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DIABOLIK LOVERS CHAOS LINEAGE Animate Tokuten Drama CD “Diabolik ★ Negligent Lifestyle ~ The Eldest Son’s Depression ~”

Original title:「ディアヴォリック★自堕落生活～長男の憂鬱～」

Source: Diabolik Lovers Chaos lineage Animate Tokuten Drama CD

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Toriumi Kousuke, Takahiro Sakurai & Tomoaki Maeno

Translator’s note: ‘The eldest son’s depression’ is a very accurate way to describe this CD because it’s basically half an hour of Ruki suffering which leads to his eventual mental breakdown, haha. If there’s anything I learnt from tokuten CDs over the course of the past two years, it’s that if you’re a ‘serious’ person by nature - for example Reiji and Ruki - then there’s a 99.9% chance that you’ll get the short end of the stick. :p These boys suffer so much because the other boys are just pulling random shit.

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Ruki: ( My coffee break after finishing all daily tasks around the house. While enjoying the deep fragrance of the coffee beans, I browse through one of the philosophy books I have been reading these past couple of days. To me, it is moments like these which spark the most joy. Today in particular, my younger brothers left early in the morning, so it is nice and quiet in the house. While feeling just a tinge of loneliness, I decided to enjoy this rare moment of free time to the fullest. )

*Cling*

Ruki: …Haah.

*Cling*

*Flip*

*Caw caw caw*

Ruki: …Hm? There seems to be a lot of commotion going on outside? Somehow I have a bad feeling about this. Let’s hope I’m simply imagining it.

Ruki gets up from his seat and heads outside.

*Clunk*

*Creaaaak*

*Thud*

Ruki: …Hm? What is that large shadow?

He approaches.

Shuu: Zzー … Nn…

Ruki: Shuu…!? Is he asleep…? I can imagine they would try to use this guy as a decoy, giving Reiji and the others a chance to ambush our manor…However, I do not sense any other presence. I suppose I will simply have to confirm directly.

Ruki draws his weapon and carefully approaches.

Ruki: If you have come to kill me, then let us battle it out fair and square, Shuu!

Shuu: Nn…Hm? …Nnh…Zzー...

Ruki: If you continue to sleep, I will end your life!

Ruki threatens with his sword.

*Woosh*

Shuu: Zzー... Zzー...

Ruki: Could it be…Is he really just sleeping? …Hm. In that case, I suppose killing him would be a rash move on my part. After all, I could think of a million things I would like to ask him. About Reiji’s tactics, as well as what his other siblings have planned. I suppose I have no other choice. I’ll carry him to the living room for now.

*TIMESKIP*

*Ding・dong・ding・dong*

Shuu wakes up.

Shuu: Nn…Nnh…Pwaaah…Huh? Where am I…? ーー Hm? Why am I tied up?

Ruki: This is my manor. I tied a rope around you so you would not be able to cause any harm. …Shuu, there is something I would like to ask you. Why were you sleeping by our doorstep? Did Reiji send you here?

Shuu: I got sleepy while out on a walk, that’s all. What are you going on about?

Ruki: Hah! This smells like something Reiji set up. I suppose you won’t spill the beans so easily, huh? However, we have all the time. You shall tell me everything you know.

Shuu: I don’t know anything at all. Could you please listen to me?

Ruki: I don’t believe you. From Reiji’s plans to what we can expect from your other brothers…The information you have will surely prove to be useful to us in our future fights.

Shuu: Gotcha. I mean, I’m not gonna run away so do as you please, I guess? For now…Pwaah…I can’t be bothered telling you all of that, so I’m gonna go for a nap instead.

Ruki: Do you…realize that this is enemy territory?

Shuu: I’m aware. So what? You’re the only one here right now, aren’t you? So I have nothing to worry about. I can make quick work of just one person.

Ruki: …!? Excuse me!? Are you trying to insult me!?

Ruki gets up from his seat.

*Ding・dong*

Shuu: …Someone’s at the door. Shouldn’t you go let them in?

Ruki: Unfortunately for you, we are not expecting any visitors. It could all be part of Reiji’s plan in an attempt to rescue you now that you have been imprisoned.

Shuu: You think so…? I can’t imagine that guy would try to save me.

*Ding・dong・ Ding・dong・ Ding・dong*

Ruki: …!?

Shuu: You’re not gonna answer the door? It’s pretty clear by your expression that you’re dying to know who’s ringing the bell.

Ruki: Tsk…You better not try to remove the rope while I’m gone. You do realize what will happen to you the second you try to escape, correct?

Shuu: Pwaah…God, do you ever shut up? Didn’t I tell you earlier that I have no intentions to run? Zzー... Zzー...

*Ding・dong・ Ding・dong・ Ding・dong*

Ruki: Haah…The one time I get a free day…

Ruki heads towards the entrance hall to open the door.

Ruki: Who is it?

Kino: Hey there, Ruki! Geez, a little late, huh? I thought nobody was home for a second because it took forever for you to answer the door!

Ruki: …!? Kino…! …Tsk! So it was all part of Reiji’s plan after all!

Ruki attacks but Kino manages to dodge just in time.

*Rustle*

*Thud*

Kino: Woah there! …God! That was close! What are you doing all of a sudden!?

Ruki: You are here to save Shuu on behalf of Reiji, are you not!? Just so you know, I will not give up the prisoner that easily.

Kino: Eh? What are you going on about? …So Shuu’s over at your place as well right now?

Ruki: Huh? So you don’t know anything…?

Kino: What am I supposed to know? I’m just here to pick up something I forgot at your place. Let’s just say I accidentally left my smartphone behind when infiltrating the building yesterday.

Ruki: Wha…!? Infiltrate!?

Kino: Oh well, who cares about the small details? Anyway, I’m letting myself in, okay?

Kino walks inside.

Ruki: …!? Wait!

Kino: I’ll leave as soon as I get what I came for, so relax. Let’s see…Where’s my phone…?

He starts walking around.

Kino: Hmー The bathroom? This is not the place I’m looking for.

*Thud*

Kino: Um…Not here either.

*Thud*

Kino: Hmー Here, maybe?

*Thud*

Kino: Wrong again!? Hmm~ I guess this absolute mess of a room must belong to Ayato? Which means…

*Thud*

Kino: Haha~! I guess this would be Shin’s room? Heeh…Shin’s more of a cleanfreak than I expected.

Ruki: Oi! Don’t go around looking inside our private rooms without permission! Do you have a death wish!?

Kino: I mean, you’ve got a target on my back either way, don’t you? In which case I don’t see why I would need to be extra careful about everything I do.

Kino continues looking around.

Kino: …There we go, finally found it. So here’s the living room. With a house as big as this one, it’s so easy to get lost, don’t you think?

Ruki: ーー Oi! That’s where he…!

They both enter the living room.

*Creaak*

Kino: Let’s seeー My smartphone…My smartphone…Wait, huh? Shuu! You’ve actually been taken captive!

Shuu: …Hm? Perfect timing. Could you undo this rope?

Kino: I mean, sure. But you better thank me later, okay?

Kino removes the rope.

Kino: There we go!

Ruki: Kuh…Stop that at once!

Shuu: Oh please, just pipe down already, will you?

Ruki: It being two against one puts me at a disadvantage, but I suppose I have no other choice. I shall take both of you at once!

Ruki draws his weapon again.

Kino: Haah!? I didn’t come here to fight today, you know…I told you that I only came to get my smartphone, right?

*Rustle rustle*

Kino: …Got it! Anyway, I’m kinda tired so I’ll head home now.

Shuu: Me too. The noise here is driving me crazy.

They head towards the door.

Ruki: Wait. I will not let you leave. Either you fight me and die, or you will become prisoners to lure out Reiji…Now choose your fate.

Kino: Haah…!? (mumbles) Hey, what are we gonna do now, Shuu? You’re the older brother of us two, so do something about it!

Shuu: Don’t ask me.

Ruki: I hate to break it to you, but coming up with a plan won’t get you anywhere.

Kino: We’re not! …I’m really not in the mood to fight right now, you see? Reiji nagged me about my bedhead first thing in the morning today, I’m honestly exhausted.

Shuu: I’d rather not bother with something as troublesome as fighting either.

Ruki: In that case, you’ll behave and become my prisoners? No complaints there?

Shuu: Sure? But don’t tie me up again, okay?

Kino: Hmー I can live with that. We’ll let ourselves be captured, but at least give us that freedom, okay?

Ruki: I suppose I have no other choice but to agree with your wishes in that regard.

Kino: Okay, that’s settled! Well then…

Kino plops down on the couch.

*Rustle*

Kino: I’ll be over here playing on my phone.

*Beep beep*

Shuu: I suppose I’ll go for another nap…

Shuu lies down.

*Rustle rustle*

Ruki: I shall get back to reading theー …Wait, hold up! You agreed to becoming prisoners earlier, remember!? So what’s with that leisurely attitude!?

Shuu: Zzー... Zzー...

Ruki: Ahem! You agreed to becoming my prisoners earlier, did you not?

Kino: Hmー Did we? I don’t remember. Anyway, I’m kind of in the middle of something right now, so can we talk later?

Shuu: Zzー... Zzー...

Ruki: Haah…Hah!

*Rustle*

Kino: Uwah…!?

Shuu: …!?

Ruki: Rule number two of this household! All members should participate in household chores such as cleaning and cooking whenever possible! When in Rome, do as the Romans do! Now that you have officially become my prisoners, you two will also have to follow the rules of this family! Well then, we will be starting with the laundry!

Kino: Haah…!? What are you saying?

Shuu: Haah…Too much trouble. Why would I ever…?

*Rustle*

Kino: …Hey! That hurts! Don’t tug me…!

Ruki: There are only so many hours of sunshine per day. We have no time to waste on idle chit-chat.

Kino: Haah!? You’re seriously a pain in the ass! (mumbles) …Oi, Shuu! Why did we agree to this!? Now we’re in deep shit!

Shuu: Don’t ask me. It’s not my fault. I didn’t think this would happen.

*TIMESKIP*

Kino: Um…Now I just have to put some laundry detergent in here…There.

Ruki: Wrong! Everyone knows that you first have to measure out the amount with the bottle’s cap before putting it in! Don’t be so wasteful!

Kino: How am I supposed to know that!? I’ve always left all of the household chores up to Reiji after all. If all you can do is complain, why not do it yourself!?

Ruki: Then what’s the point in keeping you as my prisoners? Furthermore, everything you need to know about the laundry detergent is written down in the house rulebook which I handed you earlier. I told you to properly read through it, did I not?

ーー Shuu, please read to him the part on the laundry detergent found on page 12.

Shuu: Haah…Why me?

*Flip flip*

Shuu: ‘Rule 8.2: When using laundry detergent, one must use the bottle cap to measure the right amount at all times. One may not go over this set amount by even 0.1 milliliter.’

Ruki: Yes, exactly! Have you ever heard of the saying: ‘many a little makes a mickle?’ Our family is always very mindful about saving money, that is exactly whyーー

Kino: Aaah…I’ve had enough! I can’t keep up with this. I’m passing! Shuu can do this one.

Shuu: Once again, why are these tasks being pushed onto me? Weren’t you the one who said we would help out? I won’t do them.

Kino: Eeh~? But I personally believe that only idiots work themselves. Besides, I like making other people do the dirty work for me, so do it!

Shuu: Nope. I don’t want to bother with labor either.

Ruki: Heh. That truly sounds like something a bunch of NEETs would say. You losers.

Shuu: I mean, if that means I can have an easy life, sure. …Anyway, I’m sure you could have figured that making us do household chores wouldn’t end well?

Ruki: A lot of my younger brothers aren’t natural-born housekeepers either, yet we have continued to help each other where we can. As captives, you should at least put in a minimum amount of effort!

Shuu: I don’t think that way. Besides, I don’t like getting scolded. Hence, I’m stepping down. You can do the rest.

Kino: I’m throwing in the towel as well. I thought it’d be a fine way to kill some time, but I’m already tired of it.

The two of them walk away.

Ruki: …Wait! I shall not let you get away!

Shuu: We get that we’re supposed to be imprisoned. So we’re simply returning to the living room, that’s all.

Kino: Exactly! Rest assured! …We don’t know the secrets to our Family, but I guess I wouldn’t mind informing you about Reiji’s weaknesses later on.

Ruki: Reiji’s weak points, you say…!?

Kino: Yup! You’re curious about those, aren’t you? That being said, we’re leaving the rest up to you. Good luck!

They leave the laundry room.

Ruki: Che…This is exactly why lazy people grind my gears! I wasted precious time on them for nothing. Damnit!

*TIMESKIP*

Kino is playing one of his games again.

Kino: Hmー I guess there’s no way to connect to the wi-fi here.

*Ding・dong ・ding・dong*

Kino: Oh? Is it already this late? Hey, Shuu…Do you think Ruki is still doing the laundry?

He gets no response.

Kino: Hey…! Shuu! Shuu…!!

*Rustle rustle*

Shuu: Ugh…Shut up…What do you want?

Kino: Once again, I asked when Ruki will come back.

Shuu: How am I supposed to know? If you’re that curious, why not go take a look yourself?

Kino: No way! Then he’ll force me to work again, won’t he? ーー Actually, pwaah…I’m bored. Play with me.

Shuu: I refuse. I don’t see why I would need to entertain you.

Kino: You’re really not the most sociable guy around, huh?

Kino gets up from the couch.

Kino: Oh well, whatever. Is there anything around which I can play with…?

*Thud*

Kino: …Oh! Could this be Ruki’s favorite book?

*Flip flip*

Kino: Uwah…! It’s all words and no pictures, how boring. I guess he became such a hardhead from reading this stuff all the time?

Ruki enters the room.

Ruki: My bad for being a ‘hard-headed Vampire’.

Kino: Oh geez, I was just joking…~ …Anyway, you took forever. When will dinner be served?

Ruki: Hah?

Kino: Like I said, I want to know when we’ll get some food. Don’t tell me you guys are so poor, you can’t even afford daily meals?

Ruki: Of course not. …However, those who do not work, do not get to eat. There is no food for you two.

Shuu: Hmm~? You’re just as stingy as one would expect.

Ruki: …! S-Stingy? …Damnit…Fine. In that case, I’ll heat up some of the leftover soup we had for dinner last night. That’ll do, right?

Shuu: A rare steak.

Ruki: Steak…!?

Shuu: Grade A5 wagyu beef. I won’t eat anything else.

Ruki: Do not be ridiculous! Beef!? And a top quality cut on top of that!? Do you truly believe that you are worthy of such a dish!?

Shuu: Yeah?

Kino: Ahaha! Shuu, you say the funniest things at times.

Ruki: Che…I cannot believe you would go as far as to demand such food after refusing to work. I understand why Reiji calls you a ‘good-for-nothing’ now.

Kino: Hey, Ruki. I’d like a steak too. …Oh, also guava juice made from 100% real fruit, please~ …Ah! Don’t mix it with other ingredients like bananas, okay? Alsoーー

Ruki: Hah! Ridiculous. I fail to see why I should listen to any of your selfish demands.

Kino: Oh~? I thought you wanted to know Reiji’s weakness?

Ruki: …! …Ugh…Che…Kuh! I’m making an exception just this once, okay? Furthermore, do not try anything funny. Do you understand?

Kino: Yeah, yeah, all clear. Well then, Ruki, off you go~!

*TIMESKIP*

*Thud*

Ruki: Haah…It took me quite some time to find a guava. …I suppose it is about time I rearrange our food storage.

*Rustle*

Ruki: I suppose the steak I took out of the freezer earlier should have thawed by now. I better hurry back and prepare it for them. Haah…How did this happen? They have been less useful to me as prisoners than I anticipated. I need to hurry up and find out about Reiji’s weakness…then kill them, I suppose?

*BOOM*

Ruki: …!? What was that sound just now!? I believe it came from the first floor but…Could it be…!?

Ruki rushes to the first floor.

*THUD*

Ruki: Ugh…! Oi, you two! What are you doing!?

Shuu: Can’t you tell?

Kino: We found the steak, so we figured we’d get to cooking. Ahー About the explosion from earlier…Well…Yeah…You know, we went around pressing some random buttons and then something went boom?

Ruki: Explosion!?

Kino: So yeah…There might be this slight ー No, relatively big hole in the wall now.

Shuu: Just so you know, this isn’t our fault. You shouldn’t have taken forever to gather all the ingredients.

Ruki: …

Kino: Ah, Shuu! The meat! It’ll overcook!

Shuu: Hm? Ah…You’re right.

Shuu takes the meat off the fire.

Ruki: You have to be kidding me…This crosses the line…I’ve had enough! You blow a hole in my kitchen wall and go around acting like you’re king of the world! Also what’s with the AC running on full power!? …Huh? It’s set to 18 degrees…!? The AC should be on 28 grades at all times!

Ruki adjusts the AC.

Kino: Ah! What are you doing!?

Ruki: Furthermore, don’t use the teppanyaki plate here! It’ll cause a power outage!

*Rustle*

Shuu: …!? Oi…! Don’t touch my meat!

Ruki: Che…! Move! You’re in my way!

Shuu: And you are in mine. If you turn off the power right now, it’ll ruin the meat.

Kino: Haah…I’ve worked up a sweat from you yelling at us. Better turn on the AC and the fan.

Kino starts messing with the AC again.

Ruki: …!? Did I not tell you to wait! Don’t just do as you please…!

*BZZZT BZZZT*

Ruki: …!?

*CRASH*

*BOOM*

Ruki: …M-My…My manor…What did I do…to deserve this…?

Shuu: Aah. It really improved the ventilation of this place.

Kino: Ah…B-But…It’s not my fault, okay?

*Rustle*

Shuu: Guess we should head home now.

Kino: Y-Yeah! Good idea! I’m kind of sick of being a prisoner.

*Rustle*

Kino: …Uwah!?

Ruki: Where…do you think you’re going…?

Kino: W-What do you mean? Home?

Ruki: And who gave you permission to do so? Not only are you my prisoners…There is something you have to take responsibility for, no?

Kino: Eh? Did I do something bad?

Shuu: You’re the one who made us do the things we did, remember? In other words, we’re not to blame.

Ruki: …! …However…All of this happened because you two came here, did it not? Don’t get ahead of yourself because I’ve gone easy on you so far! Hah!

