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hantaslittlearsonist · 2 years

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Iron Dagger on Silk Sheets

You're a hit-person for hire. You've been paid to kill the elf-prince. Unfortunately he's very pretty and you get distracted.

Porn for the sake of porn really ;)

This took me ages to write so please enjoy ^-^

Warnings: Alternate Universe - Fantasy; Elf Prince!Cheslock; Hit-person!Y/N; gender neutral reader; same as Purple Burnout; no gendered words are used for Y/N; Shameless Smut; Enemies to Lovers; Knifeplay; Light Bondage (Ches pins Y/N down by the wrists); Fingering (Y/N receiving); Hickeys; Hair-pulling; Cheslock has a Daddy Kink; Cheslock has way too many piercings (Ear; tongue; nipple; belly-button; genital); since it's a fantasy AU Cheslock has storm powers (he's a storm elf); Erotic Electrostimulation because lightning ya kno; oral (both giving & receiving); Overstimulation; oh and attempted murder lol

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He was sleeping. Perfect.

The moonlight shone silver through the gap in the heavy magenta curtains highlighting the rich mahogany wood of the bed he lay in. Your target. His long snowy hair was fanned out like a halo on the purple silk-covered pillows his head rested on. Only a glimpse of his black undercut was visible from the way he was positioned. His ears, long and pointed, confirmed his identity as they were bejewelled with glittering studs, chains and gems. Only Elven royalty were allowed to wear such jewellery.

You sighed and turned to lean against the wall by his window, the person who had hired you really wanted him dead. Prince Cheslock of Eglarest Ithilien was your most famous target yet and thus your most expensive. You had answered the coded letter your employer had sent you with one of your own, detailing your price and insisting that you wanted to be paid 70% before you did the job. Once you had received your money you had started scouting. Looking for cracks in the castle security and learning the guard’s schedules.

And now you were here, standing on Prince Cheslock’s balcony, your back against the wall and a dagger in your hand, basking in the moonlight. The sky was clear and the air warm, a crisp breeze blew your cape out to the side gently. You shook your head and let the wind push the hood that shrouded your face in shadow off. The city sprawled out below, mostly asleep though a few taverns remained open, their lights cutting sharply into the velvety darkness. What a beautiful night to commit high treason.

Silent like the graves of your previous victims you slid your dagger between the vertical mullions of the Prince’s glass door, flicking your wrist to undo the latch that kept it closed. You froze as the two halves swung open with ease, too fast, anxious they might bang into something and wake your target. Nothing of the such happened, the doors trajectory was cushioned by the thick curtains that hung half-open in front of them. Wondering why rich people didn’t let their windows and doors creak, just in case someone like you was… after them, as you padded into the room. You moved noiselessly to the side of his bed taking in the unusual smell of rain that hung in the air.

Your form cast a shadow across his pillows as you stilled. Just to make sure it was him, you told yourself, you detailed him. His hair shimmered, almost glowing, even without the moonlight to shine on it, long and smooth and light, the way the hair of royalty should be. Your fingers twitched around the hilt of your dagger, wanting to reach out and stroke it, wondering if it was as soft as it looked. Your eyes shifted from the Prince’s hair to his forehead, youthful and unblemished by age though you knew he was over 100 years old. That was the thing with Elves, they aged slowly, only reaching true adulthood at 90. Prince Cheslock’s long, graceful eyelashes cast a feathery shadow over his cheeks. It was a shame really, that you were about to slit his throat, the rumours were true, he was beautiful. You almost wanted to slip into the room next-door, where his older brother, Crown Prince Violet, slumbered to investigate the whispers about his inhuman perfection. The slightly raised white scar that crossed his cheek only added to how stunning he was. You wondered how he had received it. Surely no Prince fought the way commoners had to. Right?

You slid onto Prince Cheslock’s bed, the mattress depressing imperceptibly under your knee. You held your breath and in one move, you dropped your full weight against his body and pressed your dagger against his neck. It sparkled on his skin like the most expensive of necklaces. He jolted awake, his surprised jump jostling you and almost making you lose your footing. His eyes were startling as they stared into yours in shock. Beautiful like the rest of him and glittering with intelligence. His irises were citrine peppered with gold flecks that drew you in, making you question why your employer wanted him killed. The prince’s eyes flashed with something incomprehensible and the crisp smell of rain intensified. If you weren’t certain he was mortal you would have bowed down to him as a god. You shook your head to rid yourself of the thought, damn Elf magic.

‘Any last words, my liege?’ A cruel smirk curled its way onto your lips as you pressed the sharp edge of your dagger against his skin. This was always your favourite part of your job, feeling your victims tremble under you. It gave you a sense of power nothing else ever could. Prince Cheslock’s eyes widened in what you were sure was fear. So sure.

But then he smiled, cat-like.

In a split second you were flipped on your back, your dagger was jerked out of your hand and suddenly you were on the other side of your weapon. ‘How about… “Who sent you?”?’ Prince Cheslock’s tone was filled with reminders of his position, he pronounced his words perfectly, slowly, unafraid. His voice was sleep-addled, yes, but it was deep and caramel-soft. It made something in you melt, you blamed Elf magic again. Against your better judgement you answered the Prince’s question. ‘I never know who my contractors are. Sorry, my liege.’

He pressed your dagger into your throat, threatening to cut. Your breath hitched and you tried to burrow into the bed to get away from it, your hands up by your head to try and seem less threatening. ‘How do I find them, then?’ Prince Cheslock questioned. ‘That, I can answer.’ Some sass had ebbed into your tone. ‘They sent coded letters to the spot everyone sends coded messages to and I picked them up. You could probably trace the line back to them.’

He huffed in annoyance. It seemed you had been too cryptic, on purpose, of course. ‘And I have to keep you alive so you can take me to “the spot everyone sends coded messages to”. Correct?’ ‘Correct.’ A small smile cracked your lips. ‘Unfortunate.’ He said, irritated. Even with anger etched across his face the Elven Prince was still so handsome. His earrings caught the light as they hung from the cartilage of his ears, glittering in the moonlight and swaying slightly. His hair was swiped all to one side, over his shoulder. It shone in a strange silver-white curtain, blocking off your view of half the room.

Something shifted. The crisp atmosphere started to turn slightly stuffy, filling with electric anticipation as he leaned in close. ‘I suppose you will have to stay here then.’ His breath fanned, hot, over your face. You shivered against his silk sheets. ‘The door’s locked.’ He informed, dropping the overformality from his words. ‘Why-’ You started, confused. ‘I can see your blush, you know?’ Prince Cheslock teased. ‘What? My liege, I don’t know what you’re talking about!’ You tried to deny, but you knew you were wrong. You could feel the blood rushing in your cheeks, heating up the skin. ‘Don’t lie.’ He chuckled, leaning back and sitting over your waist so he could take weight off the arm that was supporting him above you, keeping the dagger against your skin. You flinched as he brought his now free hand to brush the outside of his ring and pinky finger over your cheek. ‘The proof is right here.’

You wondered why Prince Cheslock was being so gentle. You had tried to murder him minutes ago. He could easily hurt you and still “keep you alive” like he had said. So why..?

‘I like your outfit.’ He commented out of the blue. You didn’t answer, too surprised to even react. ‘It looks comfy and practical, easy to move in. Am I right?’ He probed. ‘I- Yes. I suppose it is comfortable, my liege.’ ‘Drop the “my liege” will you? There’s no-one here to reprimand you for not being polite.’ ‘Yes, my-’ You cut yourself off before you repeated the word again. ‘Good.’ He said, firm. The dagger was just held there now, no longer pressing into your skin. ‘What��s it made of?’ You blanched. ‘Come again?’ ‘Your outfit!’ He insisted. ‘Oh. It’s a mix of black cotton and Fae silk.’

Prince Cheslock made a strange little noise of understanding. ‘The Fae silk, it makes it stretchy.’ He announced, sure of himself. He was right. You nodded. His free hand, the one not holding the dagger, came to stroke along the hem of your tight tunic, right over the side of your rib-cage. Even though you were certain he was just inspecting the fabric, a curl of sticky arousal wrapped itself around your abdomen, making you pull your legs together and inhale shakily.

‘You’re so-’ You started, the words tumbling out of your mouth before you could stop them. ‘Yes?’ the elf egged you on. You pressed your lips into a thin line so you wouldn’t say anything stupid or inapropriate to the man who’se life you had just threatened. ‘So weird? Different from what you expected? Come on, out with it, little criminal.’ He prodded, his voice teasing, a smile tugging at his lips. ‘Pretty.’ You breathed. ‘Pretty?’ He repeated, a laugh in his voice. ‘Yeah.’

Prince Cheslock leaned down, balancing his weight back onto his free arm. His face was an inch away from yours when he stopped, his head tilted to the side and his eyes twinkling with amusement. ‘You’re pretty too, Y/N.’ You took in a sharp breath, surprise and arousal battling in your mind. How? How did he know your name? Had he known you were coming? You started panicking, wriggling and trying to get out from under him, your heart racing.

‘Hey, it’s okay, little criminal. I saw one of your wanted posters just yesterday in the next city. Seems you’ve been stealing jewellery. Haven’t you?’ His voice was soft and purposefully calm. You relaxed a little. Wait- He had called you pretty? You looked around the dark room, to try and find the audience that was privy to Prince Cheslock’s joke but found only moonbeams and furniture.

He watched the realisation that you were attracted to each-other dawn in your eyes with a half-smirk. You took a shaky breath, trying to force your brain to plan an escape but all it would focus on was the prince’s slightly parted chapped lips.

You shouldn’t.

You couldn’t.

Fuck it. You would.

You leaned up, putting your weight on your elbows, until your lips were so close to Prince Cheslock’s that you could feel the warmth of his skin. ‘Kiss me?’ You whispered.

There was a heartbeat where neither of you moved. His pupils expanded, hiding most of his citrine irises and then suddenly you were shoved against the cool silk sheets with his mouth on yours. Your heart raced, no-longer from fear, his lips were unusually staticky as he kissed you, sending painless jolts of electricity through your skin. Though the elf still held your dagger against your neck you arched up into his warmth. You hummed quietly as he nibbled on your bottom lip, his hair tickling your ear.

‘Please touch me.’ His voice was desperate as he pulled away barely long enough to speak. How could you refuse him, he was the prince after all. One of your hands found purchase on his lithe waist, rinckling his grey satin tunic, the other crawled up his back to stroke at the nape of his neck. He moaned quietly against your lips as your fingertips ghosted up his spine to take purchase in his incredibly soft hair.

Without breaking the kiss or dropping the dagger Prince Cheslock freed his legs from the plush duvet that was tangled around them. He ran his free hand up your shin, making you shiver and adding to the knot of arousal that was building in your core. Not giving it a second thought you let your legs fall open, making space for him. He rolled his silk-clad hips into yours with a muffled moan. You could feel the swell of his arousal against you, pressing into the apex of your thighs and making the last few sensible thoughts you had left burst into smoke.

The hand you had at his waist stroked over his abdomen, pushing his tunic up so you could feel his skin. It was deliciously smooth against your palm as you explored the light valleys his toned muscles created. Prince Cheslock dipped his head to the side and parted his lips to swipe his tongue against your lip as the pads of your fingers met metal. You sucked in a surprised breath at the realisation he had jewellery pierced through his belly button. He used your temporary distraction to lick into your mouth, pressing a warm metal ball against your tongue.

Your brain wondered vaguely how many piercings the prince had as you stroked the tip of your tongue against the metal in his mouth. Your hand ventured down past his belly button, following his faint happy-trail to the hem of his trousers. His hips stuttered against your touch and he pulled back from your kiss, a line of spit connecting you for a few seconds before it broke and dripped onto your chin. Without thinking, you licked it off.

Prince Cheslock gathered your hands with his dagger-free hand and, holding your wrists in his long fingers, pressed them into the pillows above your head. ‘Can’t have you touching me there, little criminal.’ He said, his voice breathy. ‘I don’t want to cum just yet.’

He kissed you again, his lips more bruising than before. If your previous kisses had been leisurely, kissing for the sake of kissing, this was kissing with a purpose. It felt like he was trying to mould your lips to his, so you could never kiss anyone else without wishing it had been him. Your arms twitched, wanting to wrap around him and tug at his hair but he pressed down against your wrists so you couldn’t wriggle free.

He dragged the dagger down your neck and over your collarbone. You were torn between trying to get away, knowing how sharp it was, and angling your head so the blade had more access.

‘I have clothes you can wear. I’m going to cut yours off.’ He informed. Your stomach twisted in anticipation as he brought the blade under the collar of your tunic. You really should have thought about the consequences of leaving the castle in the youngest prince’s clothes but at the time you couldn’t have cared less. The idea of letting Prince Cheslock rip the fabric you were wearing was just too enticing.

The cotton and silk mix stretched at first as he pulled the dagger towards him. Then with a ripping noise it fell away and he sliced through the rest of the tunic, all the way down to the bottom. The blade finished its trip just above the cincture of your tight pants.

As he cut through your waistband he tugged against the fabric and in turn it added pressure to your core. A moan was forced out of your mouth as he went to kiss you again. ‘Hmh- Prince Cheslock-’ The elf stayed half an inch away, teasing. ‘Drop the formalities, little criminal. I won’t add it to your record.’ You didn’t answer, simply arching up into him, trying to connect your lips as he tore your dagger through the fabric of your pants. He leaned back with a smirk, just enough to stop you from kissing him. ‘You can kiss me when you call me Ches.’ He paused, glowing eyes watching you consider whether it was a good idea to indulge him. ‘Or Daddy. That works too.’

You almost laughed at the prince’s strange request but the coil of arousal in your abdomen tightened when the title left his lips. He had said it so casually yet you could hear a demand laced in his low voice. He guided one of your legs to fold up towards his blade as he sliced the fabric, leaving you with only one pant-leg left, otherwise completely exposed. Prince- No. Ches. Ches tossed the dagger down on the pillow near your head, it made a muffled thump as it landed and tightened his fingers around your wrists. ‘Say it.’ He insisted, his eyes shining pleadingly.

‘Ches…’ You whispered. ‘No.’ You swallowed your pride. ‘Daddy.’ The word rolled off your tongue almost like a prayer. Like a wish. Ches’s eyes sparked with an electric desire as he smashed his lips into yours. The hand not wrapped around your wrists coming to grip the now bare skin of your waist, his blunt but pointed nails digging into your skin almost painfully.

