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[softhairedhotch]

AHHHH FIRST FIC OF COMFORTEMBER YEAHHHH >:D comfortember day one: safe aaron hotchner x gender neutral reader after having a rough night out, you call aaron and he rushes to find you immediately. he fixes you up and the two of you finally admit how you feel about each other. word count: 1.5k warnings/content: mentions of fighting and alcohol but mostly fluff.

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you make me feel safe

Aaron wakes up to the sound of his phone ringing beside him. It gets to the fourth or fifth ring by the time he grabs it and anxiety bubbles low in his gut when he realises it’s you calling at almost three in the morning. Answering the phone, he immediately asks, “Is everything alright?”

“No.”

He’s up and out of bed instantly, throwing on the first shirt he finds and the closest shoes to the bed. “Tell me where you are.”

“I’m at, uh, I don’t, I’m… somewhere. My mind is all over the place.”

Aaron’s heart hammers widely in his chest. “Somewhere? Can you look around for me and see if you recognise something? Anything?”

“Okay,” you reply, voice shaky. After a few moments, you clear your throat. “I’m outside the bar we all went to a few weeks ago.”

“The Tipsy Ship? The one closest to work?” 

“Y-yeah, yeah.”

Aaron grabs his keys and runs out of his house, not even thinking about locking the door as he runs toward his car. Jack is sleeping over at JJ's; the house will be fine unattended for now. “I’m on my way. Are you hurt?”

“I think so.”

“You think–” Aaron stops to take a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose for a moment before shoving his phone into its holder and slamming his car door shut. “Don’t worry, I’m on my way.”

“Can you stay on the line with me?”

“Of course.”

***

When Aaron reaches the bar, his heart breaks at the sight of you standing alone outside. He tenses up once he notices that, not only are you alone, but dry blood covers your face, there’s a large bruise forming on your cheek, and the knuckles of your dominant hand are cracked and bloody. “God,” he mutters, running straight for you and grabbing you by the shoulders. He can smell an overpowering scent of alcohol on you and he winces. “What happened? Where’s the bastard that did this to you?”

You point toward an ambulance down the road. “The coward freaked out when I punched him back and thought he needed medical attention. Most they’re gonna diagnose him with is Dumbassery and Stupid Prick Disease.” You look back at Aaron and weakly smile. “And maybe a concussion.”

Aaron can’t help it, he laughs. “At least you haven't lost your sense of humour. But let's get you home and cleaned up, alright?” 

“Can I go to yours? I don’t really wanna be alone right now.”

He smiles. “Of course you can.”

***

Aaron holds a wet cloth to your face, reaching out to grab your chin between his fingers gently when you flinch away. “Sorry, sorry.”

“It’s cold, is all.”

“Sorry,” he repeats, gently dabbing away the dried blood under your nose and the corner of your lips. “Do you want to talk about what happened?”

“I got into a fight.”

“I can see that.”

You shrug, stumbling on your feet at the movement. Aaron gently grabs you by your elbow and shuffles you toward the kitchen counter so that you’re leaning against it for support. Once you’re stable, he begins to dab the other side of the cloth over your knuckles. “It was stupid, really.”

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”

“I know,” you sigh. It’s quiet for a few moments as you watch Aaron continue to clean up the blood. “He… the guy who punched me… I was on a date with him.” Aaron tenses. “And he kept buying me drinks and told me I had to drink them. I did because, well, free drinks, y’know?” You sigh and shake your head again, letting out a groan when it results in pain. “So stupid of me.”

“Hey, none of that. You’re not stupid.”

“Whatever you say. Anyway, I think he was trying to make sure I was drunk enough so that he could take me home without much complaint. I don’t know. I refused because I really wasn’t in the, uh, mood, and the night was a bust anyway, and he started… tryna touch me, grab me and all that, his hands were everywhere and I didn’t want them to be and…” You stop to take a few deep breaths, feeling sick at the thought of what could have happened. Aaron feels anger rip through his veins. “Anyway, he ended up punching me and I guess he wasn’t expecting me to punch back.”

Aaron grits his teeth. "Twice as hard, yeah?" 

"Twice as hard," you grin. 

“Good. That’s what I expect to hear.”

You tilt your head at him, trying to read his expression. “You’re not mad at me?”

Confused, his eyes meet yours. “Why would I be mad at you?”

“I don’t know,” you shrug, watching as his large hand moves over yours, his thumb gently sweeping over your skin. “I woke you up.”

“You woke– You– That’s what you’re worried about?” He gives you a fond look. “Yes, you woke me up. But I’m glad you did. Thank you for calling me. And for trusting me to help you.”

“I don’t think I trust anyone more than I trust you.”

Aaron’s hand stills as the words sink in. When he looks up at you, he notices that you’re staring at him with so much love that his breath catches in his throat. He hasn’t been looked at like that in… he can’t even remember. But when he thinks about it, eyes never leaving yours as you blink innocently at him, not understanding his revelation at that moment, he realises it’s the way you’ve always looked at him. With complete and utter adoration. 

As if he hung the moon and the stars.

“Oh,” is all he can get out.

“Oh?” 

“Yeah. Oh.”

Your face falls and he feels guilt grow deep in his gut. “You don’t trust me back?”

“What? I never said that.” He steps closer, moving a hand to your shoulder and looking into your eyes. “Of course I trust you. More than most people. More than anyone else, really.”

“Really?”

His eyes search yours and he nods firmly, squeezing your shoulder. “Really.”

You look all over his face before looking down at his lips, licking your own as your mouth immediately goes dry. “I didn't want… I… I didn't go home with that guy because of, uh, well, you. I couldn’t stop thinking of you... when I was with him.”

Aaron hums as his gaze drops to your lips. “That’s why I don’t go on dates.”

“Hm?”

“Because I can’t stop thinking about you either.” He inches closer, moving a warm hand up to cup your cheek. “Can I kiss y–"

“Yea–"

And your lips are pressed together before either of you can finish. The kiss is soft, sweet, gentle, and full of so much raw emotion that it’s almost suffocating (in the best way). Aaron moves his lips against yours desperately, holding your face in his large calloused hands as if you might break at any moment, and you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer. The moment your tongue brushes against his bottom lip, though, he pulls back with a heavy sigh. “Shit, you’re drunk. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, it’s okay.”