*Rustle*

Kino: Wah!

*Rustle rustle*

Ruki: You can start by fixing all damage dealt to the living room and kitchen. And once you’re done with that, you will clean the bathtub and the toilet as well as clean the windows!

Kino: One second! You can’t expect a homebody such as myself to do physical labor like that! Have you lost your mind!?

Shuu: Cut it out…I’m not doing any of that. …Ah, right. You want to know Reiji’s weak spot, don’t you? I’ll tell you that right now soーー

Ruki: You can tell me in full detail after you’ve repaired my manor. As long as you stay here, my word is law. Haah…Come on…Let’s go…Ugh…

Shuu: Haah…This sucks…I guess there’s really no place like home, huh?

Kino: Noo~! I don’t want to work…~~! Let me go! Oh come on! Ah, god…! I hate you Rukiiiiiiーー!!

ーー THE END ーー

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marvel-and-mischief · 1 year

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❄️ December Writing Challenge ❄️

Day 19. Reading

Pairing: Steven Grant x GN!Reader Words: 990 Warnings: none!

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[A continuation from Day 11. Knit/Crochet/Crafts]

It’s been a month since you and Steven met in the education room of the British museum. Since then you’ve been on numerous dates from picnics in the park, to perusing the smaller museums on the outskirts of the city. You’re both having fun, hoping it will lead to something solid in the future but for now simply enjoying each others company.

As for your kids, they've been pressuring you to take them back to the museum every day since. They won’t stop talking about their first visit, particularly the part about meeting Steven and hearing all the interesting facts he told them. So you set up another school trip, this time to take part in a reading session.

When you arrive, kids in tow, Steven greets you at the door of the education room wearing a nervous smile, saying your name a little too loud for the quiet of a Monday morning.

“Kids, good to see you again,” he peeks around your shoulder to give them an enthusiastic wave that is returned in equal enthusiasm by every kid. “I have set up the room for maximum comfort, so get settled down ready for a truly gruesome story.”

You both step aside to let the children into the room. That’s when you see what Steven means; the ceiling lights are off and he has set up two star projectors in opposite corners of the room to light up the walls; the tables and chairs are nowhere to be seen, instead the floor is covered in blankets and pillows for the kids to sit on with two large cushions at the front for you and Steven. You look on in awe as Steven fidgets beside you.

“Is it too much? I just wanted to make it special for them, y’know?”

“Steven, they love it,” you nod towards the kids excitedly chattering away, pointing to the stars and sharing blankets with their friends. Steven feels a puff of pride in his chest when he sees your reaction.

It takes a while to settle the kids down, but once they’re comfortable you hold up the book you’re going to read.

“Today we’ll be reading about some of the Gods that Ancient Egyptians worshipped.”

You feel Steven cringe beside you, giving him an inconspicuous questioning glare. He half smiles, you’re unconvinced but decide to let it go.

You hold the book up with one hand, making sure the children can see as you turn to the first page showing a cartoon drawing of the pyramids in the desert.

“Before we start, who can tell me what the gods looked like?”

Various children put their hands up. You point at a girl at the back of the room to answer.

“Animals. Like my dog and cat at home,” she says confidently.

“That’s right. They usually looked like animals that Egyptians were familiar with.”

You see Steven’s fingers twitch where he’s holding tightly to the cushion he’s sat on. You know he wants to add to the story, probably to remark on how it isn’t entirely accurate that they were animals. You’d had a talk with him the night before, reminding him that your kids are only six and they can’t process the details of the Ennead however much he may think they’d be interested. But he knows you’re right, so he keeps quiet throughout the rest of story time, until the kids attention spans are beginning to wane and you close the book.

“Did everyone enjoy the story?” They nod, muttering between themselves about which god is now their favourite.

“Who would like to hear about Steven’s favourite god?”

Everyones ears prick up, suddenly alert, eyes widening in Steven’s direction as they wait to learn what he will say. Steven turns to you like a deer in headlights, needing confirmation that it’s okay to speak.

“Go on,” you quietly and confidently urge, “tell them a story.”

It takes a moment for Steven to process the information, but he soon huffs in relief when he realises you’re not joking.

“Well, actually,” he says, a spark of joy in his eyes as he turns to the children in front of him, “it’s a goddess. And her name is Taweret.”

The children are glued to Steven’s animated description of Taweret, how she protects children like themselves and her magical powers that help people pass into the underworld. You watch as Steven growls in an impression of a hippo, making everybody laugh. He is a natural storyteller, and every single child is enamoured by him.

By the time he’s finished info dumping it’s lunchtime but nobody wants to leave the room.

“How about we eat our lunch in here and Steven can tell us more about the ancient gods?”

The children reply in a chorus of ‘yes’s.

“Oh, are you sure? I don’t want to bore them,” Steven chuckles self-consciously, which you’re quick to dismiss.

“You’re so easy to listen to. I’d love you to keep speaking. But only if you want to.”

In the dark you take Steven’s hand, giving it a light, reassuring squeeze which he reciprocates. Of course he wants to talk about something he knows everything about, especially when you want him to.

“Alright. But there’s so many to go through we’ll be here all day!”

“Why don’t I name a few and you can give us only the most interesting facts about them?”

“Yeah, that sounds good-“ Steven stops himself suddenly, a thought occurring to him when he holds up a finger in pause, “lets not mention Khonsu though.”

“You really don’t like him, do you?” You frown in amusement, remembering one of your first conversations being how much Steven thought he was a ‘manipulative old bird’ and ‘he’s not even one of the good ones’.

“We all have our favourites right? Well, he’s not one of them,” Steven explains.

You smile affectionally and agree, and get back to story time with the children.

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iamaweretoad · 7 months

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Ariel can't remember his whole past life, so what brings him most joy in his current one?

If given the choice, would he want to remember everything from his past, or forget it all for good with no way of regaining those memories?

oh man, these were both such good questions! Thank you! 💜 They really helped me dig into the character which was a delight. It was so nice to think of him being happy (or at least trying) for a change.

For what brings him joy -- it's tough because he has such a toxic relationship with pleasure/happiness/wanting things. He only really feels good physically and mentally when he's doing horrible things, so subconsciously he starts to associate happiness/feeling good with wrongness. And then at a conscious level he straight up doesn't think he deserves to feel good/happy, so those feelings go hand in hand with guilt and it's a huge mess.

But messiness aside, there are still some sparks of happiness, such as: - exploring strange new places; rosymorn abbey, the underdark, grymforge (minus the assholes) -- i think Ariel is very curious by nature and he was absolutely captivated by those places, he could have spent weeks dodging traps and staring at old statues and weird mushrooms - making one of the others smile or laugh; it is the best feeling in the world, almost giddy. Even just the reminder, however brief, that he is *capable* of making someone else happy is so desperately needed. He probably ends up paying for it later, but it's worth it. - he's discovered that he likes to sketch, he found a mostly empty journal somewhere along the way and fills it with drawings of various critters and plants they've encountered as well as doodles and sketches of camp life and the companions and people they've met. Sometimes he draws the urges (those pages get torn out and burned before anyone can see them). Sometimes he draws how he sees himself. Sketching has become sort of meditative and a way of processing what he's feeling/experiencing. And maybe sometimes he gives away his feelings in the way that he draws someone...

And for the second question -- God. I think there is definitely a part of him that would choose to forget everything for good, he just wants the pain to stop so badly. On the other hand he doesn't believe he deserves to have the pain stop -- and if there is any redemption to be had, I think he believes that it can only be through taking responsibility for his actions. Plus forgetting everything would mean he would have to forget his friends as well, and I don't think he's prepared for that. And as much as he is terrified of remembering anything more, I think there might still be an incredibly cruel sliver of hope that there was someone before the Dark Urge, or at least before he fully embraced it. So ultimately he would probably choose to remember everything.

#thank you again for the wonderful questions!! <3 #oc: ariel #bg3 for ts

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fatedtruths · 7 months

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henry and his first obsession specialist interest

henry's first special interest is very young , at the age of three , he becomes obsessed with the alphabet and with letters . he learns them all at breakneck speed , he hovers over his brother and sister as they do their homework and points out the letters he recognises with unbridled joy . as he learns to write and read it's an obsession that sticks with him but it shifts slightly from an obsession with letters to an obsession with words and their spelling . how they look how they're written down and how they look in different fonts .

henry aged four overhears his mum explaining to bea , who was preparing for a spelling test , to 'just remember that the letter Q is never lonely because it is always found with U' and then he became a little fixated on 'lonely' letters . letters that just aren't used that often .

he decides that Z is a lonely letter along with X and V but also J . ( H isn't lonely , but sometimes he feels like it he is )

so he is excited whenever he sees them written down , they feel a little less lonely then and he doesn't want anyone to feel lonely because that's not nice .

( try to imagine , if you can , his joy when pip shows him americanised spelling when he's six years old and how the letter Z isn't lonely anymore . also imagine his scowl when he realsies that the letter U is a lot more lonely in america than it should be )

but through his obsession with words and how they look henry became invested in writing . this initially manifested in a want to write letters , mostly to his siblings while they were away at boarding school . they were scrawled in pencil or crayon by a little boy who's hands were too small for what he was doing and who's hand-eye coordination wasn't quite there yet . however , they were always accompanied with little drawings and it wasn't uncommon for pip and bea to get one or two ( or more ) a week .

as he got older , and he became more chronically conscious of just how much he was watched , the letters began to stop . when he gets his first phone it's a flip phone with a numeric keyboard and his invested interest in letters manifested into texting with near perfect punctuation , spelling and grammar . it's a habit he keeps way into adulthood ( unless he's drunk , he found out after one evening at pez's house , then he uses all sorts of horrendous text talk ) .

it's this interest that sparks his love of reading , his love of literature and poems . it's this interest that makes him more inclined to write long paragraphs rather than short texts . it's this interest that means , when a pretty boy who he likes sends him an email , henry can't help the way that it turns into something echoing the love letters written in romance novels of the past .

( and the little kid in him does not think it is a coincidence that pez has a Z and a J in his name and alex has a X and a Z and both of them make sure that H doesn't feel lonely anymore . )

#[ HENRY — headcanons ]#whispers. he has austism. he doesnt know that. but you all do. and this is 100% me projecting but here we are

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erabundus · 1 year

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@drolliic &&. said... It's not an uncommon sight to see the Kabukimono sitting on the beach and staring in the direction of the Tenshukaku. If he can't be found anywhere else then more than surely that's where he is. Which is how Niwa finds himself walking along it, pace quickening when the other's form does indeed come in sight.

"I was looking for you. You've been coming here almost every day so I figured you must be here." hummed as he takes a seat as well before presenting the other with something "This is a starconch. It is said that if you put it up to your ear, you can hear the sound of distant seas." and then, holding it out "Go on, do it."

the puppet's head swivels at niwa's voice — a set of eyes ( large, bright, painfully transparent in all their raw emotion ) peering up from his seat at the water's edge. ❝ oh ... ❞ his brow pinches; a flicker of uncertainty, of embarrassment crossing doll-like countenance. he is just as quick to turn away — as though the tenshukaku possesses some magnetic hold over his attention. not an inaccurate description; the sight surely tugs at something within his heartless chest. a yearning, a need — though for what, the kabukimono lacks the knowledge to properly convey with words.

he finds joy in tatarasuna and its people. they are his friends, his family, his entire world, as close to literally as one could possibly be. yet it is perhaps because of that LOVE that he finds himself so rooted in place. returning day after day after day to the same spot on the beach. he is afraid. the creator across the glimmering waves has already REJECTED him once — but he witnesses mothers embracing their children, drying their tears, speaking in gentle tones and that yearning is sparked anew. does she know of him? that he left his place of birth, that he wanders among her people? ( would she be angry? proud? or worse, would she not care? ) does she ... think of him? he wants to know. at the same time, he is also too terrified of what threat the TRUTH may pose to his simple, gentle life to pursue it.

he drags a finger through the damp sand, and traces a mitsudomoe. it feels almost heretical to draw it in such a temporary medium.

❝ i'm sorry for any trouble i may have caused you. ❞ the kabukimono says, earnest as ever. ❝ i didn't mean to make you worry. ❞ he tugs his knees up to his chest as niwa takes a seat. ( curling up small, smaller than usual. ) however, a flash of blue then catches his attention, and the puppet looks back — yearning overridden by his ever-present sense of curiosity.

eyes go wide, lips part. the sound he makes is nothing short of DELIGHTED, and he's quick to take the starconch. he loves all manner of seashells and rocks and pretty things — it isn't an uncommon sight to see the puppet toddling around, eyes diligently scouring the ground on the hunt for more would-be "treasures." ( sometimes he shares them, excitedly pressing stones into his loved ones' hands. ) this one is especially beautiful, and the kabukimono cradles it as though its been carved from the most precious gems in all of teyvat. he traces the stripes of alternating blue with a thumb and asks, ❝ distant seas? how is that possible? ❞

curious to find out, he holds it up to his ear and waits. a few seconds pass.

❝ ...! ❞ suddenly, the puppet's eyes go wide. he jolts, scrambling, kicking up sand as he suddenly swaps to a kneel. ❝ niwa! ❞ the kabukimono lifts the conch to his ear once more — just to be completely sure. he makes a surprised little hum. ❝ niwa, it's true! look — no, listen! ❞ the puppet holds it out, flailing a bit as he nearly drops it in his enthusiasm. ❝ there's an ocean inside the shell! ❞

#drolliic #𝟎𝟏𝟏 : 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯. ◟ v. eccentric .◝#( KABUKIMONO MY BELOVED........ NIWA MY BELOVED...... )#( this ask has successfully turned my brain into a very emotional puddle of soup ough THEY ALL DESERVED SO MUCH MORE. )

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3rdculturecharacter · 11 months

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Ok so I'm back with the Amethyst part 2!

Aside from being a very well written character WITHIN the show itself, I would also argue her quiet representation of third culturedness serves an important role in the real world.

(I had been saying third culture-ness until now but I'm pretty sure third culturedness is more correct? Idk let me know)

By no means am I saying "Ah yes! Third culture people! The most discriminated group!". However I would say that third culture people often aren't very well understood by our peers, have trouble fitting in and finding their place in our communities.

Wich is why I think she's so important.

Her third culture identity (detailed in part 1) and irreverent atidute shows third culture people (especially kids), who may be struggling while in many cases, not even fully understand their situation, that yes, there is a good ending.

In the end, Amathyst aswell as her human and gem communities accept, love and respect her.

Amathyst says: It can be a struggle, and it's ok to struggle. You don't have to conform, just live as your whole self and you will find acceptance, both internal and external.

And the subtleness of her representation plays into this. Her main character arc is related to the third culture experience but it never takes center stage cuz it's no big deal after all. If it's ok to exist as a third culture person then why draw attention to it? Let the arc speak for itself and people will still relate to her and find comfort in it's resolution.

I mean sure, I could go on and on about relatable third culture characters, but it's much rarer to find one that is both relatable and beneficial.

Is much as I love him, Spider is very deliberately designed for you to go "wow he just like me fr fr".

Rebecca and the Crewniverse, thought not perfect, created what I can only call a deeply healing stile of storytelling that really sparks joy wich is really what third culture rep needed in my opinion.

For what it's worth, it really struck a cord in me, I was so invested in Amathyst's ar that by the time it was coming to a close, it truly helped me take the last steps in a long journey to accept exactly who I am.

I can only speculate the impact a character like her would of had on me when I was a kid, and the impact it has had on people who grew up with the show and are still growing up with it.

All in all, Amethyst is an outstanding example of third culture representation and a beacon of third culture hope and positivity.

#steven universe #third culture #third culture kid #avatar #amethyst su

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one-boring-person · 3 years

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Hii, I'm unsure as to who do you take requests for :( I'll just hope that you write for the yautja!

Could you maybe write a yautja's reaction to his furure mate seeing his face for the first time and they are like "😳" and all of the sudden they are even more shy around him since their crush on him only got stronger?

Thank you for reading and sorry if I requested a character you don't write for, haha. Please, feel free to ignore my request if that's the case! Have a lovely day! 💙

All of the characters I write for are listed on my character list, which can be found via my masterlist, but I'm glad you requested this, because it's given me the chance to try writing something new. This is my first time writing for a yautja, so I'm sorry if it sucks😅💛

Are You ill?

Yautja x reader

Warnings: some minor bad language

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They're tapping under his mask again, the rhythmic clinking of their blunt nails on the dented metal drawing the yautja's attention to the human in his arms. He looks down at them, finding their wide eyes fixed on him, clearly curious, as they always have been, their lips drawn into what he's come to recognise as fascination - he's still a little unsure of which emotions are displayed by which expression, but he has a pretty good idea. Their hand rests by the chin of the face mask, fingers running over the covering, their other hand splayed on his chest to keep them balanced. He's not wearing his chest and shoulder armour, or the majority of his arm greaves, and his legs are bare of their metal shielding to make him more comfortable, but his face is still covered, and that means (Y/n) is likely to fidget with it.

Inside his mask, the yautja clicks questioningly, his mandibles and mouth starting to form awkwardly around unfamiliar words.

"What are you doing?" His voice always sounds unnaturally coarse to him as he speaks the human language, whichever dialect it is, the lexis unnatural to him as he forces his way through the question.

They look startled, but only momentarily, their eyes flicking up to the eyes of his mask, a smile playing at their face. He knows that expression - content.

"Oh, nothing. Just...Curious, is all." (Y/n) sounds so much sweeter when speaking their natural language, their voice running through the sentences smoothly and wonderfully.

"Curious?" He coughs up the word, stilling his hands on their back, lightly caressing his fingertips over their hips instead, careful to mind his shape claws; he can still feel the scar where he once caught them on their side.

"Yeah." The affirm, nodding.

"Why?"

They don't even have to think through what they're saying.

"I'm curious as to what you look like without your mask on." They inform him, shifting to lean up on their elbows, putting their weight on his chest, not that there is much weight. He could hold them up with two fingers, easily.

At their words, however, he has to take a moment to process them, roughly translating them in his head. As he figures it out, his body stiffen slightly, mandibles clicking together in consideration.

"You will not like what you see." Is all he says, turning his head away - he's not displeased with how he looks, but he is aware that humans are more particular when picking mates than yautja are, and his looks are not the norm for them.