As Ches’s hand explored your skin the smell of rain became more obvious and you came to the realisation it was coming from him. His mouth left yours and strayed down your neck, leaving stinging kisses on your skin. Your lips free, you managed to whisper; ‘You’re a Storm Elf.’ Ches chuckled, the vibrations of his laugh against your throat making your eyes flutter. ‘What gave me away? The hair, the eyes or the grey-tipped nails?’ He dug his sharp teeth into the crook of your neck, sucking hard.

‘The smell. You smell like thunder and rain.’ You gasped, your voice cracking. Ches hummed against your skin. ‘I suppose it does make it obvious. But…’ He trailed off seemingly concentrating. The air buzzed with static and suddenly an arch of electricity connected his hands, shocking into your skin in lightning-like patterns. It didn’t hurt, per-say. The electricity stung, yes, but in a way that made you arch into it more, rather than try to get away. ‘This. Is the biggest giveaway.’

You lay in stunned arousal for a few seconds, long enough to make Ches second-guess himself. ‘You didn’t like that did you? Sorry.’ He hurried to apologise. ‘No. I didn’t like it.’ You smiled, teasing. It wasn’t every day you would see a prince being insecure. ‘I loved it. Do it again. Please… Daddy.’ You moaned and leaned up to connect your lips with his, licking into his mouth in search of his piercing.

His lungs swelled with a proud breath. Ches brought his free hand up to run his charged fingers over your chest. You twitched with the stinging pleasure the sharp zaps of electricity forced through your skin. He pulled away from the kiss to watch as he ghosted his thumb over your nipple, you looked too. Small arches of blue-white lightning connected his digit and your skin prettily.

‘Wow.’ You breathed. Ches grinned and added power to one final zap, making you jerk and moan before training his hand down between your legs. He hovered his fingers over your underwear and locked his citrine eyes with yours. ‘Can I?’ He checked. You nodded immediately, wanting nothing more.

Ches’s fingertips pressed into you just right through your underwear. The fabric pushed against your sensitive spots forcing all the air out of your lungs at once in a drawn out whimper. You couldn’t help but roll your hips into his hand, chasing the pleasure of his touch. His fingers flickered with electricity again and it arched straight through your nerves making your body try to jerk away but his hand was firm against you and it followed as you squirmed and moaned. A few more of those and I’ll be cumming on the spot. You thought, your mind almost blank with desire.

You struggled against the hand pinning your wrists down, wanting to touch him. He gave a mean grin and pressed your hands further into the pillow before kissing you bruisingly. He slid his tongue between your lips, pressing the ball of his piercing against the inside of your mouth languidly. You gave a muffled moan and he pulled back.

‘You want something, little criminal?’ ‘Please…’ You begged, ‘Let me touch you.’ ‘Like you won’t take the opportunity to stab me.’ He smirked. ‘I won’t! I swear!’ Your voice cracked as you pulled desperately at his hold on your wrists. Ches sighed. ‘Fine. But only one hand.’ He freed your right hand, the one the furthest from the dagger that still lay on his pillow, and threaded his fingers through those of your left, pressing it into the silk below.

Your now free hand grabbed the front of his tunic and pulled him down for another kiss as you rolled your hips into his palm, getting close. Static buzzed around you again as Ches charged his fingers. The zap was enough to hurtle you off the edge. Your body tensed for a second and suddenly you were chanting “Daddy” into the prince’s mouth. ‘There you go…’ Ches praised. You’re so good for me aren’t you?’

You didn’t answer the question as you panted, your hand tangled in his hair at the nape of his neck tugging to expose his neck. There was a red line where you had pressed the dagger, you licked it apologetically. He tasted like metal and petrichor and whatever expensive soap he used. He hummed at the feeling of your tongue against his skin. ‘You can mark me, if you want. Just not anywhere obvious.’ He murmured as you dragged your lips down the column of his neck.

An idea formed in your head. You used your left foot to push against the sheets and leverage yourself on top of Ches. He looked so beautiful under you. His tunic was pushed up around his rib-cage, exposing his silver belly-button piercing, a pretty green stone glittered where it was set into the ball of the piercing. You kept your fingers interlocked with his as you shuffled down so you were sitting between his shins.

Keeping eye-contact you leaned down, your bottom lip trapped between your teeth as you shot him a teasing smile. As your mouth approached the expanse of skin just under Ches’s belly-button your lips parted so your tongue could precede them. He shuddered as you made contact, licking slowly up his faint happy-trail. You latched your lips onto his skin, just to the side of his piercing and sucked. By the time you were done Ches was squirming, his fingers tugging at your hair and breathy little whimpers leaving his mouth.

‘Is that hidden enough?’ You drawled, breath fanning over his skin and making him shiver. ‘Yeah.’ He breathed, using his purchase in your hair to make you come up to kiss him. You straddled his hips and pushed down a little, pressing your ass into his arousal. Ches let out a sweet “ah” and his hips jerked up to meet yours, the fabric of his pyjamas silky-soft on your skin. You rolled your pelvis slowly against his, teasing as you kissed.

The elf seemed to get tired of you tormenting him after a little bit and flipped you onto your back again, his hips nestled between your thighs. ‘You really want this?’ He murmured against your collarbone. ‘Yes.’ You breathed. ‘Please.’

Ches sat up with a smirk letting go of your hand so he could push your thighs further apart. He slid down, kissing your skin as he went, the silk sheets made a waterfall-esque noise as he moved. He pressed a teasing open-mouthed kiss just above the band of your underwear. You squirmed, trying to get him to touch lower. He grinned up at you, wrapped his long fingers around your hips and pressed you further into the mattress. A silent order to not move. The prince tugged at your underwear and you lifted your ass so he could pull it off. Once it was free of your legs he dropped it off the side of the bed.

‘Try not to be too loud, yeah? We don’t want my brother to wake up and alert the guards.’ Ches requested, his voice deep with arousal. You nodded in reply and threaded your fingers through his silky hair as he brought his head to the apex of your thighs. He licked a strip up your inner thigh leaving a chilled sensation in his wake. You pulled on his hair, trying to make him touch you where you needed him. He gave in and pressed the ball of his tongue piercing into your sensitive spot. Your back arched at the sharp pleasure, sliding easily against the silky sheets.

Ches pulled away for a second to spit on two of his fingers then smoothed them against your hole. The pressure was nice, but not enough, you rolled your hips, trying to get him to push inside. The elf chuckled lowly and finally slipped his fingers past your entrance. You moaned at the burning pressure, locking eyes with him. His irises glinted and grinning he shot an arch of electricity through the digits inside you. You threw your head back against the prince’s plush pillows from the mush of pleasure and pain coursing through you like lightning. Ches sucked at your sensitive spot, curling his fingers and making the knot in your abdomen tighten. You tugged at his hair almost in an attempt to pull him away. You were going to cum again and fast.

Ches moaned, the vibrations of his voice making your legs twitch. You thought it was from your hold on his hair but then noticed that his hips were humping into the mattress. You shot towards your high as the elf curled his fingers aiming electricity purposefully at the spot that had you seeing stars. Your hole fluttered around his digits as you balanced on the edge of release. His lips pulled into a smirk against your skin before they gave a hard suck, forcing you to cum. One of your hands slapped against your mouth to muffle the moans of “Daddy” that you couldn’t help from tumbling from your lips. He lapped up your release with a happy hum, still pressing the pads of his fingers into your walls. You whimpered and tugged his hair so he would stop. But he kept licking you through pleasure and straight into overstimulation.

‘Hah- Ches~ Too much!’ You whined. Finally he pulled away, his lips glistening with your release. ‘You okay, little criminal?’ He leaned over you with a smile, his hands pressed into the mattress by your hips. You took a deep breath in an attempt to stop panting. ‘Yeah.’ You used your purchase in his hair to reel him in for a kiss. You could taste yourself on his lips and feel his satisfied smile. ‘I almost came in my pants.’ His voice was high with amusement and surprise. ‘Wanna keep going?’ He murmured against the corner of your mouth. ‘Yeah.’ You gave a nod and kissed his jaw before he sat back on his heels.

Ches made you lift your hips so he could stuff a plush pillow under your ass. The dagger that had been resting on it slid off the side of the bed and landed against the rich carpet with a muffled thud. The prince’s earrings glittered in his ears as he pulled his pyjamas off. You let your eyes roam his smooth skin taking a sharp breath when you caught sight of the metal pierced through not only his belly-button but his nipples and his cock. He caught you staring.

‘I have 23 in total.’ Ches said, running the tip of his finger over the jewellery in his dick. The hoop at his tip was decorated with what you were almost certain was a tiny ruby set into the ball. You almost wanted to steal it. It would fetch astronomically high prices, especially considering where it had come from. The elf had three parallel bars through the skin in the middle of his shaft; they looked like the rungs of a silver ladder as they glinted in the moonlight. You reached out and wrapped your fingers around the prince’s bejewelled cock. Ches sighed out a sweet “ah” at the contact. For some reason you had expected the piercings to be cold but they were just as warm as the rest of him.

Wrapping your legs around his waist you guided his tip to your hole. His hand replaced yours and he tapped his piercing against your skin before pressing it inside. The stretch burned so much you winced. Ches leaned down to kiss along your collarbone, sinking his cock until his thighs were flush against your ass. ‘Tell me when to move.’ He whispered, his breath warm against your throat.

It took you a few minutes of Ches kissing your neck for you to get used to the feeling of him inside of you. Once you were you started whining quietly and trying to press his cock deeper. He caught on and started gently rolling his hips into yours. Sparks of pleasure shot up your spine with each thrust. You weren’t sure if he was using his electricity or not at this point but you really didn’t care. It just felt so good.

‘More-’ ‘Yeah?’ Ches’s voice was teasing and held an undertone of pride as he adjusted his thrusts to be a bit harder. They jostled you up the slippery sheets, almost making you hit your head against the carved hardwood bedstead. Lightning arched between his hands where he held your hips steady. You wanted to watch but every thrust was forcing your eyes to roll back.

The prince pulled your legs up over his shoulder and let go of your hips so he could lean over your body effectively folding you in half. From this angle the piercing at his tip hit your soft spot straight on. In an attempt to muffle the lewd noises that were leaving your lips without your permission you bit into the flesh of your hand. Ches made you stop almost instantly. He kissed you, his tongue stroking gently against yours in a stark contrast to how hard he was thrusting into you. Regretfully you broke the kiss so you could pant for air.

A sudden zap of energy coursed inside you, forcing all your muscles to tense. Your hole clenched around Ches’s dick and he let out a sweet broken moan that really didn’t help. How were you already this close again? A nimble lightning-covered hand came to stroke at your core. Your body arched up into Ches’s, pressing your chest into his in a way where you could feel his nipple piercings. That was all it took.

You came with a drawn out moan, spasming around the prince’s dick. Hyper-aware of the piercing at his tip that was pressed into your sweet spot. He kept thrusting slowly, helping you ride out your high as you panted and squirmed under him. After a few thrusts the pleasure coursing through you became too much. Your core ached from the overstimulating friction of Ches’s cock. With guilt tangled in the curls of pleasure still messy in your brain you grasped the prince’s shoulders.

‘Ches- Hurts.’ You whimpered. ‘Sorry..’ His voice was breathy as he pulled out. You felt bad about leaving him without making him orgasm. ‘Can I- Can I give you head?’ You struggled. Ches shook his head, his sleek hair catching the moonlight. ‘You don’t have to. I’m a big boy, I can take care of myself.’ ‘I want to.’ You defended. He gave a soft smile and let you guide him to lie on his back.

You slid down the bed to position yourself in a mirror to what he had done earlier. Sitting between his calves you took a second to admire him. The elven prince's hair fanned out on the pillows his head was propped up on making it look like he had a halo. His hands were up by the sides of his head, palms up. It would be so easy to reach for your dagger. So easy. But you didn’t. Instead you admired his soft, milky skin glittering with piercings and covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

You took Ches’s dick in your hands. One gripping the bottom of the shaft and one coming to rub over his tip. He hummed a high little moan when you pressed your thumb nail gently into his slit. ‘So pretty.’ He almost missed your whispered praise. His cock twitched in your hands. You leaned down and licked the prince’s inner thigh making him shudder. One of his hands found your hair and tugged it so you would lick him where you needed.

You took his dick into your mouth, tasting the salty sourness of his pre on your tongue. You licked the piercing at his tip and his hand tightened in your hair. Smiling as best you could with a cock in your mouth you sank your head down until his head bit into the back of your pallet. Ches’s back arched and he pressed down on your head, trying to force you down further. You let him thrust up with a sweet moan. His other hand came to join his first, fingers tangling in your hair and pulling almost painfully. The elven prince’s high-pitched whines filled the room as he essentially fucked your face. His fingers sparked with electricity shooting numb pain down your spine.

His cock kicked against the back of your throat. He let out a broken moan, his fingers tightening in your hair and suddenly your mouth was filled with a warm sticky tangy liquid. ‘Don’t- Don’t swallow!’ Ches pleaded, pulling your mouth away from his dick. You did as he asked and he sat up, drawing your lips to his parted ones. He licked into your mouth, his pierced tongue searching out the flavour of his release. You snowballed with him until some dripped down your chin and onto his stomach. He gave a saccharine smile as he swallowed the mix of saliva and cum. ‘Thank you, Y/N.’ He whispered as he brought his mouth to yours again, pressing a sweet kiss against your lips.

The prince lay back down into his silk sheets, a pretty peach-ish glow decorating his skin. He reached out a hand to invite you to lay with him. You hesitated, tomorrow would be messy if you didn’t leave before the sun came up. Seeing your reluctance, Ches's face morphed into a child-like pout. You gave in, flopping against the mattress and he grinned. You didn’t dare think about the morning as you drifted off, wrapped in soft satin and warm arms, the pads of your fingers mindlessly playing with the piercings in the elf prince’s ear. The moon was forgiving of what you had just done but you doubted the sun would be.

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hantaslittlearsonist · 2 years

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Bittersweet Lemon Drops Chapter 2.

You fix your situationship with Ches, have some fun and cry. A lot.

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@butterfl1ies I finished this for you, hope you enjoy ^-^ (there's an epilogue too, if you're interested, it may or may not contain smut)

The next two days were tense to say the least. You stayed away from Cheslock, preferring to spend time with Serena. You explored the town and the surrounding countryside, chatting about common interests and marvelling over the beauty of the place. You weren’t too surprised when your new friend informed you that her and Violet were soulmates. It explained why she always seemed to appear wherever he was. Serena talked you into going to visit the lonely house, you hadn’t shut up about it during your explorations and she eventually got tired of hearing about the place.