“No, it’s not. I’m totally taking advantage of you and–”

“Aaron.”

“I should know better and–”

“Aaron!”

“You should feel safe here–”

You press your lips against his again, effectively shutting him up. It’s a much shorter kiss this time, but not any less enjoyable. “I do feel safe, Aaron. Here, with you.”

“You do?”

“Of course. You make me feel safe; you always have.”

He visibly relaxes and pulls you into a hug. “So have you.” He sighs against you, resting his forehead against your shoulder. “I like being with you.”

“I like being with you too, Aaron.”

He smiles against you and holds you for a moment more before pulling back, hands still wrapped around you. His heart breaks at the sight of the dark bruise forming on your face and he leans forward to press a tender kiss against the skin, careful not to hurt you in any way. “I wonder how long we’ve liked each other.”

“I fell in love with you the moment I saw you, I think.” 

Aaron’s breath hitches at the admission. “You’re in love with me?”

You tilt your head at him, fighting back a smile. “Did I not make that obvious enough?”

“I… didn’t want to get my hopes up.”

“Well, get them up, Hotchner, because I’m in love with you, and I’m not going anywhere.”

Aaron’s face softens and he presses a kiss to your cheek, sighing in relief. “I’m in love with you, too.” He runs his hands lovingly over your back. “Now let’s get you changed into some comfortable clothes and into bed, yeah? It seems like we have a lot to talk about tomorrow.”

“Can I sleep in your bed with you?” 

He presses another kiss to your cheek. “There’s no other place I’d rather you be, sweetheart.”

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[batllethinker]

Bathroom | L.Williamson

Pairing: Leah Williamson + afab reader

Summary: Spending your night in a dingy bar wasn't how you expected to spend your time, even if it was to celebrate your girlfriends latest victory. You couldn't find it in yourself to care when Leah always made it up to you.

Warnings: alcohol, semi-public sex, celebratory sex, fingering, oral, top!Leah, pwp, petnames (R) | 18+ mdni

You sighed as you watched your girlfriend chatting it up with the random patrons of the bar you two decided to inhibit as a small, private celebration (if you count out her teammates and all of her fans).

You leaned back against the bar, taking small sips of your drink as you watched Leah stand on the small stage in the front, her smile was infectious even when it was not directed at you. She went through all of the team cheers, which were repeated back to her by an overly enthusiastic crowd.

Then her eyes met yours and she lit up even more, a hand reaching out for you despite the distance seperating you two and you chuckled despite yourself, loving her cheesy moments more than everything.

It didn't take long before she exused herself from the stage and made her way over to you, a bright smile on her face, one that hasn't left her face the whole night.

"Are you having fun?" You mulled the question over for a moment, you knew that you would have more fun if she actually spent her time with you even if you enjoyed seeing her like this.

"I would have more fun if my girlfriend spent some time with me" You shot her a pointed look as her smile dropped and she sighed in expatriation, the blonde leaned closer to you, a teasing glint in her eyes as she eyed you for a quick second.

"Is my baby feeling needy? Is that it?" Your eyes widened just a fraction as a pout painted your lips, giving her the perfect puppy eyes in hopes of getting what you wanted.

Leah rolled her eyes, and you knew that you had won, especially as she grabbed your forearm and dragged you to the restroom, pushing you into one of the stalls as she followed closely behind.

You were pushed against the stall doors without another word as Leah dropped to her knees, not caring about how she probably was ruining her expensive pants.

A needy sigh left you as you met the other woman's dark eyes, the sight of her on her knees was one you could never get enough of.

Leah chuckled darkly as her hands ran up your thighs, reaching under your skirt to pull your panties down your legs before pushing your skirt up enough to fully see you.

"God baby, you're soaked" You whined in embarrassment, your hand coming to nestle in the blondes hair.

She smiled up at you as she ran a finger through your folds, a sense of satisfaction washing over her as she heard your breath falter, your hips already bucking against her.

Leah soon replaced that finger with her tongue, humming at the taste of you as she ran it through your folds before lapping at your clit, her hands moving to pin your hips against the door.

You whined and writhed in her grasp, trying desperately to chase the feeling of Leah against you to no avail.

She smirked against you as she moved a hand to instead push a finger into you, loving how you instantly clenched down against her before letting her pump into you.

It wasn't long before she pressed a second finger into you and started to earnestly fuck you, her pace hard and fast.

You could barely hold yourself upright as you bucked against her fingers, the feeling of her fucking you alongside her tongue lapping at your clit was enough to send you over the edge.

You came with a loud moan, hips bucking wildly against Leah as she fucked you through your orgasm, her movements easing up with a last kiss to your pussy.

You shifted slightly as she pulled out of you and got off of her knees to give you a bruising kiss, smiling against your lips when you could barely keep up.

"We should get back out" she pressed a soft kiss to the junction of your neck as you nodded, doing your best to get your bearings as you held tightly onto her hand.

#cas writes #leah williamson #leah williamson x reader #woso fanfics #woso one shot #wlw post #lionesses

[knight-commander]

OC KISS WEEK - DAY ONE

Agria & Emery

Day One and it’s their first kiss!!! @thesolemnhour and I joked a lot about how silly it would be and so I decided to write it.

“Do you think a kiss would make it better?”

The question was so absurd that Emery had to stop crying, and he slowly wiped the tears from leaving any further tracks on his cheeks. He looked up to see Agria standing there, shuffling her weight from one hip to the other.

“What?” Emery said. He had to know if he heard her correctly.

“Kiss it better,” Agria said simply, as she gestured loosely at him. “I can’t do anything to undo your whole… childhood. But you look miserable. Could I kiss it better?”

Emery paused as he processed that he had indeed heard her correctly. He was still considering her offer when she sat down next to him, folding her legs to kneel. He blinked as she leaned in.

“Well,” Emery said. “It certainly wouldn’t make it worse.”

“I just want you to stop crying,” Agria said, bluntly enough that it stopped Emery from replying right away. He raised an eyebrow as she leaned closer.

“Wait, you were serious?”

“You weren’t?!” She snapped, stopping short just to glare at him. “Make up your mind! Do you want a kiss or not?”

