#i love the way his limbs work like tree branches

[matchaelette]

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when days without each other feels like torture and none of you know what to do with yourselves

summary: idol!jk and oc!ash, established relationship, this drabble takes place after jungkook’s graduation ceremony in the military— which unfortunately, ash couldn’t attend. basically she didn't get to talk to kook once after he left. this gives us a sneak peek into ash’s life while kook’s away, she’s lowkey falling apart (as am I), ending with tales of our favorite boy. also, introducing sky, our girl’s best friend (mom?? I love her)

genre: angst, fluff

warnings: suggestive af, be responsible kids

word count: 3.5k

notes: two updates in less than ten days?? who is she??!! (can you tell i’m jobless?) however, I had quite a hard time writing this so?? enjoy??? :DD

it’s been more than a week since you’ve entered your apartment.

warm purple lights greet you when you step inside past the main door but the silence is mocking. the house is empty. there’s no music blasting from the speakers, no melodic humming coming from the kitchen, none of the usual jungkook noises that welcome you when you come home on your last legs. the house seems empty even with you in it.

you remove your sneakers and tread softly on the floor wearing just your white socks. with weary steps, you make your way to the living room, collapsing on the couch. a yawn escapes your lips, resonating through the apartment.

exhaustion grips you with its hands of death, but you know that you won’t be able to sleep tonight. for the longest time, you’ve been immersing yourself in work, using it as an excuse to avoid sleeping. But the truth was you couldn’t fall asleep even if you wanted to.

you’ve had trouble sleeping ever since your boyfriend’s departure from the military. the situation has gotten out of hand now, to the point where even sleeping pills were effectless, making you listless and dull.

you stretch out your limbs on the couch. your gaze drifts towards the windows, the barren branches of the trees swaying with the wind, fine works done by the end of the winter. spring should’ve been here by now but there was no sign of it. yet the walls of your shared apartment kept you warm, the memories built inside kept you contended, comfortable, and whole, away from all the bad things in the world. winter may have done its art on the world outside, but there was no entering this home built on the foundations of love.

so long as you can keep the chilliness from patterning into vines inside of your heart.

you couldn’t. now you’re hungry, sleepless, drained, and all alone.

the silence was pervasive. you couldn’t bear it anymore. that’s why you flew to busan at the end of last week, spending a few days at jungkook’s parents’ house. for a brief period, you magically forgot about your misery under the care of mrs. jeon. jungkook’s mother enveloped you in love, the same way jungkook always does, pampering you like a delicate blossom that was just beginning to bloom. you expected you’d be reminded of jungkook there, more than ever, being in the room of his teenage self, surrounded by things that were a part of his life before you were. but it was the complete opposite. it was a therapeutic experience.

you couldn’t step away from your work for a long time, so you took an early leave, and have been spending the last few days at your best friend, sky’s place. you couldn’t bear coming back home.

you love it here, you really do. but everything reminds you of jungkook in this place.

bunny plushies, marvel figurines, oversized t-shirts, balenciaga boots, his gaming equipment scattered on the tv tray, his pink toothbrush beside your baby blue one, sparkly hair clips you used to tie his long locks with— he was everywhere, everything bore traces of him. you couldn’t look at the kitchen without seeing him humming there with his carrot aprons on, you couldn’t do your laundry without feeling his smell on your clothes. jungkook left like the last remains of winter, leaving everything barren and cold behind, and every bit of it felt like an ongoing nightmare you were struggling to wake up from.

with a resigned sigh, you reluctantly rise from the couch and make your way to the walk-in closet. you had meticulously packed every single one of jungkook’s favorite, worn-out sweatshirts before he departed for the military, but knowing how much you love to wear his clothes, he sneakily left a few here and there for you to sleep in. you also remember him wearing a lot of new shirts before he left. when you asked him what was up, he said he wanted you to have as many things as possible with his smell on. it’ll feel like i’m right there, he said.

you pull out one of those shirts now and find yourself embracing it. an involuntary smile forms on your lips when you smell him, peaches and baby soap. you know, it does feel like you’re right here.

you know you won’t sleep tonight. but you think you can bring yourself to take a shower, wear his clothes, and spend the night watching the stars from your balcony.

the sound of a beep diverts your attention from your thoughts to your phone. you pull it out of your pocket— one new notification— it was from sky, your best friend.

sky: you left your typewriter at my apartment

sky: laptop*

you: straight from the tortured poet’s department?

you: you gotta be kidding me.

you: I need it!!

sky: no you don’t.

sky: go to sleep.

you: I NEED IT!!

sky: no you don’t.

sky: go to sleep.

you: this could go on for a while.

sky: how about we grab coffee tomorrow?

sky: i’ll bring the laptop then

you: seeing me for a few days in a row?

you: will you be okay?

sky: i’ll survive.

sky: 12 pm sharp. at blind spot.

sky: see ya

you: okay

you: if I manage to stay alive

sky: when I said go to sleep, I didn’t mean the permanent sleep

sky: how dare you seen zone me.

sky: your laptop is on the mercy of my hands

sky: k goodnight

you smell peach and baby soap the moment you step into the hallway from the elevator.

you come to a staggering halt.

sky bumps into you, and you hear her say something you couldn’t quite decipher. you find yourself frozen in the place, unable to think or blink. the smell, it overwhelms you completely, luring you into a trance like the sweet flute of the pied piper. it can’t possibly be what you’re thinking, right? jungkook is currently serving in the military, and he still had to complete two entire weeks before he would be allowed to contact any of his friends or family. there is no way he can be here right now, not when it’s almost midnight, not when he’s probably under strict supervision about sixty kilometers away from here.

but yet— you instinctively close your eyes and inhale like a person deprived of breath— the overwhelming aroma of the smell you’re way too familiar with, the scent where you created a hearth, of peaches and baby soap, the unmistakable presence of jeon jungkook, was doing everything in its power to convince you otherwise.

how deep in the pit of delusions are you that you’re physically smelling him when he isn’t present here? when he hasn’t been present here for a while? at this point, jungkook needs to contact you just for the sake of keeping your sanity intact.

“ash?”, you stumble forward, breaking out of your daze as a concerned sky nudges you. “you alright?”

you shake your head in disbelief, mock laughter coming out of your mouth. “I think I am going crazy”.

“what in the world just happened?”

“I— I thought I smelled something.”

“smelled something?”, your best friend looks confused, “like rotten onions?”

“why—”, you gape at her, “why the heck would I smell rotten onions?”

“I don’t know!”, sky raises her arms in the air, “what else could you smell that makes you all teary in a second?!”

you falter. slowly, you bring up your hands to your eyes and realize that they indeed, are brimming with tears.

“i’m crying?”, you look dumbfounded, “oh, i’m crying”

“well, almost”, sky scoffs and wipes your eyes with her sweater paws, “what the hell did you smell if it’s not onions?”

