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greenaway-torres · 10 months

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Hi, can you write a smut story that starts with love at first sight between the female reader and my favorite Disney villain Captain Hook from my favorite Disney movie, Peter Pan, please? I have a serious fangirl crush on him.

Sorry this took a while. It’s been a minute since I watched the movie but hopefully you like it!!! I decided to make an nsfw ending which I’ll attach later. You know, just in case😉

Summary: Look at the request (it is a bit long though so sorry about that)

Warning: fluffy mcfluff, implied sex, mentions if drinking/alcohol, Hook being not so menacing

Playing Hooky

Your bar was busier than usual, and that’s saying something. With it being so close to the docks, it was bound to be full with sea folk, merchants, and other meandering tourists who happen to come to your small town. Especially pirates.

You weren’t too afraid of them really. Most seemed to be rather kind and cheerful, especially with a couple pints of rum in them. Some others, though, made your skin crawl. But nothing terrified you more than Captain James Hook.

Working at the bar, you would hear a few about him and how he lost his hand. But you also heard about his cruelty and things he’s done with his hook.

No. You couldn’t think about that now. Especially since another ship just docked. You walked over to one of the tables where a pair of pirates sat down and greeted them with a smile.

As you sat down a couple of them at a table, another walked over to you.

“Another pint, sweetheart,” he slurred. You smelled the alcohol on his breath from where you were standing. You were used to it, but this smell was almost too much.

“One sec. Just go back and sit.”

“On second thought, I’d rather have a glass of the barmaiden.”

You tried not to gag. He was getting closer to you and he smelled like he hadn’t showered in months. “I’ll get your drink in a second.” You wanted out.

But he didn’t listen. “Ain’t you hear me? I said I want-”

“She’s already spoken for.”

You turned to the source of the voice. A man in a velvety red coat and hat was standing behind you. You had to nearly strain to look up at him.

“Sorry, cap. Didn’t know she was one of yours.” The drunkard stumbled off, making his way back to a lonely corner.

“Forgive him, madam,” your knight apologized. “I hope he did not rattle you too bad.”

“Not at all.” You turned around and finally had a chance to look at him. Long, dark curls sat under his hat and framed his face. Rings adorned his hands. No. Hand. The other was by his side, slightly hidden away. But the light caught it for just a brief moment. It flashed, revealing a metal replacement where the fleshy hand would be. A hook.

“Is something the matter,” he asked. You had been quiet for a little while and he was slightly worried.

“Would you like a drink?” You nearly blurted out. The man in front of you smiled softly, trying to hide his laugh. “I mean, may I give you something to drink? You know, since you helped me out?”

“I’ll gladly take one. Rum, if you have it.” He followed you to the bar, taking a seat while you went behind the counter. You took your time pouring the drink, trying to steady yourself. You were in front of THE Captain Hook. In the flesh. You imagined a fearsome man. Someone tall and rugged and horrifying. Instead you were met with a mustache and blue eyes. Those gentle, soft blue eyes. Get yourself together.

“How do you find yourself here?” You asked. You weren’t even sure why to be honest. “Do you go around bar to bar saving people?”

That made him smile again. “No, my men and I just docked. But I did see that you were uncomfortable and I decided to step in.”

He peaked at you over the rim of his cup, slowly watching for your response. Gosh, he looks good.

“But you said ‘she’s spoken for’”.

“I did.”

“Why’d you say that?”

“That tends to get some people away faster. That and a good threat or two.” He took another few swigs of the drink, emptying the cup. You went ahead and started to refill it. “So are you?”

“Am I what?”

“Spoken for.”

You put the bottle down and looked up at him. He had a sort of wonder to his eyes. Like he was hoping for something. It was drawing you in.

“No. I’m not.”

He smirked. “If that’s the case, may I escort you out of here?”

You eyes shot up at him. You felt a warmth cover your cheeks. Part of you didn’t want to go with him. This was Captain Hook. One of the most fearsome captains in this area. But then again…

“Please do.”

His smile grew. He quickly downed the rest of his drink, leaving cash on the bar and took a couple bottles of rum with him. You told your coworkers that you were leaving early and promised to be back in time for clean up.