You hiked up the small hill to the house. From close up the paint looks in an even worse condition, chipping away around the windows and drips of grey rain water. An old woman with snow white hair curling down past her shoulders was picking at a messy flower bed with gloved hands. You almost left, not wanting to be a bother. But just as you started backing away she looked up and smiled.

‘Hello dear.’ her voice was soft in the way you would expect warm milk with nutmeg to sound if it could speak. ‘Um… Hi.’ you croaked. ‘Are you one of the children who stay at the hostel in town?’ You were an adult but you didn’t correct her. ‘Yeah.’ ‘I suppose you heard my story and are looking for advice.’ ‘I am… Sorry to bother you.’ ‘Come in for some tea, dear.’ she beckoned, removing the gloves and setting them on the windowsill next to the door.

The inside of her home was covered in decorations from the 80’s. It would have felt tacky if it hadn’t been obvious by the pristine state of the side tables and vases that these objects were loved. Ms O’Leary flitted around the kitchen as you sat awkwardly on her painfully orange couch. The cushion covers were worn but the place where a hole must have formed was patched up with a blue and white patterned piece of fabric.

‘Here you are dear, I only had Earl Grey.’ she apologised as she handed you a pretty pastel green mug full of steaming tea. It was a little too warm for hot drinks but you weren’t about to complain. ‘Do you want sugar, or biscuits?’ she offered. ‘Oh I’d love a biscuit.’ you admitted. Ms O’Leary smiled softly and pulled a metal biscuit box out from the bottom level of the coffee table. She opened it and explained the biscuits inside. You went for a simple “Sablé”. It crumbled deliciously in your mouth, sweet and buttery and crunchy. ‘This is delicious, thank you.’ ‘I’ll give you the recipe then.’ Ms O’Leary smiled.

There was a pause in the conversation where you both sipped your tea. The tangy flavour of the drink filled your mouth and you were surprised at how comforting the warmth of it was. ‘You have worries in your eyes, dear. Care to tell me what’s wrong?’ You hesitated but once you started speaking you couldn’t stop. ‘There’s this guy… he’s so sweet and kind and pretty… But he’s not my soulmate. Even though I’ve only known him for 5 days.. There’s something there. I haven’t even thought about it because it feels like I’m cheating on my soulmate…’

Ms O’Leary sighed. ‘Ah yes, the red string is strange. It connects you to the person who is going to be the most important to you. Whether that person is a lover, a friend or even an enemy is for you to figure out.’ ‘So why do people expect me to marry my soulmate?’ you asked, your voice wavering in what you thought was frustration but was really sadness. ‘I don’t use the word soulmate. Linked is more sensible. Often when people see two souls linked by fate, they immediately assume that they should be lovers but that assumption is quite often wrong. I had friends who were Linked, a lesbian woman and a gay man. There was no possibility they ever could have been lovers because they were attracted to the opposite gender. One day the link suddenly made sense. The three of us got into a car crash,’ as she said this she ran her fingers down a long jagged scar on her forearm, ‘and Finn pulled both his Linked and myself out of the car. He saved his Linked’s life that night. That was why they were tied together by the red string.’ Ms O’Leary paused for effect. ‘So you see, your Linked is only someone important, they do not have to be your love, only if you want them to be.’

You considered this new information. If two people who are as incompatible as a gay man and a lesbian can be soulmates, there must be a reason you weren’t in love with your soulmate. ‘I don’t want them to be. I want to go back to when we were only best friends. It feels like I lost them because of the string.’ ‘You don’t always have to go along with what people want you to do. You know that, don't you, dear?’ ‘I know.’ You answered in a huff. ‘So what about your new friend?’ Ms O’Leary asked. ‘What about Cheslock?’ You were confused. ‘What are you going to do?’ You sipped your tea to avoid answering but the old woman kept looking at you expectantly. ‘Nothing… He’s stringless so if we did have… something, he wouldn’t need to worry. But I’m not. I’m engaged.’ ‘You’re engaged to your Linked, correct?’ Ms O’Leary checked. ‘Yes.’ You were a little irritated by the question. Wasn’t it obvious? ‘Do you love your Linked?’ You sighed. ‘Not the way people expect me to.’ ‘I don’t expect you to.’ Ms O’Leary commented. ‘I don’t think anyone in this town expects you to. You should try loving the way you want to instead of the way you think you’re expected to. Even if it does only last a few weeks.’

Your heart swelled with hope. Should you? You wanted to try but you weren’t sure you could deal with the consequences. ‘Are you sure this is a good idea? What if I can’t go back?’ You asked before downing the last of your tea. ‘Then you don’t have to go back. You’ll find a solution, dear. You’re smart.’ With that the old woman stood up and pushed her hair behind her shoulders. She took your mug from you and put it into the sink before asking if you wanted another biscuit for the road. You thanked her profusely as she slipped you another “Sablé” and a small piece of paper with the recipe to make them scribbled on it.

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You arrived back at the hostel after the sun had set. Everyone was either eating or preparing to go to bed but Cheslock was neither in the kitchen with Agni and Soma nor in the dorm with everyone else. You noticed with a smile that Serena and Violet were sitting on Serena’s bed, one hand each on a phone and sharing a pair of earphones. Serena looked up when you entered and gave you a small wave before returning to whatever her and Violet were watching. You head up to the last place you hadn’t searched you could think of.

The roof of the hostel was flat with a belly-button-high barrier running around its entirety. It was littered with waterproof beanbags and hanging chairs of various colours and a couple of plants that were well and truly flourishing. Lit by a couple of sun-charged lamps the plants and the stark white floor glowed in a warm yellow light. A sad violin melody drifted to your ears from the other side of the roof. Cheslock’s lonely figure was sitting on the corner of the barrier, his legs dangling over the street. His hair was down and the slight breeze blew it in graceful waves. Styled like this it looked like it was all white.

You worried that he may lose his balance and fall off the roof if you surprised him so you just watched as he played. You recognised the piece Cheslock was playing but you couldn’t figure out where it was from for the life of you. A small smile tugged at your lips when you noticed a packet of lemon drops on a beanbag nearby.

Minus the sleeveless leather jacket Cheslock could easily have looked like a prince. No, you corrected yourself, like a Fae prince. The light from the street-lamp shone around him, lending the air around him a halo-like effect. He looked ethereal, fictional. Your brain struggled to understand that he was real and right there and that you had to fix the mess that had been created between you.

Cheslock finished the piece he was playing with a more hopeful flourish and set his violin on his knee, holding it by the fret. You deliberately brushed up against a plant, making a rustling noise as you stepped towards where he was sitting. ‘Hey.’ You said quietly. ‘Hi, I heard you come up.’ He matched your tone, soft and imbued with something akin to sadness. ‘I wanted to say sorry about the other day. Soulmates are kind of an uncomfortable subject for me.’ You tried to explain. ‘They are for me too, Love.’ ‘Tell me if you want to stop talking about this.’ Cheskock nodded. ‘I met my soulmate when we were kids.’ You explained. ‘We grew up together, really close, as best friends. Last year they asked me if we could try being more and I agreed. I kinda felt like I had to, like it wasn’t my choice to make… Same thing for when they proposed.’ He sucked in a loud surprised breath. ‘You’re engaged?’ ‘Yeah… I took off my ring when I got here. I don’t know why.’

Silence settled over you, only broken by the breeze making a wind-chime tinkle and the repetitive chirping of cicadas. Your thoughts drowned out the quiet background noise, rushing so fast you could barely catch what they were saying. Maybe you shouldn’t have told him. Did he hate you now? Because you weren’t… available? Would he refuse to talk to you ever again? A stabbing pain coursed through your heart as you envisioned the rest of your holiday without Cheslock. You didn’t like that, not one bit. You had to fix this.

‘I don’t love them.’ You hurried to add. Cheslock tilted his head to show he was listening. ‘I mean I love them but only platonically… I don’t know what I’m going to do when I go home. This trip is an engagement gift from my friends.’ He hummed in what you hoped was understanding. ‘They were all so happy for me…’ ‘What does this have to do with me?’ He asked in a flat voice, looking straight out into the night. You flinched internally at his tone. ‘Ah- well… would it be wrong for me to…’ you struggled. ‘Listen Cheslock…’ ‘Ches.’ He corrected you. ‘Ches… I can’t explain it but I feel a kind of connection to you. I hope it doesn’t make you uncomfortable.’ He handed you his violin and swung his legs back onto the roof, hopping slightly as he landed. ‘Different from the connection you have with your soulmate?’ he asked, taking the instrument back. Your heart fluttered as your eyes met. ‘Yeah… Stronger. Minus the platonic…’ He stared, surprise obvious in his expression. ‘I’m sorry.’ You apologised.

Cheslock turned from you and your heart dropped into your uncomfortable jelly sandals. He placed his violin reverently onto the beanbag with the lemon drops then faced you once more. A gentle hand reached out to wrap its fingers around your left wrist. He stood with his head turned down at the white floor, his face hidden by a sheet of white hair but illuminated by a nearby lamp. Cheslock pushed his hair back with his free hand and caught your eyes. The nightlight gave his eyes a childlike quality, a sweet spark. ‘Don’t be.’ He smiled.

‘What?’ You had lost track of the conversation, distracted by how pretty he was. ‘Don’t be sorry, Love. I feel that connection too.’ You watched, your heart in your throat as your soulstring swirled around your connected hands. You almost made yourself believe you imagined Cheslock saying that but you can’t. The reality hit you and suddenly your stomach was an olympic gymnast doing backflips. ‘Really?’ Your voice had gone all squeaky, embarrassing. ‘You don’t hate me for cheating on my soulmate?’ Cheslock shook his head with a light smile. ‘Doesn’t count as cheating if you’re only with them because everyone expects you to be.’ A bittersweet flavour filled your mouth, as though you had eaten an out of date lemon-drop, sticky and a little gross but you smile back.

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You spent the next three days glued together, getting to know each other and to care for one another more and more. Who would have known that two people who weren’t soulmates would have so much in common and yet enough differences for conversations to still be interesting? Eventually it felt like you had known Cheslock for your entire life.

How could you not? The two of you were sitting on Ches’s bunk swapping stories. The conversation had started off discussing music and had ended up with you comparing your favourite classic Disney movies. ‘No, I swear, Atlantis was my bi awakening.’ Ches laughed quietly, his shoulders shaking with the effort of keeping quiet. Your cheeks hurt from how much smiling you had been doing. You shushed him, afraid you might wake the others up. It really shouldn't have been so hysterical but something about the air and the company that night was just so good.

You managed to stop giggling, taking deep breaths in the glow of Cheslock’s phone screen. You tried not to look at him because you were definitely going to start wheezing again if you did. His laughs died down next to you as he leaned his head against your shoulder. Your legs were folded under you and were starting to get a little uncomfortable, his knees kept bumping into yours every time he shifted. Ches took his head off your shoulder to peer down at a notification he had just received then looked back up. Your eyes locked with his and time seemed to slow.

The breath caught in your throat when Cheslock quirked his head to the side with a small smile, his hair was down and still slightly damp from the shower he had had earlier. He was so pretty, ethereal really. His body moved forwards only slightly before returning to its original position, like he was hesitating to get closer to you. Ches’s eyes sparkled in the glow of his phone as he took a deep breath. ‘Can I kiss you Y/N?’ He whispered. You didn’t answer, instead you launched yourself at him, mashing your lips to his.

As much as you wanted to be able to say that your first kiss with Cheslock had been soft and sweet, it really wasn’t. Your lips mashed together bruisingly and your teeth clashed from the matching idiotic grins you were sporting. One of Ches’s hands held your hip, his black polished fingertips digging into you through your pyjamas while the other cupped the back of your neck. You were holding yourself up from crushing him completely, your legs had wound together to the point where you weren’t sure where you ended and he began. You pressed firm kisses into his lips, smiling every time you pulled apart. His lips were exactly the way you had expected, slightly chapped from his habit of picking at the fragile skin but soft and warm all the same.

As you shared this moment a sticky warmth bloomed from your chest and seeped into your bones. No matter how hard you tried from now on, you knew there was no way you would ever be able to stay away. Shit leaving is going to hurt. You ignored the thought, opening your mouth to lick into Ches’s. His tongue met yours and slowly slid over it. He tasted like toothpaste, you had to pull away to smile again.

Cheslock slid the hand he had on your hip down to squeeze your ass, taking advantage of the break to ask if it was okay. It was. You connected your mouths again, it was a real struggle not to smile constantly. Ches used the hand he had on your ass to pull you forwards so your hips would press into his. Now that you were flush against him you could feel the rhythm of his breathing. It reminded you that this was real, that you weren’t dreaming. He captured your bottom lip between his teeth and bit down, careful not to hurt you. You moaned quietly, blood rushing in your ears.

A sudden shuffling of blankets made you freeze. Cheslock quickly pulled back, your lips making a sweet “chu” sound as they separated.

Violet shuffled across the room using his phone’s torch to light his way. He paused when he noticed your bed was empty and flashed the light up to Ches’s. You snapped your eyes shut and forced your breathing to slow, pretending to sleep. You felt the man under you do the same. The zap of adrenaline of almost getting caught making out at two in the morning tapered out as you felt tendrils of real sleep weave their way into your mind.

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You let out a tired groan at the blinding light that shone right in your face. Everything around was comfortable, a lithe arm was wrapped around your ribcage, its hand hanging lightly against your back. Your cheek was squished against a slowly moving chest, your face unfortunately for you was turned towards the ceiling, a ray of sunshine shining right on your forehead and into your eyes.

As much as you were comfortable you were starting to overheat, sweat pearling down your spine in a futile attempt from your body to cool you down. You wiggled yourself into a position where only your legs were still touching Ches’s. His eyes blinked open slowly, taking in his surroundings and landing on you.

‘Hey.’ He said, his voice deep, gravely and sleep addled. ‘Hi.’ You fought the blush that was threatening to creep across your cheeks.

You looked up at him. Light freckles you had never noticed before peppered the bridge of Ches’s nose and the squish of his cheeks. The sun made his eyes almost glow, illuminating the childlike spark that his pupils always held. He smiled down at you drowsily.

‘You wanna go to the beach?’ He asked. You nodded, hitting your head on the pillow in your enthusiasm and he laughed.

