eskel with a smile and a prayer. 

“Well, we look quite the pair, don’t we?” He hoped his usual charm was enough to mask his nerves. “You clean up rather nicely, Esk, though I don’t think that’s a surprise to anyone.” 

He brushed a casual hand over Eskel’s shoulder without much thought, missing the flare of heat in the other man’s eyes.

“You too, Jask. In fact…” Eskel took that moment to step closer, crowding into Jaskier’s personal space. He placed a careful hand at Jaskier’s waist, used the other to guide Jaskier’s fallen hand back to his own shoulder. The look in his eyes was inscrutable, his touch as familiar as it was strange in this charade they found themselves in.

Jaskier was stunned for the second time in as many days. He blinked, mouth falling slightly open. “Esk? Bit early for this, yeah? We don’t even have an audience, unless you count Mattie,” he chuckled nervously, heart pounding like a drum.

The hand was a warm, bracing heat where it rested over the linen of his shirt. Jaskier felt the touch like a brand, sparks flying from the points where they made contact.

“Hm,” Eskel rumbled, bringing his other hand around Jaskier’s lower back and somehow stepping even closer. “Figured this would be as good a time as any to practice.”

Eskel’s thumb was rubbing small, distracting little circles at the base of his spine. Jaskier was finding it harder to string together a coherent thought by the second. “P-Practice…?”

The other man’s eyes crinkled at the corners, his mouth quirking into a becoming smile. Jaskier wanted to see what it would taste like, pressed to his lips. 

“Kissing, Jask. Would you prefer I planted one on you when you weren’t expecting it? I didn’t want you to be more surprised than everyone else is already going to be.”

Jaskier spluttered, cheeks turning red. “I– well, I mean– Maybe? Probably a good idea, all things considered, would seem– normal, since we’re dating and all. Not that I’m saying no right now, but–”

Eskel took pity on him, chuckling. “Noted. I’ll remember that for later.”

He still hadn’t stopped that damnable stroking of his back. Fuck.

Jaskier bit his lip, hand tightening unconsciously on Eskel’s shoulder. His other hand moved from his side to rest tentatively on the meat of Eskel’s pec. “It might be… smart. Practicing. Do you… um, now?”

Jaskier had never been less eloquent in his life, but Eskel didn’t need pretty words to understand what he meant.

Eskel’s hand traveled smoothly from Jaskier’s waist to grasp his chin. Jaskier wasn’t small by any means, standing at just under six feet tall, but Eskel made him feel downright dainty. Something about that fact made a primal part of his brain purr with pleasure.

They locked eyes, blue meeting hazel. Jaskier took a few moments to just… look. He didn’t see any hesitation or regret in Eskel’s gaze, just warmth. The tension in his shoulders loosened, his face tilting just that little bit more upward.

Eskel, intelligent man that he was, didn’t wait any longer. 

The warm press of lips against Jaskier’s own sent a bolt of lightning down his spine. It was rather chaste, all things considered, but he’d never felt quite so many butterflies as he did now with anyone else, the warmth spreading from where they were connected all the way down to his toes. 

Eskel’s arms curled firmly around Jaskier’s hips, but his kisses remained soft, almost tentative. Jaskier felt a hunger clawing its way up his throat and just barely smothered the desperate sound that tried to escape. He pressed himself closer, arms looping around Eskel’s neck as his lips parted, praying that the declaration sitting on his tongue remained inside. 

By the gods, kissing Eskel was like the first sight of water in a desert. Like the first flowers sprouting through frost, like first love in the summer. Like the last love he hoped he’d ever have.

They’d been kissing for maybe a minute, probably less, but when they pulled apart, Jaskier was panting. He felt absolutely wrecked, heart threatening to claw its way out of his chest, every part of his being screaming about the minuscule distance between them.

Fuck, he was so fucking fucked.

“Um,” he licked his suddenly dry lips and blinked through the pleasant, dazed feeling that had taken over his brain. “Think we’ll pass the test?”

Eskel looked almost as starstruck as Jaskier was, breath coming in shallow little puffs and a faint flush at the tips of his ears, though he schooled his features quickly. Jaskier’s heart fluttered at having that effect on him, feeling the sticky ooze of pride in his gut, despite knowing it was just a physical reaction to a damned good kiss.

When Eskel spoke, his voice was rough. “I think we just might.” 

—-

“Jask! Eskel!” Aiden’s voice carried warmly over to them as they arrived through the back gate.

The butterflies were fully present again and Jaskier wiped his sweaty hands on his jeans. Eskel’s hand was a comforting warmth on his lower back, guiding him through the gate where he waited, hesitating.

“Hey, you two! Glad you could make it!” Aiden came over and hugged both of them tightly, as if he hadn’t just seen them two weeks ago when they met with Geralt and Lambert for drinks. 