The two of you talked for a while. He asked how you found yourself as a barmaiden and in the town you were in. You told him about your father’s old business as a merchant and how it landed you where you were at. He told you about his life at sea and Peter Pan. Also about how he lost his hand.

You felt at ease with him. The world slowed down and gave you both the time to get to know each other. Or maybe that was the alcohol you two drank (mostly him of course). He walked you to the Jolly Roger, giving you a quick tour. You loved watching him talk about his ship and crew. His eyes would light up and his hand would move animatedly as he spoke.

You two stopped at a railing, leaning over and watching the water splash against the sides of the ship. The smell of sea water filled your nose and you welcomed it. “You are very different from what I thought.”

“Oh,” he smiled, “How’s that?”

“From the stories I heard, I thought you would be more frightening. Something for me to be scared of.”

He walked behind you, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer to him. “Well, do I scare you?”

You could never get over being close to him like this. His warmth covered you and made you feel safe. How could you ever be scared of him? “No. And I don’t think you truly could. You’ve shown yourself to be kind and gentle to me. No matter how hard I try, I can’t imagine you to be the big scary captain people talk about. Instead your a man that is holding me close and that I fee comfortable around.”

It was silent for a while. You still felt his chest rise and fall as he breathed. His head settled on top of yours. He was thinking about what you said. At least, you hoped he was.

A breeze came in from the water sending a chill down your spine. You shivering shook him out of his thoughts, again making him focus on you. “Are you alright?”

You nodded but another chill gave you goosebumps. Hook took off his coat a wrapped you in it. It nearly covered you like a blanket, the size making it nearly swallowing you up. When you looked back at him, his eyes were on you. You were falling into the color of them so easily. This time, you let yourself fall in. This wasn’t the fearsome Captain Hook. This was a man with the most beautiful eyes and charming smile you’ve ever seen. You felt yourself lean in closer to him. His hand was under your chin. You were only a breath away from his lips.

“May I kiss you?” He whispered his question. You felt each word touch your lips. You needed him badly. All you could do was nod.

His lips met yours. The kiss was heated and gentle at the same time. It was perfect. His hands grounded you as the gripped your hips and pulled you closer. You wrapped your arms around his neck. You wanted more.

“Please,” you whispered between kisses, nearly breathless.

“Please what, starling,” he started making his way to your neck. He had no idea the effect he had on you. “I need you to say it.”

Your body felt like it was on fire. “I need more. I need you, please.”

“Absolutely, my captain.” He picked you up and wrapped your legs around his waist. He walked you to his captain’s quarters and laid you on his feather bed. “Let me treat you like the princess you are.”

(NSFW here)

You woke up to your world slightly rocking. The sun was bright and filled the room entirely. You tried to get up but an arm held you tightly by your waist. Memories of last night filled your mind as a blush crept up your cheeks. You slept with the Captain Hook. You’re in his bed!

You were slightly panicking but you also felt safe. He made you feel safe. You felt his mustache tickle the back of your neck and shoulder. “Good morning, starling.”

You kissed his hand. “Morning.” He sat up and leaned over to look at you. His eyes skimmed over your body with a hungry look. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Just thinking about how good you taste. And how much I would want to taste you again.” Your breathing hitched. You had to look away from him. How can he say things like that and expect you to still look him in the eye?

He laughed softly, bringing your face back to him. He kissed you, leaving a memory on your lips. “Stay with me.”

You were shocked. You only just met this man. The town was your life. Your world. It was all you knew. Of course you’ve dreamt of leaving but is this the right time?

He saw the look on your face. How your eyebrows knitted together in deep thought. “You don’t have to decide today. Take your time and tell me when-“

“Yes.”

Your answer came out faster than you intended. You weren’t even sure if he heard you. But the look in his face said that he did.

“Are you sure?”

“I want to stay with you, Hook.”

He smiled brightly, kissing your hand and cheek. “If you’re staying with me, please call me James.”