"How do you know?" (Y/n) shakes their head, "And anyway, appearance shouldn't change anything in a relationship. It's not the most important factor."

Their response is encouraging to him, once he's deciphered the foreign words, but he's still hesitant. Inadvertently, he makes a sharper clicking sound, one of contemplation this time, but they just smile and lightly rub at one of his dreadlocks, sending small sparks of pleasure through him. Purring lowly, the yautja relaxes, enjoying their touch, feeling more at ease now.

"If you wish to see my face, I will show you." He eventually says, sitting up with the human still cradled against his chest, settling them in his lap as he lifts a hand to unfasten the gas tubes. Hissing sounds ensue as he plucks the tubing from its relevant inserts, his nerves sparking up slightly as he notices (Y/n) watching intently. Internally, he scolds himself for being weak: a hunter like him should not be so afraid to show his face to another.

Slowly, deliberately, the yautja reaches up and hooks his fingers under the lip of his mask, taking a firm hold of it as he pulls it upwards, clearing it of his dreadlocks and jaw. As his face is exposed to the light of the room, he has to let his eyes adjust slightly, unused to seeing in this light without his helmet. He drops the mask to the floor beside them, returning his gaze back to the human sat on his thighs, mandibles clacking together nervously.

(Y/n) is silent. Their eyes are fixed on him, roaming his every feature, his every scar, lingering on the powerful tusks jutting out from his jaw, their mouth falling open in surprise. Purring to help calm them, the yautja tilts his head to the side, keeping still as he waits for them to respond, his breath catching as he runs through every possible scenario in his head. They don't seem to be reacting badly, but they've stayed quiet for a good minute now, and that worries him.

"Holy mother of god…" They finally say, voice quiet as they lean back to look at him properly, eyes wide. A blush is quickly rising to their cheeks, but the yautja doesn't say anything - The red flush on human faces has never quite made sense to him.

"You are afraid?" He clicks, misreading their tells as he reaches for his mask again.

Hastily, they shake their head, mouth opening and closing as they struggle for words.

"No! No, I'm not. Quite the opposite." They laugh shyly, turning their head away as they shift in his lap.

Purring again, he lifts a hand and takes their chin in his grip, gently, like he's seen humans do before, tilting their head towards him, scrutinizing their expression. Their skin is warm to the touch, and their face is bright red, signs that draw a worried click from him.

"Are you ill?" He asks them, pressing his palm to their cheeks, trying to gain a more accurate reading on their skin temperature.

Surprisingly, they only chuckle, carefully pushing his hand away as they lift their own, hesitantly placing a finger on one of his upper mandibles. Gently, they run the digit along the curve of his face, tracing over the strong muscle in his jaw, marvelling at the power there. He has to fight the urge to nip at their finger as it draws close to his inner mouth, unable to help it as his tongue slips out in its stead, teasing at the appendage playfully. They giggle, cupping his face in their hands as best they can, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lower mandibles. Ecstatic, he purrs loudly, wrapping his arms around them so he can pull them flush against his massive body, his head ducking down to nuzzle at their hair, glad that they seem comfortable with him. His dreadlocks create a shield around them, and he feels a sense of relief and joy go through him as they return the embrace, small hands coming round to bury themselves in his black locks.

"You are not afraid?" He hums into their hair, still feeling some tension in the air, though there is also a new scent, one he recognises from other humans.

"N-no…" They admit, keeping their head down as they allow some nerves to creep into their voice.

Confused, the yautja breathes in the scent deeply, trying to remember what it is. After a moment, he figures it out, leaning back to look into their face. Naturally, they bite their lip and look away, face blushing a furious red now.

"You are attracted to my face?" He questions in surprise, mandibles clicking together.

It takes a moment for them to reply, their head nodding very slightly.

"Yes…" They confess, covering their face with their hands.

Elated, the yautja doesn't say anything, just pulling them in to nuzzle affectionately at their cheeks, remembering that humans often do similar things to show fondness.

(Y/n) giggles, hiding their face in his chest.

"Humans are strange." He remarks in amusement, cradling them back against his chest, running his hands over their back comfortingly.

"Yeah, we are."

#yautja #yautja x reader #predator #yautja imagine #predator imagine #alien

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yandere-sins · 3 years

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Could you please do a one-shot where the reader tries to escape from yandere Gojo? Thanks in advance! ^^

Thanks for requesting ♥ Haven’t done a request for him in a while :D

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Only when you finally ran out of adrenaline did you notice the soothing cold of the night against your skin. For the longest time, you hadn't felt even a breeze ruffling through your clothes. But now, paired with the sound of leaves rustling in the wind, you were engulfed by all these normal-strange sensations you had missed out on for so long.

Even though your feet hurt from running, and your lungs couldn't get enough of the air all around you, you felt so alive and happy, you were barely able to contain yourself from screaming in joy. Leaning against the wall, you decided to take a small rest in the alleyway, having come far already. How long had you run? Probably a bit more than twenty minutes, left and right and uphill and behind houses. You'd have put rabbits to shame with how you sidestepped just to escape.

So what now?

Many would call you crazy. That you'd run from a man that loved you so much wouldn't be taken positively by the people around you. You couldn't go home, or to your parents, after all, if you were him, that's where you'd look first. Police? But what would you tell them? That you were locked away for months? Gojo had told you more than once that it was useless to go anywhere - especially without him - after all, he made sure that no one would believe the terrible things you wanted to tell them. Everyone was under the assumption you were doing splendidly with your new boyfriend - a boyfriend you didn't even know existed.

You had been seen with him so many times that people liked to assume that what you had was a normal relationship. They didn't know that he kept forcing himself into your space, that you didn't want to go anywhere with him anymore after he monopolized and clung to you for the better part of weeks. Everyone knew he was eccentric, but they didn't think he was mad on top of that. One could assume that after all he's done in the past and went through, his brain took a big hit, his arrogance and confidence only feeding into his egotistical views. But that he'd kidnap the person he loved, kept them holed up, and did things you didn't want to think about anymore that's not something anyone would accept easily.

In fact, if you two were ever again confronted with each other, he might blame you for doing these things to yourself and harassing him! No... You decided then and there that you didn't want to have anything to do with him anymore. You just wanted to go somewhere he couldn't find you. Somewhere you'd be safe and could start over without drawing any attention. Calm and peaceful, but most importantly, alone.

At least, that was the plan, but biting the tip of your thumb, you realized you were still stuck in the middle of the city, with no money, no phone, and nowhere to go for help. Perhaps if you visited the bank and asked for money from your account personally, they'd be able to provide you with some, but it was already late, and you doubted there was any bank near you that had a late-night clerk waiting for customers. You didn't like to settle somewhere outside for the night. You wanted to be gone as fast as possible, but what were you supposed to do? Clothed in just a shirt and pants, you sunk to your bottom, pulling in your legs. At least, hidden behind dumpsters and between the buildings, no one would find you or, if, simply assume you were a beggar asleep.

This was still nicer than being with him.

Nicer than sleeping in his hold while he whispered his seemingly endless confession in your ear, your body bruised and fragile from his touches.

Sleeping in some dirty alleyway was heaven compared to it.

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"Ah, look at you," Gojo hummed as he stepped into the alleyway. Even though you had been dozing, immediately, your eyes snapped wide open, and you took on the stance of someone about to jump up and run again. However, your eyes could only fixate on his legs, standing right in front of you and blocking your way out. Even if you thought it was safest to hide, you didn't calculate the risk of getting found. "You must be cold."

There was mockery in his kind words, but Gojo was quick to strip off his jacket and squat down, laying the fabric around your shoulder. Everything about him - the sharp eyes hidden behind shades, the smell of his aftershave, the rough tug he made as he adjusted the jacket over your shoulders - made you want to vomit. Pictures of things he had done and things he was able to do to you popped into your mind while you sat there like a frozen, trying desperately to come up with an escape plan.

"How did you...?" you mumbled, questioning yourself more than him. "What kind of boyfriend would I be if I could even find you? I missed you! Were you scared I wouldn't come?"

No, you were scared all along that he'd find you.

"Why?" you whispered, shoulders slumping. Gojo's lips curled into a pitying smile, one he probably imagined signaled empathy the best. But really, was there even a spark of humanity in this man that would let him feel these kinds of emotions? You doubted it more than anyone in the world. Hands falling from your shoulders to your hips and dragging forward over your thighs to your knees, Gojo took a deep breath, taking in every inch of you appreciatively. Like fine art, a rare sight to see, that's how you must have looked in his eyes.

"I told you I missed you, so I came--"

"No, why are you doing this. Why me? What do you want from me?"

Your voice sounded exhausted more than anything now. Now that you realized Gojo had won, you were tired. There was something animalistic in the way he touched you. Possessive, victorious. He was the white lion prowling in a habitat that didn't fit him, and yet, he benefitted from it. However he did it, you knew he wasn't just passing by and found you. If you didn't know it better, you'd say he always knew where you went, every second of your escape. But it was inexplicable how, when, and why he knew, and it frightened you even more that he was so much more aware of everything going on around you than you were.

Gojo smiled, hesitating to answer while he thought hard about what to say. "You. I always wanted you. I want you to love me and cherish me. Make the whole world stop for a while without me having to worry that you will disappear from it. I am doing this for you as much as I am doing it for me, don't you understand? Won't you rely on me to do what is best for us?"

"I don't want that," you replied firmly, not even a moment of hesitation on your side. No matter what he said, you couldn't decide if Gojo was telling the truth or if he lied. You were sure he was manipulating you, but at the same time, he did it with the face of an angel, hiding much, much more than you'd ever know even if you expected there to be hidden meaning behind it all.

"I see," he sighed, the smile never leaving his lips no matter how he was feeling at the moment. Was he angry? Disappointed? Sad? You weren't sure if even Gojo himself knew. But you did notice his grip on your legs growing harder as he kept squeezing down on them. "Then I will make you rely on me."

Surely enough, you couldn't keep up your scared-up-stance for much longer as he seemed to force you to the ground. You could feel your expression harden in pain as you gasped, pushing at his shoulders. However, Gojo used the moment of your focus shifting to move forward to your face, kissing you in a moment you were stunned by his actions. "Please don't hate me too much," he mumbled, almost sounding... remorseful.

"I just think those legs don't do us any good as long as they are attached to you. We both need to make sacrifices, you know?"

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husbandohunter · 3 years

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Moments of Despair #2 [Genshin Impact/Albedo x Reader]

Synopsis: "The alchemist who relished in his gifts only to fall from grace."

(A series of works where the boys deal with the passing of their beloved).

Diluc’s despair

Warnings: angst, tragedy, major character death and psychological horror (correct me if otherwise)

(A/n): I decided to take a slightly different approach this time. Regardless, it’s still killing my heart TwT.

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Out of the many wonders of Teyvat, one thing Albedo loved most was how you were so different from him.

Difference ties to the unknown, one that must be discovered. He was drawn to you the first time he had laid his eyes upon your form standing at the heights of Mondstadt's cathedral. The Sisters scolded you from below, but all you did was reply with a wink amidst their chaos before soaring into the skies and letting the wind carry your glider. Reckless they said. For him, your recklessness was intriguing.

As the sun's light blinded his vision, everything he saw seemed like a glass barrier. For the ground was where he thrived and chalk was his core, it became the basis of Albedo's very existence. Even the geo Archon granted him a Vision of the same element to affirm his identity. The earth will forever be attached to his feet as he will keep on his stride until every last truth of Teyvat have all been realized. You, on the other hand, hailed from a place where he couldn't quite reach. What lies beyond this glass ceiling? Albedo found himself gradually holding onto a string of curiosities, a string he could touch but was not able to feel.

'Interesting,' he thought quietly, while the breeze slip between the fingers of his outstretched hand.

He was a character of logic, possessing sharp eyes that could pierce through the depths of the most complex formulas and a mind to predict their outcomes- as long as alchemy was still related. All impossibilities thrown in his way only paved a path for him to become the well known genius he was now. Whether it was alchemy or investigations with the Knights of Favonius, Albedo never failed to deliver the answers. But despite it all, he always found himself endlessly contemplating over things that were considered intangible. He wonders why you smile when there was nothing to laugh about. How could you tell between the complexities of the human heart? Albedo can't seem to put a finger on it.

'Why? What drives you? What are you thinking?'

The Chief Alchemist couldn't resist being fascinated by your unpredictability. It reels him in similar to a fish being baited out of the waters. However, unlike those creatures, Albedo only tightened his grip on the strings as if they were a lifeline, determined to find out what they truly felt like to the touch.

"I can't really say it's much of an answer," you hummed, clasping both hands behind your back before declaring with a grin, "To put it simply, you just gotta follow your heart."

'Follow your heart...' What does it mean to follow your heart?

"I'm afraid I still don't understand," he replied in a thoughtful manner. The statement never really resonated with him and it certainly weren't the words his Master taught when he was in the early stages of being created, "But it does suit you very much."

"Really? But still bring your head with you," a playful laugh escapes and you add while pointing a finger, "At least, it's what everyone tells me these days."

"Hm," Albedo then affirms with a nod, "I can definitely see why they would tell you that."

"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?"

The days go by and his repetitious march towards the truth remains the same. However, there was never a dull moment when you were at his side. Perhaps that was the reason why Albedo became so attracted to your aura. The way you'd follow around his experiments, eyes so full of enthusiasm at every step of the activity. Sometimes the events can get a little too out of hand in which he needs to step in and save you from getting stuck in slime condensates...constantly. Albedo grew fond of your childlike excitement even when you weren't entirely sure what was going on. He normally distanced himself from socializing as it never sparked his interest. Frankly, he was too much of a genius for mundane conversations. Your presence was rather refreshing in this case. You were an oddball, just like him, and for once the alchemist felt like he didn't need to place that glass barrier between the two worlds.

"You seem to be in a very good mood today Mister Albedo."

He was a man of subtle expressions yet anyone could notice the small gleam in his eyes whenever he saw you walking in the hallway. Sucrose often remarked with a giggle after she noticed her teacher holding his documents upside down. But who could blame him? Joy, fun, laughter. He was able to experience those emotions all because of you; his beloved. You were the colour to his canvas and the meaning to his flower. You were a force of nature. Like a warm breeze gracing upon the terrestrial lands, you move him.

Thump- thump- thump-

Strings around his world began to weave one whole picture while they also tugged inside his chest. God had finally blown the breath of life into mankind's body, it was only a matter of time before Albedo came to follow his heart too.

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"Alright, just one more detail aaaaand done!"

You gave a small tap using the tip of your pencil and leaned back to examine your artwork.

Masterpiece!

On days when Katheryne had no commissions assigned to the guild, Albedo would accompany you to the Whispering Woods and conduct his sketches there instead. He was aware of the discomfort Dragonspine brought as the temperature wasn't ideal for anyone except for him. You eventually learned that your lover was not only intelligently different from the rest but physically too. Albedo, aside from the Cavalry Captain, was mysterious in his own way. He was hard to read yet never came off as intimidating, no one knew of his origins nor they knew how he came to Mondstadt. You wondered why someone like him would have wanted to get involved with your shenanigans. Rosaria often gave warnings regarding the alchemist's 'hidden intentions' in which you'd roll your eyes in response. The Albedo you knew was far from that. He was a big brother to Klee, a man passionate about his work, he was the one golden star among the many silvers in your sky. He was your lover.

My Albedo.

Brushing a hand upon the drawing you made of him, you glided down the lines of his cheek before resting your finger on the mark by his neck. You gazed at it with fondness. Truly a masterpiece indeed.

"You do realize I'm still here?"

The paper nearly flies out of your grasp and you snatched it back to your chest, "HUH A-ALBEDO, WHEN DID YOU APPEAR???"

"I was with you the whole time," he states. The corner of his lip tug upward ever so slightly, "You said you wanted to sketch me."

"A-Ahahaha, so I did," you reply while scratching your head bashfully. 'I thought I was looking at a sculpture!!' You rushed to cover your face with the sheet. It wasn't that you forgot he was there, rather, you forgot he was still a living and breathing specimen who just witnessed your little serenade. As Lisa had once said, Albedo was easy on the eyes. His graceful features made him seem almost like an oil painting that could only be found in halls of the most prestigious households. You made sure to capture everything, every detail, every curve just like he had done with your portraits. Only now you noticed the sun already began its descent below the lakeside, dusting the landscape with hints of bright orange as it marked the day's end. If only time could slow down. But duty calls upon your next journey and there was no telling when you'd return. At the very least, a simple portrait would suffice to fill in the temporary gap of his absence.

"Can I see it?"

You glanced his direction while keeping the drawing close to your nose, "Are you sure about that? It might not be up to your expectations."

"I'm sure," Albedo affirms with a straight countenance, "I can already tell you've put a great amount of effort, otherwise you wouldn't have taken this long."

"Yeeaahh I kinda lost track of time. I guess it's only fair that you get to see the finished product," you say and shoved the drawing in front of him, "Tada! I present to you, my masterpiece!"

Albedo takes it out of your grasp and you watched the way his eyes expanded upon sight.

"Well? Whaddya think?"

Words could not describe the mixture of emotions that erupted within him. Was it distinguishable or abstract? Albedo spent his time pondering between the two answers as he examined the drawing closely. Despite the lines being slightly jagged and the unevenness in the placement of his eyes, he managed to make the shape of the entire image you were trying to convey. Perhaps it was all thanks to his well trained artistic vision which gave him the ability to do so. Or maybe he was simply biased. But there wasn't a shred of doubt that this was indeed your craftsmanship.

"You even added flowers in the background," he pointed out with amusement.

"It's the thing you make when using your elemental burst, I couldn't fit your hand in the picture so I decided to put it somewhere empty," you informed, "Out of everything, that one took me the longest."

"And the rabbits?"

"They resemble Klee's bombs!"

He lets out a chuckle, "I see."

Albedo kept his attention downward until he was mindlessly staring at the paper in hand. This was a memory made to be carried as you moved on to your next journey and it saddens him that he could not accompany you. If only time slowed down. Albedo wanted to hold onto the memory forever, because he knew once he gave it back, he wouldn't be able to see you for an uncertain amount of time.

"Do you really have to go?"