The sea filled your senses, the sound drowning out everything else and calming your racing heart. Walking down to the beach had been tiring to say the least. Ches’s large hand was wrapped around yours, slightly sweaty but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. The smell of brine, dry seaweed and sun-drenched sand gripped at your lungs. You were sure you would remember this.

A loud laugh cut through your contemplation, Mey-Rin and Soma were chasing each other through the shallow waves, Agni watching from a beach towel a safe distance away. Violet and Serena were huddled in the shade of a parasol chatting animatedly.

‘Y/N! Cheslock!’ Called Soma, waving over at you so you would come and join them in the sea. ‘You’re late!’ Mey-Rin shouted to you. You smiled guiltily. Ches slipped his hand out of yours and jogged over to Soma, who immediately started splashing him. Mey-Rin walked over to meet you on the beach.

‘You two were so cute earlier so we didn’t wake you up.’ She grinned. ‘I have photos though.’ She added, gesturing vaguely in Agni’s direction where you assumed she had left her phone. Your stomach grumbled. Mey-Rin laughed. ‘Wanna get ice-cream?’ You nodded quickly, having skipped breakfast to come straight down to the beach. ‘Let’s grab Serena too.’ You added.

The three of you walked through the shallow waves towards the other end of the beach where a small ice-cream shop stood. Mey-Rin skipped in front, kicking at seaweed and picking up small shells as Serena and you talked. She told you that Violet and her had figured out they lived close by in London and had already made plans to meet up to go to Serena’s favourite museum. ‘I’ve gotta say, I’m jealous.’ You admitted. ‘Why?’ ‘I don’t think Ches wants to keep in touch after this.’ Serena shot you a confused look. ‘What do you mean? Have you even seen how he looks at you? It’s like he thinks you were made on purpose by Aphrodite or something.’ She laughed. ‘What?’ ‘I swear, if you asked him for a star he’d learn how to pilot a rocket ship and go get you one.’ ‘Okay fine, let’s say he did want to keep speaking. It wouldn’t be a good idea anyway because of my whole soulmate mess.’ You sighed as your trio walked into the ice-cream shop. ‘Ah. This is depressing, let’s change the subject.’ Serena waved a hand as though to dispel the sad atmosphere the conversation had created.

Mey-Rin ordered a blackberry sorbet in a cone with a wafer. She grinned as she immediately bit into it after the vendor had handed it to her. Serena and you winced, biting ice-cream, criminal. Serena got a scoop of vanilla in a tub with a miniature spoon. She scraped the neon purple spoon over the ice-cream before inspecting it closely before sticking it in her mouth. ‘Hm. This is good.’ She commented. After discussing with Mey and Serena you decided to order a scoop of vanilla and one of blackberry in a cone. The tangy slightly crunchy blackberry was a perfect contrast for the creaminess of the vanilla.

Your trio strolled back to where your friends were. You watched as Soma tackled Ches into the waves, both of them disappearing for a few seconds before they re-emerged, both completely soaked. Cheslocks carefully done up hair flopped over and dripped on the shoulder of his drenched t-shirt. He looked over at you with a grin.

‘Gonna give me a taste?’ He called. ‘Come here then!’ You shouted back.

He ran out of the waves, lifting his knees comically high and sped up the beach to where Agni was sitting and reading a book. Ches peeled his shirt off and dropped it onto his friend’s feet earning a surprised but irritated cry of protest from Agni.

‘What’d you get?’ He asked. As he jogged towards you. You didn’t answer very fast, too busy watching a drop of water slide from his collarbone down between his pecs and into his belly-button. ‘Uh Vanilla.’ He rolled his eyes. ‘And blackberry.’ ‘Blackberry? Epic! I love that shit. Come here.’ Ches wrapped his long musician’s fingers around your wrist and pulled the ice-cream towards him. He held your eyes as he stuck out his tongue and licked a stripe up your fingers where you hadn’t noticed blackberry sorbet had dripped. He licked the ice-cream too, his lips pulling into a crooked grin as you let out a shuddering breath, trying to quell the arousal that had started to pool in your gut.

‘Hey!’ Wailed Mey-Rin. ‘No horny in front of us thank you!’ She grabbed Cheslock’s still dripping forehead and shoved it away from your hand playfully. He laughed. ‘Sorry.’ He said in a sing-song voice. You couldn’t pull your eyes away from his lips that had been stained purple by the ice-cream.

That night, your dorm gathered on the roof for a barbeque and drinks. The food was expertly prepared by Agni, of course. You smiled and sipped a mojito in a champagne glass that Edward had handed you as you watched Mey-Rin and Soma dance to a tune Ches was playing on his violin. You could see Serena swaying in tempo on the beanbag she shared with Violet as they smiled and chatted quietly, cut off from the rest of the party. Your eyes were drawn by Ches as he launched into what seemed to be the chorus of the song he was playing. It was a happy but melancholy tune with fiddle inspirations. He played dramatically, moving way more than you knew was necessary to play the violin, his hair which he had fixed back into its usual deathhawk bobbing as he hit every beat with his whole body. He was really pretty, so kind and smart and handsome in his emo-esque clothes. You had never expected to fall for someone like him but now you had, you felt like you should have known you would. It had been so easy.

When Ches finished his tune you asked him what it had been. He grinned and said it was his own version of “Lemon Drops” by Raynes. He had felt it was fitting for the situation. It made sense to you, the song was cheery but bittersweet, like Ches had sensed you were thinking about how you would always be each-other’s biggest “what if”, a few moments earlier.

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The second-last day came and went way too fast. The weeks had blended into each-other in a haze of adventures and greek summer sun. Your time with Ches was running out, the thought was constantly on your mind in the second week, tainting the sticky sweet memories you were making with something acidic.

You stood by the bus stop, hand in hand with Ches, painfully aware that this was the last sunset you’d ever watch together. You looked out at the beautiful colours that the sun was painting over the horizon, slightly annoyed that the weather didn’t match how you felt inside. Ches’s long fingers that were threaded with yours tightened a little as he took a deep breath. ‘You know,’ he started to get your attention, you leaned your head towards him to show you were listening. ‘I don’t think I’ve ever cared about someone like this… but you already have someone else. You don’t need me.’ Thorny tendrils of sadness wound themselves around your heart. ‘I’m sorry. I love you.’ ‘Then leave them. Leave your soulmate and stay with me.’ Ches said, his voice cracking at the word “stay”. ‘I can’t.’ ‘You like your comfort too much.’ It wasn’t a question. ‘Yeah. I’m sorry.’ ‘I’m not worth the discomfort of the change.’

You wanted nothing more than to stay here forever, in this small homey village you had started thinking of as your home over the past two weeks. But something was holding you back. You wanted to kick yourself and scream until you figured out what it was so you could get rid of it and be with him. With Cheslock. But you couldn’t.

‘Ches, I wouldn’t just lose my best friend, all of my other friends would hate me for it. And don’t even get me started on my family.’ ‘I get it,’ he sighed, ‘I’m not good enough for you to give up everything. I wish I was surprised.’ He sounded like he was about to cry, his voice and the hand you were holding trembling with emotion. You pulled him into a hug, your nose pressed against the crook of his neck and arms wrapped around his waist. He didn’t reciprocate, standing there stiffly. ‘You’re worth the world Ches, you deserve someone who’ll love you without doubting themselves. I’m not that person, but I can assure you I’ll never forget you. You’ll always have a place in my heart.’ You said, your lips ghosting against his skin just above the neckline of his white tank top. You weren’t sure he had even heard you because of how quiet you had spoken until he wrapped his arms around your shoulder and squeezed you. ‘But you won’t stay.’ Your eyebrows pulled together heart stinging from being forced to leave Ches. ‘I can’t. But I can love you until the very last second we have together.’

Ches sniffed and suddenly you were both sobbing, clinging onto each-other so hard you both struggled to breathe.

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The last day, the one everyone had been dreading had finally arrived. Most of the day was spent cleaning up the hostel and tracking down everyone’s belongings. You and Ches weren’t the only ones who were sad about having to leave. You caught Serena and Violet hugging tightly on the roof as you searched for Mey-Rin’s battery pack. Soma was less energetic than usual and Elisabeth and Paula had run off to the beach one last time, followed closely by Edward who was shouting at them to come back and pack their bags.

As you gave Mey-Rin her battery that you had found behind the bread box in the kitchen for some reason, she told you she hoped she would see you again next year. You didn’t have the heart to tell her you were probably going to be going on holiday with your soon to be spouse. Everyone bundled together in the kitchen for one last meal, fishing into big bowls of salad and plates of meat kindly prepared by an exhausted and slightly mopey Agni. You learned from Ches that he had spent the whole night tracking down Soma’s expensive watch (it was on the roof in a plant pot). This made you smile sadly, knowing that you wouldn’t get to participate in this organised chaos again.

Mey-Rin and Soma, in a bout to get everyone (and their own)’s spirits back up, badgered Cheslock into playing a tune after desert. He stood at the end of the table, wearing the same studded leather number he had sported on the day you all arrived and a pair of ripped black jeans. He played the most emotional piece you had ever heard, his eyes closed and his fingers fast against the strings. The tune finished with Ches’s hand sliding up to play a perfect harmonic on the D string. Unfortunately the performance hadn’t made anyone feel better, just more depressed about having to leave this all behind.

Around two hours later the bus parked at the stop and honked loudly to signal its presence. Everyone packed their suitcases and souvenirs into the hold and suddenly you were driving away from the tiny Greek town you knew you were all going to miss painfully. Ches slipped into the seat next to you with a sigh. Neither of you spoke much, preferring to sleep, using each-other’s shoulders as pillows for most of the way. By the time the bus got stuck in traffic going into the city where the airport was you were chatting quietly about your (impossible) dreams.

Your busfull trooped into the airport, unusually quiet. Everyone was getting ready to say goodbye as they checked their flights. Ches tugged gently on the sleeve of your shirt to get your attention. You followed him a few metres away, wondering what was going on. He reached up and unclipped a thick shiny silver chain from around his neck. You expected it to be a bit heavy but were surprised at how comfortable it was as he reached round to fasten the clip behind the nape of your neck. He gave a downhearted smile as he centred the silver padlock pendant against your sternum.

‘Just to make sure you don’t forget I exist too fast.’ Your heart squeezed in your chest. You searched your pockets for something to give him in return, only coming up with a couple of shells and your engagement ring. You held it out on your palm. ‘I could say I lost it.’ ‘Don’t. I don’t need a souvenir to remember I love you.’ That was the first time he had said it out loud. Your stomach gave a bittersweet flip-flop. He chuckled sadly and you followed suit.

Ches took a deep breath, trying to stabilise the emotions that were threatening to overflow. ‘Listen… If you ever change your mind… You know where to find me, right?’ He asked. You laughed a little. ‘Yeah.’ as you went to add a dumb joke a slightly robotic voice called “flight 187 in direction of (insert place where you live) now boarding at gate three.” You swallowed a ball of thorns as you realised that’s your flight. Cheslock noticed too. ‘You should go.’ he said, taking a step back towards the group. ‘I should…’ You trailed off. ‘Can I get a goodbye kiss?’ You asked tentatively.

Ches didn’t answer. He grabbed your waist and connected your lips. He sucked gently on your bottom lip before swiping his tongue over it, asking for permission. You parted your lips, your eyes fluttering. He tasted like the lemon lollipop he ate on the bus, bittersweet but delicious. You took a shuddering breath, on the verge of crying as you stroked his tongue with yours and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. Your bodies pressed together like they too were dreading to be separated. You fisted the back of his leather jacket, the studs digging into your skin as he tried to pull away. You pressed a few more gentle, sad kisses against his now familiar chapped lips before you let him go.

Taking a step back you realised that Ches had tears pouring down his face, ruining his eyeliner. In the same breath you noticed your face was wet too, eyes blurry from your emotions. ‘Bye… thanks for everything…’ You sniffled, turning and walking away, unable to hold Ches’s sorrowful gaze anymore.

‘Bye Y/N! Have a good flight!’ Chorused Soma and Mey-Rin, adding another stab of pain to your collection. ‘Bye guys!’ You called and started jogging, partly because you didn’t want to miss your flight, partly because if you looked back you were going to miss it on purpose.

Boarding passed in a flash and suddenly you were sitting in an uncomfortable plane seat, staring out of the window at the great expanse of Greece from the air. ‘Fuck.’ You muttered, the pain of being forced away from your new friends becoming a little too much. You wrapped your black-polished (by Ches, of course) fingers around the padlock, full on sobbing now, holding onto the pendant for dear life.

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The next few weeks passed by in a haze of stress and bittersweet memories. Your soulmate commented on your new necklace. You said it’s from a good friend you made on your trip. If they noticed that the sparkle in your eyes was tears, they didn’t say.

#Cheslock x reader #Cheslock/reader #anime #fanfiction #kuroshitsuji #fluff and angst #so much fucking angst #I cried writing the end of this #I love Ches so much

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Bittersweet Lemon Drops Chapter 1.

You arrive in the tiny greek town where your friends sent you as an engagement gift. You make new friends and are faced with some... complications.

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Soulmates… You had already found yours. It had been easy, the sweet, kind friend you had known for as long as you remembered had turned out to be your fated. You considered yourself lucky, not everyone’s soulmate story was as good as yours was. Some were fated to people they’d never meet because of distance or unfortunate timing, some were fated to criminals and some were fated to people they just didn’t get along with. And yet it was still seen as taboo to date or marry or even consider a romantic relationship with anyone but the person you shared your red string with. Perfectly stupid in your opinion, but you supposed that when in Rome, do as the Romans do, right? So you went along with the rules and never dated, at all. Because your soulmate was only your best friend and could never be anything else. You couldn’t imagine yourself kissing them let alone marrying them and building a family. Your relationship was purely platonic and you were both happy with that.

Until they weren’t.

Your soulmate came to you one day after you had returned from an exhausting class and had asked ‘What if we tried… You know, to do the soulmate thing. Properly.’ this had taken you aback. Why were they randomly asking you this question when you had agreed, years ago, that you were platonic soulmates only? Well, maybe it was because it had been years, thirteen to be exact, since you had found out you were soulmates. You had been children then. Maybe that’s why. So you played along, wanting to make them happy because even if you weren’t attracted to them in that way you still loved them.

It seemed you tried too hard.