Emery’s cheeks heated up underneath her gaze. “Well, I don’t want you to feel obligated just because I’m not—“

“Oh, shush,” Agria muttered, and braced a hand against the back of his neck. She pulled him in and Emery followed her guidance, and when their lips met it was clumsy and uncertain but it was warm, and all he could think about was the fact that his lips probably tasted salty from his tears, but it probably didn’t matter as much as he worried it did.

He reached out to brush his fingers against her other hand, and Agria slowly withdrew.

“Can I try again?” Emery muttered when there was more than a hair’s breadth of space between them. He gripped her hand as he heard Agria start to laugh.

“What, now?” She moved her hand from the back of his neck to his cheek, and swiped a tear away. His cheeks were still warm underneath his touch.

“No,” Emery chuckled sheepishly, glancing away from her. “Some other time. This isn’t nearly as romantic as I had contrived in my mind.”

“Mm, I see,” Agria hummed, as she leaned back on the tower steps. Her lips were curved up into a half-smirk, and Emery couldn’t look at her for long without his cheeks blushing red. “Well, I look forward to that.”

#pwotr pals #oc: emery #oc: agria #ockiss24 #oc kiss week #pwotr #they are my silly little geese #my silly little rabbits even #cas writes

[bloodyflirtation]

your blood is in my mouth // hannigram

rating: explicit word count: 1.5k summary:

Hannibal couldn’t prevent an almost imperceptible gasp escaping as the warmth splattered across him, a few stray droplets entering through his gently parted lips and landing on his tongue. - or - A 'missing scene' fic from the s1 finale - how Hannibal reacts to Will's blood ending up in his mouth

note: this is a birthday fic for my beloved qpp, and is a direct follow on from will getting shot in s1e13 - enjoy!!

#hannibal #hannigram #hannibal fic #hannigram fic #nbc hannibal #nbc hannigram #hannibal x will #will x hannibal #hannibal lecter #cas writes

[transprincecaspian]

This is the worst hand I’ve ever seen, Fenris thought to himself as he peered at the cards that Jurian tilted towards him. He tried not to let it show on his face; Donnic and Aveline were watching closely from the other side of the table, after all. When Jurian had asked for his help with playing the game, Fenris didn’t think that he’d be so abysmal at it. “Try that,” he said instead, tapping at one of the cards.

Jurian grinned and faced forward in his chair once again, but Fenris let his gaze linger for a few seconds more. The wine had flushed his cheeks pink even in the dimming candlelight, and the deep red of his tunic only served to emphasize it. It was a flush of delight and of life; Fenris had worried for Jurian when he had come back from his latest trip with dark circles under his eyes and sore shoulders, mumbling and dodging any questions about the Warden-Commander.

When Fenris leaned back in his own chair, he was met with a subtle and suspicious glare from Donnic. He smiled, just slightly, and everyone returned to their cards.

Fenris lost his next hand. To Jurian, actually, and to the surprise of everyone but Fenris. It had been easy enough to set Jurian up after Fenris got a good look at his cards, and all it took was one glance at his delighted grin for Fenris to know that he’d made the right call, even if it stung at his pockets. He looked up, and Donnic was watching with a raised brow. Fenris put a finger to his lips and not a question was uttered.

Fenris could have let it go, just the once. The thing about addiction, however, is that once is never enough. It was the very thing that Aveline had been crowing about for weeks leading up to their night all together playing cards—up until the point she began to win a few rounds. Fenris realized that she was right; any time he could have played a hand to win, he didn’t. He couldn’t. Jurian’s giddy laugh, the smug turn of his smile, the obnoxious way that he crowed and taunted, even if it was aimed at Fenris—it was worse than the wine. It was intoxicating.

Fenris was doomed—and at this rate, he was going to end up broke.

A little fluffy shortfic that I’ll probably expand on soon but I just wanted to get it out 😔 many thanks to @demandthedoodles who helped me cultivate this idea <3

#I have so many thoughts about this #the cheating at cards #being purposefully shitty #letting someone else win #just because you can #yeah I’ll definitely extend this fic lol #jurian amell #Fenris #jurian and Fenris #dragon age #dragon age 2 #da2 #Cas writes #my dragon age fanfic #wbtc

[fuckitwebhaal]

Gonna finish editing the next chapter of my longfic and then….

Maybe another halcyon x gortash fic? I’m thinking 3 fics and putting them in a little series. would anyone be interested in a little durgetash heist fic?

#fiwb writes #cas writes #oc: halcyon #durgetash #oc: Morningstar

[casvonriegan]

Je te laisserai de mots.

CHAPTER 1

Warnings: Major Character Death Fandom: Fire Emblem Warriors: Three Hopes/Fire Emblem Three Houses Pairing: Ferdinand von Aegir/Hubert von Vestra Characters: Hubert von Vestra, Ferdinand von Aegir, Edelgard von Hresvelg, Ladislava

War is raging across Fódlan, and the Empire must make a choice. Taking risks gets results, but of course, the consequences are not always worth it. In a mission gone wrong, one of the Empire's most esteemed generals pays the ultimate price in order to protect the ones they love.

And I leave you these words, my dearest Hubert...

Ladislava entered the room. Her clothes were torn and stained beyond recognition, blood and dirt caked deep into the fabrics. Bruises and scrapes covered every inch of exposed skin, and she walked with a lameness in her gait. She cleared her throat to get the attention of the two others in the room, unable to keep the despair from seeping into her face.

“Lady Edelgard. Lord Vestra.”

Edelgard looked up from where the two were scouring over some battle plans, her face immediately falling.

“Ladislava?” Edelgard abruptly stood from her seat. Hubert regarded her with his usual cold demeanor, his face devoid of any and all emotion, perfectly crafted to hide the swell of anxiety and unease he felt inside. 

“We did not expect you back so soon. What has happened?” he asked cooly. But the fear bubbled beneath the surface, threatening to rear its ugly head and break through. Any breath, any sound could be the one to give him away. His skin prickled with discomfort, for too much, too much was out of his control.

Ladislava remained silent for just a moment too long. Edelgard continued in her stead, her voice laced with desperation.

“What of Ferdinand's forces? Have they returned? Why is he not with you?!”

Ladislava’s shoulders slumped, her composure crumbling.

“Your Majesty, I… must regretfully inform you that our reinforcements arrived… too late.”

Edelgard choked on a breath. “What do you mean ?”

…What?

Too late…?