His voice was barely above a whisper. Guilt crept into your heart and you gingerly layed your fingers on his gloved ones, bringing down the paper that blocked his face. A pair of teal orbs held a reflection of your image as the sun's rays casted from the side. You returned it with a reassuring grin, hoping to soothe his worries somehow, "I just need to pay a visit to my father since he's been very sick lately. I'll be fine, so don't worry too much okay?"

Albedo turns over his palm and gave your hand a squeeze, "How long will it take?"

"I'm not sure but it will be a while. Snezhnaya is pretty far so..." you trailed off, "But my time in Mondstadt, with Klee and with you, I will never forget! I won't even if I tried."

When you were met with no answer, a breeze came in to fill the melancholic silence. He too will not forget and he would ensure that it was the same for you. Slowly, Albedo brought your hand up, past the center of his heart all the way to cupping his cheek. He allowed himself to indulge in your warmth, tangling the strands of his hair with your fingers while closing his eyes. Sweet flowers. You always carried the smell of sweet flowers.

"Albedo?" You gawked, "What's the matter?"

"...There are certain aspects where drawings can't imitate," he says, grip tightening ever so slightly, "How I feel against your skin, the shape of my jaw, your warmth radiating with my own. These are the things I want you to remember."

Breath leaves your slightly parted mouth. It was unfair how straightforward Albedo could be when showing his affection. Doing as he pleases without anyone's approval to the point it would even catch you off guard since he often absorbed himself in the arts of alchemy. But during times when Albedo did choose to express his feelings, you knew they came from a place of pure genuinity. The thought made it hard for you to tear away from him, "Did you ever find out what the strings felt like then?"

Albedo returns his gaze, long golden lashes hovering them as he smiles softly, "...I have."

As he began to reveal his stories, the dusk sky continued to flare across the landscape with colours of passion. Red, it was the thread that had led him to you, the same string that weaved him together as a whole. Albedo lays a kiss atop of your pinky, there was a reason why Mondstadtians called him the Chalk Prince. You didn't know the intention behind his sudden affection but he knew. It was a promise, one to ensure that the thread would also have you return safely back into his arms.

Oh how he hated the colour red.

"Al...bedo..."

With speed he never knew he had, Albedo scoops you into his embrace and held you close. How did everything happen so fast? He curses his mind as it proceeds to scan your injuries, drawing a conclusion where he wished to be wrong for once:

You were beyond help.

"Ah..haha..." you managed to laugh through bitter tears, "You don't have to say it. I know."

His breath hitches, trying to make sense of the feeling that was slowly tearing him apart from the inside. It's not real. Of course it wasn't, it couldn't be. What other possible answer was there to explain the numbness stinging his fingers? The reason for his shaking? Everything felt so cold. Your body hardly registered to his to touch, you were losing so much blood. You were losing. He was going to lose you.

"No," Albedo shakes his head, "We still have time. I'll go find help."

Please, hold on.

He forced himself to think. The ruin hunter ran off shortly after it had ambushed you, by now the Knights would eventually noticed and apprehended it on sight. They couldn't be too far. All he needed was to carry you back to safety and everyone can go home. Albedo darted his eyes all over the place, breaths becoming shallower with each passing second. Where? Where to go? Which route was best to not overexert your wounds? Think. Think. Think. Why couldn't he think?

"A..." You watched him in your helpless state. Every part of you throbbed with pain but it pains you even more to see the renowned genius who stood atop the pedestal of elegance and grace so utterly, undoubtedly lost. This was not the goodbye you wanted, though death already had you tight in their grasps. Not yet. Using the last particle of your strength, you tried to stay alive as long as possible. Just a little bit more time.

Albedo freezes when a trembling hand extends itself to cup around his cheek. Every single thought he had in mind vanished and was replaced by a loud ring resonating in his ears. Dreadfully, mechanically, he turns his attention to where you lay.

"Don't cry," you whisper, "I love you, don't cry- okay?"

Albedo grimaces, shutting his eyes closed as he allows the pent up sadness to flow out of him completely, "I can't," he said in a shaky voice, "Please. Stay."

"I'm sorry," Your vision blurs and he hugs you even more. Drawing your final breath, you relay your most cherished words through a broken smile, "But no matter w-where I go...I won't for..ge.."

The moment your hand fell, Albedo finally understood the difference between death and loss.

It was...suffocating. Having the air trapped in his throat, begging to release yet it hurts to speak. The never ending stabs that pulsed within his veins rushed forth like the scraping blizzard of Dragonspine until his whole body lost all its senses. The world was shattering. He could no longer feel your weight. He could no longer feel.

(Y/n).

Albedo glances at his blood stained fingers where the thread had been severed, wide eyes drowning in sorrow. What a horrible feeling. Was this a warning sent by the gods? For stepping into the boundaries of knowing too much? Ah the curse of knowledge man must bear when eating the temptatious fruit. It was the result of choosing to love you. With life, death is inevitable and with love, it will eventually bring pain. Everything had a price to pay and as an alchemist, Albedo knew that better than anyone.

"...Meaningless..."

But he refused to accept it.

Cradling your corpse, he leans in and places a kiss on your forehead, lips quivering as they lingered for a second too long before gathering the strength to stand back on his feet. Nothing will stop the alchemist from reuniting with you. If the laws wished to take you away from him then he will use everything in his power to fight against those laws.

"This is not goodbye..." Albedo said to the sleeping girl, "And it will never be."

When the sun sinks below the plains and the stars lose their light, the sky had been replaced with a palette of darkness. It was time to go home.

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"Have you all heard about the rumours?"

A group of knights gather in the corner as they whisper about. Sucrose stops on her tracks and hides behind a wall, clutching the book close to her chest in an attempt to stay hidden.

"Another criminal disappeared from the dungeons? Crazy..."

"More like creepy. I was told that place might be haunted by some dead prisoner's ghost. Even the Church is hopping onto this case."

"Well I hope it doesn't get any worse. So many of us started going on night patrols..."

Their voices faded out of range as the anemo user backtracks her steps carefully. Several months passed since the news of mysterious kidnappings have been announced to the public. Rumours of their whereabouts swirled around the city and much to her discomfort, Sucrose happened to catch every single one of them. There couldn't possibly be evil spirits lurking in the Favonious Headquarters right? She silently shrieks at the thought, shaking her head furiously to stop her mind from going too deep. No, I have to find him. Without wasting another minute, the anemo user sprinted towards the stairs all the way up to the second floor before stopping directly in front of her teacher's office. Despite the adrenaline that occured at the same time, she made sure to knock.

No answer.

"Strange, he told me he would be here today..." Sucrose muttered to herself. But suddenly she heard the sound of objects shifting from the otherside, signaling that there was indeed someone occupying the room. Without realizing, she held her breath out of anticipation.

"Come in."

The door creaks as she opens them, giving her enough space to slip between the gap, "Mister Albedo?"

"You're early today," The Chief Alchemist noted from his desk, "Is there something the matter?"

"Y-You mean you don't know? There was just another case about a person disappearing from the dungeons," Her tone became more frantic as she rambled to herself, "The kidnapper never leaves a trace and no one knows how they were able to get out. Even when we ask the guards what happened, they can't seem to remember as if...as if someone casted a spell on them!"

"A spell?" He inquires, "I suppose that could be a possibility."

"I think so too. I-It's the only explanation that makes sense! I mean...ghosts don't exist after all," Sucrose nervously looks down at her shoes while giving her book a squeeze, "But why? Who could be capable of such advanced techniques? No matter how hard I try, I can't seem to understand their intentions."

"...Yes. It is a very strange occurrence indeed."

Noticing her teacher's withdrawn attitude, Sucrose couldn't help but feel flustered at her own behaviour, "Ah my apologies Mister Albedo, I didn't mean to go off track. Have there been any progress on the investigations so far?"

Albedo briefly glanced at the various documents splayed across his table. His reputation as an incredibly intelligent individual had reached far and wide through Mondstadt. This led to the authorities requesting his assistance regarding the recent matters, despite him specializing in the alchemical field, he was also the Captain of their Investigation Team. Although, Albedo detested partaking in things he deemed irrelevant to his research;

"I'm afraid I would need more evidence to draw a conclusion."

"Eh? You still need more?"

He could not deny that the given authoritative position had provided much benefits to his own accord.

"My expertise lies in the subject of alchemy," Albedo reasoned and proceeds to intertwine his fingers in front of his mouth, "Humans on the other hand, are very unpredictable in nature. Even the essence of their existence is hard to obtain."

"Essence of their existence?" Sucrose repeated softly. She wanted to ask what he meant but the blank expression was evident enough to signal his impatience. At least, that was what she thought, "Nevermind! I have something that might help," taking out a slip from her textbook, she handed it to him, "It's the report Captain Kaeya gave me. He said that the culprit might be a traitor coming from the Knights of Favonius."

He narrows his eyes.

"I-I think he might be right! Just think about it, we haven't found anything at all for the past few months but when we do, I sometimes feel like we're just running in circles...oh what if it's becau-"

"Sucrose."

"Y-Yes?!"

Albedo calmly looks at the flustered girl, not realizing how sharp his tone was, "You're overthinking again. Perhaps it's best that you take this day off."

"But I came here to help," she insisted, "I know it hurts to lose someone you love! Don't you understand that we're all worried about you? And Klee, she..."

"..."

"Please Mister Albedo, if there's anything I could do-"

"No need," he cuts her off once again, "Your stress levels are too high. We can't go any further if you continue to act like this."

"Oh," her ruby eyes casted to the side, "I understand..."

"Good. Now, if you would excuse me," Albedo bid her farewell and watched as the door clicked behind her, observing every detail until he was sure that the absolute silence had returned. He picks up Kaeya's document. Such remarkable handwriting. But of course, appearances are only meant to be displayed on the surface for the Captain was a sly man, wearing a mask to shield what lies underneath. Just like his letter, they were full of innuendos and condensed meanings, orchestrated together until the truth spoke loudly to Albedo himself.

"So, that's what he thinks."

Perhaps the alchemist should have been a little more discreet.

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There was a certain place in Dragonspine that no one dared to enter. But those who have, they never return.

"Hm, no response. Now as for the next step..."

And he was the reason why.

Taking the sword out of the transmutation circle, Albedo turned to the snowy hill nearby and activated his alchemy. A small portion of it dissipates, revealing a trench that went so deep underground that even warmth couldn't outplay the sheer cold. It was the perfect hiding place for the evidence to lay out of sight and an environment where only he could handle. The alchemist tossed the leftover along with the others before exiting quietly, summoning back the ice to bury his victims once again. Another day, another experiment, another stain goes to his title. The path he walked upon was one littered with corpses and the sins he committed. But despite the bones crunching beneath his feet and the weight of the dead hanging on his shoulders, the alchemist was numb to it all. Like an entity floating in space with nothing to hold, he became unable to feel.

"I'm back," When reaching the center of Starglow Cavern, Albedo puts his hand on the icicle and caressed it's hard cold surface, "Did you sleep well?"

The girl did not respond. Her eyes were closed and her skin was as young as ever. She was frozen in time.

"You must have."

Albedo felt the sword beginning to shake in his grasp as it resonated with his energy. Dust particles emitted from the hilt and slowly made their climb to the side of his arm. Still, Albedo's attention did not waver, "To this day, I've been thinking about what you told me the first time we met."

"..."

"Follow your heart. I couldn't understand it at first but after being around your presence, I believe I can finally recognize what that term means."

He closes his eyes as he envisioned your lively form running across the landscape. Albedo, Albedo! The sound of his name was mixed with your laughter while Klee came into the scene and caught the dandelions with you. A content smile formed on his countenance as he watched from afar, even if it was just a memory, "It's everything. The breakfast we ate together, to the nights spent camping outside, and the silly moments we shared, they bring all these colours that I never knew existed."

"..."

Albedo curls his fingers against the ice as he continues to lament, "Perhaps that's why I began noticing the strings around me. The closer I was to answer, the more I felt it was necessary to discover what they are. All this time, you were the answer I was searching for," Moist begins to build up in his eyes but they freeze up once reaching the corners. How cruel. Despite what he went through, he wasn't even granted the liberty to cry, "Because with you, I'm able to feel them."

He wonders what you would think if you saw him right now. Albedo peers at his reflection casted on the crystalline surface, the frame of his face had been decorated with streaks of purple and red, spreading out like tree branches as they both fought for dominance. The teal coloured orbs you once adored were beginning to transform to a colour that reminded him of his darkest days. This was Albedo's true nature- a monster, a being that wasn't human, the essence in which you never had the chance to see.

"I know I may not be the same as I was before," he added, "But if that is what it takes to follow your heart, will you let me feel the strings again?"

Would you still love me the same?

"..."

"If so, then please understand my actions," Albedo takes a step back as he held out the sword in front of him. At last, the preparations have finally been completed. He plunges the blade to the ground with full force and the surrounding area begins to shake under the power accumulated through many, intentional sacrifices. To revive the dead was a forbidden art as it came with heavy consequences. If it weren't for Albedo's talent and quick wit, the process would have consumed him long before executing the last stage. He winces, the pain was excruciating. It was hard for him to ignore the sound of his skin cracking below his ears and all the way to his nose as they fall off in the shape of small rock-like chunks. Everything hurt so much that even death sounded like a sweet dream but Albedo couldn't afford to give up. He had already come this far, his hands completely washed with sin and his reputation already broken beyond repair, Albedo had nowhere else to go. This was his last destination.

"Soon-" he pants between choked breaths. Soon your eyes will open. He could drown in your embrace, one that was warm and not cold. Soon he will be able revive those cherished memories from a frozen past. It was all he could think of right now. Your existence was the reason why a part of him felt whole and your death made him realize how painful it was to tear away those pieces. Albedo refused to let go of those pieces, they had already become a part of him. And if this path ended up tearing him even more, then so be it.

"I should have stopped you the moment you were born."

The intruder snapped him awake and he swung around to where they stood. But before Albedo could make out who it was, they lunged past him with incredible speed, kicking the sword off the ground while severing his two arms once and for all. They flew to the side, blood dyed purple trickling from the edges of his joint as he struggled to stay upright.

"Dains...leif..."

Dainsleif watched the alchemist fall onto his back as the light around him slowly faded away. He turned his gaze to where the objective was and noticed a girl encased within the ice. The man sighs out of relief when she shows no signs of life, he came just in time, "So this is how it ends."

Albedo weakly stared at the blonde man. He attempted to say something but the blood caught in his mouth prevented him from that.

"Save your breath, you won't be having any," Dainsleif remarks in a cold manner and glared at his bloodied form, "The renowned Chief Alchemist of Mondstadt and an important member of Ordo Favonious. Hmph, what an interesting turn of events. Out of everyone, I never thought you were the type to act so foolish."

Foolish...what a foreign name to be called as. He never heard anyone tell him he was foolish.

"Truly a pity," With a flick of a wrist, Dainsleif brought his sword to Albedo's neck. It was unbelievable how he had the endurance to go through all that pain while still breathing at this point but what is there to be expected from a monster? "Remember that all actions have consequences."

The alchemist watched as his life flashed before him, the weight of his sins had finally caught up. He had always seen the world as a platform for his objectives and results were merely a natural cause after attempting many experiments. But death as a consequences was an unbearble realization upon his final moments. He abandoned his title, his pupil and his dearest sister. In the end, he was still unable to fulfill his duty.

"I just..." Albedo mumbled, his words slurring together, "wanted..."

As the ashes turn to ashes and dust becomes dust, chalk returns to the earth, forever yearning a place that can never be reached.

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A hairy situation / One-shot

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Word count: 4,3k

Warnings: 18+, Explicit sexual content, Explicit language, smut, oral (m/f recieving), slight fingering, hair pulling, pubic hair pulling, pubic hair!kink, dirty talk, fluffy dirty talk, slight soft dom!Steve, some standard fluff in there too.

Summary: You usually keep yourself neatly shaved for when Steve returns from missions, but this time things change and you find yourself with a full blown bush by the time Steve’s about to remove your pants. His reaction is quite different from what you expected (*wink* *wink*) …

Author’s note: This has not been proofread by anyone but me, so all the mistakes are mine<3 Hope you enjoy<3

The warm water ran down your back as your hand absentmindedly caressed your naked stomach. Nowadays the shower was the only relief for your touch-starved body.

Usually, Steve would be gone for about three months when on missions. This one was bordering on four, and he had warned you the prognosis was five. You were already wallowing in self pity, your body practically humming with built up arousal at being left untouched for so long.

Only a month left, only a month left, only a month left...

Your hand found your mound and started playing in the curls that were adorning it. An impressive mop of dark curls had grown there during your months of loneliness, and you had now grown quite used to feeling the soft hair between your fingers.

Usually you kept yourself bald except for a neatly trimmed triangle or heart above your slit - one time you even managed to make a circle with a star in the middle, which had made Steve both cringe, blush and laugh his eyes out at the same time.

He’d fucked you all the same though, quite fervently too if memory served you right.

Now, however, you had let the razor lie for a while and suddenly you were sporting the bush of a 60’s hippie.

You quite enjoyed it, and would actually miss it somewhat when you’d shave it upon Steve’s return.

Steve always gave you a heads up when he returned from missions. Several actually. Usually he would call once he had landed at the compound, so he could hear your voice and how happy you became once you realized he was back.

Then he would text once he had debriefed, showered and was leaving the compound, and then again once he had reached your apartment complex, mostly because he couldn’t help his excitement.

That last text was usually just a heart emoji (you had laboured hard to teach him texting - especially emoji use - so those hearts were particularly satisfying).

So you always had plenty of time to clean the apartment up a bit, shower (and shave), dress in something sexy and maybe even light some candles and put on some sweet 30’s jazz (a special treat for Steve).

That’s why you weren’t stressing about letting your hair grow out down there, it would simply take a bit longer to shave once you got the notice from Steve.

Which would be a month away at least.

God

You stepped out of the shower, got dressed and left for work, ready to throw yourself into your tasks at the gallery in order to distract yourself from your misery. Maybe you’d even get some Ben and Jerry’s on your way home.

You struggled to push through the front door with your work bag on one arm and a bag of groceries (Ben and Jerry’s included) on the other. That’s when you noticed the music softly playing from the living room. Weird, you didn’t remember leaving the radio on…

When you’d closed the door and shook off your shoes, you noticed the distinct smell of your honey and rose body soap lingering in the air. There was no way that had kept since your shower this morning. Something was amiss...