Hope you enjoyed!! I’ll post the nsfw part later but I wanted to make sure I sent this out first lol

#x reader #captain hook #captain hook x reader #captain james hook #captain James hook x reader #disney peter pan #disney captain hook

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creachurecomforts · 3 months

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barwench / barmaiden / waitress (weightress)

serving up some cold ones (BbW Root Beer™ it's my favourite)

#anthro #art #creachurecomforts #fat fur #fatfur #fatfurry #oc #deerskull #fat art #fat anthro #fat girls #wendigo

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okay-j-hannah · 1 year

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A Forgetful Drunk

The Lord of the Rings : Drabble

Samwise Gamgee x Reader

Word Count: 954

Warnings: just a drunken samwise amping up his forgetfulness 😊

Request: “Hi just curious how do you think a drunk samwise will act around his s/o?” Anon

A/N: After a few too many, Sam attempts to hit on you, forgetting that you are already a couple

The barmaiden approached with a tray laden with half-pints, frothy and bubbling over the sides. She waved off the whistles and laughter of patrons already giddy with ale.

“Miss,” came a waving hand, “Another, please.”

She turned to see Samwise Gamgee looking at her with sleepy eyes.

“Master Gamgee,” she smiled. The longer she looked at him the more she noticed the signs of his drunkenness; the rose of his cheeks and the sway of his lighthearted body. “You sure about another?”

He motioned for a tankard like a hopeful child, “I must gather my courage.”

“Must you?” She couldn’t help but laugh, giving in and passing over a mug filled to the brim. “Whatever for?”

Sam gulped, swallowing more froth than ale, “There’s a pretty girl I wish to acquaint myself with.”

The barmaiden scrunched her brow, “What girl?” She eyed the chair beside him that was normally occupied with his dearest.

“Over there,” he mumbled, wiping at his lip, “See her smiling?”

The maiden turned her eyes across the pub, spotting (Y/N) as she laughed at something a cousin said. The young hobbit dazzled with her smile, entertained with her full body laughter, clutching her stomach as she did.

“Miss (Y/N),” the barmaiden stated, raising a brow. Everyone in town knew that Miss (Y/N) and Master Sam were an established pair - they had been courting since the fall harvest. “You haven’t introduced yourself yet?”

Sam shook his head haphazardly, putting a few fingers to his temple to stop the motion. “And I’m terribly nervous about it.”

The maiden held back a giggle. How much had he had to drink? “I’m sure she’d love to talk to you.”

Rubbing hard at his eyes, a pout on his lips, Sam asked, “How do you know?” He suddenly slammed his hands down, gaze widening in shock, “Has she been talking about me?”

“Oh yes,” she replied, readjusting the tray in her hands, “I reckon she might fancy you.”

Sam’s mouth fell open, “Fancy… me? By my word…”

“Go talk to her,” she said, moving onto the next table, “You don’t have any reason to be nervous.”

But Samwise was nervous. This was the girl of his dreams. The girl he’d been fawning over for years.

He took a shaky breath, downing as much of the new ale as he could stand. He kept his sleepy eyes on the girl responsible for the butterflies wriggling in his stomach. “Right then,” he grumbled, standing rather unsteadily.

He stumbled, grabbing onto chairs for support as he made his way over. The closer he got the warmer his stomach became. All the ale had addled his brain and boiled in his belly. His steps were sluggish and as heavy as cement bricks.

(Y/N) finished catching up with some relatives, turning to find her Samwise. She was delighted to see him already on his way.

And very clearly inebriated.

“Hello there,” she said with an endearing smile. She lightly placed a hand on his shoulder, steadying him.

Sam blinked hard a few times, eyes following the length of her arm, “Hello (Y/N).”

“Sweetie,” she said warmly, putting a hand against his head, “How much have you drunk tonight?”

He swallowed hard, “My name’s Sam.”

“I know,” she smiled, “Did you hear my question?”

“You know who I am?” his smile was lopsided, his shoulders sagging, “I don’t believe it.”

She bit her lip - it looked like drunken Sam was becoming forgetful Sam. It had happened on a number of occasions and always made (Y/N) feel like she did when he first tried to court her.