“it’s stupid”, you laugh dejectedly.

“hon’, look here. nothing, and I mean nothing, can make me convinced that you are not stupid, so you might as well say and be done with it.”

you give her a halfhearted glare. “for a moment, I thought I smelled jungkook”, you say quietly.

sky’s expression suddenly goes blank.

“you can laugh”, you sigh, “it’s stupid, I know. i’m smelling things in my mind now. how pathetic am I?”

“you’re not pathetic”, sky smiles at you softly, “you miss him a lot, don’t you?”

you smile wistfully. inhaling in the lingering scent of your boyfriend one last time, you firmly push it out of your head. “he’d absolutely hate it if he knew I’m crying my eyes out for him every night. I don’t know when I became so emotionally dependent on him. I don’t know when my life started revolving around him. I feel like I am overreacting but I really am losing it every day. and I— I—”, you fail to continue.

“oh please. your life never revolved around jungkook. you can say anything but you can’t feel bad for missing him! fuck, they— they took your boyfriend away for eighteen months! you’re allowed to have little to no communication, you don’t know how he’s doing there, they’re probably working him to his limits every day— there’s no way in hell you’re overreacting, let alone feel bad for it.”

“I couldn’t even attend his graduation ceremony.”

“oh yeah, i’ve been meaning to ask— why didn’t you go to the ceremony?”

“schedules got mixed up. I was in the states. the ceremony was held earlier than it was supposed to.”

“shit. talk about bad luck”, sky grimaces, “how can you still feel bad after that?”

“i’ll be fine if I could just talk to him for a minute”, you close your eyes, “just hear him say that he’s okay, even if it’s a lie.”

“how much would you pay me if I could make that dream come true?”

“huh?”, your eyes flutter open at that.

“I don’t know! I could drag him out somehow if you promise cash”, sky grins foolishly.

“you and your stupid jokes”, you smile and walk in front of your apartment door. balancing the handful of shopping bags on your forearms, you type the door code successfully without dropping anything.

initially, sky and you were just supposed to grab coffee together. she was just supposed to return your laptop over that. but somehow coffee ended up turning into lunch, and then subsequently dinner, ending with an impromptu shopping spree where both of you, by the way, did not go crazy and out of control.

hence, the shopping bags.

you were quite surprised when sky asked if she could stay over at yours for the night. perhaps ‘asking’ would be a strong word- she basically invited herself over. it came as a surprise because she was one of those introverted people who’d come up with the most elaborate excuses just to remain in the comfort of their own home and avoid social interactions, even if it was their best friend. being friends for almost six years, sky didn’t need to make any excuses now when it came to you. she could easily tell you that she didn’t want to talk or meet up because “your incessant quacking” tired her out and, you couldn’t care less and show up in her house unannounced regardless.

it was weird when she was the one who wanted to stay over. particularly after the whole weekend, you spent at her place.

but you were more than glad, partly because you missed hanging out with your best friend, partly because you dreaded facing another night of overwhelming loneliness.

“okay, forget cash, forget about me. I say, we fix you.”

“and how exactly do we do that?”, you raise an eyebrow.

“take a day off. take a bubble bath. drink tea, or champagne, whichever one suits you. buy yourself some flowers, maybe a vibrator since jungkook isn’t her—”

“oh my god”, you groan. sky nudges your door impatiently and it opens with a beep.

the same aroma overtakes your senses once again when the door opens, but this time you make an effort not to be swayed by it. jungkook is not here. you losing your mind over that wouldn’t help. you can go back to being yourself, the pathetic mess, from tomorrow night. tonight, you enjoy life with your best friend.

the darkness, however, makes you frown. “huh, weird. I always keep the lights on when I go out.”

you stumble in the dark, muscle memory easily locating the light switches and turning it on.

and for the second time tonight, your entire world stops.

not even five feet away from you, jeon jungkook was standing in the middle of the living room.

i’m seeing things, i’m losing my mind, you take a sharp breath, and close your eyes, this will go away when I open my eyes. i’m not crazy. i’m not crazy. i’m not cra— I don’t want it to go away when I open my eyes.

several seconds pass before you open your eyes. and when you do, your face distorts in pain.

jeon jungkook remains in the same spot you saw him in, an unreadable expression on his face. the last time you saw him, he had close to no hair. now, standing in the middle of the living room, he resembles the same jungkook you once fell in love with, yet wildly different. his cropped hair still as untamed as ever, he looks much bigger, buffer and stronger than you’ve ever seen him. he is clad in gray sweatpants and one of his black oversized sweatshirts, which you realize no longer seems quite oversized; hands occupied with a large bouquet of blue irises, wrapped with cobalt blue satin ribbon, your favorite.

“s—sky? I think I am hallucinating”. your voice is barely audible— dry, indistinct. the shopping bags in your hands drop on the floor with a thud.

“I don’t think you’re hallucinating, ash”, she replies back softly, gently patting your shoulders.

a strangled sound leaves your throat.

before you know it, you’re staggering toward jungkook unceremoniously, crashing into him with bruising force. jungkook catches you. he snatches your waist and lifts you up in the air effortlessly, spinning you around with a choked laugh. you bury your face in his neck and feel him do the same, wrap your legs around his waist, and feel him clutching onto you with the same desperation.

none of you could talk.

“ookay, my part is done”. after several minutes, sky clears her throat and breaks the silence, winking at jungkook when he lifts his face up from your neck, “i’ll leave now. don’t do anything I wouldn’t do kids.”

jungkook smiles and mouths a ‘bye’ at her. sky closes the main door as she takes her leave, leaving the two of you alone in your apartment.

when jungkook planned this surprise, he imagined sunlight. he imagined being a child again, standing in front of the christmas tree in the morning, the sunlight casting an iridescent glow on the colorful boxes of unknown delight. he imagined happy, two parted lovers meeting after a long time— just as it is now.

he never thought it would feel like this.

tears flooding down his cheeks, jungkook felt unrelenting pain, feeling both your anguish and his merging into a torrent of melancholy. all this time, he was yearning for your love, missing you, worrying about you, without fully realizing the extent of your suffering. now holding you close in his embrace, vulnerable and almost heartbroken, all jungkook felt was dread. he had to leave the day after tomorrow. how in the world would he survive the second wave of breathlessness? the suffocating nausea he felt every time he was away from you, every time you cried? his delicate little butterfly —how would he live without you?

how would he live knowing you’re suffering just as much as him? for him?