You barely begun to feel anxious when a large pair of hands clasped around your face and a pair of familiar lips crushed onto yours. Your yelp was muffled by the passionate kiss, and a second later your mind caught up and you realized.

It was Steve! There, in your apartment, his tongue sliding passed your lips and into your mouth as it opened willingly for him.

The bag of groceries fell to the ground along with your bag and you flung your arms around his neck as he whipped his hands around the back of your thighs and hoisted them up to wrap around his slim hips in one, smooth movement.

You broke away from the kiss with a gleeful squeal.

“You’re here!?” You were dumbfounded in your joy.

“I couldn’t stay away from my best girl any longer,” he responded with a smile, pushing you up against the front door.

“But I didn’t get a call! Or a text. Or even a heart emoji,” you said, more incredulous than anything else. It was a wonderful surprise that caught you completely off guard, blizz surging through your body.

“Yeah, I wanted to surprise you, actually see you when you got the news for once. I had the team do the debriefing on the jet so they could drop me off here directly,” he said as he leaned in for another kiss. “Totally worth it to see your reaction,” he said against your lips, and laughed when you slapped his chest.

“You scared me, you asshole,” you exclaimed, but you were laughing with him.

“Sorry,” he answered as he kissed his way down your jaw and onto your neck, warm hands squeezing your thighs. He didn’t sound sorry at all, teeth nipping at your pulse point, drawing a tiny gasp from your lips.

Touch-starved indeed.

Your mind started to fog over with a wave of arousal as you started to feel down his back. The muscles rippled under your fingertips, and you raked your nails back up to his neck, eliciting a quiet groan from his throat.

That’s when you noticed he was completely nude except for a rather tiny towel around his hips.

“You showered here? And you used my body soap?” you asked.

“I had to shower, I don’t think you could have handled the smell. Three months undercover in the Croatian black market, the last three weeks on a pig farm in the countryside. Plus, your body soap reminds me of you. Got me hard just smelling it,” he said, letting you down on your feet again as he started ripping off your layers of clothing, breath coming out in pants.

Hard indeed, you thought, as you looked down to see the tiny towel struggle against the tent at the front.

Instinctively, you reached for it, throwing the towel off as he threw your jacket and scarf aside, grasping his hard cock in one hand, feeling how hot and heavy it was in your palm.

He threw his head back and let out a shuddering breath, hands loosely wrapped around your neck as you gave an experimental tug. He seemed pretty much as touch-starved as you.

There was a reason you reacted so quickly once you got the heads up. Aggression, stress, adrenaline plus his enhanced physique usually meant a lot of pent up energy needed release once Steve got back from missions. You had no qualm at all being the vessel through which that energy was released. Steve would put you through the mattress two to three times during the first night back, and you absolutely fucking loved it. And you loved him, and were pretty sure he loved you back.

“I love you,” he muttered against your lips as he started pushing you towards the bedroom, your hand still wrapped around his cock, pulling at it slowly as leakage began to spring forth at the tip. Your mouth watered at the sight.

“I missed you, I need you. Now,” he continued, voice breathy as his eyes gazed sweetly into your own. Your breath caught in your throat at the piercing blue.

“God, Steve, you have no idea how much I’ve longed for you,” you heard yourself saying, emotion washing over you almost making you whimper. You still couldn’t believe he was here, a whole month before time!

The back of your knees hit the bed and he gently pushed you down onto your back, hands going straight for your pants when you froze.

Shit. A month before time. Fuck

Without the heads up you hadn’t had the opportunity to shave. You hadn’t even gotten your bag off your shoulder before he had practically thrown himself over you in the hallway.

You had no idea what this would mean to Steve. Would it be a turn off? Did women sport bushes in the 40’s? Had he even seen a woman’s pussy before he went in the ice?

The thought of this moment being ruined sparked a panic in your mind and your hands shot up to grab Steve’s wrists as he was undoing the button of your pants.

His hands stilled and he gave you a confused look.

“What is it?” he asked, concerned.

You gave a strained smile and bit your lips as you stared into his curious eyes. Why were you suddenly being so unsure of yourself? This was Steve, you could say anything to Steve!

“You know, since you were a month early, and didn’t text before you came over...I didn’t have time to...freshen up...down there,” you said slowly and gestured awkwardly to your crotch.

He huffed a laughter.

“Honey, you know I love the way you taste. Just let me get these off you,” he said confidently as he undid your sipper swiftly and started to tug at the waistband of your trousers.

“It’s not that,” you said, again stopping his hands mid-movement.

You took a deep breath.

“I haven’t shaved...in four months...so it’s kinda...bushy” you said, averting your eyes in embarrassment.

This was truly uncharted territory, seeing how you couldn’t even keep eye contact. This was the man who’d had his whole tongue up your ass.

“Oh” he said, surprised, though there was a hint of curiosity in it.

His eyes grew wider as he stared at your pant clad crotch, hands still on the waist band. His tongue darted out to wet his lower lip as he focused intently on the space between your legs. You couldn’t read his expression, he didn’t seem to know exactly what he was feeling himself.

Then he slowly pulled your pants down your legs and threw them on the floor. He sat down on his knees in front of the bed and pulled at your thighs with ease until your butt was right at the edge. He never let his eyes away from your crotch, you watching him intently.

When his eyes darted up to meet yours, they were dilated to the point where only a small rim of blue shone around the black pools of...lust?

“You’ve grown a whole forest for me, have you?” he asked, voice suddenly gone dark and ruff, and he looked back down between your legs.

You tiny lace thong concealed your slit and puckered back entrance, but not much more. On all sides of the light purple fabric was wild, dark hair, some even springing forth through the lace. You thought it was actually quite a pretty sight, but was still holding out on the verdict from Steve.

He let a finger trail the hair that was growing on one side of your panties, and a hum rang through his chest. That seemed like something you could recognize. It was a hum of approval. Of appreciation almost.

He took one of the curls sticking out of the lace between his fingers and pulled lightly. The tugging sensation provoked a gasp from you, and the responding grunt from Steve’s lips caught both of you off guard. Your eyes met briefly in surprise, before you both returned your focus to your hairy core.

You were starting to understand his reaction now, intrigued. Reaching down, you tugged your panties to the side, letting him see your slit and the puckered lips between the two mops of hair.

His breath came out harder as he spread his fingers through the hair before pulling at the lips, spreading them open to reveal your weeping hole and red clit, swollen and needy for attention. Without another word, Steve leaned in and gave a swipe of his tongue up the entire length of your slit, and you moaned at the pleasure that bolted through your core.

He started licking and sucking at your leaking sex like a man starved (which he to some degree was), hands gripping your hips and holding you down as you sqiurmed at the stimulation.

As he worked you, you threw your shirt off along with your bra, and his hands automatically reached up to your breasts as you lay back down on your back. Deftly, he rolled and pinched your hardening nipples with coarse fingertips, all while lapping at your clit with quick and wet expertise. He moaned into your core, sending a shiver up your spine and you started to rock your hips against his face in rhythm with his licks.

You knew you wouldn't need long tonight, and when Steve pulled his right hand down and slipped two fingers right into your cunt, he only needed to curl his fingers a couple of times before you came undone, back arching and lips open in a silent scream as you came, convulsing around his fingers. He languidly licked you through your orgasm, groaning into your wet heat as you relaxed back down on the mattress, breath ragged.

He removed his fingers from within you, and you lamented the absence. He put the fingers in his mouth, sucking greedily on the digits. He kept your eyes in a locked gaze as he moaned at the taste, and you whimpered at his unabashedness.

“You taste so good, baby,” he said between licking the residue of your orgasm of his knuckles.

America’s golden boy was such a dirty bastard in bed, and you couldn’t help your proud giggle at being the one who unleashed his inner beast.

His eyes went back to your quivering cunt and he let his fingertips gently play at your entrance. You didn’t quite understand where he was going with the gesture, but didn’t mind at all. He looked on entranced as he moved his fingers around your weeping hole, and you looked at him.

“God, what a sight,” he whispered, almost to himself. “Such pretty, wet curls”.

Your cheeks flushed and you let out another giggle. His attention drew to your face, and he laughed as well as you hid your face in the crook of your elbow. He raised himself to his feet and crawled over you on the bed.

“What?” he asked, smiling from ear to ear as you giggled again.

He was so darn cute, and still rock hard, his engorged length brushing against your inner thigh.

Instead of answering, you lifted your head up and caught his lips in a kiss. Enthusiastically, he threw himself into it, gasping when you took his bottom lip between your teeth and sucked lightly. A shiver went through him, a near pornographic groan leaving his throat.

Oh he was on tonight

You couldn’t wait to taste him. To feel his throbbing cock stretch your mouth, salty on your tongue.

You gently pushed at his chest, and he let you roll him over on his back. Lord knows you would never be able to move him without his help, but you both liked the feeling of you being in charge.

He watched you intently with those breathtaking blue eyes as you slithered down his body, laying wet kisses to his strapping chest, dipping your tongue into every divot of his abs. He let out these wonderful, small gasps every so often, his hands going into fists at his sides.

You wasted no time when you reached his cock, only licking once at the small drop of clear fluid sitting at the tip before taking the purple head into your mouth, sucking lightly.

Steve let out a strangled moan and threw his head back, eyes falling closed.

"Oh my god, baby, that's it," he panted.

Spurred on by his words, you started to work your head up and down his throbbing length, pushing him further in each time. When he hit the back of your throat, you pushed through your need to gag and swallowed around him.

He groaned, a deep, vibrating sound that went straight to your core like a lightning bolt.

You felt his hands on the back of your head as he held you in place.

Yes, yes, yes, you thought through your body's surge for air.

Tears pricked at your eyes as your throat convulsed around him, and Steve called out in that stern and commanding voice above you.

"Look at me"

And you did. His heavy brow furrowed, cheeks flushed and lips red, swollen and slightly parted. He was a vision and your cunt clamped around nothing, screaming for attention.

He gripped a fistful of hair and dragged your face off his cock. Your ragged breath ripped out as oxygen finally found your lounges, long strings of saliva connecting your mouth to his red and angry cock.

You could feel him losing control of himself in the way his look darkened, his muscles twitching. You eagerly anticipated it. He gripped your jaw and slammed his mouth to yours, spit and precum mingling between you in an open and obscene kiss that was mostly tongue.

He drew you up to straddle his waist with the hand on your jaw and you eagerly obeyed his manhandling.

You splayed one hand on his chest, while the other reached between you to grab his cock and lining it to your entrance. He let his hands glide up your thighs and settle on each ass cheek as he spread them slightly.

You locked eyes with him as you felt his tip breach you, forcing your flesh to yield to his massive girth.

A groan escaped his gritted teeth.

As you tried to lower yourself though, you felt his hands holding you put, not letting you move a centimeter.

You looked down at him, and you saw him smugly cock a brow at your obvious frustration. A needy whine escaped you.

"Tell me what you need, baby," he commanded, almost encouraged.

The cocky bastard was getting off on denying you, enjoying torturing you.

You secretly loved it.

"Come on, baby, tell me. What do you need?"

You knew the questions applied to more than just the serious fucking you craved that moment, and had craved for months now.

"I need you," you whispered, staring into his intense eyes.

He moved you with ease a few inches down on his cock, relishing in your gasp as he stretched you so sweetly.

"Tell me how you feel about me," he demanded, keeping you pinned in place as you squirmed in his grip.

You whimpered in your desperation to be filled.

"I love you, Steve. I love your face, your tongue, your cock. Even your sadistic pleasure at torturing me like this," you gritted out, nails digging into his chest.

He groaned at your words and pushed you down on his cock in one swift motion until he bottomed out inside you.

You struggled to take in air as he kept you put with his hands on your hips, the new torture not being able to get away.

He looked on, eyes hooded as you gripped him like a vice.

"That's it, baby. You need this, you need me. You love me. You’re so good at taking me, swallowing me so greedily," he kept repeating as he rocked you slowly on him, waiting for you to adjust.

"Yes,” you repeated breathily as you started moving your hips in tandem with his hands. Soon he removed them, letting them hover over your waist as you moved on your own, riding him harder and harder.

You started riding in earnest, slamming yourself down on his cock as the squelching sounds of your arousal filled the room.

“Fuck,” he exclaimed. Your chest swelled with pride.

His eyebrows started to raise in a telling way that made you think you were actually gonna make him come, and you moaned at the prospect.

That's when he caught you by surprise, sitting up and flipping you over so you were under him, remaining inside you the entire time.

He wasted no time before he was pounding into you, the bed protesting the vigorous movement underneath, you encouraging it above.

He threw one of your legs on his shoulder, sitting up on his knees to get that angle that always made you see stars.

And boy, was he right on cue. His cock punched right onto your sweet spot and you arched your back, cunt involuntarily squeezing him.

"G-god," you choked out, hands clasping at his thighs, feeling how his taunt, bulging muscles moved under your touch as he fucked into your yielding body, bringing you closer to the edge with every thrust.

You looked up at his face, and saw how his hand reached around your thigh to ghost above your lower abdomen, seemingly contemplating.

You were right on the edge, vision blurred, sweat on your forehead as you looked on.

That's when he ran his fingers through the hair on the top of your mound and closed his fist around it. He took in a sharp, shuddering gasp and his movement faltered for a moment. His brows raised again.

His hand tugged harshly at your pubic hair and to your utter surprise, your orgasm exploded within you, your mouth opening in a small whine as your body went rigid.

Steve groaned deep in his chest before his eyes rolled back. His hand tugged harder on the fistful of hair, sparking your prolonged orgasm with a painful sting.

He gave a few, deep thrusts as his own release coursed through him and into you, filling you up with four months worth of pent up juice.

Through your haze you squeezed his thighs lovingly, nails digging into the skin. He was so goddamn, fucking beautiful.

Steve released his grip on your hair and let his softening cock slip out of you. He collapsed beside you on the bed, one massive, hot hand on your thigh to keep you connected.

You had early on learned that The Captain's love language was touch, and he would usually keep himself physically connected with you at all times during the first 24 hours back from missions - to your varying delight.

You lay there, listening to your pants as you came down from your high. It was all so strange, and all so good.

You turned your head towards him, taking in his glorious side profile with his straight and imposing nose, strong chin and ruff stubble, piercing blue eyes concealed by pale eyelids and a flutter of thick, long eyelashes.

“I gather the bush wasn’t a problem?” you teased.

The way he had reacted to it had been anything other than what you expected. You thought maybe you’d get some mild discomfort, some awkwardness and then just ignoring it all together.

Not ...that.

You mound still stung a bit from his harsh tugging at the end there.

He smiled and turned to meet your eyes, cheeks slightly pink.

“You gathered right,” he said, and averted his eyes in the cutest way possible. You rolled onto his chest and made him look you in the eyes. His hands found your back and started stroking a couple of fingers lightly up and down your spine.

“Where did that come from? If I’d known you’d react like that, I would have grown it out a long time ago!”

He laughed.

“If I’d known, I would have let you know a long time ago. Everyone I’ve been with before you sported the same...baldness as you normally do. And it’s not like I saw a lot og nude dames back in the day, ya know.”

Ah, that answered that question

As your thoughts lingered on his response, he saw his opportunity to grab the back of your head and bring you in for a sweet kiss. Starving and deprived, the kiss soon turned heated, and his tongue effortlessly slid into your mouth as you moaned at the intrusion.

You broke the kiss before it became too consuming, earning a disappointed pout from Steve as you quickly threw yourself from the bed. You pointed a finger at him.

“No, no, no, I am going to shower before you go any further, mister!”

He raised his hands in defense at your tone, but a smirk was playing at his lips.

“Plus, I think I need to shave a bit, don’t you?” you asked innocently.

Before you knew it, he had rushed forward, grabbed your wrist and waist and hoisted you back on the bed, effectively pinning you under his weight, one wrist in each hand at the side of your face. You felt your body humming with energy at his power demonstration.

“You’re not going to shave a goddamn thing,” he said matter-of-factly, though there was a playful tone to his voice.

You giggled at his words, which turned into a gasp as he leaned down and nipped at your neck.

“Do I need to go down there and remind you who you belong to? Eat your wet and hairy pussy like cream, taste my stain as it leaks out of you?” he rasped in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine and right to your core. The dirtier side of your Captain still took you by surprise sometimes.

Then your eyes flashed open as realization hit you. Cream.

“Oh my god, Ben and Jerry!” you shouted as you pushed at your restraint, and Steve, ever the intuitive, let you go immediately when he understood the moodshift.

You darted out of the bed and sprinted from the room.

“That better not be someone you're expecting,” Steve called from the room, and you couldn’t control your laugh as you bounded for the discarded grocery bag in the hallway.

As if...

Author’s note: This was my first one-shot, and a hell of a lot of fun. I don’t really remember where the whole pubic hair!kink-idea came from, but once it entered my mind, I couldn’t get it out until it hit the paper. I just imagine Steve being a real lover of natural bodies and natural body hair, ya feel<3 Thanks for reading, love you<3

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cherryblossomtease · 3 years

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In The Fairest Season ~ Part 1

18+ only- oral sex, strong sexual content see Masterlist for full warnings

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LATE SEPTEMBER

The field of pale long grass dotted by wild flowers, bends and sways in time with the distant waves far below the cliffs, its waters cold and black, its peaks bright white. There is no distinction between the sound of the wild, hidden shoreline and the wind whipping through the blades of grass which spread out like that wide sea far into the distance. This place is untamed, and completely unbothered by her.

She is sitting, still as a stone in its middle, like a fixed spot in time.

She, is soft morning beauty, and quiet, contemplative grace. She should seem out of place along the lonely Sokovian coast but instead it is hard to imagine her any where else but here.

She is the vision of life and love and a second chance at both, and she, is you.

The Baron is watching as you take a deep, slow breath of the country air, so clear and easy to inhale that it makes you a little sad to know that this has been here all along and you are only just beginning to explore it.

The city was wonderful in so many ways when it was all you’d ever known, but out here you realize just how shut in you’ve been, living between the press of stone and steel, breathing in the thick smoke of industry.