Hubert's heart felt like it had come to a complete stop. He grunted in discomfort, but it was quiet enough that neither of the others in the room paid him any mind. There was no other tell that could yet give him away. He was still protected behind his unfeeling, unthinking mask.

“I am so dreadfully sorry, Your Majesty,” Ladislava continued, voice shaking. “Upon arrival we were already overwhelmed by Riegan’s forces. Ferdinand and his battalion were completely bested. It was all we could do to get ourselves back alive.”

Hubert trembled where he stood. He tightened his grip on the battle plans he’d brought to Edelgard for review.

“My own battalion suffered major losses. It was clearly Claude’s intention to entrap us in Alliance territory from the beginning. He and Lord Gloucester must have planned for this to happen exactly as it did.”

Edelgard cursed, falling back into her seat. “I should have sent another general with him… Damnit , I never should have let him go alone!”

“Please, Your Majesty. This is not your fault. It is mine. I could not move quickly enough. It was my duty to put a stop to this, and I failed.”

Edelgard was silent, quiet tears falling from her eyes onto the papers strewn across her desk. Hubert stood unmoving next to her, barely breathing. He stared into the nothingness of the ground, fearing that any attempt to speak, to move, to breathe would result in him completely falling apart.

“Ferdinand,” Edelgard choked out finally. “He's… he's…?”

“I’m afraid so, Your Majesty…” Ladislava said solemnly.

“How can you be sure?” Edelgard demanded, slamming a fist down on her desk, the words thick with desperation.

“I watched as Claude himself delivered the finishing blow to General Aegir. I… I tried your Majesty. I moved as quickly as I could, but I… I was too late…”

Too late.

Reinforcements were called as soon as they'd received word from their stronghold against Gloucester territory that the Lord had retracted his allegiance. How did they not make it in time. How had Claude managed to pull together such forces in such a small amount of time?

...Ferdinand…and his battalion…bested…

His battalion? Sure. They'd been hand-picked by the man himself, but perhaps they were not as skilled as Hubert remembered. Surely even if none of the battalion made it, Ferdinand was absolutely skilled enough to best Riegan and make it out alive.

…

But the Ferdinand he knew would never abandon his men, would he?

His mind was at war with itself, Hubert realized. Trying, in vain, to match sense and logic with desires and desperation. To look at all the facts that had been presented to him and promptly cast them aside, instead opting to believe what he so badly wanted to be the truth and make up evidence to support it.

Ferdinand… you fool. How could you do this…?

Hubert brought a shaking hand to his chest, willing his damned lungs to take in air. He couldn't breathe. But no, he was breathing too much, too quickly, too shallow. The oxygen couldn't make it to his brain. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't think .

“Ladislava, you are dismissed. Please inform the others. And, please see to it that no one comes looking for us for a while.”

“Consider it done, your Majesty.”

…

“Hubert?” Edelgard asked softly. The man hadn’t moved an inch since he’d asked Ladislava why she was here.

Finishing blow… General Aegir…

Hubert choked on a sob and his body finally gave in. He fell to his knees, the paperwork he’d been desperately clinging to falling from his grasp and fluttering across the floor in front of him. His heartbeat thumped in his ears. He couldn’t hear anything else. He didn’t want to hear anything else. Damn it all , he'd heard more than enough.

Lies. It all had to be lies. Hubert could not stand the words otherwise. Ladislava was simply mistaken. There was no way that Ferdinand von Aegir fell to the likes of Claude von Riegan. The notion was laughable. Asinine. And this was no time for jokes, damnit, they were in the middle of a war!

“...ubert…!”

Claude was a devious schemer and a brilliant tactician, this much praise was due. But Ferdinand could never, would never fall to the likes of him. Ferdinand was a brilliant fighter, his quick wit and sound decision-making saving them on multiple occasions. His prowess on the battlefield was truly unmatched. Even the Empire’s most skilled fighters couldn’t best him in their training. Ferdinand himself had felled general after general of high standing in both the Kingdom and the Alliance.

“...Hubert!...”

…

It was Edelgard’s voice. Somewhere out there, trying to reach him. He wanted to grab for it, to latch on to it and never let it go. What he should have done when Ferdinand insisted that he and his battalion take the initiative to begin marching through Gloucester territory.

“Do you not trust me, Hubert?” Ferdinand had demanded, sporting his typical half-pout whenever Hubert had tried to talk him out of charging forward into enemy lines. Hubert had to give him credit, though, he was particularly motivated to get moving on this mission.

“You need to use that head of yours to think sometimes, Aegir ,” Hubert had scolded. “You’re a general; your topmost priority needs to be the survival of yourself and your troops.”

“I will be in Gloucester territory, Hubert. They’ve sworn fealty, and will undoubtedly send reinforcements should we require them.”

Edelgard had agreed then. “He’s our best chance to actually make some headway into Alliance territory while they’re still reeling from the split with Gloucester and Phlegethon territory. We have to trust him, Hubert.”

“Then let us send additional Empire forces,” Hubert had countered, his tone almost desperate. “One battalion won't be enough to counter Riegan’s army should the worst come to pass.”

“So that's it then, you don't trust me!” Ferdinand accused. “You don't think I can handle this!”

“Ferdinand quit spouting nonsense, you know damn well you're one of the only people in this world that I do trust,” Hubert bit back. “It is Riegan that I wouldn't trust half as far as I could throw him.”

Slight color had dusted Ferdinand’s cheeks. “Well, to be fair Hubert, you could probably throw him quite far.”  

“Ferdinand, this is truly no time for your dreadful jokes.”

Edelgard stepped in then, resting a reassuring hand on Hubert's shoulder. “We cannot afford to part with more forces right now, Hubert, we are already spread so thin. We have to trust in what few allies we’ve made. It is the only choice we have.”

Hubert had finally sighed in resignation, dread weighing heavy in his heart. “Yes, Your Majesty.” He turned and walked away, having nothing else positive to say on the matter.

Ferdinand offered apologies to Lady Edelgard before running after him.

“Hubert, don't you think that this is a little ridiculous, even for you?”

Hubert had bit his tongue and kept walking. Ferdinand groaned in frustration, running to catch up to him.

“Hubert, for the Goddess' sake, will you slow down and talk to me?”

“I doubt I have anything to say that you wish to hear, Ferdinand,” Hubert bit back. 

“Then will you at least stop and hear me?”