“b— babe?”, he manages to choke out.

you whimper in response, struggling to form coherent thoughts between crying and hiccupping. you still aren’t sure if this is a dream. if it is, you never want to wake up again.

eyes brimming with tears, jungkook presses tender kisses on your neck and walks the both of you towards the bedroom. he carefully climbs onto the bed with you clinging onto him like a leach, trying to set you down gently. but you are unwilling to let go, even if it’s for a millisecond. you pull him down with you, causing both of you to tumble on the soft surface of the bed, entangled with each other.

jungkook presses down, not a single inch of space left between you. you free your hands from over jungkook’s neck to lift his face, palms framing his cheeks. your face is so intimately close to his that you can see the scar on his cheek, the mole under his lips, the hundreds of lashes framing his dark orbs that have literal sunlight trapped in them. you brush his hair, not only transfixed by the sheer beauty of your man but also carefully observing if he’s hurt anywhere.

he is mesmerized by you, following your every move.

“jungkook”, your voice is awfully quiet when you finally speak.

“i’m here.”

“jungkook?”, you whimper, “you’re— you’re—”

“right here. i’m here. i’m yours.”

“touch me. please.”

five years later, and jungkook still looks at you the same way he did when he met you for the first time. it has been more than two years since you two moved in together, and he still acts like a lovesick puppy around you, still feels like he’s a teenager with a massive crush on you, one that will eventually explode him in bits.

jungkook is a puppet on a string and you’re the puppeteer.

wordlessly, jungkook hooks his arms under your waist and crashes his lips against yours.

he kisses you with bruising force, hands sneakily playing with the waistband of your underwear. he steals your breath, making you devoid of any air, but this is the first time in months you feel like you’re actually breathing. his mouth works its way down from your lips to your neck, nipping the sensitive skin with his teeth and soothing it with his tongue.

your hands roam freely upon the expanse of his back and even in this clouded haze, you realize that he is much broader than before. jungkook settles himself between your legs, pressing his lower body against your core, your delicious moans driving him to the edge of insanity. his lips are on your mouth, on your neck, on your chest— you didn’t even notice when he ripped off your shirt.

he’s everywhere. crawling inside your body, blazing a crest on your soul.

“kook, please.”

he pushes your jeans down, calloused hands making their way inside your underwear. jungkook pauses for a second to guide your legs around his waist, before dipping his teasing fingers in your wetness. protective. possessive.

“you’re so—”, jungkook takes your lower lips between his when you groan with mad pleasure.

“you say ‘wet’ and we’re done here.”

“—beautiful. you’re so fucking beautiful”. both of you burst into giggles, tear-stained faces worshipping each other.

and after months, the house finally roars into life with joy and contentment tonight.

you tell jungkook everything. you tell him how you’ve been overworking to keep him out of your mind, how much your appetite has lessened these days, how hard sleeping has been for you lately. you tell him about how you stuffed the family hello kitty inside your closet cause you couldn’t bear to see it anymore, how much you miss the other boys, how you’ve spent your last week at his mom’s. you don’t hide anything. you know all it would do was worry him but you don’t hold back anything.

in return, jungkook cradled you in his arms and told you about himself. he told you how he was (very much expected) putting his everything into the training sessions every day, how he accidentally hurt his heels again, in the exact same place he got stitches before the love yourself concert in london, how he’s been working more carefully now after you appeared in his dreams that night and threatened to shave his eyebrows off if he wasn’t cautious. he told you about the new friends he made, about jin and jimin’s antics, how they miss you just as much as you do.

you both talk all night.

“so, you asked sky to take me out?”, you muse after a while, “I was wondering why she was being so nice.”

“I was supposed to arrive in the evening. the plan was to decorate the whole house, buy something for you, and cook something so we could have dinner together. but the traffic was so bad— I got here only thirty minutes before you did. I just managed to get some flowers.”

“you’re crazy”, you scoff, “you’re here. that’s more than enough.”

“I wanna stay like this forever”. jungkook tightened his arms around your waist, nestling his face in your hair. finally, the bed tonight, wasn’t empty. it was just like it was meant to be.

“hmm, let me see, we have the entire day tomorrow and the morning after that. think you can fit forever in that?”

“I don’t think even forever with you would ever be enough for me.”

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[hellsbroadcaster]

lets discuss how hot it is that he's practically salivating about how he's gonna fuck everyone up

#⌜off the air⌟ . // ooc #i love the way his limbs work like tree branches #they are boney and jagged #ughhh i love him

[earthtooz]

x : THE JOKER AND THE QUEEN :*+ﾟ

in which: you are the best thing to ever to childe, but what will happen when you find out the truth about his profession?

warnings: 4k wc, fluff to angst, ambiguous ending huehue, childe is a whipped loser in love, set in canon, reader has undescribed trauma with fatui (ooo), reader is not referred to with pronouns or a gender but there is a mention of 'queen' (it's up to you how you see it), mentions of violence, childe being referred to as 'ajax', argument, both reader and childe cry, aether and paimon appearance!

a/n: this one might hurt. apologies. (girl u know i want ur love...)

The sun is radiant gold when Childe walks down his peaceful, routine path, away from the bustling commerce centre and towards a peculiar place that he’s called home in Liyue. There are still a million tasks yet to be completed, but for now, his feet take him to the solitude that waits for him at the end of day. 

When Childe arrives at the manor that is his residence in this foreign city, there’s a lifeless kind of calm, the rustling of leaves and flowing stream are the only things to welcome him, but he knows better. Doesn’t need to confirm it when his feet naturally take him upstairs, winding through corridors and towards the balcony that overlooks the horizon. 

The view is very picturesque, overlooking the grandiose Liyue mountains that are decorated with incomparable flora and fauna, but you are there, and he can’t bring himself to look anywhere else. 

You are the best reprieve for his tiring days, and although he will be returning to the Northland Bank to try and solve some of his troubles, the majority of them can be quelled by your presence alone. 

“My darling,” the words slip past his lips without any trouble, and the relief he feels when you turn around and smile at him is insurmountable. Suddenly his hardships dissipate, his lungs are cleared, and his limbs don’t feel as heavy anymore (he can’t think of many people who grin up at him like you do. He hopes you never stop smiling at him like that).

Still, he walks to stand in front of you, and collapses to the floor, resting on his knees by your feet like a faithful jester to his queen. His armour drops and Childe becomes nothing but a man in love before you because there is nothing more human than loving someone more than yourself. 

“Why so exhausted, Ajax?” You ask. 

“The days are bothersome, my love,” he murmurs quietly, slightly muffled, but he then turns his head to look up at you, arms now hugging your calves. “But coming home to you make them infinitely better.” 

“Any good home will bring you comfort,” you deflect, but your words reminds him of a distant, golden memory back in Snezhnaya. The unforgiving, snowy plains had always been his home, the frost that clung to dead tree branches, and the footsteps that he and his siblings left behind in the blankets would were memories of easier times, but here, sitting by you with a chin on your knees, is a memoir of his favourite home. 

The sensation of your hand running through his orange locks take him out of his daydreams, and he melts right into your touch, blood-stained hands completely and wholly attached to you. He commits you to memory, savours the feeling of your warmth against his so he can feel it even whilst he’s away from you. 