Jaskier smiled despite himself. “Hey Aiden, everyone here already? We brought refreshments.” Eskel held up their offering at Jaskier’s queue.

Aiden grinned like the cat that got the cream. “Great! Afraid Lambert made his way through most of ours last night when Geralt came over. Poor fool’s hopeless at Gwent, gods help him.”

Eskel snorted. “Don’t worry, Aid. I like you, so I won’t tell him you said that.” 

“And that’s what makes you my favorite brother-in-law!”

Eskel smiled, moving to press a casual kiss to Jaskier’s cheek before excusing himself. “Going to put these in the fridge real quick. Be right back.”

Jaskier froze, knowing his face was practically glowing at the easy display of affection, but tried to play it cool. Damn it, Eskel, you had to leave me to deal with this alone…

He supposed he should be grateful it was Aiden first. He sighed.

“So… You and Esk?” 

He glanced over at Aiden, not sure what he was expecting to find, but huffed a small breath of relief at seeing only curiosity in his expression. “When did that happen?”

“A few weeks ago. Remember Yenn’s birthday?” 

In truth, it wasn’t a hard story to sell. He and Eskel were frequently together (some might say attached at the hip), so it wasn’t surprising when they’d left together that night. Jaskier was a friendly drunk in general, even more so with his actual friends, and he knew he’d been all over Eskel. He privately remembered how hard it was to keep his mouth shut, with the cold air around them and the warmth of Eskel’s body as he’d practically carried him down the street. How close he’d been to blowing it when they’d stumbled home to Jaskier’s flat…

Aiden nodded, brows raised, and shook him out of his reverie. “So, was it you or him? Honestly Jask, I have to tell you, we’ve all talked about it over the years,” he chuckled.

Jaskier frowned, brows furrowing. Aiden didn’t seem to notice.

“We placed some bets, with interest, so I’d really love to know if I won the pot.”

“You all placed bets on when I’d finally confess? That’s hardly fair. Should’ve taken the secret to my grave just to spite you,” Jaskier grumbled.

He was more than a little indignant that they all seemed to know how absolutely gone he was over Eskel, particularly since he’d never mentioned it to any of them. Maybe it was just a testament to how well they knew him. The thought wasn’t comforting in the slightest.

Aiden smirked, saying nothing, before tugging Jaskier by the wrist towards the fire pit. 

“Come on, it��s fucking cold.”

—-

For the fourth time in the last twenty minutes, he found his gaze traveling across the yard. Eskel was sipping at a beer and chatting with Geralt. No doubt it was about the kids Geralt kept catching stoned out of their minds in the park campgrounds every weekend. He knew it had been a thorn in his best friend’s side for weeks, reluctant as he was to do too much about it. Lambert, who had just joined the other two, suddenly roared with laughter at some bit of Geralt’s dry humor, Eskel and Geralt smirking along with him at the unheard joke. Jaskier found himself smiling fondly, watching them all together.

“Lucky in love at last, bard?”

Jaskier scoffed, caught staring, and turned to Yennefer. She was bouncing little three-year-old Ciri on her knee on the other side of the fire, looking every bit at home in Lambert’s backyard. The beer she was holding clashed with her tailored pantsuit but only added to the picture she made, and really, it was just unfair that she made that look work to her advantage. Even with the snot Ciri was surreptitiously wiping on her shoulder. 

“What can I say, witch? The man’s got taste,” he retorted with a smirk, all confidence he didn’t quite feel.

The nicknames were stupid things they’d given each other back in college, back when they were rivals fighting over the attention of a certain white-haired man who wasn’t ready for any kind of relationship. They were almost pet names, now, many years and shared bottles of wine over Geralt’s stupidity later. 

Triss smiled over at him from her place next to Yennefer, a knowing glint in her eye. She was chopping vegetables for kabobs, her skilled hands making quick work with the knife she was holding. Yennefer leaned over to her, rolling her eyes at Jaskier, and pressed a kiss to her shoulder. Triss let out a smitten giggle.

A lawyer and a doctor, both beautiful to boot. He'd be intimidated if he hadn’t known them for years. 

He smiled despite himself, pleased to see his friends happy in love. It only hurt a little bit, this time, knowing he at least had Eskel’s temporary attention to comfort him.

“We’re happy for you, Jask, you know that, right?” Triss finally chimed in, pressing a kiss to his cheek as she passed him to take the finished kabobs to Lambert at the grill. 

Jaskier felt his cheeks heating, longing and wistfulness twisting sickly in his gut, and nodded. He hoped his feelings didn’t show on his face. 

The night carried on, drinks and laughter and stories about their weeks shared between them, before they finally settled at Lambert’s massive patio table to eat. It was still cold out, but the patio lamps were warm, and Jaskier couldn’t help but feel even warmer with the drink in his belly and good company around him. 