You were set to get married in less than a month. It had been too fast, the engagement, but your families and friends had expected it (and obnoxiously encouraged it) since you had known you were soulmates for most of your lives. You had grown up together after all, best friends forever after. Only best friends. But they loved you and the new developpement in your relationship had made everyone around you so happy that you almost forgot you didn’t actually want this. Family outings had turned into performances and loving your soulmate had become a chore. Something you did out of necessity. But your soulmate’s grandparents were old and they really wanted their grandmother to walk them down the aisle. So you went along with it. As an engagement present your friends had planned a solo trip to a tiny beach town in the south of Greece. They had called it “your last moment of freedom”. Your heart had hurt when you realised that that’s exactly what it was. You would spend the rest of your life performing a perfect soulmate relationship for everyone but yourself.

XXXX

The bus trip from the airport to the town had been hellish. Too hot, with no air conditioning; the person in front of you had insisted on pushing their seat back as far as possible so they could be comfortable. You weren’t. Your shorts had been digging into your thighs for hours and you were so sweaty that you were sure your skin would stick to the cheap faux-leather seats when you tried to stand.

Through the discomfort you could still appreciate the beauty of the rolling landscape. Sprawling expanses of olive trees lined up here, a tiny village hidden there and a space between the hills through which you could see the glimmering turquoise Mediterranean appearing now and then. The music in your earphones, which were almost out of battery after four hours of constant usage, had gone from slightly depressing to hopeful in the time that the bus took to get from the biggest city in the region to the stop just opposite the youth hostel you would be staying in.

You unstuck yourself from your seat with a wince, you were bound to have lines mirroring the sewing on the chair engraved into your skin. Your steps were heavy as you grabbed your backpack and climbed down the steep stairs of the bus’s middle door, past the stinky toilets you had refused to use the whole ride.

The summer breeze that blew your hair into your eyes was not unwelcome after the stuffy bus. Sadly it did make it so you couldn’t see, and you walked straight into someone. A surprised “ah” left your lips as you lost your balance and almost tripped over someone’s suitcase. But you didn't fall. Instead a pair of large and slightly sweaty hands stabilised you by your shoulders. You pushed the hair out of your eyes, wanting to thank your saviour but ended up just staring.

He, although one mustn’t assume, was tall, taller than all of your friends, with hair that was buzzed and black at the sides and white, shaped into a deathhawk on the top. His ears were littered with piercings, you caught yourself wondering if he was pierced anywhere else. You watched as he caught his bottom lip between his teeth and smiled crookedly. The metal in his ears glittered in the burning sun, almost blinding. His eyeliner was smudged, it almost looked like he had cried on the bus.

‘Hi.’ He said. You wanted to kick yourself, how long had you been ogling him? ‘HI!’ You shouted then cringed when the busdriver looked at you curiously. ‘Sorry I fell on you!’ You backed away from him. ‘It’s okay.’ You heard him laugh as you turned around to search through the hold for your suitcase. You found it under a hard-side case that was so purple it was almost black and covered in band stickers. Attempting to move it you bumped into someone and they laughed. ‘You walk into people like this often?’ It was the black and white haired person again. You apologised and moved aside so he could get his case. Of course the dark purple case covered in stickers would be owned by the person with smudged eyeliner and a sleeveless leather jacket. Of course.

You pulled your suitcase out of the hold and stood panting for a few seconds. It really was way too hot. As everyone seemed to be fighting to get into the hostel through the small blue front door you decided to wait. You wondered if you might be able to see the ocean from here, so you rolled your case round the bus.

The view was so beautiful you had to catch your breath. The town spread out over the side of a steep hill that sloped all the way down to the water. Blue and white houses squeezed together along narrow streets barely big enough for a car to pass through in the town centre, thinning out as they got further away from the church and the port. A lonely house stood about 700 metres away from where the agglomeration ended. Its paint wasn’t as bright as the other buildings, like the owner had neglected to repaint it this year. It looked sad, rejected despite the harmony of its architecture and the lushness of its garden. You wondered why it was apart from the others. You felt drawn to it, like the house had something to teach you. Some long forgotten knowledge you needed to be reminded of. You promised yourself to go and explore it, just to see if it was inhabited.

‘Beautiful isn’t it? This view is the reason I keep coming back.’ said a voice next to you. A sticker-covered purple suitcase rolled into sight. ‘Yeah. I can barely believe this place is real.’ you breathed, afraid to disturb the peace if you spoke too loud. ‘It’s real alright. What’s your name?’ ‘Y/N,’ you said, it felt like sharing a secret, ‘You?’ ‘Cheslock but I let pretty people call me Ches.’ you could hear the grin in his voice. ‘Before I misgender you too much, what pronouns do you use?’ you asked. ‘He, him. Yours?’ he answered. You answered and thanked him for asking. ‘Only natural.’ if his voice were food it would be salted caramel on ice cream and berries. It was warm, sweet and melty like it could slip into all your pores and stick to you. But it still had the sharpness of wit which made you want to listen to him read the dictionary. ‘We should dump our stuff in the hostel, I’m sure you want to check out the beach.’ he said, turning back to the building where people had stopped swarming. ‘You’re not wrong.’ you followed as he walked, thinking about the glittering waves and warm sand.

After dumping your case and backpack on the bottom of a bunk bed and helping Cheslock lift his insanely heavy bag onto the bed above yours, you excused yourself to change into a swimming costume and less sweaty clothes.

You didn’t know what made you do it, you pulled up your pants and your engagement ring, on your left pinky where your Red String was, caught on the belt loop. With a frustrated huff you slipped it off your finger and stuffed it into your pocket. Immediately without the outside proof of your having a soulmate you felt more free. You could still see the string, of course, but taking off the thick red ring made your heart lighter.

Over the too few months you had had it, the ring had started to feel like a shackle. You had started resenting your soulmate for giving it to you. Which was absurd because you had been the one to accept it. In front of all your friends and your soulmate’s parents. You sighed and left the bathroom, wondering if Cheslock had waited for you. He had.

XXXX

Cheslock was sitting on his bed holding a violin like a guitar and plucking away a fast-paced but bittersweet melody. He looked up when he heard the door click shut.

‘Well you took a while.’ he teased. ‘Ready to go? The others are already down at the beach. Well everyone apart from Gregory, he probably went to the church.’ he muttered the last part more for himself than for you then looked up with a sparkle in his eyes. He had fixed his liner and taken the leather jacket off.

‘I have to put suncream on first but yeah I’m ready.’ you answered, rooting through your backpack for the bottle of “Hawaiian tropical silk hydration” spf you had shoved into the bottom that morning. ‘That’s something I love about coming back every year, I get to take the newbies to all the pretty places I found.’ he played a little trill of notes, his long fingers fast, eyes focused on the strings. ‘Are you the only one who comes back?’ you ask, rubbing cream into your legs. ‘Nah there’s a few of us. Gregory, of course, he’s obsessed with the church paintings. He comes back every year. The Midford siblings, their parents pay for the trip to get them out of the house, and Lizzie’s friend Paula…’ he paused to think. ‘Soma and Agni come every other year and Mey-Rin who kinda just shows up.’ he paused again. ‘Oh and Sulli and Wolf but they live in town.’ he finished and put the violin into its case, he had somehow found one that fit snugly into his suitcase. ‘Ready?’ You had just finished spreading sun cream over your face. ‘Yep!’

The walk down to the beach was hard. The streets were much steeper than they seemed and little stones kept getting into your shoes. Cheslock teased you relentlessly over the pebbles and how much you complained about them. Eventually you gave up, looped your laces together and hung your shoes over your shoulders. No stones would get into your shoes if you weren’t wearing shoes. The conversation strayed from the places Cheslock wanted to show you to the lonely house on the cliff.

He informed you that it was inhabited by an Irish pensioner and her five cats. The black and white haired man went on about how Gregory and himself had sat in her sitting-room drinking homemade lemonade while she talked about her life. Ms O’Leary was one of the 20% of stringless people. She had spent her whole life wondering why her soulstring cut off 30 centimetres from her finger. She searched and searched for what she might have done to insult the universe for it to decide that she didn’t deserve a soulmate. Eventually she had ended up in Greece and she had come upon another stringless person. Ms O’Leary’s love had passed away a few years ago and she refused to change anything about the house they had lived in. She wanted to keep her love’s memory alive even if she had moved on to the next stage of her existence.

Once Cheslock had finished his story you realised you had almost made it to the beach. The scent of the sea floated on the wind and filled your lungs. You breathed in deep, like it was the first time you were truly alive, on this little beach, with a bunch of strangers and without your soulmate. You looked down at your left hand, your string was slack and trailing behind you, it was easy to forget it was there without the ring. People noticed the ring. Strings? They were invisible to everyone but their owners. You could almost be stringless.

Cheslock grabbed your hand and made you run down the beach to the sea. He let go and waded out into the water with his shoes on, beckoning you to join.

The sun had started to sink from its spot high in the sky and the air had gotten a little less hot. You dropped your shoes on dry sand and carefully stepped forwards so only your toes were in the waves. You gasped as the water chilled your skin. It was colder than you had expected. You paddled towards Cheslock, who was grinning widely, and enjoyed the odd feeling of sand and sea water washing between your toes. Once you were close enough Cheslock kicked up some water with a mischievous smile. You squealed as it splashed up your shins and dripped off your knees.

‘Hey!’ you shouted, jokingly outraged. He splashed you again, a provocation. Cheslock leaned forward and said ‘What? Afraid to get wet?’. There was a flirtatious undertone in his smirk. ‘Fight me!’ You kicked water at him hard enough for it to splash his white t-shirt. Droplets landed on his skin where the fabric was ripped at the shoulder. ‘You’re on.’ he grinned before lunging at you.

You didn’t dodge fast enough and he tackled you. Your bodies came crashing down into the waves in a peal of laughter and a mess of limbs. The water wasn’t deep enough to cover your face as you lay there breathless and still laughing. ‘Noooo.’ you moaned. ‘My hair’s wet, it’ll take hours to dry. I didn’t bring a towel down.’ ‘I’ll get one from Edward don’t worry. He always brings one too many.’ Cheslock reassured you and helped you to your feet.

After you acquired a huge yellow beach towel from an energetic blond man who stood right in front of his younger sister the whole time he and Cheslock were talking, you and the black and white haired man started strolling back and forth along the shore.

Somehow, though you were strangers, the conversation never lulled. Cheslock let you explain to him that Apollo, the sun god, drove a golden chariot across the sky and that was why the sun moved throughout the day even though you were certain he already knew the myth. In turn you listened to him tell the tale of Orpheus and how one time when Cheslock was exploring the countryside around the town he had gotten lost and found a very strangely shaped stone he was sure could be Orpheus’s head. You were glad you had managed to avoid the subject of your own soulmates until then. You weren’t sure you wanted to discuss that with this attractive pretty-much-stranger.

Unfortunately that wouldn’t last forever. The sun had sunk half way under the horizon when Cheslock and your conversation had been cut off by someone shouting his name. And you had just been about to make a joke about Apollo getting tired too. You almost huffed but stopped yourself when Cheslock’s face lit up at the sound of the voice.

‘Ayeeee Gregory! You decided to come down for dinner after all!’ He called and started walking over to the palest man you had ever seen. Gregory was wearing a cape with the hood pulled low over his face but you could see he was smiling softly at Cheslock’s enthusiasm underneath. A short blonde girl walked a few paces behind him, looking at the man with what could only be described as stars in her eyes. ‘It’s the first night, I had to.’ He answered looking at the sun like he was gauging if it was low enough for him to remove his hood without risking sunburn. It seemed it was because he tugged off the whole cape and draped it on the sand.

If you had been confused about “dinner” you needn’t have been. A very tall man with an immaculately white turban and a shorter man with long black hair and tanned skin were carrying a few baskets packed with food towards where Gregory had sat down. Sensing that it was time to eat, the blonde man who lent you his towel put down the long stick he had been using to fake sword-fight with his sister. She pouted but joined him when he offered his help with carrying the baskets.

Within five minutes a small group of people had gathered around the food, everyone chatting and catching up. You felt a little left out, not knowing anyone, but noticed that the blonde who had arrived with Gregory was sitting a little apart from the group. You decided to speak to her.

‘Hey, first time here too?’ you asked as you offered her a tupperware of chopped carrots you had pulled out of the closest basket. ‘Yeah.’ she answered, taking the whole tupperware. ‘Does everyone else know each other?’ ‘I don’t think so. But Cheslock,’ you pointed at the man who was hanging off Edward (if you remembered well)’s shoulders, ‘said that some people come back every year.’ ‘Ah it makes sense they’d be like this then. I’m Serena, by the way.’ ‘Your name suits you.’ you commented. ‘I’m Y/N.’ You and Serena complained about the bus ride until Cheslock came to get you two and introduce you to everyone. It turned out that you and Serena were indeed the only “new” people in the group. Learning so many names at the same time was a bit of an overload on your brain so after politely turning down a slice of pizza since you had already had one, you wandered off towards the water.

Throughout the afternoon you had almost forgotten you had taken off your engagement ring. It was so easy to forget everything that was weighing on your shoulders here in this beautiful town and though you didn’t want to admit it, with Cheslock. There was something about him that just pulled you in. Maybe it was the mischievous shine in his eyes, maybe it was the way he talked and listened to you like you were the most important person in the world or maybe it was just because he wasn’t your soulmate. After all, you had watched him interact with his friends and he listened as intently as he did with you. He must treat everyone like that. You wondered why he was so kind and attentive. He would make a good summer camp counsellor, you thought. Well, this was almost a summer camp, just with adults instead of teenagers.

You slipped your hand into your pocket and fidgeted with your ring. You wondered if Cheslock had found his soulmate yet. Some sick part of you hoped he hadn’t or even that he was stringless. Just so you could justify your burgeoning crush without feeling too bad. He was just… he was so sweet. And not even your best friend, your soulmate, had ever listened so enthusiastically to you spewing information about Greek myths he already knew. You selfishly wondered if there was any way you could take a piece of him with you when you left towards the rest of your life. Like the ball of a piercing or a broken violin string. You knew you would keep the memory of today and the next two weeks in your heart forever but something told you that wouldn’t be enough. This place, this tiny Greek town with its miniscule port and beach and steep streets and blue and white houses and these people, these strangers, felt more like home than anywhere ever had.

You sighed and watched the water glisten in the oranges and pinks of the sunset, trying to commit every detail of the little fishing boats and distant islands to memory.