Can a home be a person?

He dares to close his eyes. Here, he is safe. Here, he can rest peacefully.

“How was your day?” Asks Childe, stimulating pointless conversation so that he could talk to you and hear your voice that will power him through the tedious night to come.

You begin to talk about the things you had to do today, about the customers you had to deal with, about the errands you still need to run, and all the pressing orders you needed to attend to- hearing it all places an aching weight on his chest. If Childe could have things his way, you wouldn’t need to work at all. You would live life peacefully by his side, without a day of stress as you roam around Liyue Harbour or anywhere else you would want to go, with him holding your arm (would you return to Snezhnaya with him?). 

Alas, life is not so easy nor carefree, but you make it significantly better.

“How pretty is the sunset,” you comment. “Look.” 

He almost doesn’t want to, doesn’t want to put any space between the two of you because looking at the sunset means turning around to face the rays that warm his back, but it’s you who asked him, so Childe turns around and observes the gorgeous blend of colours. He then decides that it’s nothing compared to your beauty.

“Yes, yes, splendid,” the orange-haired agrees, promptly turning back around to look up at you, with a sickening amount of love evident in his eyes. 

“You didn’t even look properly.”

“I’m looking at something much more important right now.”

You shy away at your lover’s blatancy, pushing his face to the side to break his gaze. “Such unabashed flattery, do you have no shame?”

“None! None at all!”

You sigh, a smile creeping at the corners of your lips, timidity teasing Childe as he aches to see more. Reaching for your hands, he intertwines his around them, feeling light as he basks in the softness of your touch that starkly contrast the roughness of his hardened palms. 

His gentle action causes your bracelets to jingle, pure gold and the finest gems of Liyue tinkering quietly against each other. They are gifts from him, he knows because he only buys the best for you. 

“Will you be staying tonight?” You ask. 

His gaze sadly falls to the ground as a regretful, ‘no, I won’t be’ slips past his lips. Tonight, instead of being in your company and resting beside you under the gentle beams of the moonlight, his dedicated Fatui subordinates will be with him instead. The blood on his hands will accumulate and pool by his feet as outstanding debts and scores will be settled, signed with fear and horror as the silence of Liyue sees an unspeakable monster. 

Then, the monster will come crawling to you, fatigued and dirtied with an unrestrained desire to be by your side for as long as time will allow. 

“That’s a shame,” you mutter and Childe winces at the disappointment in your tone. “You work too hard, you know?” 

“It’s just what I need to do,” murmurs the orange-haired, “wish I could spend more time with you, though.”

“It’s alright, as long as I get to see you, I’m happy.” 

He rests his cheek on your knee once more, eyes drooping close. Frighteningly quick, the fatigue he feels from all of his laborious duties catch up to him, latching onto him like a parasite. A nap wouldn’t hurt, 

Nothing can take you away from him, not without a fight. He will bear his teeth, slash his swords until the blades dull, until his bow snaps in half, and until all that’s left of him is a pulp that lies helplessly on the floor, the love pouring from his wounds. Childe only hopes that his last moments are spent in your embrace.

But what will become of this warrior when you’re his opponent? What if you are the one he fights against- what then?

When you wake up one, unassuming morning, you wake up alone. No Ajax to accompany you, the only indication that he was here being the breakfast he had prepared for you that sat atop the counter top. The warmth of the meal lingers, meaning that he must not have left that long ago, and you have to wonder how he knows you so well to guarantee that breakfast is still warm by the time you come down. 

Retrieving a book from the main entrance’s bookshelf, you catch a glimpse of a large box sitting on the entrance table. There is a note beside it, addressed to ‘Traveller’ and signed with ‘Childe’- the name Ajax has supposedly taken up whilst here in Liyue; a merchant name of sorts, he claims. 

You mentally note to listen extra carefully for any knocks at the door, but for now, the promise of a day of relaxation and no work relieves you. Being swamped up in all of your duties meant that you kept forgetting to tell Ajax that you were free for the day, but perhaps you’ll surprise him with a filling and hearty dinner. Work didn’t seem to be all that easy for him either, so you’re sure he’d appreciate the gesture. 

What you weren’t prepared for, however, was discovering a secret that your lover had been hiding from you all this time- in the form of two travellers. 

The anticipated knock on the door came near noon, and two voices from the other side are muffled by the heavy material of the entrance. “Childe said no one would be home, why would you knock?” A high-pitched voice berates.

“Because manners, Paimon!” A male voice retaliates, “even if no one was home, it’s nice to make sure. We shouldn’t barge in without warning.”

“Can you unlock the door yet? Paimon’s dying to know what inside looks like! This property looks so expensive, can you even how much Mora this place is worth! I bet the inside is even-”

The conversation is cut short when you open the door with a soft click, pulling it open slightly. What you’re greeted by, however, is a blond boy with a floating companion, who both wear similar expressions of shock.

“Uh, hello!” You greet with a small smile, feeling slightly awkward.

“Hello, is this Childe’s residence?” The floating one- who you assume is Paimon, asks. 

“You’re at the right place.”

“But he told us no one would be home today!”

“He would be right normally, but I have the day off work. Are you two travellers?”

“Yeah, we are! And who are you?” 

“My name’s Y/n, I’m Childe’s significant other.”

“Childe has a lover?” Paimon’s eyes widen even more if that was even possible. To be honest, this whole scenario was incredibly entertaining. “Since when!”

“We’ve been together for a while. Has he never mentioned me?”

“No! I didn’t even think he could have one with his line of work-”

“-Uhm, we’re kind of in a hurry, I apologise for cutting the conversation,” the blond boy apologises, giving his companion a look before glancing back at you, friendly smile and shining eyes to match his innocent demeanour. “We’re here to pick up something.”

“Ah yes, I did see it. It is rather big, though, could I trouble the two of you to help me bring it out?” You ask, feeling rather embarrassed to bother your guests, but you don’t feel confident to carry the package alone. 

“No trouble at all,” he reassures.

“We can come in, right?” Paimon asks, voice lilting up an octave as mirth shines in her eyes.

“Yes, yes, no need to take off your shoes.” You open the door wider for the two, the floating one flying in first, immediately marvelling at the interior, admiration tangible whilst the blond is a little more reserved, thanking you first before coming in.

What an intriguing pair.

“My name is Aether, and that’s Paimon. I just realised we hadn’t introduced ourselves.” 

“It’s lovely to meet the two of you. Do you do business with Childe often?” Your tongue almost strains at the mention of his business name, but if your boyfriend had appearances to keep, then you needed to try to uphold it too.

Paimon flies over to Aether, joining the conversation. “You could say that. Sometimes he causes more trouble than it’s worth!” 