“Believe it, dearest,” she fixed the collar of his shirt, his eyes boring into her.

He was getting redder by the second, “Pardon me, miss, but I have to tell you… you are the most beautiful hobbit I have ever seen.”

“You tell me that every day, Sam,” she giggled, pulling on the rumbled fabric of his coat.

He looked confused again, “I don’t recall.”

“That’s because you’re drunk,” she whispered, tugging on his hand, “Let’s get you home.”

There was shock behind the grogginess of his eyes, “You speak as if we’ve done this before.”

“Sam,” she grinned, waving off the pub patrons as they neared the door, “You seem to have forgotten that we’ve been together for months now.”

The drunken, red-cheeked man was positively beaming, “We have?” He raised their intertwined hands, “How could I have forgotten one of my dreams coming true.”

(Y/N) smiled shyly, “You’ll remember once you’ve slept it off.”

He was nearly giddy as he pulled her to a stop, “So this means I can do this…” He put the back of her hand to his lips and watched her reaction.

She laughed, “Yes, you absolutely can do that.”

“And what about this?” He slowly put his free hand to her cheek, his fingers finding their way into her hair.

A deeper sound came from her, “Whenever you want.”

“And this?” he asked quietly, leaning in at a painfully slow pace, his gaze still cautious and wondering. “Can I?”

Her skin prickled at the look he was giving her - as if it was going to be their first kiss and he couldn’t contain the nerves eating at him.

She gave in quickly, pressing her lips into his, fast and fierce. He was stuttering and smiling happily when she pulled away.

“You make me blush,” she said, tugging on him to keep walking, “You know sometimes I think you pretend to be more forgetful than you are when drunk. You just want to play.”

Sam hummed his reply, still unsteady but holding onto her, “Perhaps.”

She playfully hit his arm, “Samwise Gamgee!”

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nagirambles · 7 months

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Hi I was wondering do you have any HCs or theories on Mira , Laxus or Erza as guild masters ? All 3 of them have potential Mira cause she likes how rowdy the guild is , plus she worked with the master as well , Laxus he had character development as well as wishes to be the master while Erza did come the master for a short time we never seen what type of master she would have been. Hope this ask ok,hope your doing ok and ignore the haters ,their just losers. sending love your way🎂

This sounds like a fun idea! I talked about Laxus being Guild Master before so here, I'll focus on the other two this time then.

I really do think any of the prominent characters in the guild becoming guild master would be a good finality to the character arc for them, and I really love that about Fairy Tail. Other than these three I can think most notably of Cana having an amazing reign as Master. But we're not here to talk about that.

Starting with Erza! She pretty much did become Master but Mashima was a coward I'm joking so. I honestly think she could become the honourable female leader that Knightwalker couldn't be post-Edolas. Revered, respected, and beloved in Magnolia--- noble, humble, and graceful. Honestly, I think she'd most fit the image of a 'guild master' that we expect to see in fantasy stories. The badass woman in the back of the guild, whose sword can destroy continents, who everyone fears and relies on. She lets everyone run wild in her guild, she joins in and encourages brawls, sometimes she even starts them! She beats you up with a smile on your face. But when danger comes, she's the front of the line, roaring to declare the charge. I suppose when the generation comes around, she'll be known as 'greatest female swordsman in the nation, the guild master of Fairy Tail', and she would be such a prominent draw. She's the kind of character you see in fantasy stories set up at the end goal or something, and she undeniably lives up to the name. Fairy Tail will definitely start growing more into its name with her as the Master, and I really do feel it's such a fun way for the guild to advance and live on with Mavis' whimsical spirit.