Hubert stopped abruptly, Ferdinand nearly tripping over himself so he didn't collide into him. Ferdinand had muttered something under his breath as he regained his composure, moving so that he and Hubert were face-to-face.

“Look, I know you don't trust Claude. And to be truthful Hubert, neither do I. And I'm sure Lady Edelgard has her own reservations. But this is war, and sometimes we need to take risks.”

Hubert crossed his arms. Since when was Ferdinand the sensible one, leaving him to be the dramatic? He despised the way their roles had been reversed. “Risks that involve one of our most skilled generals practically throwing himself to the wolves?”

“Hubert, please,” Ferdinand had truly begged, his pleading gaze holding Hubert firmly in place in front of him. “I need you to trust me more than you distrust Claude.”

Hubert took a deep breath. “Ferdinand, of course I trust you. You know damn well you're the only one I think capable of pulling this off other than Lady Edelgard or myself.”

Ferdinand had smiled then. “My men are skilled fighters. Even in the case we do cross blades with Claude’s forces, I know that we can hold our own. Especially considering we've got you on the back swing.” Ferdinand gave Hubert a playful nudge. Had anyone else dared touch him, they'd be reduced to atoms. But, seeing as it was Ferdinand, Hubert could only fight the smile that threatened to make its way to the surface. In vain, of course. Ferdinand beamed brighter when he saw the small smile tugging at Hubert’s lips.

“This is going to work, Hubert, I promise.”

Hubert shook his head. “No, I need you to promise me something else.”

Ferdinand tilted his head in question. Hubert took Ferdinand's hands into his own, the latter blushing from the gesture and from Hubert's intense gaze.

“You must promise to return to us. Unscathed if you can, but you absolutely must return to us. To me.”

Hubert hadn’t entirely meant to include the last part, but he dared not take it back. Ferdinand was astounded by Hubert's serious demeanor, paired with such blatant, genuine concern for his well-being. Usually Hubert's care came in the form of snide comments and back-handed compliments. This was… uncharacteristic.

Ferdinand would be lying if he said it didn't unnerve him. But, steeling his resolve, he gave Hubert’s hands a comforting squeeze.

“There is nothing in this world that could stop me from returning to the Empire. Rest assured, Hubert, this isn't the last you'll see of me.”

“Hubert, please, look at me.”

He looked up. But he could not see. His vision was completely clouded, as though they’d been shrouded in the densest fog. 

“You were right. I should have listened to you," Edelgard began, voice quivering. "Oh, Hubert, I am so sorry.” 

He felt the warmth of Lady Edelgard’s embrace around him, her body shaking with the force of her sobs. He hugged her back, burying his face in the crook of her neck. He could not remember the last time he'd broken down like this in front of her. He could not remember the last time he'd broken down like this period.

Edelgard continued whispering desperate apologies to him as they both cried.

Eventually the tears stopped and they sat there, their quiet, ragged breaths the only sounds in the room. They were oddly grounding, in a way.

“Hubert,” Edelgard asked softly, her voice hoarse.

“Yes, Your Majesty?”

He was shocked with the clarity of his own voice despite having just sobbed harder than he had in decades.

“Can you ever forgive me?”

Hubert’s head fell, the smallest hint of a chuckle on his lips. “Oh, Lady Edelgard, there is nothing to forgive.”

“It is my fault-”

Hubert immediately stopped her. “You made the call that you believed was best for the Empire. You mustn't begin to doubt yourself now. Ferdinand surely didn't. And neither do I.”

Hubert looked up, and his heart cracked at the sight of her. Her eyes were red and wet with fresh tears. He hadn’t seen her this broken since… since she'd come back from Those Who Slither in the Dark all those years ago. 

He failed to protect her then. He must protect her now.

“Hubert…” 

“Lady Edelgard, you have spent your whole life fighting for what is right. You inspire all of us to fight with everything we have, to see your vision come to pass. Ferdinand was surely honored to fall fighting for a better future for the people of Fódlan. He would not resent you for this.”

“But what about you, Hubert?” Edelgard asked desperately. “I didn't listen to your concerns, and now, the one you held most dear, he’s…”

Without thinking, Hubert took Edelgard’s face into his hands.

“My Lady, there is not a thing in the world you could do that would make me resent you. He… Ferdinand is not the only one I hold most dear.” 

Edelgard visibly melted in relief, falling back into Hubert's arms as fresh cries tore their way from her lips. Hubert held her tight.

“His death will not be in vain. We will continue to fight for the Empire. For Fódlan.”

#cas writes #ao3 linked in Chapter 1 text! #fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem warriors three hopes #fe3h #few3h #ferdinand von aegir #hubert von vestra #ferdibert #edelgard von hresvelg #ladislava #based on events of golden wildfire/golden deer route few3h

[daddycassie]

CAS I LOVE YOUR FANFICS AND WRITINGS SO MUCH OMG

THANK YOU SM YOURE ONE OF THE REASONS I DO IT 🫶🫶 ILYSM

(btw, chapter five of fight or flight will be out within the hour ;) )

BTW YOUR FACE, SO PRETTY LIKE WHAAAAT THE PRETTIEST GIRL AT THE PARTY

#My mooooots #Cas writes #ILY IDA #lucy gray my beloved #lucy gray baird x reader

[lightning-writes]

I know I said I'm writing a new bucky fic, which I am, but I'm also writing a Rue POV companion fic.

coming soon!

#good heart (faulty machine of a man) #fmoam #writing update #cas writes #cas talks #queue

[bullworthdrabbles]

Zoe piercing Gary's ear

This is a drabble that I have no idea what to do with. I may have wrote this while slightly under the influence, enjoy~

"You sure you want to do this?" Zoe asked, putting on gloves that came from an old hair dye kit. "You can say no, I wouldn't blame you. Cartilage piercings are no joke. And with industrials, you're making two holes it can be a bit brutal."

Gary looked at her opening a piercings kit bought online. He should have said no. He should have backed out and left the trailer all together. That would have been the rational thing to do. 

Gary was well aware of how bad of an idea this was. But he wasn't doing this for rational reasons. He knew why he was here and why he was doing all of this. Besides what's the worst that could happen? He would have to take it out because it's infected and deal with another scar? What's another scar at this point? His body was covered in them it was too late now to be concerned about scarring. 