“That sounds like him,” you huff, an affectionate smile appearing on your face. “The package is right here, but like I said, it seems quite heavy.”

“Allow me,” Aether volunteers, stepping forward to carry the box by himself. He stumbles a little due to the weight, and you hold your hands out just in case.

“Are you sure you don’t need any help?”

The blond merely huffs before shifting the box to one arm. “No need, we’re troubling you enough already.”

“I see. I apologise, if I had known what time you were coming I would have brewed some tea for you two, Liyue has a very fine selection,” you say, fiddling with your thumbs. 

“Aww! Paimon would have loved to try some!”

“Thank you for the offer, I would have liked to try some too, but we are short for time,” Aether explains.

“Then just wait here, I’ll fetch a bag for you to keep on your travels.”

You leave the entrance room before either of them have the chance to reject your offer, and you’re back almost immediately. A new batch you ordered just came in yesterday, so it did not take long for you to try and figure out which one you would like to gift Childe’s… ‘client’. 

“Here,” you hand it to Paimon, who hugs the bag closely to her body. “Travellers need to be at their top shape, right? Hopefully this is something that will rejuvenate you on your journey.”

“This is too kind,” Aether begins, “thank you. We’ll make sure to great care of it.”

“It’s fine! Anyone that is associated with Childe are welcomed here, so long as they���re a nice person that is,” you laugh.

“You can bet we’re the nicest of the bunch!” Paimon exclaims. “I doubt he meets many nice people being a Fatui Harbinger and all!”

A… what? 

Sensing the sudden shift in your mood, Aether’s eyes widen and he tugs at the leg of his companion. “Uh, it was nice meeting you Y/n! Paimon and I will be off now, thank you for the package and tea!” The last statement is nothing but a blend of words toppled over each other as the two practically hurry out of the estate, door slamming behind them in their rush. 

Their abrupt leave didn’t impact you much though, because what did Paimon mean when she said ‘Fatui Harbinger’? Was… Ajax hiding something from you? Or is he Childe? What is the use for a merchant name, anyways? Businessmen don’t usually have identities to keep, but how dire could it be in his industry? After all, second names are only used when wanting to protect yourself from harm, to keep people from knowing who they truly were… a code name for… an organisation like the Fatui to identify them by.

You feel sick, and your hand weakly snakes up to cover your mouth, the other gripping the edge of the table for some sense of stability in your crumbling world. 

Memories come flooding back like a tidal wave, drowning you in the heaviness of the thoughts that clasp around your ankle like anchors. It’s hard to push them away, to ease your mind from the nauseating images that still haunt you to this day: the desperation of your family, the cries, the helpless feeling of being a mere pawn in the game of the Fatui. 

(It hurts to think that you never escaped. After finally surviving through years of hardship, you’ve returned right into the hands of those who caused it, and the thought reminds you of how defeatable you always will be. 

Ajax- Childe, has likely caused devastation similar to the one that wrecked your village years ago. He has blood on his hands, the same ones that have held you tightly against him and stroked your hair. You have kissed his lips- ones that command horrendous acts for others to see through. You love his heart, the same one that probably froze over in Snezhnaya years ago.

You are with someone who has inflicted pain and suffering onto others, and will continue to do so for years to come. But worst of all, you are with a liar, who now makes you question what is and isn’t true.)

Childe returns home at sunset, the rattling of his keys against wood causing fear to crawl down your spine. 

“I’m home!” His cheery voice calls from the front door, and to his surprise, you are sitting on one of the more uncomfortable couches that is merely for decor rather than functionality. “My love, why are you sitting there? There are far more comfortable seats for you-”

“Welcome home, Childe.” 

He pauses in his steps and feels the world stop momentarily. “Darling? What’s with the name?” The Harbinger tries to laugh, but really, you’re scaring him. Very much so. “Come on, you know you don’t need to call me that. Here, I brought back some food that I thought you would enjoy from-” 

“When were you going to tell me?” You’re standing now, slowly stepping towards him as your clothes flow with your every movement. Childe has no time to admire though, not when you and this swirling premonition in his gut is frightening him. 

“Tell you what?” The pit in his stomach already knows.

“Must you act a fool?”

“To what?” He continues because it’s his first instinct to lie. “Darling, please tell me what is troubling you.”

“Please don’t play dumb, I just need the truth, especially now out of all times, are you really a…” you plead, voice trailing off as you hold yourself back from shattering. “You’re not who I think you are, are you?”

“Why do you sound so sad? What happened?” He whispers, beginning to feel the back of his eyes burn as tears invade his eyes.

“A-are you really with the Fatui? A Harbinger, too?” The words fall from your mouth like anvils and suddenly the title that brought him pride and honour through the years dulls. His eyes widen, and the gulp of his throat is all you need to know. 

“I love you,” large, blistered hands desperately reach for you, aching to hold you still because he’s terrified. What if you slip through his fingers and run? What if you go somewhere he can’t follow? “I love you-”

“Just give me the truth, Ajax. I practically know, I just need to hear it from you,” you choke. The call of his name causes him to cave, a hesitant ‘yes’ slipping past his lips, crushing you with the weight of the truth. You cry first and like dominoes, his tears follow.

“Don’t cry,” he hiccups through his own sobs, hands locking around your wrists like bracelets. “I hate it when you cry.”

“Childe-”

“It’s Ajax to you,” the Harbinger pleads, grip tightening in desperation.

“I don’t know what you are to me anymore!” You retaliate, “this whole time, you’ve been lying to me when you know about what happened. I’ve told you everything, and you still decide to keep this from me!” You stumble away from him with more force than necessary, bumping into a table nearby and causing the vase that adorns it to drop. A shrill crack echoes through the room, and instantaneously, he rushes to your aid, asking if you’re hurt as pieces of fina china lay on the floor, water pooling around his feet. 

Mixed in the puddle, are the anxieties and worries that come fumbling out of his mouth. He then pretends like it doesn’t break his heart when you scramble away from him. 

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” You ask, voice strained and quiet. 

“If I had told you, would you have stayed, or would you have ran away?”

Your silence chokes him, filling up his airways with lead as he nervously awaits your answer. “I don’t know, but I wouldn’t have stayed.”

Childe’s expression glistens with sadness, so crystal clear that it makes his eyes gleam like diamonds deep from the Chasm. “I see.”

“-But I would have appreciated it hearing from you than someone else.”

“Then how did you found out?” He demands, forcing his tone to be soft. 

“If I tell you you’ll go and hurt them,” you murmur. “I don’t want that to happen.” 

With one look at you, it’s clear that you think Childe will hurt you too with the way you cower from him, as if he could ever lay a finger on you or even point a blade in your direction, but the vision hanging on his hip feels heavier than ever. It’s a haunting reminder of who he is, and what he is capable of. 

You feel miles away, how on Teyvat is he going to pull you back?

“Who are you really?”