Erza becoming guild master means a lot to her as a character. She comes to the guild to chase after the remnant of Grandpa Rob, and it's so fitting for the message of 'putting yourself at risk to protect what's important to you/family' that FT represents. She has this dilemma the most in the guild, it's a struggle she constantly reminds herself to overcome from TOH to Tenrou (you don't die for your friends, you live for them). She stops Jupiter, she stops Natsu vs Gray with her bare hands. She sacrifices all her feelings to hand Jellal over to the council in Nirvana, and later helps Wendy out of the same broken heart. Remember when Rob died to protect her, and Makarov (almost) died to protect Fairy Tail at Alvarez-- it seems fitting that this selfless desire to see the next generation persist all lives on in her. She continues a parallel, and the position just seems right. She has genuine character growth that doesn't discredit her selfless nature as dumb and unnecessary-- she slowly grows to learn what's worth sacrificing for, what's worth living for, and when to make tough decisions, and all of that are great building blocks to becoming someone that can lead the next generation of selfless idiots.

Onto Mirajane! I envision Mira being so unsuspecting honestly. Imagine the boss of a big company coming by in a janitor's outfit, cleaning the floors. She leads VIPs to the empty master's office and serves them tea and stares at them from the doorway. She waits until a full ten minutes has passed before cracking up and telling you she's the Master, actually, how do you not recognize the person you have a meeting with? That's Mirajane. That's Mirajane, poster girl and barmaiden of Fairy Tail, who serves everyone beers and cocktails day in and out. She has so much patience she lets the guild absolutely wreak itself to pieces, she'll rebuild it, it's fine~ she wouldn't even react if you accidentally destroy a whole upper floor. Total ara ara character, unbeatable big sister energy. Everyone worships her and hails her like a goddess. Because of this, I also see people underestimating her/thinking her position is something earned from being pretty, especially when her she-devil stories fade to history.

While I think Erza would continue taking plenty of missions everywhere, Mirajane would stay where she is in the guild, like Makarov, staying there and being the one consistent face that always welcomes you home no matter what you do, how long you've been gone, and what hour you've returned. She would wish you a safe journey as you go, and you can always be back with a warm meal and a dear song and party. (Just like how they all welcomed Lisanna home.) She becomes the living symbol of home and love and family to everyone in FT, and I think that's very fitting for the character that's always symbolized motherhood and big-sisterhood to me in Fairy Tail. She has the most love and warmth in the guild that she extends to anyone (Yukino, for example) and she's definitely the kind to pick up stray children and bring them into the guild. Of course, when mom's angry, everyone better pray for their lives!

That's all! Thanks for the ask!

#it's an ask #i'm reaching #fairy tail #erza scarlet #mirajane strauss #it's a headcanon

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tricomator · 2 years

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First pegasus oc i make, she’s a barmaiden.

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quicksilverdrabbles · 1 year

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Inigo: *staring at a barmaiden*

Barmaiden: *glances at him, giggles*

Veda: Y'know she only likes you because she thinks we're the chosen ones, right?

Inigo: But we are the chosen ones.

Veda: *smack*

Inigo: Sorry.

#skyrim #tes #the elder scrolls #dragonborn #ldb oc #modded skyrim #inigo the brave #inigo mod #inigo #inigo skyrim #Veda oc

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bigsoftbison · 1 year

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now i’m thinkin about barmaidens and milkmaidens

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wife-of-the-crane · 1 year

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what should i name my first book?

it is gonna be abt cass and ysolda and their history basically-

the series is going to be named inferno tho, that’ll be explained later

i need some ideas

@luckynature @larsgoingtomars @dimesheep @heather-dyke @deerofthehunt

also some background info

ysolda:

introduced at age 14 in my first chapter brainstorm

lives on a farm with her parents (mom and dad) and sister

outcast compared to her sister

cass:

introduced at age 10 in the prologue, 14 and a half in the first chapter brainstorm

used to live on a farm in redguard with elves, moved to skyrim after a elven barmaiden sent her

youngest of her siblings, but still fit right in with her family

#🤍 writes #🤍 talks #🤍 moots

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soulsow · 2 years

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12. miss the boat

summary: tseh’to finds himself in a less than favorable situation.

rating: t

characters: tseh’to relanah (oc)

word count: 332

notes: trying a different character for this one cuz it was the first idea that popped into my head! also went more ‘literal’ with the definition since the idiomatic meaning wasn’t really sticking to any idea i had

tseh'to slumped into a chair at the drowning wench, a long sigh escaping him. he looked like hell—unkempt, grease smudges on his face, a stinging red mark on his cheek. when the barmaiden sidled up to the table, she looked concerned.