He nodded, watching her line up her tools on the bathroom counter carefully and set up the needle and jewelry.

" I warn you it's gonna suck to take care of if anything happens let me know." 

"If I can handle surgical scars for months, a piercing I asked for should be fine." 

"Alright, if you say so." 

She grabbed a sharpie and Gary's chin to direct his head for easier access to his left ear. She drew a dot for the entry point and a line to mark where the bar was going to go and exit from.

"We don't want to go too low and put too much pressure on it when you sleep. I don't want to put it too high and risk rejection. You have pretty good anatomy so we have wiggle room." 

Gary tried to visualize the jewelry where her line was with his untrained eye.

 "Looks good to me, let's do this."  He turned back toward her.

"Sweet! Now, I gotta clean the area." She chirped opening the box of Q-tips and cotton swabs.

He was appreciative of her saying that and her gentleness as she carefully dabbed a q-tip saturated in alcohol to his ear in the area of where she was going to pierce. She grabbed the needle with one hand and Gary's ear with the other. 

"Ok, now I want you to take some deep breathes," Zoe stated, in a half-whisper.

Gary took in a deep long inhale of air and with a swift motion Zoe stabbed the needle through the tough cartilage of the tip of his ear. He hissed in stinging pain, his eyes watered but he did his best to keep still.

"Keep breathing, Gary" She gently reminded him sliding the bar into the new holes she had created. Gary tried to force his breathing to slow and remain deep, he tried to pay attention to the cool sensation of air entering his lungs and not the wet stinging pain in his ear. Zoe tightened the balls on the ends of the bar and like that it was all over. 

"You did good! You did even better than Duncan getting his nipples done." 

She took a clean Q-tip and cleaned off the blood around the industrial piercing. Once she was done Gary looked at it in the mirror. It was mildly inflamed and red which was to be expected, but it was perfect. It looked even better than he thought it would.

#bully fanfic #gary smith #zoe taylor #bully anniversary edition #bully canis canem edit #bully game #bullworth academy #bully rockstar #bully scholarship edition #cas writes #cas's drabbles and writings #drabble

[smokymp3]

who's the king, who's the boss? // yoongi x hyunjin

rating: explicit word count: 6.1k summary:

“Oh highness,” honey dripped over the word, making it sweet, slippery, and insulting, “what’s wrong? Never had someone call you out on your bullshit before? Never had someone stand up to you? Is it…” He paused for effect. “Exciting? Do you like it?” Yoongi breathed out the final words softly, having moved further forwards until he was mere inches away from the most powerful man in the empire. - or - Inspired by the Daechwita MV; Hyunjin is the cruel boy king, and Yoongi is brought before him having been arrested. What trouble could possibly result from Yoongi talking back to the bratty monarch who has never been told 'no'?

note: i started this fic… four fucking years ago. the daechwita mv and hyunjin having long blond hair happened fairly close together, and who was i to question the instantaneous mental image that particular combo produced?! unfortunately life happened, and the fic became doomed to be a wip forever. until! finally a burst of writing inspiration and the best beta reader a fic writer could ask for resulted in this little fantasy of mine finally getting to see the light of day. it's bloody, it's rough, it's so far from safe or sane, and i had a lovely time. please thoroughly check the tags, and i hope you enjoy.

#bts #stray kids #min yoongi #hwang hyunjin #agust d #bts fanfic #stray kids fanfic #cas writes

[softhairedhotch]

comfortember day sixteen: coffee/tea break aaron hotchner x gender neutral reader aaron takes a holiday from work and comes back with a beard, leading to something neither of you would have expected. word count: 1.6k warnings/content: minor injury (burns), mentions of being shot, kissing, one use of Y/N,, idk what else. comfortember masterlist here! also on ao3!

beards and burns

You sigh at the computer in front of you, feeling exhaustion beginning to weigh you down. Looking around the bullpen and seeing similar expressions across your co-worker's faces, you stand up and ask, “Does anyone want any coffee?” The chorus of yeses and pleases makes you laugh as you begin walking toward the kitchenette. “I’ll make a fresh pot.”

“Our saviour!” Emily calls after you.

Derek laughs as he gestures toward you. “The true hero of the BAU.”

You roll your eyes and begin making the coffee, scrolling through your phone as it heats up. As you laugh at a funny post from your friend, you hear a few collective gasps fill the room and glance up to see your team all talking in hushed voices. Raising your eyebrow, you wonder to yourself what they’re up to as you grab the finished coffee pot and your mug.

“Good to see you again, Y/N,” a voice from behind you says, startling you and making you jump. “Oh, sorry.”

Recognising the voice as Aaron, your boss, who’s been on holiday for almost two months (everyone was as surprised as you when he announced his break from work), you turn around to greet him with a smile. However, at the sight of him, the words die in your throat and all you get out is an embarrassing noise of shock. And if that’s not embarrassing enough, the coffee pot–both fresh and boiling to the touch–falls out of your grip and smashes to the ground.

Aaron is quick to run over to you, his face dropping into deep concern as you flinch back and hold your hand with a pained sound. It’s almost too much, his soft brown eyes looking over your face, one hand on your shoulder and the other hovering over your burnt hand, and the beard. 

God, he has a beard. 

An actual beard.   

One that frames his face so perfectly and makes him look ten times more attractive, something you were sure couldn’t be possible and it has your mind reeling. Your face feels as if it’s been engulfed in flames as you stare at him, his mouth moving to words you’re too unfocused to hear. 

He moves you over to the sink and runs the water on the coldest setting, testing the temperature on his hand before putting yours under the tap and shaking off his own. Embarrassment courses through you. 

“Sorry,” you mutter, taking a step away from him and looking at the shattered glass on the floor. “I don’t know what happened there.”

You can feel everyone in the office staring at you and you wish the floor would simply swallow you up. Derek cackles to himself, trying to stifle his laughter but failing miserably, and you make a note to yourself to smack him over the head when you get a chance.

“Maybe you should go home and get some sleep instead of drinking more coffee, hm?” Aaron suggests. 

Despite the pain in your hand, slowly easing up under the cold water, you manage to laugh. “Jesus, Hotch, you take a month off and suddenly you’re an advocate for going home and getting some rest? What happened to you?”