“I’m yours-”

“-I’m not in the mood for your flirtatious quips,” you snap, hugging yourself. 

“But it’s true, I love you, Y/n, don’t you know?”

“No, no I don’t. I don’t know what else you’re lying about.”

“Oh come on,” he exasperatedly exclaims, “we’ve been together for so long, the day we met you met the real me, as Ajax, not Childe of the 11th Fatui Harbingers. What’s the big deal? Just because I follow the Tsaritsa doesn’t mean I’m not the same Ajax you know, Y/n, please.”

“It’s not only that you’re apart of the Fatui, Ajax- the world is grey, there are things I will never understand. I’m upset because you lied. Like you said, we’ve been together for so long, yet I’m only finding out about this now, so what else don’t I know?” Your voice breaks.

He takes a step forward, but you only take one back, maintaining the distance even though the Snezhnaya native wants nothing more than to just hold you, to secure his place by your side because what can he do without you? 

“What else are you keeping from me? What can I trust about you anymore? You say your real name is Ajax, but how can I know that?” 

Seeing you so upset, so glum, so devoid of the light that makes you you causes his heart to cease, his throat to dry, and sheer terror to flood through him. 

Childe’s seen the face of death, multiple times before, yet he’s never been this scared in his whole life. He’s losing you, he can feel it, but what can he do about it? What can he say that could possibly bring you back? (What good is a jester without the throne he was sworn to entertain? You can’t desert him, he will perform a thousand tricks if it enamours you into staying, will sacrifice more of himself to you if it means you will remain here, safe and sound in his arms.)

You are the reason he returns home everyday, to make sure that you are healthy, happy, and most importantly, that you haven’t left him without a word. If he had to, he would have killed for you, fought anyone and everyone until all that remained of him was the warrior heart that beat for you. But he could have never preempted this, nothing could have ever prepared for him to be the reason that you were leaving.

“I need some space,” you murmur, “to think this all through. Give me some time.”

“What? No,” murmurs the orange-haired. “No, no, no, we can talk about this, right?” 

“Talking won’t do anything, I need time alone.”

The idea of being away from you causes Childe to almost sink to his knees and succumb to the bones in his body that ache to beg at your feet to stay. The cry of your name is weak, but so very desperate as he looks at you through a blurry vision.  

You’re walking towards the front door, each step you take is another one away from him, away from the paradise that he’s been gifted. There are many ways he can stop you right now, his options are far from limited and although they are physical, they are all very effective, but he surrenders instead. Drops his weapons as he lets you go.

“How long?” Is all that Childe asks.

“I don’t know,” you murmur, hand reaching for the door knob. 

“No more than two weeks, please.” Childe doesn’t know if he can handle being away from you for even a day, let alone fourteen. 

“I’ll try.” 

“I’ll search all of Teyvat if that’s what it takes to bring you home,” he affirms, clearing through sobs just to get the words out. He doesn’t back down without a fight, that’s just who he is, so his next words are etched with certainty and clarity, hoping to pierce your defences with arrows of undying devotion. “That’s a promise.”

“I know.” 

You shut the door behind you.

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Listen, if this is your attempt at getting me to write porn involving Steve’s fishy parts ... you've succeeded. Happy mermay! 🧜‍♂️

Full of surprises

Rated: E

Words: 999

Tags: Mer!Steve Harrington; established relationship; explicit sexual content; explicit descriptions of mermaid anatomy

Notes: Shoutout to that one nonny who asked me if Eddie was gonna fuck the merussy in Just add water. (I opened that ask in a work meeting. I've never been so proud of my poker face.) Well, he never got to in the original story. We're fixing this now.

To say that Eddie's utterly obsessed with his boyfriend would be an understatement. 

What's not to love? Steve is sweet, handsome, has a delightfully snarky sense of humor, and he drives Eddie absolutely fucking insane. 

What he loves most of all, Eddie thinks, while Steve presses sun-warmed lips to his wet skin, chasing the droplets on his throat and chest with kisses, is that Steve’s just as head over heels for him. 

Even though head over tail fin might be more correct just now. 

It started out as just another summer night by the lake. Only the two of them, surrounded by a myriad of twinkling candles (that's another thing about Steve, he's a hopeless sap). As often, their romantic date soon escalated into mock-bickering and a heated wrestling-slash-makeout session. At least they remembered to take off their clothes before they went tumbling into the water. Steve has lost one too many pairs of pants to their spontaneous forays into the lake. 

Steve's legs last just long enough to launch himself at Eddie in a flying tackle, and then they both go down in a flurry of water and flailing limbs and glistening scales. 

They end up in the shallow water, hidden by the onset of darkness and the low-hanging branches of the trees.

They've never done this before, Eddie realizes as he slips his tongue past Steve's lips, drawing the first moans from them. Not like this. Sure, he has taken his sweet time mapping Steve's body with his lips and hands, has familiarized himself with the feel of golden skin and shiny scales, the lines where the two melt into each other. Has stroked his fingers from the base of those magnificent fins all the way to their edges and reveled in the sighs and shudders it gets him. 

But they’ve never done it in the water before. Steve has always made sure to get them back to land, where they could wait until his legs returned - naked and still glistening from the water, and beautifully eager to part under Eddie’s touch. 

Today, Steve seems to have no such plans, if the way he wraps his fins around Eddie’s legs to draw him closer is anything to go by. Or the way his hands stray deeper.

“W-wait,” Eddie manages to say, “Don't you wanna-” 

Steve does not wanna, evidently, because he lets out a growl, cupping Eddie’s naked ass in a deliciously firm hold and slotting their bodies together in the water. A while ago, when he first learned about Steve’s fishy little secret, Eddie would’ve probably freaked out now - unsure what to do with the foreign shape of the tail slipping between his naked thighs, where to put his hands. 

Now though, he traces the shape of Steve’s fins with his thumbs and licks his way back into that warm, wet mouth, drinking down the answering moan it gets him. Steve sucks on his tongue and rolls his hips - one long, powerful ripple of those incredible muscles. Eddie meets him halfway, pleasure pooling warm and tight in his belly, and grinds himself down on the tail, half-hard against Steve’s body already-

-and then he stops. 

“Hold on a sec,” he mutters. “What's this?” 

Because there's … something on Steve's tail he didn’t notice before. The slightest of dips where there should be only smooth scales, right where his cock would be if he was human-shaped. It’s kind of difficult to make out in the water and the hazy candlelight, and what can Eddie say? Impulse control is hard for him. Of course he needs to reach out and touch. 

Steve makes a punched-out sound and jerks so hard Eddie almost topples off him. 

“Careful,” he hisses. “It's sensitive.” 

“It's sensitive?” Eddie parrots, still unable to take his hand off the spot. He goes gentler, though, pressing down on it slightly. His fingers slip inside, and he gasps in surprise at the slick, tight heat that engulfs them. Steve gasps, too, but not from surprise. “What is it?” 