‘Heyy Y/N.’ Cheslock had snuck up on your left and thrown an arm around your shoulders. ‘Sunset’s pretty isn’t it?’ ‘Yeah. I wish I could stay here forever.’ ‘What’s stopping you?’ Ah if only he knew. You couldn’t tell him about your troubles like this… right? You barely knew him. ‘Your soulmate?’ Ah he had guessed. ‘Yeah…’ you didn’t want to speak about this, not with him. Out of the corner of your eyes you saw his lopsided grin falter. ‘Sounds messy. I hope it works out.’ he sighed. ‘Thanks. I don’t know how that’ll happen but I hope so too.’ ‘We should get back to the Hostel. Agni, Soma and Mey-Rin invited me to go to the ancient ruins on that,’ he pointed to the island in the distance, ‘island. Soma said you could come if you want but I should warn you Agni wants to leave early.’ You considered. It might be fun to explore. ‘How early?’ You ask without looking at him, surveying the island. It was small enough for you to be able to walk all the way round the shore in a few hours. ‘Five am.’ Cheslock winced, like he was almost regretting agreeing to the trip. ‘We should get going then. If we want to get a full night’s sleep that is.’ He grinned. ‘Yeah.’ and grabbed your left hand. You almost pulled away, like his touch burned but you let him pull you towards where sand turned into tarmac.

Your soulstring twirled and wrapped around your linked hands in a swirl of vibrant red. Weird, it had never done that. You ignored it. ‘We’re going back to the Hostel!’ Cheslock called over to his friends. ‘Take a basket!’ shouted the guy you were almost sure was Agni. Cheslock sighed and waited for him to bring the food basket over.

You struggled up the steep main street back to the Hostel. At one point Cheslock had started pulling you behind him. He had tried to run up the hill while holding your hand but all he had managed was to make you walk a little faster. You spent the whole way back laughing like teenagers. Joking around and never once letting go of each other's hand.

Once you had stumbled through the Hostel door, Cheslock dumped the basket on a table in the kitchen, earning a few irritated looks from the other patrons. As you got ready for bed he told you the room you had picked was the one he and his friends always shared. Only you and Serena were newbies. There were ten beds and eight were taken up by their friend group.

The lukewarm shower you took was welcome after a full day of sweating in the heat of Greek summer. You watched the water wash over your skin and drip onto the floor while Cheslock plucked away at his violin, sitting on the floor on the other side of the door. He had walked you to the bathroom under the pretext that you might be lonely or get lost. You imagined the real reason was that he wanted in the bathroom after you so he wouldn’t have to wait for another patron to shower. He was good company anyway so you didn’t mind.

The Hostel wasn’t pristine, far from it, but it was homey. Everyone wound down for the night in different ways, the Midford siblings and Paula chattered about the walk they had taken up the cliffs near the beach to Soma while Agni lay in his bed and flew through a book. Gregory complained about the noise as he built a blanket fort with Edward’s bottom bunk, stuffing the edge of dark blankets under Edward’s mattress so they hung down like curtains around his bed. A pretty girl Cheslock told you was Mey-Rin flicked through tiktok until she fell asleep with her phone in her hand, a dance sound repeating annoyingly until Agni reached over to turn it off. Serena lay under her covers with her eyes closed and a faint smile etched on her lips, seemingly asleep already. Cheslock lay on your bed and wondered out loud what your little exploration team was going to pack to eat at mid-day on the island. The atmosphere was peaceful but exited, like no-one could quite wait for tomorrow’s adventures. You knew you were looking forward to them.

XXXX

That night you slept surprisingly well. Usually in places you didn’t know you could never fall asleep and stay asleep but you were out the whole night, dreaming of red strings and labyrinths. Up until Cheslock woke you up that is. He shook your shoulder gently whisper-yelling that it was time to get up to go to the island. You struggled to open your eyes, they were stuck shut by sleep and all puffy. When you managed to pry them open you were greeted with the extremely blurry form of Cheslock’s face way too close to your own. You whined a little, wanting to go back to sleep but he pulled your covers off you. The air around you was chilled with morning, not cold but enough to make you shiver. ‘Cold?’ Cheslock whispered. His face was so close to yours you could feel the warmth of his breath. ‘No just tired.’ ‘We leave in an hour you should get ready.’ he informed. You made a little noise of protest as he held your shoulders and made you sit up in your bunk. You had to duck your head so you wouldn’t hit it off the underside of the top bunk. ‘I’ll let you get dressed and put on sun cream, we’re eating in the kitchen, the others are already ready. Agni’s making sandwiches for lunch.’ he grinned then left the room, closing the door quietly because everyone else was still asleep.

You dragged yourself out of bed and slinked off to the bathroom to splash water on your face and spread a layer of sun cream over your whole body. Back in the bedroom you pulled on yesterday’s shorts, ignoring your engagement ring that was still in the pocket and a button up shirt with long sleeves. If you were going to be spending all day outside you’d better have something to protect your arms from the sun. You dumped the bottle of sun cream into your backpack with an empty bottle for water you’d have to remember to fill up and a cap and sunglasses. ‘I think that’s it. I’m sure I won’t need my phone and I don’t want it falling in the sea so I’ll leave it here.’ you whispered to yourself, picking up the backpack and traipsing down the stairs to the kitchen.

The contrast in atmosphere and lighting from the bedroom to the kitchen gave you whiplash. Passing from the mostly silent (apart from Edward’s light snoring) and dark sleeping area to a room where Soma and Cheslock were running after each-other round and round the table and Agni was shouting at them to stop… well if you hadn’t been woken up by splashing water on your face this definitely woke you. Mey-Rin ignored the chaos around her as she fiddled with her phone, trying to figure out if her portable charger worked.

You stepped into the kitchen just as Cheslock ran past the door. If the collision hadn’t knocked the air out of your lungs the black and white haired man wrapping his arms tightly around your waist to stop you from falling would have. He held you pressed against his chest a little too long. Long enough for you to get a waft of his shower gel and the product he used to keep his hair up. It was an almost strange mix of pine-tree and chemicals that somehow combined to smell like summer rain and make you heady. Your head was pressed against his collarbone, this was comfortable you thought. You tried not to compare hugging Cheslock to hugging your soulmate as you watched your soulstring swirl itself around his leg.

Agni coughed and asked you what you wanted in your lunch sandwich and you slipped out of Cheslock’s arms while answering. Cereal, milk and toast were laid out on the table, too much for it to be just for the five of you. You grabbed your pick as you asked why there was so much food. ‘It’s for the others, Agni’s the only one who can cook in our friend group.’ Mey-Rin answered, not looking up from her phone. It chimed and she did a little dance, the portable charger must work. ‘Put the milk in the fridge when you’re done.’ grumbled Agni. He was struggling to put an overfilled sandwich into a tupperware box. ‘Don’t squash it!’ cried Soma, running over to save his lunch. ‘Well if you hadn’t asked for so many fillings I wouldn’t have to.’ Their playful argument faded into the background as you locked eyes with Cheslock. He gave a crooked grin and winked. You felt your cheeks flush and immediately your engagement ring weighed heavier on your conscience. You would have to tell Cheslock about your soulmate soon or someone would end up hurt.

Once all the food was packed into a cooler bag with lots of water bottles, your little group slipped out of the hostel. It felt like your outing was a secret mission what with how everyone kept whispering. Cheslock even started humming the Pink Panther theme tune as you made your way down to the port.

An old man was sitting on a fisherman’s chair, waiting for you. When Agni and Soma approached him he stood and walked to meet them. You, Mey-Rin and Cheslock hung back as the duo spoke with the man. They seemed to have reached an agreement and Agni shook the man’s hand. Soma pulled out a small wad of cash and handed it to him. The old man asked Agni a question and Agni nodded. Then he called the rest of you over. ‘We’ve rented his boat for the day but we need to get back before 8pm. Got it?’ Everyone said yes and Soma stepped down into a motorboat that was just big enough to hold all of your group.

Once everyone was settled Agni took the helm and the motor stuttered to life. You stifled a laugh at the sound, it was like it was choking on water. Cheslock caught your eye and grinned as though he had had the same thought.

The “drive” over to the island was pretty uneventful. You put your hand in the surf, smiling at the strange dragging feeling. The water was turquoise, vibrant and lively. If you hadn’t been in the middle of the sea you would gladly have jumped off the boat and straight into the waves. The sun was slowly making its way to its apex, reflecting on the sea and making it glitter almost blindingly. A vague memory of a summer long ago on a speedboat on a lake filled your mind. You swished your hand, imitating a fish, just like you had done as a child. It erased all your fears for a moment and made you laugh. You were safe here, with strangers who were on their way to be friends. You didn’t have to grow up just yet. You kept swishing your hand through the surf with a wide grin until Soma got a facefull of water when the boat went over a particularly enthusiastic wave. He spluttered indignantly and complained about wet hair the rest of the way to the island.

Landing on the rocky beach at the bottom of a steep but grassy cliff was a little complicated. Mey-Rin and Cheslock hopped out of the boat into the shallows and helped drag it up the sharp stones. The boat seemed to protest this treatment with the scraping noise it made as it was pulled onto the beach. Cheslock helped you out of the boat, lending you a hand for balance as you set your feet down onto the unstable rocks by the boat. His fingers wrapped gently around your own when your foot slipped on the damp seaweed covering the beach.

‘You should be more careful about tripping around me, Love. I might start thinking you’re falling for me.’ he joked, the corners of his eyes crinkling. You swatted at him ignoring the backflip your heart made and took the back-pack Agni was handing you.

The bag was pretty heavy but you were glad the tall man had refrained from asking you to carry the drinks. You were in charge of the snacks, packets of crisps and marshmallows and granola bars and a couple of capri-suns were stuffed into the bag so tightly that if you opened the zip even a little everything would burst out onto the ground.

Your little team split up and spent the morning exploring the island, though everyone except you had already been. They wanted to see what had changed and what had endured. Cheslock took you on a walk around the island and then to a huge olive tree that must have been at least a thousand years old and showed you the little door he had added to it. It was tiny really, made from bark, carved with a knife and slotted between two roots. It made the tree look like the disguise of a fairy palace. He asked you if you had any paper on you, you didn’t.

‘That’s fine, I brought some.’ he pulled a block of rainbow colored post-its and two pens from his pocket with a lopsided grin. He handed you a pen and told you to pick a post-it. ‘Why?’ you asked with a confused smile. ‘We write secret wishes on them and put them behind the door, the fairies will take them and make them come true.’ he explained. You picked out a square of paper that was a pretty cerulean colour, the same as the sea. And sat with Cheslock, your backs against the tree, thinking about what you could wish for. You could ask for a happy life with your soulmate, one where you loved them the way you were expected to. You could ask for a way out of this mess you got yourself into, trying to make everyone happy but yourself. You could wish for anything really. Cheslock folded up his post-it, a pastel pink sheet, and opened the tiny door to set it in the small space behind. He looked at you expectantly as you scribbled on the paper and folded it. He let you put your wish next to his and closed the door carefully.

‘Abracadabra.’ he wiggled his fingers at the tiny door with the most concentrated look you had ever seen on his face. ‘There! There’s no way it won’t come true now.’ ‘What did you wish for?’ you wondered. ‘That defeats the entire purpose of secret wishes doesn’t it?’ he teased, eyes sparkling with mirth at your curiosity. ‘I’ll tell you when it happens, promise.’ he stood up, unfolding his long legs from the cramped crouched position he had been in and hopping a little when he was fully standing. ‘Hungry?’ ‘Yeah, starving actually. It’s got to be time to eat right?’ you hoped. ‘It’s half eleven, so yeah.’ He grinned. ‘Agni said to meet at the ruins for food.’ You followed him as he strolled towards the middle of the island, thinking guiltily about what you had wished for.

You should have wished for something that would have fixed your life even if the possibility of the notes being granted was low. But no.

The ruins were right at the top of the island, in the middle on a small hill. The white stone almost glowed in the midday sun. Soma thought it had been a palace; Mey-Rin argued that it couldn’t have been because of the columns. The five of you settled in the middle on an intricate but worn mosaic in the welcome shade of a tree. Agni handed out the sandwiches and Mey-Rin set up the drinks out of the cooler-bag that had somehow been stuffed into her back-pack. You paired your sandwich with a bottle of chilled fruity Epsa and savoured them both while listening to Soma and Cheslock bicker about who would get to drive the boat back. Agni settled the debate by reminding everyone that the owner had said no one but himself could drive.

After lunch Soma and Mey-Rin went off to climb down the other side of the island to check out the cave. Agni asked you and Cheslock if you wanted to help with the bonfire to which you happily agreed. You spent the best part of the afternoon gathering dry wood and taking rests to reapply sun cream once in a while. You had watched curiously as Cheslock wandered quite far away, towards the fairy tree to pick up sticks. He came back with the brightest lopsided grin you’d ever seen and an armful of wood. You assumed he was proud of himself for finding so many sticks and smiled to yourself at his childishness. By the time the sun had started to lower Agni, Cheslock and yourself had managed to gather a small mountain of wood.

You helped Agni start a fire with old newspapers and the smallest sticks in the pile while Cheslock lay back, propping his head on his bag. Mey-Rin and Soma returned from their excursion with their pockets full of cool stones as well as a large seashell that Soma handed to you saying he thought you might like a souvenir. The shell looked like someone had taken a snail and pulled on its home until it was elongated and dotted it with pretty brown and white spots of enamel. You turned it carefully in your hands, inspecting it under all its angles. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Cheslock watching you.

‘Want to see?’ You suggested. He shrugged in answer and held his hand out for the shell. You went to place it in his palm but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you down to him. You landed on the grass with an “oof” and a laugh, folding your legs under yourself. He took the shell from you and pretended to eat it jokingly. ‘Hey!’ Protested Soma from over by the fire. He had a marshmallow in each hand and was trying to get someone to hold a stick for him to impale them on. ‘Don’t eat my best find Cheslock! You ass!’ Cheslock nudged you and you laughed together at Soma’s distraught face.

You enjoyed the other half of your sandwich, listening to Soma and Mey-Rin talk about their afternoon exploring the cave and the beach. As Mey-Rin was describing Soma tripping over some seaweed, calling it “the most comical thing she had ever seen” a bubblegum pop song rang out, cutting off the end of her sentence.

‘Oh! That’s my soulmate!’ she smiled and fumbled to pick up the call, apologising for the interruption and wandering off to sit on the ruined bottom of a column. The conversation lulled as Mey-Rin laughed happily.

Ten minutes later she returned, commenting on how strange it was that there was phone service on this tiny deserted island.