When the Baron first asked you to come, you’d feared leaving the excitement, pollution or not, but one look into his eyes and you’d been persuaded. You would do anything just to see them shine and his love had burned as bright as the sun when you said yes.

“Are you hungry? Breakfast is ready.”

Helmut’s voice is soft as the morning wind that lifts your hair and strokes your cheek. You’d felt his presence but only now do you turn to look up at him and find the man gazing down at you in his morning finery. A jacket and vest, the gold chain of his pocket watch catching the faint sunlight, his boots black and shining in the grass. Even at this hour he is every bit the Baron.

You feel next to naked in the white nightgown you’d snuck out in, but you wanted to feel the air on your skin and the earth beneath your feet. Sokovia should be experienced with all of the senses. You’d decided this the moment you arrived, and while your unrefined ways will be the talk of the servants quarters, you could not care less what they whisper about. This is your home now and you wish to know it.

“I am actually.” You answer and do little to hide your smile as you think to yourself that after last night, you could eat him out of house and home, but you’re too shy to say this out loud. However Helmut is an astute man and reads your face easily. He knows what you’re thinking of which draws out his own smile and he extends his hand to help you up.

When you are on your feet and at his side, he slips his arm around your waist and pulls you close to lead you back towards the stone wall that separates his land from the fields and cliffs and sea.

“You’re feeling well?” He asks, eyes fixed ahead though you can hear his sweet concern for you. You know why he’s asking, and a shiver of pleasure shoots through your belly as you shut your eyes remembering.

He held your wrists tighter as he thrust into you, faster, harder— it is overwhelming, but you love him— you cling to him, awed that this works, that he fits. A tear streams down the side of your face as you gasp wanting to scream from the sheer joy of it.

“Perfectly.” You answer opening your eyes and feeling a flush as you glance up. The memory makes your breath shallow as you speak. “I’ve never known such a perfect morning.” You hope he understands how deeply you mean it. The absolute only thing that compares, is the feeling of euphoria that washes over you while onstage. It happens just as you’ve completed an aria and the audience sits in silence, too overcome by your voice to react until they finally break out into applause. That, is what loving him, and being loved feels like.

As you walk together he leans over to kiss the top of your hair, still wild from sleep. He feels the same sort of untethered joy in this morning as you. The way he inhales your scent makes your heart flutter.

“I realize” He says walking upright again. “I don’t know what you like for breakfast, so I’ve had the cook prepare a little of everything for you to try.”

Your eyes dart up in the direction of the house. From here you can only see the east tower peaking up over the crest of the walled hill. “That’s so much trouble! I only need something small, an egg, a piece of toast.” You shrug.

Helmut laughs and shakes his head at you. He reaches and lays the hand not wrapped around your waist against your face bringing you close so that he may kiss your cheek. “A small breakfast may have been enough for you, the singer. But not you, the Baroness.” He says playfully, lips still touching your skin.

You melt against his warmth and think that while he may be right, it doesn’t matter. You like eggs and toast. “And as the new Baroness, I’ve decided on eating what I always have.” You say with your best voice of authority. “Wait.”

He halts the march towards home and looks down at you, his brow raised as he waits.

“I’d like some jam too actually. Mmm Raspberry.” You sigh and shut your eyes.

Helmut truly laughs now stepping around to block your path just before the break in the wall. “You can have all the raspberry jam in Sokovia. Please, Voljena, darling girl allow yourself to enjoy this life, it is yours for as long as you draw breath.” He says softly with his hands on either side of your face. “I know, it will take time to adjust, but I only want to see you happy."

You hold onto his wrist, sliding your hand over the back of his larger one. “Helmut… Happy is such a simple word, it’s a shame there isn’t a better one. I feel so many things all at once. But I promise I will say the words I feel in my heart as soon as I know them.”

His worry melts away to a look of content and he leans in to kiss you.

When his hands migrate down to your shoulders, his thumb stroking the soft line of your collar bone, he pulls away and glances down, chuckling softly. “As beautiful as you look out here in your nightgown, perhaps a coat next time?”

You laugh and blush embarrassment. “I like the cool air. And I thought I could come and go before anyone noticed I’d gone.”

He shakes his head and holds the back of your neck, “I knew. I felt the bed empty.” He says, his gaze slowly moving across your face, lingering on your lips.

You feel your knees go a bit weak. He does know how to make a woman feel wanted with the simplest of words. “I’m sorry I woke you.” You say, secretly happy to know that your absence was enough to rouse him.

“No, no don’t apologize. I’m pleased to see that you want to know my homeland.”

“Yes, but its mine now too, isn’t it?” You ask glancing out at the beautifully moody landscape.

Helmut nods and looks you over as though the love he feels physically hurts in the best of ways. “Yes, all of it. Everything I have is yours moja ljubavi” He whispers and kisses you again.

My love. Each time he says it you feel your heart swell.

He pulls you close in a way that sparks more memories of last night. They flicker, quick as a candles flame —his elegant fingers turning to fists as he pulls your nightgown over your head leaving you naked and vulnerable. But Helmut is kind and gentle as he touches parts of you that have been aching for this. He kisses and strokes, grabs and pulls until you lay on the bed nearly begging for him— you had not known that you could want something you’d never had so badly until last night.

When he takes your waist in hand now and turns you around so that he can walk you to the wall, your back finds the stones and he kisses you with a renewed enthusiasm. His mouth dragging from your lips to kiss along your jaw and into the curve of your neck.

You shut your eyes and run your fingers through his thick hair as he makes his way to your breast, your nipples pushing against the thin cotton of your shift, their color showing through the nearly sheer fabric and even you can see how badly they long for his attention.

“I want you here.” You breathe, pushing your head back against the wall, moaning from the anticipation.

Helmut glances up at you. The heavy look of desire in his eyes is a reflection of your own. He takes your left side in hand, lifting to suck your sensitive flesh through the material and you bite your lip, little moans and shivers your uncontrollable response to his mouth on your covered breast.

Releasing your nipple which now feels cold without his attention, Helmut reaches down and gathers your shift, raising until your lower half is exposed.

Your eyes meet.

Helmut's smile so often walks the thinnest of lines, you imagine he could so easily go towards darkness especially with what you know him to be capable of. But you are drawn to this and to him like a moth to the flame.

Holding your breath, you wait. Wanting him, completely unsure and a little afraid of what it is he will do. And then you feel his hand, warm and strong rub down over your mound of silky hair to the soft skin below; the gold ring on his little finger is cool against your skin.

He strokes a small circle with his fingers pressed close together, much like he did in bed, watching you to see your reaction. You try to hold back but even this simple stimulation feels so good that your mouth opens with a sound you thought you could only make under the cover of night.

Helmut smiles wider and nods for you to take the hem of your shift. “Hold it up.” He says. You quickly grip the night dress tight against your stomach as he goes to his knees —lord, in his beautiful trousers, you grin— and looks up at you, but not at your face.

The way he stares boarders on sacrilegious. He kneels before your alter of lovely folds and glistening skin like a man seeking penance before the only true thing he believes in.

His thumb strokes, parting you just enough that he may tease himself with the view and you hear him humming a deep moan. He takes hold of your ankle and moves your leg out so that your thighs are farther apart before using both hands to spread you, exposing your most intimate places to the wind and you toss your head back, holding onto his shoulders as he dives in to praise you as you’ve never felt before.

This did not happen last night.

You gasp loudly—shocked and resistant— but he grabs your thighs, sliding his hands up and around to your backside, holding you tight, burying his face in the heat of your center until you fear he won’t be able to breath… and then he starts to move his mouth and you think, let him die if this is how he goes.

Laughing as you moan, your eyes roll shut, feeling his tongue swirl and lap, exploring and playing as much as he is working towards something.

You’ve heard of this? Heard the other theatre girls laughing about the skill of the different Lords who see your kind as fair game, but you’ve managed to avoid their honeyed words and empty promises, instead dedicating your life to your singing.

But this man… every word from his lips has been as true as his tongue.

He starts to suck at that place only you have ever touched before last night and when the perfectly crude movements combine with the trust and love you cary for him, you realize what it is he wants to make happen.

It almost did before, but you were so overwhelmed and nervous. It was incredible to know that you could make him climax, powerful even. But how would he ever be able to do the same for you when you needed more than he did.

Now you understand.

With your hands full of the shift and his hair, you feel the pressure begin to mount. Opening your eyes you look out past the field to the distant water that looks as calm and still as the sky. Helmut is rolling his tongue around the peak of your clitoris slowly, so slowly you can’t stand it. It makes you want to scream and you feel your chest tighten as you tilt your hips forward urging him to never stop.

So this is what it feels like…

You dare to look down, watching his head move which makes you smile with a rush of love and appreciation for his efforts. A gasping laugh rushes from your lungs as he runs his tongue from opening to peak, and you catch a glimpse of his mouth wet and shining when he pulls back to take a breath.

You involuntarily moan his name and pull at his hair, needing more with an urgency you will be ashamed to admit to when this is over, but for now it’s all you want.

You feel him chuckle against your skin before continuing. He sucks your clitoris into his mouth and batters it with his tongue until you can only cling to him and let the wind carry the loudest of your cries away from the keen ears of the servants just behind the wall.

The rise begins again, and though you've known it before—alone in your bed, quietly sighing into the dark— this is new and as your body insists you feel it not only there but seemingly everywhere, you succumb to the wonderful shock of your first given orgasm.

Pulsing against his mouth, your eyes fixed on the sea as you come, you fight the urge to fall to the ground as your thighs flex against his face while Helmut laps at your tight entrance. He swallows your sticky sweetness as though it is the elixir to long life.

When he does finally pull away, you drop your shift and wrap your arms around his neck and head, thankful for his strong and steady arms that hold you up.

Helmut lets go with one arm to run the back of his hand across his mouth with a smile. He looks up at you, and suddenly the strongest urge to taste yourself on his lips takes hold which surprises you. But the moment you bend and kiss him, you understand why.

There are so many levels to the connection between the two of you. Of course it is not new, this sort of love, but it is the first time you have ever felt it.

You inhale as you kiss and the sense of there being no start to him or end to you is intoxicating. There is only this single union that your love has formed.

Of course I’m happy— you think back to his heartfelt request before you’d both forgotten about breakfast— I am loved and satisfied. I am your wife.

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dmcvergillament · 3 years

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Bedtime Stories [Part 1]

Fem!Reader x Vergil

Summary: Unable to sleep, young Nero requests a bedtime story. You happily oblige and weave a tale that Vergil recognizes. Nero falls asleep to the legend of the dancer and the dragon and Vergil remembers how he fell in love with you.

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Tucking little Nero in for the night, Y/N kisses his forehead. "Sweet dreams, my little angel."

Vergil picks up toys off the floor.

Nero catches Y/N's hand to stop them from leaving. "I...can't sleep without a story."

Vergil looks up from studying a blue bird plush he found. It looked oddly familiar...

Y/N smiles and sits back down on the bed to brush aside Nero's bangs. "Alright. What story shall I tell?"

Nero snuggles up to his chin in his comforter, eyes shimmering with curiosity. He waits for his mother to begin.

"Ah! I know: how about the legend of the dancer and the dragon?" suggests Y/N.

Vergil pauses as he sets the bird down alongside a black cat on a shelf. His interest is also piqued. What fantasy is Y/N spinning now?

"In a land far, far away in a time long, long ago..." begins Y/N, twirling her hands.

'There they go again with that dramatic voice,' thinks Vergil. Still, he cannot deny how his lover never fails to spark wonder in their son's eyes. Only a few words in and she has Nero's full attention.

"...there was a dancer who could mesmerize entire palaces with every step. When they moved it was like watching petals on the breeze. The soft colors of their clothes twirling around their long legs. Stories spread across many kingdoms of not only their unrivaled skill but also that of their bewitching beauty. All that bore witness to their dance were charmed. It was like a magic spell only they could use," continues Y/N.

"Were they as pretty as you, Mama?" mews Nero, tilting his head in that way that always melted Y/N's heart.

Y/N reaches over to stroke their son's ivory hair, before opening her mouth to say---

"What a foolish question." Gliding over to the bed, Vergil sits opposite of Y/N. His eyes flicker to Y/N before he continues, "Do not compare a rose to a field of dandelions."

Nero seems satisfied with this answer.

Y/N gestures for Vergil to not interrupt before she adds, "So one day the dancer gets invited to the royal palace to perform. Afterwards, the King becomes so enthralled, he begs them to stay and marry one of his sons. The dancer politely refuses and leaves. This was not the answer the King had hoped for and so he hired a famous knight to find her and bring her back to the palace."

Rubbing his chin, Vergil wonders, 'Why does this sound oddly...familiar?'

"This knight always wore brilliant, scarlet armor, so the people called him the 'Crimson Knight'. Legends spoke of how he could slay any monster and of the sword he carried upon his back. It was a grand sword said to be enchanted with an ancient magic that allowed it to cut through even dragon hide," explained Y/N, waving her hands like she was trying to make the sword appear.

"He was a dragon slayer?" asks Nero curiously.

"No matter how tall or dangerous the monster may be, he was always victorious. While many claimed to have been witness to such a feat, no one knew for certain if he had slain a dragon. After all, dragons were the most powerful of foes. They were cunning, proud, and equipped with immense magic," answered Y/N.

"Could he beat a dragon?" questions Nero.

"He most certainly believed he could. After all, he was the Crimson Knight: the warrior of all the human kingdoms. Whenever a monster appeared, he was called in to defeat it," replied Y/N with a nod.

"Sounds like someone I know," grumbles Vergil.

"Shhhh."

"But here he was faced with a strange request: to hunt not a beast but a woman. A woman armed with only an aptitude for dancing. This was not a job for the Crimson Knight. The King---afraid he'd decline and she'd slip away---lied. He told the knight that the dancer was harboring a curse set upon her by a demon. That if she was not found and brought back to the palace to be purified, she would die. Now this resonated with the Crimson Knight. How could he let such a beauty wither and wilt from such misfortune? So he set off to find her," continued Y/N.

"How could he lie? She's not really cursed, is she?" asks Nero with a frown.

Vergil interrupts, "People lie because..." He clears his throat. "Sometimes they lie to get what they want."

"She's not really going to die, right?" whispers Nero.

Vergil glances at Y/N. "No, she won't."

Y/N nudges him with an elbow. "Shhh, no spoilers."

"So without even knowing she was being followed, the dancer hopped from town to town to perform. Rarely did she stay for more than a few days in the same area. Her heart was set on adventure and she enjoyed the journey even if it was tedious without a horse or carriage. She felt as free as the birds in the sky. With her spirits soaring, she set out for the neighboring city. However, along the well-trodden path, a man appeared. Whipping his cart into a frenzy, he was approaching fast. Spotting her, he jerked on the reins and nearly fell off the bench. 'Young lady! Young lady!' he gasped. 'Turn back now! Only death and hellfire awaits at the end of this road!' Stunned, the dancer asked him to explain. 'A dragon has appeared! He has built his den inside the ruins of the castle and he strikes down all who disturb him! The people are terrified! Protect yourself and run while you still can!' Then with a crack of the reins, his cart was disappearing down the road in a cloud of dust. The dancer stood there flabbergasted. How can there be a dragon of all things? Were they not creatures of myth? Not believing in the danger, she continued onwards despite the warning."

"No! Don't go! You'll get eaten!" gasps Nero, burrowing deeper into his comforter to hide.

Vergil snorts. "Depends on what you mean by 'eat' her."

Y/N shoots him a look. Luckily, she seems to be the only one to catch it. Nero is oblivious as he is too busy trying to blend in with his pillows.

"Anyway..."

"Our heroine reached the city and was hit by a startling revelation: it was quiet. Walking through the marketplace, she found stands of fruit abandoned and carts of goods unprotected. Where was all the hustle and bustle? Where were all the people? Further up the road, shutters rattled and there were hints of movement. The dancer wondered if she'd even be able to perform here if there was no one to be the audience. Then an idea stuck her: what if she could coax the people out with her talents? If not dancing, then maybe a lute or harp would soothe their spirits and rekindle the city's vigor. So she sought out the very reason she had come to this territory specifically: the grand theatre. There all kindred souls of music and art showcased their passions. She had hoped to connect with other performers here who were as dedicated to their craft as she was. Spotting the gold rooftop shimmering in the evening sun, she scurried towards it with a renewed excitement. Throwing the doors open, she gleefully announced her arrival."

"Only to be met with silence."

"How can a place of boisterous joy be silent? On hooks and shelves, all the instruments sat idle. Not a single string was singing. Even the tables were vacant with not even a crumb set out for the mice. 'What is going on?' she wondered. Still, she was even more determined now. Picking up a lute, she played a few notes. Testing its voice, she listened to the hearty tones and wondered how anyone could have put it down. Jumping into an energetic melody, she smiled to herself. This hall echoed the sound perfectly: each note complimented each other rather than drown in a sea of cacophony. Erasing the silence eased the chill that had settled in her chest. That is, until someone snatched the lute from her hands. 'Are you mad?!' hissed a man, 'You'll draw the beast right to us!' Confused, she asked him to explain. 'Music attracts him. If you keep playing, he'll come back!' She asked him if he was speaking of the dragon she heard about. 'Yes. He has settled into the castle on the hill. Both the castle and its lord perished many years ago. The city has never been quite the same since. Now this monster has taken over and the peace in our hearts have been shattered.' The man's words sowed worry in her heart. Yet, something struck her funny: if this dragon was so vicious, then why did it only attack, when he heard music? Did music have some kind of power over him?"

"Did the dragon not like music? Why?" Nero peeked around the edges of his blanket.

Y/N fixed her son's hair behind his ear. He was already nurturing the start of a bird's nest.

"The music made him remember..." Vergil's eyes were glossed over. Y/N could tell he was somewhere else. "Remembering was...painful for him."

Not expecting a co-narrator, Y/N waited to see if he would continue.

"See, the dragon was cursed: his memories stolen from him. Hearing a melody sometimes brought those memories back in bright flashes. Remembering what he had lost pained him more than the sharpest blade. Rather than endure his past, he silenced the melody any way he could. Even if it was...cruel," explained Vergil, his voice dry.

Was that a twinge of guilt Y/N could hear?

[Continued in Part 2...W.I.P.]