"aye, tseh'to, y'alright?" she asked, peering down at him.

"i'll survive," he mumbled, resting his elbow on the table then his chin in his hand. "but i missed my boat."

"missed yer boat?" she repeated, confused. "the one ye're to work on?"

"the very one." another sigh escaped him. perhaps he was being a bit dramatic, but it wasn't ideal to just miss the boat he was signed up to work on. missing the boat meant he wouldn't get paid for the job, even if he did put in a lot of work beforehand. "so i'll need a pint of your cheapest swill, since i won't have the coin to get much better."

"do i even want to know why you missed it?" she asked, hand on hip.

"well, there was this girl—"

the barmaiden scoffed. "again?! tseh'to, when are ye going to learn to keep it in your pants?"

"i took nothing out of my pants!" he rebuked (maybe a bit too loudly, as the next table over definitely heard that and definitely started listening in on the conversation). "i didn't get a chance to. right before anything interesting could happen her sister came across us, and...well, i'd, er, /met/ with her sister last week. neither of them were incredibly happy with that."

"i'm going t' need a drink if i hear the rest of that story," the barmaiden sighed. "looks like ye got a few right smacks upside the head for that one, which ye probably deserved. at any rate, i'll get ye that drink now and let ye wallow in yer sorrows."

she walked back towards the bar, leaving tseh'to to his thoughts (and the sound of snickering from the apparently nosy table next to his own).

#ffxivwrite2022 #ffxivwrite #skywriting

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venusianphase · 2 years

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get yourself a girl with that barmaiden grip

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gaiaspoken · 17 days

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As normal as she tried to act, Aerith was finding it hard to keep up her usual cheerful demeanor. She smiles, of course, but they aren't her usual smiles. But even still, she tries her best. After all, she wouldn't want to spoil an outing like this with Tifa, not when they were going to have such a good time tonight.

"Tifa, over here!" Aerith waves her down, gesturing to the chair next to her. Once the barmaiden takes a seat, Aerith's quick to grab hold of the card deck on the table. "Huh, never heard of this one before! Can't be too hard to learn though, right? Says it's called Uno!"

@chitraps

#chitraps #isola garden party #aerith ignoring the elephant in the room whats new

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sepheroth · 1 year

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“say what you want, just don’t breathe on me.”

HOCUS POCUS SENTENCE STARTERS.

Nearly hunched over the opposing side of where the barmaiden would be standing at bar's counter top, Sephiroth eyes flickered and then shot open but they weren't in a particularly an overly exaggerated fashion or manner. Just enough so that he could study her long enough for him ignore the ringing in his head. Raising a hand in which one of his upper limbs were either stiffened because his chin rests some what comfortably between the other arm and the flat wooden surface and he limped though, he managed it. Peering upward he eyed the empty shot glass carefully because some part of him was very convinced that his headache would worsen, or that his mild wave of an inner sick feeling would be induced if he moved too quickly before he was ready to process everything. So it started to come back to him piece by embarrassing piecing that he had been drinking. Sephiroth's glad he wasn't at all nauseated. And what's even more surprising was that Tifa hadn't lead him to the doorstep leading to outside. Or maybe it was the fondness that both of them had. That was no one else's business but their own. Shaking his head inwardly to himself the man moved that same hand in which possessed the empty shot glass once he put it down to breathe in the palm of his hand to check how better was his breath on a scale from one to ten. As he slightly gave a graceful momentary thought, he'd given it about a five and a half. The rest of his brain's thankful the smell wasn't something else even more embarrassing like, well, garlic. It had taken him another good moment or two before he could look at her after his vision started to double, then trip. He knew that was the alcohol and nothing health related. "....It's really," he paused long enough to conduct a self-convincing lie. "...It's not all the had..." he'd huff a little. Another few instances he felt himself shrink knowing that'd be a small lie.

#lovelysweetxhart #sorry this took so long #writer's block is the culprit #Bow your head if you wish to keep it: IC asks

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