Steve scowls at him - or tries to. He has flushed a dark, delicious shade of pink and his eyes are glassy. His breath is coming in ragged little puffs. He is, Eddie realizes, almost painfully aroused. The thought makes something warm and urgent tingle in his own blood. 

“What do you think it is?” Steve retaliates, even as his hips twitch and his fins flutter excitedly. “Did you think I was, like, sex-less when I'm like this or what? I told you I had … parts, they're just a bit different.” 

“Well, excuse me,” Eddie blurts. His flush is trying to compete with Steve's now. “I like your other parts just fine, so I never really put a lot of thought into it.” 

Somewhere around the middle of his frantic string of words, Steve's expression shifts. 

“Oh?” he hums, and rolls his hips again, taking Eddie’s fingers deeper. Eddie can feel how he clenches around them, and his cock gives a needy little throb in response. “Any thoughts now?” 

“Many,” he rasps, “So many thoughts, none of them sex-less.” 

He curls his fingers experimentally, and Steve makes a noise he's never heard from him before. Primal and desperate and positively wrecked. Eddie’s mouth twitches into a sly smile of his own. 

“Why, fish boy,” he purrs against Steve’s lips, starting to slowly pump his fingers in and out. “You've never done this before, have you?” 

Steve whines and shudders under his touch, nails digging into Eddie’s shoulders. 

“Of course not, what d’you think? You're the first I've ever- Shit, there's only you, Eds. Only you.” 

And damn, how's a guy supposed to stay calm in the face of that confession? 

“Well then,” he murmurs, brushing back Steve's hair so that he can kiss the tiny patch of scales on his temple. “I guess we're both in for some interesting discoveries.” 

That's another great thing about having Steve Harrington for a boyfriend. He never stops surprising you. 

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Greek God!Captain John Price x Maiden!Reader

TL:DR - this is what happens to the sacrifices sent to Price from my if the boys were greek gods post. Just a little thought exercise for myself.

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Each of the boys have a forest dedicated to them surrounding the small village. Each are great hunters so it made sense, Konig has the mountain that separates the village from the neighboring war people, serving as protection.

When the neighboring war people did attack, it wasn’t pretty. Often killing half the men and taking whatever women they saw fit.

However, this girl escaped. She ran from their tents, and bolted into the woods. It wasn’t long before the men chased after her. Axes in hand. Yelling. Sprinting. Laughing darkly. Taunting her.

She ran as far as she could. She could see the fir trees. The big, thick, Grand Firs that were close together like a shield. She was lucky they hadn’t gotten her past the mountain. She would have been done for.

Her knees scraped against the limbs of the trees. Sap stuck to her whole body. Her dress tore against the branches. She began to cry.

Until she saw it. The glittering alter to one of their gods. She flung herself atop it.

She breathed out a prayer.

“Dear God Price, please God of Protection, save me now. Take me as a sacrifice if you must. Please, I beg of you. Protect me or send me a savior.” She cried out against the gold bench. Her fists clenched in the thin fabric of the drape over the altar.

She could hear the shouts of the men, gasping and crying harder.

She turned over and put her head in her hands, pulling her knees close. She prayed they’d run right past her.

She felt a warm hand touch her shoulder. She opened her mouth to scream but another covered it.

“Don’t. You’ll give us away, lass.”

She wanted to cry as she watched the war people stand in front of her, peeking around. It was as if they didn’t see her or the altar.

“See, yer a bit young for what I normally take as sacrifice, but I’m sure I can put a use to ya.”

As the people walked away she sighed and mumbled, “where do the other women god?”

“Simple, really. I see if they would fit as a bride for myself. If it doesnt work out, say we aren’t compatible, I see if I can find a man in another neighboring town that would best suit them and protect them. I put an illusion on the town yer from, as it is so remote, so that if you ever saw any of the women you wouldn’t recognize them.” He cleared his throat, “not very good pickings from your village as I see it.”

“So what is to happen to me?”

“I will see if you will work as a bride, if you do not, I will find you a protector and husband to care for you for the rest of your days.”

She shot up and hugged him. She didn’t expect gods to be this benevolent, much less a son of Zeus, but she had dreamed of escaping her village for so long. The torment of the war people was too much.

“But you said I was too young-“ she started. He patted her head.

“If it works out it will be a miracle. You’re about 10 years younger than I wanted my wife to be for the rest of time, but it will do.” He sighed, “most women do not seem to get along with me, so it would be a great deal of luck needed for you to.”

He tucked a hand under her knees and one behind her back. She held onto him around his neck as he flew. He landed in a far section of the woods. There was a cottage on top of a hill, it looks very nice and large. There was a big chimney sticking up from it with soft smoke coming from it.

“Did you mean to leave the fire burning?”

“I was in a bit of a hurry when I heard your prayer.” Price gently set her down before making his way inside. “I’m going to be chopping wood to keep the fire going out back. If you need anything, I won't be hard to find.”

She spotted dishes in the sink and decided she could have some use. So, she grabbed a wash rag and began to wash the glass cups and ceramic plates. She noticed the table had four places set. She wondered why, she assumed most gods spent their time alone. Maybe a second would make sense for whatever sacrificial woman he had at that point. But four?

There was a loud knock at the door. Without hesitation, three men came strolling in.

“Hello lass, could ya point us in the direction of Price?”

She pointed softly towards the back door of the cabin, the man with the mohawk and the tanner man walked toward the door. The blonde one stood there and stared at her.

“Bit earlier for a sacrifice ‘in’it?”

She opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out, so she looked down at her feet.

The man huffed and watched the back door. The two men came back in with Price, the one with the mohawk had his arm around Price’s shoulder and they were laughing.

“I hope Simon didn’t scare you too bad, love!” The one with the mohawk chirped. “I’m Soap, one of yer resident gods. And that’s Gaz.”

Gaz gave a little wave.

She would admit, she hadn’t assumed gods played poker or that they ate. However, Price did end up cooking a noodle meal with beef sauce. It had a couple vegetables like onions and peppers in it, which he had asked her to help slice. She did so with no complaints.

“I see you took to washing dishes earlier.”

“Was I not supposed to?”

“I was just a bit surprised, love, most of the women just make themselves at home on the couch or try to take me to bed to see what a god can do.”

“Oh,” she said softly. She carefully watched the knife as she cut. Price stepped away to get a spare chair from a closet, Soap and Gaz unfolded the table to reveal a hidden piece that made it longer.

Price helped teach her how to finish cooking the meal before plating for the boys and themselves. Price guided her to the seat next to his and they all ate merrily.

“Say, Captain, how do ya feel about a wee game of poker?” Soap began to deal and she gestured that she didn’t want to. “Ever played, lass?”

She shook her head.