‘Sorry about that, I have to answer when she calls since she lives so far away.’ the brunette apologised. ‘In Australia!’ added Soma with a playful nudge in Mey-Rin’s ribs. ‘Yeah. We met when I was in college over there, I had to come back here and she had to stay. Long distance isn’t the most fun but we’re okay. We’re fated after all.’ she paused, thinking. ‘Wish she was here though. I’d be glued to her all the time, like you and Agni.’ she teased Soma. ‘Hush.’ he shot back with a grin.

You never would have guessed they were soulmates, you said so and Agni elaborated. ‘We chose to be platonic soulmates only. I’m pretty sure that the universe decided I should be Somas because he can’t take care of himself.’ Agni laughed quietly at the glare Soma aimed at him. You caught yourself wishing your soulmate and yourself had been platonic. The ring in your pocket felt hot against your thigh. Mey-Rin, Soma and Agni then looked at Cheslock with a “do you want to talk about yours?” kind of look. Like it was a touchy subject that he didn’t speak about often.

‘Alright. I guess they’ll have to find out eventually. Might as well.’ He caught your eyes looking like he was anticipating something painful. ‘I’m stringless.’

Oh. Oh.

You should not be so happy he’s unattached. Being stringless was horribly painful from what you had seen on online forums. Most stringless people spent their whole life watching their loved ones finding their fated, knowing they would never have that. That they didn’t have a perfect other half, that the universe didn’t think they needed one. Or that they weren’t worth giving one to.

‘I know that people can be happy without soulmates but I feel left out sometimes. All my friends have soulmates, why didn’t I get one?’ He sighed. ‘What about you Y/N?’ You almost flinched. ‘I feel bad complaining about this when you don’t have a soulmate… My soulmate well, they’re my best friend but they want more. But I don’t think I’ll ever be able to love them the way they expect me to.’ ‘Bet you wish you were stringless huh?’ Cheslock joked, a bittersweet taste in his mouth. ‘I mean… kinda. I wouldn’t have to put up a front for my family and friends who all expect me to have a perfect life with my soulmate. Sorry is that insensitive?’ Cheslock laughed. ‘A little but don’t worry, I’m used to it.’ No-one spoke, trying to figure out how to make the situation less uncomfortable. ‘Sorry Cheslock…’ you apologised. ‘Call me Ches, will you?’ he forced a smile. ‘Okay…’ ‘Come on, everyone have a marshmallow.’ Cheslock picked up the open packet of marshmallows that was sitting by his ankles and passed it around.

Agni had been checking his watch more and more often throughout the meal. After ten minutes of uncomfortable silence he said; ‘We should leave, it's almost time to give the boat back.’

Once your little exploration group had returned to the hostel Cheslock went off to the kitchen to get something more to eat. You hurried to shower and get into bed so you wouldn’t have to face his sad expression. You knew it was selfish but a small part of you was relieved he didn’t have a soulmate. The small flame you had been nurturing for him hurt a little less.

You heard someone coming up the stairs and opening the door to your dorm. You squeezed your eyes closed, pretending to sleep. Cheslock stood at the bottom of the ladder to his bed for what seemed like forever. You didn’t move a muscle and forced your breathing to stay even and slow. You didn’t know why you were avoiding him but you felt like you had to. Maybe you didn’t want to hurt him… or get hurt yourself.

#Cheslock x reader #Cheslock/reader #anime #fanfiction #kuroshitsuji #fluff and angst

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hantaslittlearsonist · 2 years

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we be writing the smut for the Bittersweet epilogue today ^-^ and the end of chapter 5 of Flying Saucers (Eddie Munson/Reader on ao3)

I'll try to post both today

(link to Flying Saucers: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40958637?view_full_work=true plz read the warnings)

#cheslock #cheslock x reader #cheslock/reader #kuroshitsuji #smut #angst #why do I keep writing angst when I try to write fluff lmfao #halp #eddie/reader #plz read Flying Saucers on AO3 (my username there's the same as here)#eddie munson

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hantaslittlearsonist · 2 years

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here to complain that google docs just buffered and deleted 2 hours and a half of work on Bittersweet >:/

I have to start all over again >:[

#writing struggles #cheslock x reader #kuroshitsuji #Bittersweet Lemon Drops

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hantaslittlearsonist · 2 years

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Bittersweet Lemon Drops.

All set to get married to your soulmate your friends send you on one last adventure. You learn more about yourself, what you want and how to get it in the space of two weeks than the in past 21 years.

Greece is a beautiful place to fall in love... with someone who is very much not your soulmate.

Oops.

CW: cheating on your fiancé that you don't actually love that way.

Playlist

Chapter 1.

Chapter 2.

Epilogue.

#Cheslock x reader #Cheslock fanfiction #black butler #kuroshitsuji #fluff and angst

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blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk · 10 months

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OK, FULL LIST OF ALL THE REQUESTS I HAVE AT THE MOMENT, UNDER THE CUT!!

"unspecified" just means the asker didn't specifically say "can I get headcanons/reaction/fic" for the request; there might be context in the request itself implying which type of content would be best suited for it, but it's not 100% specified

and my lil "??" denotes something where I think either a type of content or an AU might apply but, again, it's not specified so I'm not 100% sure but there's something in the request which makes me lean in a certain direction

it took nearly 3600 words just to describe all the things in the list so you guys got a lot to look forward to! ... and, obviously, I have a lot to look forward to creating! <3

requests that are done and in the queue ready to be posted (in no particular order)

headcanons: reacting to S/O in shorts and a tank top during the summer [Edgar; Gregory; Herman; Lawrence]

‘kisses’ meme: #45, sleepy kisses [Edgar; Gregory; Herman; Lawrence; Sebastian]

reaction: a goth horror-loving S/O [Sebastian]

reaction: S/O who likes to fawn over them [Sascha; Wolfram]

‘card suits’ meme: 4 of spades Alois; Doll/Freckles; Joanne; Maurice]

‘soft Sunday’ headcanon meme: favorite way to receive affection?; favorite way to give affection?; are they loud and proud about their relationships, or do they keep it private?; would your muse be the one doing most of the cooking or not?; is your muse good at housework? [Peter]

headcanons: progressive falling in love [Snake]

reaction: S/O who never curses [Peter]

requests that have not yet been done

reaction: S/O who likes to hug them a lot [Cheslock; Clayton; Edward; Joanne; MacMillan; Soma]

unspecified: S/O gets sick and almost dies [modern!Agni]

fic: reader empathizing with Cheslock and they comfort each other

reaction: modern person showing up at the manor with the earls’ revived siblings who has their soul back [Alois; Ciel; Sebastian]

reaction: (male) S/O saves them but loses his life [Doll/Freckles; Maurice]

unspecified: (fem) S/O who’s short and feisty but soft around him [Joker]

unspecified: reader escapes an arranged marriage and disguises themself as a man to work as a butler, meets Grell and they both get a crush; reader’s parents come back and try to force them home, Grell shows up to rescue and confess to them

reaction: domestic life [Beast; Dagger; Doll/Freckles; Joker; Jumbo; Peter; Snake; Wendy]

headcanons: male S/O [Ciel]

headcanons: poly [Joker x S/O x Dagger]

reaction: learning S/O is a member of a K-pop group [Grey; Phipps]

headcanons: NSFW [Agni]

headcanons: arranged fiancee who’s very bold and ready for marriage (is also friends with Gregory who’s smitten with them) [Lawrence]

unspecified: S/O who’s a witch and headmistress of an orphanage [William]

reaction: S/O dying and coming back as a ghost [Alan; Eric; Grell; Othello; Ronald; Rudger; Sascha; Undertaker; William]

reaction: what hobbies do they have/would like to have? [Alan; Eric; Grell; Othello; Ronald; Rudger; Sascha; Undertaker; William]

headcanons: first kiss [Bard; Finny; Mey Rin; Sebastian; Snake]

unspecified: (fem) S/O who works retail, he walks in on her getting scolded by the manager for no reason and he stands up for her [modern!Agni]

‘sense’ headcanon meme: heart; touch [Cheslock; Clayton; Edward; Joanne; Soma]

headcanons OR scenario: first child is born [Grey]

preference: who prefers a dominant S/O?

preference: who prefers a plus size S/O?

reaction: S/O knitting them something [Beast; Dagger; Doll/Freckles; Joker; Jumbo; Peter; Snake; Wendy]

audio: escaping yandere S/O [Maurice]

‘it’s all about the yearning’ meme: “I know I fucked up. I know I did but don’t shut me out anymore. Let me in, please let me in.” [Gregory]

audio: fluff [Agni]

‘it’s all about the yearning’ meme: “Have you ever had something missing? Like something just doesn’t feel right inside you but you don’t know what it is.” [Agni]

headcanons: domestic [Patrick]

headcanons: older sister figure [Alois]

headcanons: chaotic reader [Joanne]

unspecified: older sibling figure reader [Ciel]

headcanons: angst [Maurice]

reaction: snow leopard demon S/O [Bravat; Hannah; Joanne; Snake; Triplets]

headcanons: romantic and expecting father [Rudger]

unspecified: loud, energetic girlfriend [Lawrence]

reaction: being proposed to [Beast; Dagger; Doll/Freckles; Joker; Jumbo; Peter; Snake; Wendy]

‘sense’ headcanon meme: sight; nose; heart; hands [Dagger; Peter]

unspecified: dealing with a powerful witch [Ciel; Edward]

reaction: multilingual S/O [Beast; Dagger; Doll/Freckles; Joker; Jumbo; Peter; Snake; Wendy]

fic: Vincent x plus size (fem) reader who wears glasses (insecure day or taking her somewhere special]

unspecified: ADHD reader [Alois; Ciel; Edward; Grey; Undertaker]

‘kisses’ meme: 44, kissing every finger [Agni]

‘kisses’ meme: “free space” [Dagger; Peter; Snake]

unspecified: getting a handmade blanket from their S/O [Alois; Ciel; Edward]

unspecified: Cheslock crushing on a student rep from a collaborating girls’ academy

‘it’s all about the yearning’ meme: “Just let me look at you for a little bit.” [Agni]

scenario: Joker taking his S/O and twin daughters out to the current city they’re living in, the girls drag them into a candy shop

unspecified: plus size insecure S/O [Joker]

reaction: meeting a modern person with modern technology who shows them videos, etc. [Beast; Dagger; Doll/Freckles; Joker; Jumbo; Peter; Snake; Wendy]

unspecified: S/O who can shapeshift [Alois; Ciel]

unspecified: fluff [Alois]

scenario: S/O gives birth to their baby [Joker]

unspecified: protecting S/O on the Campania [Edward; Grey]

unspecified: trying to make a relationship work with limited time together [Wolfram]

headcanons: dealing with reader being sleep deprived [Cheslock and Gregory]

unspecified: S/O who makes (a very specific genre of) music as a coping mechanism [Alois; Astre; Ciel; Sebastian]

reaction: having to take care of their younger sibling [Cheslock; Clayton; Edgar; Edward; Gregory; Herman; Joanne; Lawrence; Soma]

fic: William x reader cooking together while he finally relaxes

fic: Wolfram x motherly reader singing lullabies to Sieglinde

unspecified: a day in Joker’s life taking care of baby Ellis, leading the circus, looking after his wife, and following Kelvin’s orders

unspecified: Beast x S/O training Betty after “The Sebastian Incident”

unspecified: NSFW, S/O’s first time and being gentle [Agni]

unspecified: S/O who can use death magic [Alois; Ciel]

fic: Soma rescuing reader from an abusive home after a relationship that starts with letters

‘card suits’ meme: 2 of spades; 3 of spades; 6 of diamonds; 8 of diamonds; ace of clubs; 3 of clubs; 4 of clubs; jack of clubs; queen of clubs; ace of hearts; 2 of hearts; 3 of hearts; 6 of hearts; 8 of hearts; 9 of hearts; queen of hearts; king of hearts [Peter]

fic: Ciel finding out his (male) S/O was part of the cult but was forced to participate

reaction: Undertaker, confronting his wife who’s responsible for the Phantomhive manor burning and the twins being in the cult, because she was jealous of his spending time with the Phantomhives

reaction: same-gender S/O [Beast; Dagger; Doll/Freckles; Joker; Jumbo; Peter; Snake; Wendy]

scenario: NSFW, bottom Joker x (male) S/O get interrupted

fic: Edward x reader (Ciel’s older sister) after Madame Red’s funeral

reaction to the scene [Bard; Ciel; Finny; Lizzie; Mey Rin; Sebastian]

headcanons: NSFW [Rudger]

unspecified: planning an engagement party with his S/O [Grey]

love letter: Grell

fic: soulmate AU, time freezes when you and your soulmate are in a room together for the first time and unfreezes when you make eye contact [Sebastian]

reaction: soulmate AU, everyone is born with a tattoo which glows when you meet your soulmate and fades to grey when they die, reader’s was grey from birth but starts to glow one day [Alan; Eric; Grell; Othello; Ronald; Rudger; Sascha; Undertaker; William]

free space! any character, concept, anything!

headcanons: with a tall angel-killing witch S/O [Grey]

fic: Arthur Conan Doyle x reader, she goes to his residence to invite him to The Event because Ciel thought he’d be more relaxed with a date

headcanons: big boobed girlfriend who lets them use her breasts as a pillow when they cuddle [Edgar; Gregory; Herman; Lawrence]

headcanons: big boobed girlfriend who lets them use her breasts as a pillow when they cuddle [Cheslock; Clayton; Edward; Joanne; Soma]

unspecified: enemies to lovers, fox demon future S/O [William]

audio: Terms of Service AU [Peter; Snake]

unspecified: crow or cat hybrid S/O [Alois; Ciel]

fic: Finny spending the day with his baby boy

unspecified: Derrick x S/O who tries (and succeeds) at helping him be a better person

unspecified: poly [Edward x (male) S/O x Cheslock]

headcanons: pole [Joker x S/O x Sebastian]

audio: Joanne being kissed and cuddled

unspecified: S/O from the future [Aleister]

unspecified: interested in a servant working at the Phantomhive manor [Aleister]

scenario: the one(s) Ciel wants revenge on is/are dead already, how Ciel and his soulmate feel and how Sebastian reacts

audio: Grell x listener, listener gets home late and Grell jumps on them, having been worried

scenario: soulmate AU, Aleister meets (fem) S/O at an auction ball, things are dull before they meet but then they make eye contact and he buys her

fic: Maurice x reader, after his exposure no one else wants to associate with him and they comfort him after he’s bullied

unspecified: S/O who suddenly gets sick and he’s frustrated that he can’t help her [Agni]

reaction: S/O getting catcalled [Beast; Dagger; Doll/Freckles; Joker; Jumbo; Peter; Snake; Wendy]

sex + romance headcanon meme: 💦; 😘; 😊; 👍; 😉; 💯; 👰; 🌼; 🏩; 🎆; 💕; 🔥; 💑; 👀; 👎; 💲; 🎀; 💝; 💘 [Peter]

audio: fluffy, waking up next to him in the morning and getting breakfast together [Dagger]

unspecified: S/O who wears comfy clothes when they get sad (which is frequently) [Alois; Astre; Ciel; Maurice]

reaction: S/O getting shot, they survive but it’s still serious [Alois; Ciel; Edward; Grell; Grey; Ronald]

headcanons: monsterfucker Peter with a beast-like monster S/O

audio: confession [Snake]

fic: reader is a new addition to the circus troupe and saves a snake from being tormented by hecklers [Snake]

fic: Sebastian x maid!reader, reader is usually obedient but decides to test Sebastian’s patience and receives a cheek grab and voice shift to his ‘true’ voice

preferences: which boys would like bath bombs/what kind?