He grins at your words, his dimple hidden by his perfectly trimmed beard but still managing to look as stunning as ever, and you melt at the sight. “It made me open my eyes a bit.” As he speaks, he reaches out for a neatly folded towel on the counter and throws it over the coffee on the floor, kneeling beside it. His eyes catch yours from where he’s on the floor, the light reflecting beautifully over them and making the black ring around his iris more noticeable. “I’ve clearly been missing out.”

“Hotch, you don’t have to clean that–”

“It’s okay, don’t worry.” He moves the towel over the floor briefly before standing up and looking at your hand in concern. “You know what? Your hand is more important than this floor.” He glances around the room before his eyes land on a still-grinning Derek and he squints his eyes with the smallest of smirks–it almost makes you collapse on the spot. “Morgan, clean this glass up, please.”

That wipes the smile off Derek’s face immediately and you bite your lip to hold back a laugh. “Seriously, Hotch? I didn’t even make the mess, man!”

“You can treat yourself to another pot of coffee afterwards,” Aaron replies, reaching out for your shoulder and gently guiding you toward his office. Once you’re inside and the door is closed, he takes your burnt hand in yours and sighs. “What are we gonna do with you, huh?”

“It’s just a small burn,” you shrug, “nothing I haven’t been through before.”

He hums. “True. I mean… you’ve been shot.”

“True,” you reply with a grimace, “that wasn’t very pleasant. Neither is this but I’m being very brave about it.”

Aaron laughs, the noise soft and sweet, and you’re sure you might melt. “Yes. Yes, you are. Now let’s make sure you’re okay, hm?” After looking over your hand for a few moments, Aaron hums again and smiles at you, eyes bright. “I think you’ll survive.”

And then he does something you would never have expected in a million years. Everything feels as if it’s in slow motion as he gently swipes the pad of his thumb over the back of your hand before raising it to his lips and pressing a soothing kiss over your skin. Your cheeks warm the moment his lips make contact and the cage in your stomach bursts open with all the butterflies fighting to get out.

“There,” he whispers, “kissed it all better.”

You can’t help but laugh at that, finding him endearingly cute as you stare at him with a fond look. “Thank you, that really helped.” As the two of you stare at each other for a few moments, you move your burnt hand closer to slide it over his jaw, feeling the soft bristles of his beard under your fingers. The sensation makes your heart hammer in your chest, and when Aaron smiles and nuzzles his face into the palm of your hand, you’re sure you might have a heart attack right then and there. “Aaron…”

“Yeah?”

Running your thumb over his jaw, you smile at him. “I missed you.”

Aaron grins and his dimples move under your hand. “I missed you too.”

And then he’s moving closer, reaching out to cup your face in his own warm hands, angling your head so that his lips slot perfectly against yours. The kiss is soft and sweet, and you find yourself sinking further against him as he smiles into the kiss. When it’s over and the two of you pull apart, slowly so as to not separate so soon, his eyes find yours and his smile widens.

“That was…” you start, trailing off as you nuzzle your nose against his cheek and close your eyes.

“Something we should have done a long time ago?” 

You let out a huff of laughter. “Definitely. But I’m glad we did it now.”

“Me too,” he mutters, pressing his lips against yours again. The short hairs of his beard rub against your face in a satisfying way. “This wouldn’t have anything to do with my beard though, would it?”

“Oh, it has everything to do with it,” you reply, pressing a kiss against his jaw. “You better be keeping this, Agent.”

“If you say so, Agent,” he chuckles. “Although I’m not sure Jack will like it.”

“Kids can’t always get what they want, tell him to suck it up.”

Aaron snorts at that. “Maybe you should be the one to tell him that; I don’t think he’d like to hear that from me. Maybe over dinner later this week?”

You raise an eyebrow. “You want me to have dinner with you and Jack already?”

His face falls ever so slightly. “I’m moving too fast, aren’t I? I just figured that you and Jack already know each other pretty well and–”

“Aaron,” you laugh, interrupting him. You smooth your fingers over his beard, admiring the way it frames his face perfectly for a few moments before meeting his eyes again. “It’s okay, I understand. I’d… I’d love that.”

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah,” you smile. “Does Friday work?”

“Friday, Friday,” he mutters, looking down at the ground in thought. “Hm, I don’t know…” He meets your gaze and laughs when you give him a look. “Yes, yes that’ll work. How about 7pm?”

“That’s perfect,” you reply, pressing your lips against his one more time. “I should get back to work now.”

“Right, yeah. See you later.”

You wave to him and make your way out of his office, immediately aware of all the eyes on you. Derek is both smirking and glowering at you, no doubt mad about the fact he had to clean up the mess, but there’s a coffee in his and everyone else’s hand so there’s no doubt he did it. When you glance back at the office, you realise that Aaron’s blinds were open the entire time and the team had a view of everything that just happened. 

Great.

Ignoring the small anxious pit in your stomach over that, you stroll over to casually pour yourself a new coffee before making your way to your desk. You sit down and turn on your screen, focusing on the task at hand, when Emily approaches you with a smirk.

“What?”

“So, you and Hotch, huh?” 

You laugh and gently push her away. “Yeah, what about it?”

“Nothing! Just didn’t realise you had such a thing for beards!”

“Shut it, Prentiss.”

“Or what?” She cackles.

You roll your eyes and laugh again, looking up at Aaron’s office once more to see him already looking back at you, a genuine smile tugging at his lips. It makes you feel light and you can’t wait until Friday rolls around. 

tags: @hotchs-big-hands @criminalskies

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x gender neutral reader #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner fluff #bearded aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner beard #comfortember #comfortember 2023 #cas writes

[batllethinker]

Hii, would you write for lucy bronze?? If you are can you do something something nasty with her (respectfully) i just- i can't get out of my mind all those muscles and her abs and i would get on my knees and suck her off and i feel she's the type who make us deeptrhoat. Hahaha bye

Love your write

Lose it | L.B | 18+ mdni

Pairing: Lucy Bronze + fem reader

Summary: Lucy gets jealous and decides there's only one way to show you who owns you

Warnings: jealousy, possessiveness, R thirsting slightly over Lucys muscles, strapsucking, deepthroating, degradation, praise, slight toxicity, marking, spitting, R is in their early 20s | 18+ mdni

"What are you wearing?" Her steely gaze met yours as you stepped out of the closet, you only shrugged and gave a light twirl as her hands twitched by her sides.