Jaskier was sitting next to Eskel, Aiden on his right, and Geralt across from them both. It was a little awkward, feeling Geralt trying not to stare at them. He hadn’t said anything to his best friend about this, knows how that must look since they all believe he and Eskel are dating now, but really, there wasn’t anything to tell. He couldn’t exactly tell Geralt he was fake-dating his brother as a ploy to best his mortal enemy, now could he? Nevermind the fact that he’d never exactly told Geralt he was in love with the man. Seemed like that was for the best, as that would only make things worse than they were now.

There was a stilted silence in the air, everyone tucking into their meals except for Geralt, who continued to look at Jaskier and Eskel as if they were a great mystery he couldn’t quite parse. Finally, Geralt must decide he’s drunk enough to say something because he huffs.

“I just don’t get it. How are you two dating?”

Everyone pauses, looking between the four of them–Geralt, Jaskier, Eskel, and the elephant in the room.

Jaskier, surprisingly, found his hackles up. “And what is that supposed to mean?”

Geralt shrugs, looking only a little sorry. “It’s just, well… surprising, is all.” 

And that just made it worse, Jaskier practically bristling like a cat whose tail has been stepped on. He starts spluttering, winding himself up into a rant about how Geralt doesn’t know fucking anything and how dare he say that in front of everyone, when Eskel’s hand lands on his thigh.

Jaskier pauses, then, looks over at Eskel. He is surprised by the warmth he sees in the other man’s eyes, compassion and tenderness and comfort all wrapped up in gold-flecked hazel. Eskel’s thumb is stroking over Jaskier’s knee, and he’s looking at him like that, and Jaskier suddenly can’t find it in him to be angry anymore.

“It’s okay, sweet thing,” Eskel murmurs. “I’ll do the explaining, yeah?”

He shifts his attention to everyone, walking them through their cover story–how they’d left their friends at the bar several weeks ago and fallen into each other’s arms. He keeps rubbing those damnable circles into the flesh on the inside of Jaskier’s knee, and Jaskier can’t quite stop himself from staring at Eskel’s mouth as he forms the words. 

Particularly not when Eskel adds in a few things they hadn’t discussed.

“I know you’re all surprised, but this isn’t really new. Not for me. I’ve always loved Jaskier,” and he takes a moment to gaze straight into Jaskier’s eyes as he says that, before looking away like it’s nothing. Like he hasn’t just shattered Jaskier’s entire world.

He continues, clueless to the storm raging its way through Jaskier’s insides. “I just finally got my shit together enough to say something about it–and I was lucky that he felt the same way.”  

Jaskier can’t look away from him, caught up in the way his eyes look at he says things like always loved and lucky about Jaskier, of all people. He feels a twinge of deja vu, thinking of the conversation with Yenn just over an hour ago. 

Geralt’s hawk eyes keep darting back and forth between them–to the foolishly besotted look Jaskier is sure must be on his face right now, to the way he’s got his whole weight leaned against Eskel’s side like he’s the only thing keeping him upright. He’s not sure what Geralt makes of Eskel, but whatever he sees, it finally seems to satisfy him enough that he crosses his arms and nods.

“Happy for you both. I mean it,” he says gruffly, making sure to meet both of their eyes to show how serious he is. Jaskier feels a flutter of affection for his closest friend, any residual annoyance from his earlier comment fully faded away now.

Geralt pushes away from the table then, reaching to grab Ciri from her booster seat. He excuses himself, likely going to put Ciri down for her late afternoon nap. It’s just as likely he needs a second to rationalize the reality that his brother and best friend are together.

Jaskier turns back to the rest of the table at this point, still unsure what he’s going to see in the rest of their faces despite Geralt’s acceptance. He looks around at everyone, at Yennefer and Lambert and Vesemir, and feels something tight unfurl in his stomach as he sees the acceptance on all of their faces, something he hadn’t even known was there. 

He lets himself smile, just for a second, and squeezes Eskel’s hand where it still rests on his knee under the table. He gets a fond squeeze back. This felt right. And although it wasn’t true, it felt good to know that everyone would be there to support them if it was.

—-

The rest of the evening is a quiet affair, and when the stars are well into the night sky, they finally say their goodbyes to everyone and make their way back to Eskel’s car. It’s only when he’s settled in the passenger seat with his seatbelt on that Jaskier goes limp with the weight of all of his feelings, pressing the heels of his hands firmly into his eyes.

“Jask? You okay?” It comes quietly, and although Eskel isn’t touching him, Jaskier breathes in his presence like the comfort that it always is.