Fic: Snake x (fem) reader, reader lets the snakes do whatever they want, climbing on her, etc., and one day comes to Snake for help because one of the snakes (or more?!) is stuck under her clothes

fic: platonic Grell and child reader fluff

reaction: S/O with chronic allergies [Beast; Dagger; Doll/Freckles; Joker; Jumbo; Peter; Snake; Wendy]

headcanons: Terms of Service AU, relationship with app owner [Maurice]

reaction: Terms of Service AU, playing FNAF [Beast; Dagger; Doll/Freckles; Joker; Jumbo; Peter; Snake; Wendy]

headcanons: killers in a horror movie [Alois; Ciel; Doll/Freckles; Maurice]

reaction: child reader who’s disabled and doesn’t ‘fit in’, they befriend the circus troupe, then the troupe find out reader has ‘normal’ friends who care for and help reader as well as do friends’ parents and when asked just say, “isn’t that what friends do?” [Beast; Dagger; Doll/Freckles; Joker; Jumbo; Peter; Snake; Wendy]

‘things you want to hear’ meme: “I feel like I can tell you anything” and “you know what I love about you?” [Peter]

headcanons: S/O has kids from a previous marriage [Doll/Freckles; Peter; Snake]

unspecified: Trancy nurse survival AU, multilingual reader who scolds the Triplets in another language when they purposely get themselves into mishaps

audio: listener comforting Maurice after a nightmare

audio: angst [Maurice]

unspecified: demon AU, with a human S/O [Beast; Bravat; Doll/Freckles; Grey; Phipps]

headcanons: platonic, someone in the form who’s the ‘fixer’, an inventor who inadvertently creates messes [Edgar; Gregory; Herman; Lawrence]

fic: Phantomhive servants and maid!reader who’s the newest addition, they all throw her a surprise birthday party

unspecified: inventor S/O [Grey]

unspecified: angst [Grey]

unspecified: S/O who’s insecure about not being a proper lady [Grey]

unspecified: poly [John x S/O x Phipps]

headcanons OR scenario: Cheslock’s little brother coming to Weston

unspecified: doctor S/O, fluff and wholesomeness [Peter]

unspecified: doctor S/O who surprises him by wearing nothing but her white coat [Peter]

songfic: “Love Story” by Taylor Swift [Dagger OR Peter]

‘eyes emoji’ meme: eyes [Peter]

audio: fluff, listener just getting home after being away for a while [Alois OR Ciel]

unspecified: Hispanic S/O who thinks his accent is sexy [Peter]

unspecified: trying to cheer up his grumpy S/O with bad jokes [Joker]

unspecified: on a stroll with their girlfriend and she jumps in a river to save a child in danger [Alois; Ciel; Edward; Grey]

unspecified: comforting their girlfriend who lost her niece in an accident [Edward; Grey; Ronald; Undertaker]

audio: date night or Christmas, wholesome [Peter]

songfic meme: “Leave Out All the Rest” by Linkin Park [Alois]

songfic meme: “I Wouldn’t Mind” by (S)He is We [Maurice]

unspecified: S/O who sings or hums while they’re giving him massages [Jumbo]

unspecified: S/O walking in on the scene where Joker touches Beast’s leg from behind

audio: Terms of Service [Dagger, Finny, OR Wendy]

unspecified: S/O who writes music dedicated to him [Peter]

headcanons: as fathers [Dagger; Joker; Jumbo; Peter]

‘things that you want to hear’ meme: “I missed you” [Dagger] and “you’re my favorite person in the world” [Peter]

headcanons: wealthy S/O who spoils them out of love [Dagger; Peter]

audio: Valentine’s Day [Dagger OR Peter]

unspecified: S/O who’s always tired and works a lot, and finally they get to spend time together [Grell]

unspecified: badass Mey Rin in a bind

‘105 comfort’ meme: “you’re perfect just the way you are” [Peter]

‘105 comfort’ meme: “you’re allowed to be weak” [Jumbo]

‘105 comfort’ meme: “I’ll take care of it” [Peter]

unspecified: NSFW, artist boyfriend [Grey]

unspecified: (fem) S/O who’s wealthy and likes to spoil him [Dagger]

unspecified: (fem) S/O who composes a theme for him as a gift [Finny]

unspecified: (fem) S/O who’s a child psychologist [Wolfram]

songfic: “That Would Be Enough” from Hamilton [Dagger OR Peter]

headcanons: reader from the 21st century [Edgar]

reaction: S/O learning Latin so they can dirty talk to him [Sebastian]

unspecified: reader getting frustrated with homework and trying to help them [Lawrence]

songfic meme: “I Choose” by Alessia Cara [Jumbo OR Snake]

unspecified: AFAB nonbinary reader sneaks into Weston and befriends the P4 [besties with Gregory; falls for Edgar]

unspecified: confident and badass S/O, SFW and NSFW [John]

‘nonverbal’ meme: “beat”, “kiss”, and “loop” [Finny]

‘headcanons part 3’ meme: 🫀,🏉; 💥; 👓; 💍; 🏛; 🧭; 🚓; 🧬; 📖; 🤱; ⏰; 🚌; 🥀; 👊; 🩹; 🌊; 🏭; ⚰️; 🦁; 🔒; ⛓ [Peter]

fic: platonic, angel!reader saves Alois from being killed by Claude and gives him his happy ending as a mother figure

reaction: Doll/Freckles, playing horror games with her S/O

audio: cuddling [Soma]

reaction: reader confessing to an affair… but the ‘confession’ is a joke [Ciel; Doll/Freckles; Joanne; Maurice]

unspecified: platonic sisterly reader (lullaby?) [Doll/Freckles]

reaction: taking care of their S/O after a serious carriage accident [Bard; Ciel; Edward; Finny; Grey; Ronald; Undertaker]

songfic: “Heaven’s Light” from The Hunchback of Notre Dame [Doll/Freckles]

unspecified: girlfriend who brings him breakfast in bed on special occasions [Dagger]

unspecified: Bard x reader

unspecified: S/O who doesn’t drink alcohol [Peter]

unspecified: S/O who likes to cuddle and will sometimes tackle-hug them [Finny; Ronald; Snake; Undertaker]

palette meme: #39, “Absinthe Mage” [Peter]

preference: who would be okay ‘meeting the parents’?

songfic: “Hacerte Mía” by La Ross Maria and Nino Freestyle [Dagger OR Finny]

songfic meme: “Sea of Lovers” by Christina Perri [Dagger]

songfic: “Sneakin’ Around” from Star vs. the Forces of Evil [Dagger]

unspecified: S/O who works as a stand-up comedian [Undertaker]

unspecified: multilingual S/O who mumbles “I love you” in another language (with pet name) while cuddling [Dagger; Peter; Snake]

reaction: S/O studies psychology and will teach if asked [Beast; Dagger; Doll/Freckles; Joker; Jumbo; Peter; Snake; Wendy]

unspecified: Southern/Texan S/O who’s good at cooking [Bard]

unspecified: S/O who’s strong and protective [Peter]

fic: Joker x reader, reader is Doc’s apprentice and a good person trying to learn, they end up seeing Joker a lot and things develop

fic: based on the “guess again” scene from Game of Thrones [Peter]

reaction: S/O surprises them by adopting an orphan [Ciel; Edward; Grey; Phipps; Undertaker]

unspecified: S/O on the autism spectrum [Peter]

unspecified: S/O who’s a jazz and blues singer at a high-end establishment [Bard; Ciel; Finny; Mey Rin; Sebastian; Snake]

unspecified: walking in on (fem) S/O on a phone call and overhears her praising him to her family [Peter]

audio: Terms of Service AU [Dagger; Peter]

‘things that you want to hear’ meme: “there’s my beautiful bride” OR “I’m the luckiest man alive” [Beast; Wendy]

‘things that you want to hear’ meme: “I can’t stop thinking about you” OR “last night was incredible” [Peter]

songfic: “Remember Me”/“Recuérdame” from Coco [any character]

fic: survival AU (Safe & Sound AU?) Dagger x (fem) S/O reminding him that he’s important and enough

fic: angsty pining and fluff, reader is a big younger and pining for him, he thinks they should find someone younger [Bard]

unspecified: Phantomhive staff training ready to defend the manor

fic: reader fights Wolfram with Bard while escaping and they share angsty dialogue during the fight, then they start to grow closer again after Wolfram’s sacrifice

fic: anything [Undertaker]

unspecified: platonic, singing to the birds in the garden [Finny]

songfic: “Love Story” by Taylor Swift [Finny]

headcanons: Cheslock, any thoughts not already mentioned

reaction: fiancee being a witch [Edward]

headcanons: S/O who’s cheery around him but not so cheery around others [William]

reaction: (fem) S/O who’s hypermobile with knee problems [Dagger; Finny; Peter]

fic (??): visiting (fem) S/O at work but she’s dealing with nasty customers [modern!Agni]

scenario: fluff, S/O who loves baking [Snake]

unspecified: being a single parent [Bravat]

headcanons: reader who uses a (personalized!) cane to walk because of an accident [Alois; Ciel]

‘botantical’ headcanon meme: abatina; amaryllis; anemone; chrysanthemum; gardenia; heliotrope; hibiscus; ivy; marigold; peony; rose [Peter]

‘botanical’ headcanon meme: anemone; chamomile; daisy [Cheslock]

headcanons: wedding details [Grey]

fic: he comes to the hospital after reader gets hit by a car (fluffy ending) [modern!Agni]

‘botanical’ headcanon meme: amaryllis; hibiscus; ivy [Dagger; Joker]

reaction: (fem) S/O who’s an opera singer [Dagger; Joker; Jumbo; Peter; Snake]

reaction: hypermobile (fem) S/O’s joints start clicking and popping as they’re sleeping next to her for the first time [Dagger; Joker; Jumbo; Peter; Snake]

unspecified: adjusting to each other’s tastes and traditions [modern!Agni]

unspecified: keeping their relationship with (male) S/O a secret [Ciel; Joanne]

reaction: selectively mute S/O who owns a sassy, filthy-mouthed macaw [Cheslock; Grey; Phipps; Snake; Triplets]

unspecified: hypermobile (fem) S/O who goes to the doctor for knee problems and then buys him something nice [Peter]

reaction: hypermobile (fem) S/O with knee problems [Agni; Soma]

‘gemstone’ headcanon meme: amazonite; apatite; cat’s eye; citrine; diamond; diopside; emerald; fluorite; iolite; jasper; kyanite; onyx; opal; peridot; rose quartz; spinel; tiger’s eye; tourmaline; zircon [Peter]

reaction: helping their hypermobile (fem) S/O with physical therapy exercises [Bard; Ciel; Finny; Sebastian; Snake]

fic: continuation of modern!reader telling the future in riddles [Alois and Ciel]

reaction: friend/companion bringing (Astre/Luka) back to life [Alois; Ciel]

reaction: hypermobile (fem) S/O with knee problems [Grey; Lau; Phipps]

‘kiss & tell’ prompts: finally kissing the person you’ve been pining for; neck kisses that turn into love bites; wiping away your lover’s tears as you kiss them; a kiss while being reunited after a long time; kissing your lover in a moment of sheer joy; a kiss to wake you lover up in the morning; kissing your partner to seal a marriage; a risky kiss between forbidden lovers; a possessive kiss in front of a jealous third party [Peter]

‘kiss & tell’ prompts: a kiss to shut them up [Peter]

‘kiss & tell’ prompts: a possessive kiss to stake a claim [Lau]

unspecified: helping reader through a bad panic attack [modern!Agni]

‘settings’ prompts: 029, an extravagant greenhouse [Finny OR Snake]

reaction: hypermobile (fem) S/O with knee problems [Edgar; Gregory; Herman; Lawrence]

unspecified: moving house and it’s stressful but they’re still sweet to each other [Agni]

unspecified (fic??): (male) Reaper S/O, fluff, long day ends in stargazing and S/O falling asleep [William]

scenario: shy fem S/O [MacMillan]

scenario: having to escort his S/O to a graveyard at night for some reason [Grey]

headcanons: life before the troupe, birth family, etc. [Jumbo]

headcanons: NSFW [Jumbo]

headcanons: modern (what he usually does after uni, how he flirts, etc.) [Cheslock]

headcanons: scientist friend brings Luka back as a surprise [Alois]

headcanons: angsty, he discovers a horrible and ugly secret of reader’s [Maurice]

audio: helping hypermobile (fem) S/O with knee problems [Peter]

headcanons: when Anne gets sick vs. when her children get sick (Safe & Sound AU)

headcanons: cuddling [Jumbo]

audio: watching a documentary about London’s kidnapped children with Listener (Terms of Service AU??) [Doll/Freckles]

headcanons: hurt/comfort about family relationships [Ciel; Doll/Freckles; Joanne; Maurice]

‘stonework’ headcanons: rosy haze; touch; fog [Peter]

‘cupcake’ picrew meme: Peter

‘cupcake’ picrew meme: Dagger; Joker

‘tea’ picrew meme: Peter

‘stonework’ headcanons meme: coral fragments; brickwork shadows [Dagger; Peter; Snake]

‘stonework’ headcanons meme: apatite tic; chatter [Dagger; Peter; Snake]

#mod post #request list #AYYYYY #the second list I had to break up bc apparently Tumblr has a 4096 per 'block' character limit???#wild BUT ANYWAY!!!

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