"Clothes, what are you wearing?" You knew that you shouldn't take such pleasure in riling her up like this, but god did you love the outcome.

Giving a frustrated groan, she took ahold of the flimsy material of your blouse and yanked, hard enough to pull the shirt wide open, exposing your lace-clad chest in the process.

You gasped in surprise, your own hands coming to grip hers as she pulled again and again, until the blouse was completely ripped off of you.

"Look at this, god, you're such a whore" pouting up at her, you took in your ruined shirt, now laying discarded on the floor before your hands slid up the expanse of her arms, settling on her muscular shoulders.

"Luce, that was expensive!" you whined while she rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed by your act, her mind already coming up with ways to show you who owns you.

Ignoring your protests, she grabbed your jaw and tilted your head up, giving herself a perfect view of the blank canvas that was your neck, closing in on you, she licked a stripe up the length of your neck before pressing harsh kisses up and down your neck, occasionally biting down to make sure her marks would be seen by the whole world.

She repeated the process on your chest, painting your skin an angry red before leaning away only to spit on your chest, watching in satisfaction as her saliva dribbled down the valley of your chest. As she pulled back completely, taking in your disheveled state with a small smirk, Lucy loved seeing the effect she had on you.

"On your knees." nodding quickly as you caught your breath, you instantly dropped your knees, only then noticing the very obvious bulge in the brunettes pants and from the sheer size of it, you knew that it's your favorite.

Barely able to look away from it, you impatiently wait for your girlfriend to unbuckle her pants, squirming on the floor as Lucy pulled her cock out, smirking down at you as she slapped the toy against your cheek before nudging the tip against your lips, coaxing it into your mouth.

Moaning around the toy, you let Lucy guide it to the back of your throat before swallowing around it, treating the cock as if it was real, like the brunette could feel everything you did to her.

Grabbing the back of your head, her hips started moving, roughly fucking your throat while your hands came up to grab at her waist, you're not sure if it's to pull her closer or away.

Her hand tightens to a painful grip, keeping your head still as she used you as she pleased, making sure that you couldn't try to pull away.

"That's it, that's my good little slut" it was groaned out, her hips thrusting even harder. The sound of you gagging around her only spurred her on further.

Your own hands gripped onto her tighter, fingers digging into her defined abs. Blinking back the tears in your eyes just so you could keep looking up at her, you could barely hold back your pleased hum at the blissed out look on her face.

"Fuck, baby, you're going to make me cum" smiling around her cock, you let her fuck into the back of your throat until she tensed up with a groan, head falling back. She was quick to pull out just so she could paint your face with her cum, loving the way you looked with tears running down your face, cheeks a ruddy red and completely marked by her.

She looked down at you with a small, satisfied smile, thumb gently rubbing over your cheek. Gathering some of her cum on her finger she pushed it into your mouth, letting you have a taste of her.

"Hm, I think you should go out like this."

#lucy bronze #cas writes #woso fanfics #woso community #woso x reader #engwnt #fcb femeni #wlw post #wlw smut

[knight-commander]

WIP Wednesday

finally working on my wotr longfic and since many have been sharing their wips today I thought I’d jump on the bandwagon! this chapter is kicking my ass lol

no pressure tagging! @herequeerexitentialfear @mountainashfae @silversiren1101 @amatres @arendaes @offsidekineticist @tenmillionbees @cassynite @thesolemnhour @the-raging-tempest @dujour13 and anyone else!!!

#ough. Save me longfic #Save me #cas writes #oc: Mathias #pwotr pals #pwotr #pathfinder wrath of the righteous #pathfinder: wrath of the righteous #pathfinder #pathfinder wotr #wip wednesday

[strawlessandbraless]

Possessive Castiel with a marking kink makes me feral

#marked his brothers vessel no less #cas rebuilt Dean to be his own man. not Michael’s #dean asking cas to put the handprint back while they’re having sex is my favorite headcanon #destiel #castiel #spn #supernatural #dean winchester #deancas #misha collins #jensen ackles #spn crack #handprint #hand print #cockles #spn 4x01 #4x01 #6x03 #spn 6x03 #spn 15x18 #15x18 #marking kink #gay #dean posting #cas posting #casposting #deanposting #my writing

[transprincecaspian]

I’ll take Untitled #5 in the WIP game!

@mygreendandelion

The carriage coming to a harsh stop is what startled Mahanon awake. It only took him a moment to evaluate his surroundings; Gideon curled against him, his own head against the side of the carriage. He peered outside and saw darkness, but, squinting, could make out the faint lights of the tavern where they would stay for the remainder of the night. He supposed that Josephine would suffer no further marching.  The door swung open, and he was quick to hold a finger up to his mouth to shush Cassandra before she could rouse Gideon from his sleep. She glared, but Mahanon carefully scooped Gideon up into his arms and exited the carriage. He might be shorter than the Herald, but he was far stronger. Gideon was like hoisting a few dandelions in his arms; utterly inconsequential in weighing him down. “We need to speak with the Herald,” Cassandra insisted as Mahanon found his footing on snowy ground. He shook his head. “It can wait until the morning,” he insisted, fighting back a yawn of his own. “It is late. There is nothing that needs to be said that cannot wait for breakfast.” Mahanon moved swiftly inside, and did not give Cassandra any further chance to argue her point. Usually he would prefer to investigate the room himself and deem it safe for Gideon, but exhaustion still tugged on his own eyelids, and Mahanon found himself without much other choice than to trust that the Inquisition soldiers were capable of doing their jobs. He kicked the door closed, laid Gideon in the bed, and then made sure the curtains were drawn.  Gideon could gripe at him about sleeping in their clothes tomorrow. Everything could wait until tomorrow. His complaints about Vivienne’s handmaidens would at least wait until their journey back to Skyhold. Mahanon stripped himself of his armor and slid into the bed, wrapping his arms around Gideon and pressing his face into his back. So many allowances he’d made, he reminded himself, but he could hardly find the presence of mind to be bitter about it when he recalled Gideon’s smile in the fading sunlight.

an old wip of a tender moment between my warden-commander Mahanon Tabris and @nightwardenminthara's inquisitor, Gideon Trevelyan!!

#i need to finish this. actually #wip roundup #cas writes #dragon age #mahanon tabris