He takes a moment and heaves a heavy breath out through his nose before he tries to speak. “Yeah. Just didn’t anticipate that being so… heavy. And I have to admit I didn’t think about how Geralt would react to the fact we hadn’t told him first when I proposed this idea.”

Jaskier rubs a nervous hand through his hair, sighing. He feels Eskel’s eyes on him, with that same quiet intensity he always has, before his hand is suddenly in Eskel’s. 

“I’m sorry if I… overstepped, back there. Figured you’d really–want to sell it,” Eskel chuckles, weakly, and drums his fingers on the steering wheel.

Jaskier takes a moment to look at him more closely, taking in the tense set of his shoulders, the way he won’t quite meet his eyes. 

“Hey,” he says, squeezing Eskel’s hand again, “What’s going through that big brain of yours?”

Eskel is still quiet, and it’s a little unsettling. Jaskier forces himself to be patient. 

Eventually, he sighs, before turning to look at Jaskier. “We could still stop this, you know. Tell everyone it was all a big joke. I know I said it might be easier since we know each other, but I might have been wrong on that front.”

Jaskier’s heart is pounding, heart beating too hard at the direction this conversation might be turning. He doesn’t think Eskel is on to him, doesn’t think he’s noticed, but he will be if Jaskier asks what he wants to. Do you want to stop? Because I’ve never wanted anything less.

He swallows the question burning in his throat but is determined to do something about the furrow between Eskel’s brows, at the very least. No use in having the other man worried because of him.

“You did exactly what was asked of you, dear heart, no apology needed.”

Jaskier pauses, tap-dancing on the fine line between comforting honesty and revealing too much. “You know, when we decided to do this, I knew it would be a little messy,” he gave a rueful smile at that, hoping the little bit of truth in his words was enough for now. “But I can’t say there’s anyone I’d be happier doing this with than you.”

Eskel finally looks his way, a twitch at the corner of his mouth akin to a smile. 

“Yeah?” And that confident light Jaskier loves so much is back in Eskel’s eyes as he says, “Not just because I’m a phenomenal kisser?”

The moment is broken, just like that. Jaskier shoves him playfully, laughing despite the resounding crack he feels in his heart. However this ends, they’ll be okay, even if he has to make peace with just being Eskel’s friend forever. Even if he knows now what Eskel looks like right after he’s been kissed, bright-eyed and breathless and beautiful. Even if his stupid heart guts him from the inside out by the time this is over.

Eskel turns the keys in the ignition and finally starts the drive to Jaskier’s flat. The streetlights outside flicker through the windows, turning Eskel’s olive skin a lovely golden brown. They’re quiet, except for the soft music playing on the radio, each digesting the developments of the last few days.

Jaskier can’t help himself, eyes drawn to Eskel’s face again. The other man looks mostly relaxed, still frowning slightly at whatever thoughts are going through his mind. Jaskier feels the ache acutely, then, wishing more than anything that he had the courage to fess up.

Instead, he reaches over and gently takes the hand resting on Eskel’s thigh in his own, smoothing a thumb over his knuckles. He hopes it’s a comfort, however small. He misses the eyes that flick over to him as he does so, the overwhelming fondness that takes over the other man’s expression as if he can’t help it any longer.

They sit like that, clasped hands resting on Jaskier’s knee and earnestly stealing glances at each other, for the rest of the drive. 

Eventually, they pull up in front of Jaskier’s building, and Eskel parks the car. Jaskier is gathering his things and doesn’t notice when Eskel gets out of the car, hurrying over to open the door for him.

Another wave of blistering warmth rushes through him, the longing so intense he can barely stand it, but he simply beams up at his friend, getting out of the car with a quiet thank you.

“Well… this is me.”

Jaskier can’t resist glancing down at his shoes, feeling bashful, all of a sudden. He’s not sure why the feeling comes to him only now when the other man had declared his undying love in front of their friends and family earlier, but it’s there all the same.

His breath is stolen from him when Eskel steps forward and wraps his strong arms tightly around his frame, squeezing him in a hug so tight he lifts him off the ground. Jaskier is flustered, blushing at the fact that Eskel lifted him like he weighed absolutely nothing, but hugs him back just as tightly.

Eskel finally sets him back on the ground, arms still lightly wrapped around his sides. That inscrutable look is back in his eyes as he stares down at him, a soft smile on his face. Jaskier feels his insides go all squirmy.

“Goodnight, Jaskier.”

“I’ll text you, okay?” He smiles in response. Before he can stop himself, he leans up to press a soft kiss to Eskel’s scarred cheek. He gives him another quick hug before scurrying inside.

He stops to catch his breath only when he’s safely inside his apartment, leaning heavily against his locked door. Mattie comes up to him and rubs affectionately against his leg, but he can’t pay her any mind. Groaning, he slides to the floor, head in his hands.

He was so fucking fucked.

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