#Reader x Vergil #DMC #Devil May Cry #Nero #Vergil #Dante #Nero's mother #bedtime stories #knights #dragons

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dracowars · 3 years

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frosty | draco malfoy

pairing: draco x reader

word count: 1,5k

summary: where y/n and draco compete in building a snowman

a/n: merry christmas everyone ♡ another small christmassy imagine for you <3 hope you had a wonderful day~

warnings: none

universe: harry potter

"Please pay attention to your little sister, Scorpius!", you call after your son who is wildly running through the high layer of snow, his little sister following him with difficulty because she keeps getting stuck in the deep snow.

Scorpius turns around at your words, runs to his sister and pulls her with him, helping her out of the snow before they both keep going.

The cold surrounding you, you zip up your winter jacket completely, wrap your arm around Draco's and put your hands back into your pockets, a chill running down your back.

"Are you cold, honey?", he asks you with concern while you follow your children. You shake your head in denial, even though it is more than obvious that you are cold. After all, you have been out here for several hours.

When your children saw the beautiful snow outside your house this morning, you could hardly stop them as they immediately ran outside and played in the snow. Somehow Draco managed to get them back inside to at least have some breakfast and later on you discovered why they had agreed to it in the first place.

Draco promised them that you would spend the whole day outside and even go sledding if they just eat up their breakfast. Which of course they did.

Right now you would much rather be in your small, cozy and above all warm house, instead of out here in the frosty cold which is slowly starting to freeze off your nose. Although you have to admit that it is a beautiful and heartwarming sight to see your two little ones frolicking around in the snow with so much joy after already having so much fun sliding down the hill in the park for hours.

Draco softly smiles to himself next to you and finally takes off his scarf to put it around you. At first you defend yourself, not wanting to accept it, but unfortunately you have no chance once he has set his mind. So you reluctantly accept it and thank him, the fabric around your neck making you feel much warmer already.

"Mommy! Mommy! Look at my beautiful snow angel", Scorpius calls out to you, excitedly jumping up and down.

"You will catch a cold now that all your clothes are totally wet, Scorpius", you make him aware when you reach him, Scorpius pouting immediately when you ignore his artwork.

"Let them have their fun, honey", Draco tells you reproachfully before turning to look at your son. "I think you did a great job, buddy."

"I wanna do one too!", your daughter Arcia giggles and lets herself fall back into the snow before you get the chance to stop and catch her.

Her happy laughter echoes in your ears as you watch her with an absent smile on your lips. Your smile grows even bigger when Scorpius and Arcia persuade their father to join them so that now all three of them are lying in the snow together.

Draco reaches his hand out to you in an attempt to get you to join them, which you refuse immediately and turn away.

"No, thanks. It is enough for me to just stand here and watch-"

Rudely, you are interrupted in the middle of your sentence when a snowball hits your back. Hardly believing what just happend, you need a moment to process before you turn around, stunned, and look at Draco, a mischievous grin on his face. Reading your face and knowing what is going to happen, your children quickly get up and take cover.

"Watch out, Daddy!", Arcia laughs from behind a tree as you bend down to form a snowball of your own. But before you can even get a good amount of snow onto your palm, you are thrown into the cold snow at once, letting out a loud gasp.

Draco traps you between his body and the ground, hands on either side of your face to give you no chance to escape.

"I am so sorry, love. Unfortunately, you are all wet now, too", he winks at you, but you are quick to lather his face with snow as revenge and push him off of you.

"Oh no! Daddy is losing, Arcia. We need to help him!", you hear Scorpius suggest from afar as he is already on his way to help Draco.

In the meantime you have managed to get up again and thus are now a few meters away from Draco and Scorpius, who both have a snowball in their hand. In fear, you take a step back.

"Guys, hey. We can talk about it", you try to appease them, but they do not give in and just look at you with a knowing look. "No no no no! Do not give me that look! Do you hear me? Draco, stop!"

Not listening to your words they creep closer and closer to you every second but right before they reach you, you can hear a loud cry. A cry that is unmistakably the one of your daughter.

You three stop moving instantly, Draco throws a startled look at you as you both turn to search for Arcia, who is luckily still standing in the same spot where she and Scorpius took cover before.

During your dispute earlier you did not even notice that three other children, probably the same age as Scorpius, have joined her and seem to have started to build a snowman together. However, said snowman collapsed a few seconds ago which also explains Arcia's loud crying.

When you reach her, the other children are already trying to calm her down, but she only does so when Draco picks her up on his arm and gently strokes her back, soothing her.

Looking at the amount of snow that is now in front of you and the children, the snowman seems to have been quite big already.

"I want to build a snowman, Mommy!", Scorpius tugs at your coat, drawing your attention to him while his little sister's crying slowly stops.

"Are you fine again, sweetie? Let us build a new snowman, hm? How about that?", you hear Draco whispering to Arcia, managing to fully stop her crying as she happily agrees.

Without thinking further, you kneel in the snow and help the children to create balls of snow, but when you hear Draco whisper again behind you and then another giggle, you turn around bewilderedly only to discover that Draco and Arcia have started to build their very own snowman. In the same moment, Scorpius also notices it.

"That is not fair! Daddy is much taller and stronger", Scorpius whines, pressing his lower lip forward.

"But we are only two and you are five!", Arcia defends herself and puts her little hands on her hips, pouting as well.

Your gaze wanders to Draco and you notice this spark in his eyes right away, which means that his fighting spirit is more than active. You accept his silent declaration of war with raised eyebrows and turn back to the children, giving them instructions on how to quickly build a snowman.

"Come on, Scorpius. They are no competition for us."

About half an hour later you are all proudly standing in front of your masterpiece: an almost perfect snowman who unfortunately does not have a nose. But that is exactly what makes him so special.

Admiring your creation, you suddenly flinch when you feel an arm wrap around your neck from behind.

"Already finished?"

Offended, you hit him with your elbow and turn around expectantly, your faces only inches away from each other.

"Perfection takes its time, Mr. Malfoy."

"Well, then I am even more curious on how it turned out, Mrs. Malfoy", he grins at you, but your urge to win has now also set which is why you just roll your eyes at his statement.

"I want to show you our snowman, Mommy!", Arcia speaks up out of nowhere and pulls you behind her, proudly pointing at her snowman while the others follow you. "I did the eyes and buttons!"

Despite the fact that you really want to win this competion by now, you have to hold back a laugh at the sight. He may not be the ugliest snowman, but still worse than yours.

"He turned out great!", Scorpius announces and the children admire the snowman together.

"Ours is better", you whisper to Draco before letting out a quiet chuckle and leading the way to your snowman.

"WOOOOOW!", Arcia yells loudly as she spots your snowman and runs next to it. "It is so much nicer than ours!"

A laugh finally escapes your throat at her words and your husband's shocked expression makes your laughing fit, as well as the children's one, even worse.

"B-But Arcia! You can't just admit it like that!", Draco stutters out, obviously frustrated with his defeat.

"But it is the truth. You always tell me that lying is not good", she smiles innocently, making her father huff in disappointment, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Oh please."

Giggling, you softly kiss your pouting husband's cold cheek and ruffle through his hair. Certainly, this defeat will leave a mark on him for several days so why not start to make it up to him again right now.

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fullmetalscullyy · 3 years

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royai week day 1 - king’s gambit/queen’s gambit

summary: It was a sacrifice. That was the true nature of this mission. Sending in a pawn to do the dirty work, so he could get the upper hand on the situation from the comfort of his office.

rating: t | words: 3075 | tags: royai, hurt/comfort, undercover missions, concerned team mustang, while riza goes off on her own to be a badass

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Havoc’s displeasure towards the idea is not vocal, but it is very clearly identifiable in the set of his jaw and the way his arms are crossed over his chest in quiet defiance. Roy doesn’t appreciate the narrowed eyes Havoc thinks he can’t see, but he is inclined to agree with his Second Lieutenant. More than agree, actually. Roy sides with him and his protest, but ultimately it’s not his choice. It’s a gambit she won’t give up, not now that the Lieutenant has set her sights upon it. And not when it can help so many people in the long run.

Perhaps the worst part is it has to be on Roy’s orders for it to work. It’s a good idea, a strategic and tactical one, but it’s on his head if anything goes wrong and also puts one of his subordinates behind enemy lines alone. It’s dangerous. It’s a risk so they can try to gain more control over the situation, and potentially put an end to more suffering. He would never have thought of it alone, but she had. The Lieutenant always had been the best out of the two them at making the tougher decisions. Ones that needed a more clinical view and less emotional attachment to get the job done. Without realising it, Roy could lead with his heart when someone dear to him was involved, but that had no place here. Not at work and not with so much at stake.

Roy hates it, but that’s personal, and is also an avenue he cannot afford to venture down. Not only that, but Lieutenant Hawkeye is a more than capable soldier, and is an adult who can make her own decisions. Professionally, he has to agree with her. It’s a good idea.

“Are we really going to feed one of our own to the wolves?”

Havoc’s question is quiet. It breaks through the silence they’d fallen into as they studied the map of a compound, a place that was the heart of their assignment. It causes Roy’s stomach to roll into a knot and he sighs quietly to himself. He had started to wonder when Havoc would start to voice his distaste. It was only a matter of time, Roy had theorised.

“That doesn’t sit well with me, Colonel –”

“Lieutenant,” Roy interrupts, starting to grow irritated Havoc would think Roy has assigned the Lieutenant this task heartlessly.

His heart is completely invested in this. More than it should be.

“It’s a gamble, but based on what? There should be back up going in from the start.” His voice is rising in volume, careening away from the quiet, contemplative silence they’d been in only moments ago.

The office door opens, and the subject of their argument enters the room. She’s heard Havoc’s complaints; Roy knows she has. He can see it in the expression on her face and the way her brow twitches and furrows at them both a fraction, before turning to close the door behind her.

Havoc’s breathing slows as his emotions abate. It’s obvious he didn’t expect her to interrupt or overhear their conversation.

“It’s my choice, Lieutenant Havoc.” Her voice is even and level, but there is a hint of something else to it as well. There’s a tinge of frustration, and rightly so. That’s more than fair. She’s not happy and Roy swallows when he realises it, afraid she’s going to take their nervousness towards the situation the wrong way.

There was never any doubt in her abilities from either of them. This reflex comes from elsewhere. It was concern for a very close friend; Roy knew of the history between Hawkeye and Havoc. They went back to the Academy and had always been close to one another. For him, it stemmed from emotions he should not name. A natural response to those emotions, but Roy also knows he shouldn’t voice or even think of them, for they are dangerous. They could be damning. But damn him, Roy can’t help it. He’d never forgive himself if the worst happened to her because of his orders. He’s already, either directly or indirectly – that was still up for debate between them even after all this time – caused her so much grief and hardship in her life. He refuses to add to any more of it. This mission has the potential to do so, and he is concerned as a friend, as well as something more.

“Hawkeye –” Havoc’s attempt to placate her doesn’t work.

“This will work,” she adds, “and I’m not giving up on it. It’s a simple in and out.”

“It may take months though,” he counters. “All that time with no backup. Can you blame me, us,” he gestures between him and Roy, and the latter wishes Havoc would keep him out of his argument, “for not liking it?”

“It’s not up to you.” Her brows draw together into an offended glare.

Havoc huffs because he knows she’s right. He just cares, like they all do.

Only, Havoc can be more vocal about it though.

Roy says nothing and simply observes. A part of him wishes to leave them to their dispute but he’s their commanding officer. He can’t back down from conflict between two of his officers. He has to resolve this.

“Lieutenant Havoc.” Roy turns his head to face him. He needs to regain control on this conversation, so his tone is even and professional when he speaks. “As Lieutenant Hawkeye has stated, this is her choice. She’s happy to go.”

Havoc says nothing. His lips purse as he looks at his old friend.

Roy turns his gaze towards the Lieutenant. “She’s willing to enter the compound herself so we can advance in our fight against this group.”

He meets her eyes head on, ensuring the contact between them is direct. He wants to convey everything he needs to with one look or speech alone, but the Lieutenant is not a mind reader, and this is a professional environment. So, he will try his best with the limited methods he’s been given. And if the opportunity to discuss his concerns privately arises in the future, Roy will grasp it with both hands and communicate with her as effectively as he can, to reassure her and voice his thoughts.

“I am just as concerned for the Lieutenant’s safety as the rest of the team,” he adds tactfully. “I don’t like the idea of any one of you being sent off to fight a battle yourselves without backup from the team. It’s happened once before.”

Roy pauses and that knot in his stomach tightens as he remembers Fuery being sent to the front in the South prior to the Promised Day. He remembers how they were divided, split up and left to fend for themselves after being such a tight knit group for so long.

Havoc’s shoulders fall and relax as he catches onto Roy’s meaning.

“However,” Roy continues, “if the Lieutenant has no issues with going, we should respect that.”

“I know,” Havoc relents. “I will.” Still, he looks unhappy, but the argument is dropped.

“It’s a risk I’m willing to take to help those in need,” the Lieutenant states, “but it’s a controlled risk.” Her tone softens as she joins them and leans over the map, looking down at it. “I appreciate the concern, but this decision was not made on a whim.”

“I know,” Havoc repeats. The fight is gone from him, as well as his displeasure, but his concern is still there. “I know you would’ve thought it through first,” he adds to try and placate her.

“It will work,” she assures. Determination overtakes her expression as her eyes rove over the map and Roy can’t help but wonder what her thoughts are, and what plan she is conjuring up inside her mind.

Her reply leaves no room for argument, effectively ending their conversation.

* * * * * * * * *

His steps need to be controlled as he walks towards the compound, and they are, but he wishes he could do the opposite. Critically he surveys the faces of the people being escorted out. There’s none that spark recognition. People are crying with joy, happy to have been liberated. Others have minor injuries and are being seen to by medical personnel.

The news reached them less than an hour ago of the Lieutenant’s success, but there was no word from her personally yet.

He needs to know… Roy didn’t know what. He needs to hear her voice, at least, over the radio. However that had never come to pass. He needs to see her with his own eyes to ascertain her safety and wellbeing. But instead, he was left searching through the faces of the survivors to no avail.

She walks out from behind the compound gates and Roy feels his breath catch in his throat with relief. The Lieutenant is upright and walking and initially, that’s enough for Roy. His exhale through his nose is long, but quiet, so those rushing around him do not hear. They are hurrying passed the Lieutenant, searching for others in need after she reassures them with a polite smile she’s okay.

Roy is unaware of them though. He shouldn’t be, but he is, because all his focus is taken up by her. The smile he manages to catch a short glimpse of releases all the tension from his muscles.

Then he notices the blood on her beige polo shirt. It looks dark, so it looks old, but Roy can’t be sure due to the colouring of the fabric. He’d rather not see it at all. There’s a tear in the fabric of the shirt as well, right in the centre, where something has penetrated and pierced her skin. The sight makes his skin flash with heat and his heart pounds with contained fury. As the Lieutenant walks closer Roy sees the scratches on her face. They’re superficial, so not too worrying, however they are still there when they shouldn’t be.

She greets him with a nod after all this time. Her steps are purposeful and confident. Determined, even. The Lieutenant doesn’t falter as she approaches.

“We got them, sir.”

The next thing Roy notes is her voice is strong. It doesn’t waver as she speaks despite the apparent injuries.

“And you?” It’s the first question out of his mouth but it’s not completely out of place. Any commanding officer would be concerned for their subordinate after such a long time of radio silence.

“Fine, sir,” she confirms. “My injuries are a result of a scuffle during the final conflict. Nothing to worry about.”

From the look if it, Roy doubts that claim, but holds his tongue.

“The plan succeeded.”

She doesn’t boast. It’s not an ‘I told you so’. It’s simple fact.

The Lieutenant knows he’d never doubt her abilities or capability to get the job done, and he’s told her that already to reassure his and Havoc’s worry comes from a well-meaning place, but she knows he gets more concerned than he should. More than is appropriate. Roy can’t help it. For personal reasons, he can’t – outside of any feelings for her as well. He cares for each and every one of his subordinates. He hates to sacrifice one to fight a battle alone, and to leave a comrade behind, but knows doing it temporarily can sometimes be practical or necessary in order to win a greater war.

Ultimately, the Lieutenant was right. Thankfully, the outcome is mostly positive.

Professionally, he’s grateful the plan succeeded. She has an eye for precision that he doesn’t, so her input was more than welcome for this mission. And it stopped more innocent people from coming to further harm. Personally, he wants to wrap her in a tight hug and not let her go. To dress her wounds and ensure she’s okay. It’s been a month of no contact, of not knowing how she was faring while undercover.

She came back to them though. He remembers that.

“Well done, Lieutenant.”

Before he can praise her further a medic rushes up. She extends a blanket out to the Lieutenant, who stares at it blankly. But Roy sees an opportunity and steps in. He thanks the medic and takes it, unfurling the material as the medic presses forward to assist those who may need medical attention within the compound.

“Here.” His murmur is gentle as he wraps the blanket around her shoulders.

“Sir –”

She’s gearing up to argue but Roy is having none of it. That blood stain doesn’t seem to be growing in size, but he won’t take any chances. Not anymore today where she’s concerned.

“That injury needs looked at Lieutenant,” Roy interjects.

“It’s fine –”

“Not the point.” He hates to interrupt her. His voice turns husky with emotion. Roy would say he’s surprised by the sudden turn, but in all honesty it makes sense.

It’s been a long month.

For that reason, he doesn’t relent on his grip of her shoulders. He steers her over to a free medic and remains close by as she’s treated. One arm crosses over his chest to clutch at his side while the other hand cups his chin in thought as the medic works. He questions her on everything that happened. It’s necessary and a conversation that is needed for the upcoming report he will need to write and sign off on. While he would like her to rest, he knows the Lieutenant is still willing to work. He can see her professionalism in the set of her shoulders even as the medic pulls away her ruined shirt.

In truth, he doesn’t want to leave her side.

It’s been a long month.

Roy knows he shouldn’t look at the injury, but he can’t help himself. It gets a quick glance, and that flash of heat is back, igniting on his chest and spreading right up to the crown of his head, and down to his calves. He grips his chin tighter with his fingers in order to control the sudden bout of outrage and anger towards whoever had injured her. The expression on his face remains neutral, but she catches him staring.

She’s far too perceptive.

He’s uncaring if she notices his reaction though. Besides, he’s sure Lieutenant Hawkeye understands. Roy is sure Riza would do the same thing if the situations were reversed. They’ve been paired together long enough for him to draw that conclusion with relative confidence.

It was a sacrifice. That was the true nature of this mission. Sending in a pawn to do the dirty work, so he could get the upper hand on the situation from the comfort of his office.

Riza Hawkeye was far from a pawn in Roy’s eyes though. In fact, far from it in everyone’s eyes. She was his queen, elevated so far above a simple pawn, and even him. She was the most important piece of the set and she’d sent herself in and gotten the job done efficiently and effectively. There was never any doubt in his mind, and he wants to express his admiration for her work, however now, standing before her, with both of them finally left alone as the medic finishes and disappears, Roy is simply glad she’s back. Everything else relating to the mission can wait.

“Are you okay?” His question is so quiet. He’s asking as more than a professional courtesy. He’s asking personally.

“Yes, sir.” Her expression softens and she nods. The Lieutenant tips her head back against the wall she was leaning against and Roy watches as the fatigue rolls over her like a wave. “My abdomen stings but it’s okay. It’s… Been a long month,” she adds carefully, but nothing sinister or worrying crosses her expression at the thought of her time here.

Roy smirks ruefully. “I had a similar thought.” He jerks his head to the side, towards his car. “Come on,” he beckons. “I’ll drive you home.”

She nods and straightens her spine, standing tall. “Do you want me to fill out a report first?”

He waves off her offer. “No. I want you to go home and rest. You will be debriefed tomorrow.”

“Thank you, sir.”

They’re silent until they enter the car. Once the doors are closed, it’s just the two of them and they’re free to talk about whatever they want. Roy has a lot he wants to discuss, but they didn’t have time. She is no doubt exhausted and probably just wants to go home and clean herself up.

“I’m glad you’re all right.”

Her lips purse as she stares down at her hands, folded on her lap. “You said you’d had a similar thought,” she states, then glances up at him. “I’m sorry it took me so long to get through to you all.”

Roy scoffs lightly. “Don’t be sorry.”

“You were worried, though.”

Slowly, Roy nods. “Of course, I was.” His reply is quiet as he speaks from his heart.

She nods and turns to stare at her hands again.

“Right now, I’m simply thankful you’re okay. I’m glad you’re back,” he smiles.

“I couldn’t leave you to do all the work without me, now could I?”

Her quip is most welcome, and it makes him laugh. The tension he’d held in his shoulders and jaw for the last month feels like it’s being melted away with the joy of the action alone.

“No, you couldn’t.” He turns on the ignition with a warmth settling over his heart. “Let’s get you home. You can get cleaned up while I make you something to eat, if you’d like?”

As he places his hand on the gearstick, a warmth covers his digits. Glancing over, he sees her hand – marred by an old cut and a few grazed knuckles – covering his.

“Thank you.” The Lieutenant’s head has turned and is inclined towards him. In the privacy of his car she offers him a small smile, but it has the brilliance to light up his whole world. “That would be much appreciated.”

Roy turns his hand over and loops his fingers gently around hers. It’s a tiny action – so much less than what he actually wants to do – but it’s something. It’s enough for now. It’s enough until they get into the privacy of her apartment.

“Of course, Lieutenant.” His smile is genuine, and he gives her fingers a final squeeze before letting go. “Always. You’re welcome.”

#royai #royaiweek21 #royai fic #royai fanfic #royai oneshot #emma writes

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justimajin · 3 years

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Til Death Do Us Part ♜ Pt.3

➟ Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

➟ Genre: Angst, Fluff, Eventual Smut

↳ (3k), Arranged Marriage AU

➟ Summary: If someone told you that you’d be marrying the Kim Namjoon, you would think you were being lied to, or worse, that you were hallucinating. However, fate seems to have it’s own ways of making the impossible possible and before you even know it, the title of Mrs. Kim is bestowed onto you. There’s just one problem: you’re not sure if Kim Namjoon is the person he says he is and the truth of your own identity is dangling by the strength of a mere thread.

➟ Warnings: 18+ rating, depictions of graphic violence

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➟ Previous Parts: Part 1 Part 2

➟ Next Update: Tuesday, January 5

Your feet pace back and forth.

It must have been two, three‒maybe four days? You can’t recall anymore. All that remains in your memory is hours of roaming the long hallways of the house, nearly close to memorizing the amount of lights from the ceiling, or the multiple portraits set aside in one particular hall, lining together every head that came after Namjung.

You know every room colour, every room door, every speck of dust that lingers behind, but you’re nowhere close to transparently knowing the shareholder’s inside out.

Not having their favour means no communication. No communication means no reports are sent back, the static box still stored and hidden away.

Your bottom lip has become battered from your constant chewing, losing track of how many circles you’ve paced at this point.

And yet, it isn’t very difficult for you to decipher the exact reason for your distress.

The shareholders don’t want you around. The moment you stayed during their meeting was off putting enough for them and Namjoon's sudden interest for you to be vocal about your father’s intentions had piercing glares thrown in your direction.

But you’ve been assigned a task and you have to accomplish it, regardless of their desires.

Sucking in a deep breath, the sound of the doors to your bedroom wrenching open completely fails your attempt to calm down.

Swiveling around, Namjoon stands in front of you, eyes wide with delight.

“Oh, you’re here!” He quickly enters, striding over to you in an instant. “Is everything alright?”

Realizing that you’re simply gawking at his abrupt presence, you hastily shake your head.

“I-I was just surprised to see you.”

He smiles warmly and for some reason, you immediately flush at the gesture. You wonder if there will ever be a day where you can get used to the constant tenderness his eyes hold.

He raises his hand and you simply stare, until he leans closer to signal you.

“Come with me.”

Blinking, you cautiously take his hand, and he tugs you away, far from the confines of your room and into a place that makes it easier to breathe.

***

A gust of a wind immediately hits you, the brisk breeze feeling cold yet exhilarating at the same time. It’s strength blows and ruffles your clothes, the flowers at the bottom of your feet delicately brushing up against your skin.

You spin around with knitted brows, facing Namjoon who stands a distance away from you. He’s still clad in the suit he was wearing from work, but his eyes are closed, as if he was trying to absorb and completely immerse himself with the wind.

A question sits on the tip of your tongue.

“Why did you bring me here?” You nearly have to yell, the sound of the wind and the distance not aiding with your voice projection. Namjoon dreamily opens his eyes, walking over to you.

“It’s my mother's garden.” He points to the flowers, a cascade beginning with white, down to lilac purple and petal pink, “They have a calming effect, don’t you think?”

A strained smile remains on your lips, “I guess…”

Namjoon takes a step closer to you, “I’m sorry.”

You turn to him, eyebrows raised, “For the way the shareholders acted with you during our meeting, for putting you on the spot like that, and then leaving you alone for so many days even though we just got married‒”

He abruptly pauses, a pondering finger left on his lips.

“Wait, I don’t think this is enough of an apology, just give me a moment.”

Spinning around as if to leave, your arm involuntarily reaches out and latches onto his suit’s jacket.

He glances at you with surprise and you let go right away, awkwardly stifling back a cough.

“I-Its‒...it’s okay.”

Namjoon is frozen, teeter tottering between remaining by your side and leaving at once. After a moment however, he makes up his mind and leaves, before hurrying back with what would be adjacent to a small tree in his hands.

There’s a frown on your lips when he presents it to you.

“It’s a bonsai tree.” He quickly clarifies, “I got it a while ago and have been maintaining it since.”

You hum, leaning closer to observe it. It’s best description would be a miniature tree, although now you notice the string of ethereal pink that wraps around the branches.

“It’s beautiful.”

A warm, knowing smile crosses Namjoon’s lips. He gestures for you to sit down, still holding onto the small tree.

“So you mentioned you were raised in the outskirts of the country? And then went to the imperial academy?”

You nod right away, “What was it like?”

“Um…” You attempt to wrack through your mind for an answer, “My family didn’t have much but tried their best to raise me. I ended up going to the academy because they assumed I would be the next L/N head.”

“Did you want to be the next head?”

“Not really…” You fiddle around with the hem of your shirt, “I just went because my parents wanted me to.”

“So you didn’t want to be involved with the business and you didn’t want to go to the academy?” Namjoon repeats, like he was trying to memorize the facts, “What did you want to do then?”

You blink, staring at him wide eyed, “I don’t know….” There’s a cloud brewing above your head, fog spreading, “I guess...I never figured out what that was.”

“Come on, there must be something.” He raises the tree in his hands, “No bonsai trees to look after?”

A wide grin spreads across his features, yet your expression remains stoic and confused. His smile begins to deflate, and he lowers his arms, but an unexpected smile cracks across your lips, morphing into a lop-sided one.

“There was one bonsai tree, but it wasn’t a plant, or a mini tree for that matter.”

Namjoon eyes you in intrigue, as if you were telling a story that he was enraptured in. A genuine smile surfaces on your lips, fond memories emerging from the depths of your mind.

“I used to love reading....with my father, every Saturday morning.” There’s a spark within your eyes, recalling the day you first peered into his library much to his own joy, “It was something he initially picked up on as a hobby and then later introduced to me. I still remember days where I used to be buried beneath books and my mother would scold my father for the habit.”

A snicker leaves your lips, “I got into so much trouble once, I didn’t attend my classes at the academy to keep reading and I’d never seen my mother so furious.”

There’s a ray of euphoria splashing over your features, eyes brimming with excitement and bliss. You can’t believe you can still remember these memories, memories that are years old and only consist of absolutely innocent times.

Times in which you were allowed to indulge your natural curiosity instead of exploiting it.

At that, your smile falls and you turn to Namjoon to apologize for your abrupt rambling, but your breath hitches in your throat. He’s extremely close to you, only a mere inches away, and although there’s a small tree sitting in his arms, the look in his eyes is enough to draw your attention.

You awkwardly cough, looking away with a flush spreading over your skin.

“W-Why are you asking me all these questions?”

Namjoon blinks, as if broken from a trance.

He meekly smiles, “We’re married now, but there’s still so much I don’t know about you…”

You swivel around, eyes completely wide. The loose dots clumsily connect, but it’s enough for you to understand his intention behind bringing you out here.

He’s shared a piece of himself with you, in hopes that you’ll share a piece of yourself with him.

Namjoon gets up holding the tree, offering you his hand. You stare at it for a mere moment, a thousand thoughts swimming through your mind.

Cautiously taking his hand, you have to remind yourself that this is all a simple mission ‒ nothing more, nothing less.

***

Namjoon takes you across the garden, pointing out the various flowers that he’s aware of, while you trail behind him and listen in. At one point his bonsai tree nearly falls from his hands when he trips over a sharp ledge, and you’re quick to offer your help in holding it.

This results in your carrying of the small plant, and Namjoon’s deciding to let you know what he named it.

“Cherry?” You repeat, knitting your brows together.

Namjoon hums, “Like cherry blossom.” Pointing towards the string of pink you noticed before, you realize that the faint dust was indeed the emergence of new blossoms along the branch. “I have other ones too, and they all have names.”

You perk your eyes up at that, continuing to slowly trail behind him. There’s something that uncomfortably itches at the back of your throat, the apprehensive feeling in your stomach increasing.

The longer you’re here, following along with Namjoon and listening to his thoughtful words, the longer the mayhem increases. Red flares are exploding in your mind, and heaving ringing pounds through your skull, dragging you back before it’s too late.

“Y/N?”

You suddenly jolt from the proximity, realizing you’ve stopped in your tracks and that Namjoon is gazing at you with troubled eyes. You’re about to shake it off, mutter that you were just lost in thought, when a loud blare rings through the air.

“Sorry.” Namjoon winces, hurriedly taking out his phone and swiping away the piercing sound. “Hello?”

You peer down at the tree in your hands, curiously holding a branch between your fingers. “The deal’s been finalized? Already, Yoongi?”

At the sound of the shareholder’s name, your head snaps up. Namjoon goes silent for a moment, before his voice dips into a lower tone.

“I-I understand...I’ll be there soon.” The line is cut off, and he looks up at you, an apologetic smile forming on his lips.

“I have to leave, it’s for an urgent matter.” He takes the plant from your hands, “I’m sorry.”

You instinctively shift as he moves, grabbing onto his suit jacket like before. “I‒…”

He pauses, eyes rounding. The naive look he holds makes you grimace, the lie easily slipping from your lips. “I-I really don’t want to be alone here….”

Confusion dawns on him and you gaze down at the ground, attempting your best to mimic a somber expression.

Namjoon tilts his head to the side and places a finger on his lips, as if he were deeply pondering.

“I-I understand…” Although his words suggest it, he struggles with the implication. Relief floods through you, hoping that your professing is enough to sway him.

However, the last thing you expect emerges from Namjoon.

His tone drops a register and his piercing eyes flicker at you, holding onto an alluring yet ominous ambience to them. It sends shivers down your spine and you instinctively want to back away from him, caught off guard.

“It won’t be pretty.” He sharply enunciates. Swallowing hard, you can only nod in response.

Without another look, he gestures for you to follow him.

***

It would be a lie to say that you’re not knowledgeable about the Kim’s.

However, to say that you’re too knowledgeable about them, would be most accurate and a fact that you’ve always been careful to conceal.

The Kim’s manufacture weapons. They have far more connections that an octopus would have limbs, and they spread out everywhere, making deals left and right.

However, these are simple facts. Easy to memorize and remember.

And hurdles away from reality.

The building is far from Namjoon’s office, and exhibits a strange bluish grey hue, almost as if it were abandoned for decades. Yet when Namjoon hurriedly paces ahead and the steel door creaks open, your jaw drops.

It’s massive ‒ assembly lines running parallel and forklifts moving along to put up the heavy bundles of steel. It becomes clear to you in that one exact moment, of how much wealth the Kim family truly reigns over your heads.

Your dilated pupils glance in Namjoon’s direction again and he’s occupied with opening a separate door, far from the catastrophic noise raising in the room. Following him inside into an expansive hall, you’re again confronted with the four individuals that seem to despise your very existence.

Hoseok is the first one to scorn, stepping forward immediately.

“You brought her with you?” He spits, eyes throwing daggers at your form from across the room. Namjoon intervenes in an instant, raising his hand.

“She’s staying.”

Hoseok appears to want to protest more, but instead remains silent with only a twitch of his nose and another glare in your direction. You’re taken aback from how he’s rendered mute, but Taehyung crosses his arms and focuses on you.

“You better keep your mouth shut.” Brushing past you, he turns to Namjoon, his demeanor shifting. “We’ve just received the samples today.”

Yoongi takes out a large briefcase and places it on the table before sliding it in Namoon. As he works his way through the codes on it, Jungkook begins handing Yoongi more of them, and he slides them along.

The moment the first one is open, your heart rate spikes up.

A colossal gun is encased within the soft black styrofoam, nearly double the size of your arm. It’s distressing structure includes a handful of large bullets, one of which Namjoon picks up and inspects.

Tapping the side of the copper metal, his gaze narrows in intriguement, as if the bullet in his hand were a mere lightbulb. “What is it made of?”

“Lead and antimony.” Yoongi clarifies, “It has long distance range.”

Namjoon hums and your fists tighten, nails digging into the flesh of your palms. You had never imagined the Kim’s would be exploring these kinds of weapons, a weapon so fatal when their business has only ever focused on producing simple handguns.

Apart from the severity of the new knowledge you’ve just obtained though, for some reason the glint in Namjoon’s eyes as he views them seems to frighten you more.

His next question drains colour away from your skin.

“Do they work?”

Yoongi smirks like it’s a question that shouldn’t even be asked. Taehyung reaches over, swiftly grabbing onto the abundant gun and lining it with his shoulder.

“Would you like to see?” He ponders, and Namjoon nods, backing away from him. Taehyung cranks back the hammer and closes one eye, directing his aim for the wall.

You patiently wait for him to release it, expecting to hear a sudden spike in the breeze accompanied by a loud boom. But that’s when Taehyung shifts his feet, changing his angle with a small smirk dancing on his lips.

Aiming straight for you.

Your heart pounds in your ribcage and before you say anything in opposition, he releases the bullet.

“….if you ever are found out, Y/N…..

....at the split second in discovering your true nature….

....the Kim’s will not hesitate….

...they will never hesitate at the opportunity to dispose of you….”

The sound of your palpitating heartbeat blares through your eardrums, breath completely halting. Save for the frozen state your body has entered, the sight of having all eyes glued to your form barely draws your attention.

The bullet has whizzed right by you, landing on the wall you are standing in front of.

Taehyung snickers.

“It’s hard not to show off these precious babies when you have a L/N in the room.” He remarks and from afar, Hoseok shares his knowing look.

“That’s enough.” Namjoon stomps over in Taehyung’s direction, grabbing the gun from his hands with a scowl.

“What?” Taehyung innocently questions, cocking his head to the side. “It’s not everyday that you get to see a L/N in here.”

He gyrates, facing you, “I was hoping a demonstration would have helped you understand how the Kim’s operate.”

“Taehyung.” Namjoon warns again, but he saunters over to you, not fazed in the slightest.

“How was your father planning to save the company again? By letting it drown first or by setting all his assets on fire?”

His sharp eyes twinkle with amusement, brows narrowed as if he were observing you. There’s a handful of words prepared to spew from you, ranging from how he was completely wrong and downright conceited, but you bite your tongue back, recalling why you’ve persuaded Namjoon to bring you along in the first place.

You clear your throat instead.

“Well you know what they say,” A small smirk curls on your lips as you meet his gaze, “The L/N’s never did understand true power.”

There’s no naivety leftover in your expression, no hint of hesitation remaining anymore. The card you’ve pulled out is one you’ve been taught rather than naturally embodied, and it’s one you’ve been persistent to never use.

But you’re running of time and the only one to carry out your mission, is to wholeheartedly agree.

Taehyung appears taken aback, prepared for a giant fire to be thrown his way that ends up only drowsed in complete water. Your response has rendered him speechless, but it’s not long before a smile begins to tug on his lips, the dark look in his eyes commending you for the statement.

When he steps back, you notice the look of intriguement surfacing on every individual present ‒ save for the man you’ve been married to.

Although you’re content that you’ve captured their attention, it’s hard to ignore the stunned eyes Namjoon sends your way.

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