“Watch the master then.” Soap flexed his arms with a proud smile, Simon rolled his eyes and Gaz jabbed him in the stomach, making him smack his hand pout.

The game continued and she watched all the men play, Price was showing her his card and talking her through the rules and the different hands as the game went on, using it as a way to throw Soap off. By the end of the night, Simon had won two games, Price had won three, Gaz had won two, and Soap had won one.

The boy began to head out and Simon smacked the back of Soap’s head, “so much of a winner now are ya,” and laughed to himself.

Price laughed to himself about it as well, under his breath though, he didn’t need Soap hearing him and getting upset or offended.

“How was that for a night, love?”

She giggled, finally starting to warm up to the god in front of her, “pretty fun.”

“I hope you don’t mind helping me clean up.” He said softly as she pushed a chair in and took plates to the sink. Price cleaned up the drink Gaz had accidentally knocked over on himself when Simon won.

Her cheeks began to heat up as he stood behind her, putting a plate in the sink. The were meer inches between them. “There’s spare undershirts of mine in the bottom drawer of the wardrobe up stairs. Go get some rest, I’ll take the couch.”

“I-I can’t rob you of your bed! That feels cruel!”

“Are you sure?”

She nodded profusely.

“Than I suppose I have another idea, since I refuse to make a lady take the couch.”

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@telemna-hyelle it took more than an hour (sorry about that) but here it is! The Four/Dot fluff I promised!

I hope it helps you end your day on a good note <33

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He isn’t ready for this.

Four moves along the wooded path as if in a trance. He knows every step of this place like the back of his hand. But usually, he is much more attentive than this. Usually, he keeps a watchful eye on the surrounding area, scouting for the stray chu or keese. 

Today, however, he cannot seem to keep his mind on such things. The sunlight dappled earth beneath his feet, the scent of leaves and bark baked in the afternoon warmth, the breeze that caresses his cheeks, and the chittering of the many critters that scamper about within the foliage – they are all lost on him.

He feels Dot’s hand in his, her palm smooth and warm. He smells her perfume – light and sweet like the cotton candy they spin at the yearly festivals. He hears her laughter, bright and unrestrained and free as she tells a tale from her day. He sees her, radiant, hair like strands of gold and eyes the color of the joyful sky.

She looks at him, says something he can’t comprehend. He nods, conjures up a smile. With luck, it won’t be as strained as he feels that it is.

He has faced beasts one hundred times his size, navigated the pain and confusion of being split into four, saved the world twice. But by the golden three, he is not ready for this.

And yet, he is going through with it anyway. He can’t back down now. Not when his best friend is right here beside him, every moment of basking in her presence strengthening the love he feels for her. 

Four squares his shoulders. Yes, this is the right thing to do. The hardest things often are. 

The Minish have done a spectacular job preparing the clearing. That much is evident as soon as it comes into view. Everything is as they had planned. Every detail has been attended to with immaculate care.

Vines drape over tree limbs, their slim strands heavy with layered blossoms. Flower petals drift down in lazy pirouettes to join the coat of vibrant pink already lying on the forest floor. The sun glimmers through slightly parted branches. Not far off a fairy fountain casts its soothing glow. Soft notes of magic drift to Four’s ears as he leads Dot forward.

“Link,” she breathes, gazing upward and all around, eyes wide with adoration, “this is beautiful.”

“Yes, it is,” he agrees with a calm he in no way feels. “The Minish worked very hard on it.”

Dot turns to him now, head cocked in question. “The Minish? What do you…”

She trails off as he drops to one knee.

It feels as though he is kneeling on a bed of silk. But the sensation in his chest as he reaches into his pouch is about as pleasant as the Big Octorok sitting on him.

The ring is in his palm though, a delicate thing melted and shaped and fired by his own two hands. It had taken countless tries to get it right, to meld the corners into the perfect curve, to carve the designs in the way he imagined them to be. Making jewelry is not quite the same as crafting a sword. It requires a different sort of skill.

But he had found that skill within him. And he had created something beautiful. Something he will be proud to see upon her finger.

“Zelda,” he murmurs and curses the way his voice trembles a bit at the end, “Zelda, Princess of Hyrule, my dearest friend…” He raises his head, gazes into those big blue eyes. The ones that had shone with empathy when the pieces of himself had threatened to shatter him anew. The ones that had glowed with mirth and joy at the festivals, brightened when he told a joke, gone sharp with interest when he told a tale.

The eyes he has gotten lost in so many times before, and hopes to many more times in the future.

“Zelda, will you marry me?”

She stares at him for a long, agonizing moment, hand held to her mouth, emotion surging across her face. Then, she laughs. She laughs and the world sings with the noise. And she swoops down and lands a kiss right on his lips.

“Was…” he croaks when his surroundings have swung back into focus and the dizzying mixture of elation and trepidation have abated somewhat, “...was that a yes?”

“Oh, Link, of course, it was! Of course!” Her hands are on his face. The ring shines on one of her fingers, though he can’t remember placing it there. Everything is a haze, a haze of wonder and joy and fear. 

It looks perfect there, though. Almost as though she was born to wear it.

“I’ll marry you, Link!” She cries, visage aglow. “I would like nothing more!” 

A laugh bubbles from his lips now, smaller and more hesitant, but overjoyed nonetheless. He stands and suddenly, his arms are around her and hers around him and they are hugging like the world depends upon it. Like if they let go, this moment, this delicate, beautiful moment will solidify and shatter. 

Perhaps, it will. But Four likes to think that it is stronger than that. Like they are.

He blinks away the tears and smiles.

As a sword is forged to endure the struggles of time, so is their friendship made to withstand the toughest of tribulations. And that makes moments like this one even more precious.

“I love you,” she says and her very soul is in the words.

Four holds her tighter and makes himself a promise that he will never let her go. He will never allow her to fall in harm’s way again, never leave her to face life alone. No, they will stand tall through it all. Together. 

“I love you too,” he whispers. “I love you too.”

#another wild fluff fic appears #two in the span of two weeks?? #idk what's happening to me XD #thanks for letting me write this for you tellie <333 #i hope you liked it #and i hope your day gets better #and that tomorrow is easier and brighter #linked universe #lu four #lu dot #zelink #fluff #trin writes

[obaex]

a little dirty - jj maybank

summary: you find that watching jj work can be very... distracting

words: 800

warnings: fluff, a lil' (very?) suggestive

a/n: just a little something short and sweet! inspired by tuxedo by clare dunne, which is so jj coded i needed to write something for it.

Oh, my man He got them real strong hands And after workin’ all day out in that hot sunshine He comes walkin’ in always lookin' so fine Oh, my heart Lights up like shooting stars He’s like a knight in shining armor with them blue jeans on Dirty white tee and my baby don't need no tuxedo

It was hot.

You were no stranger to the heat of the late summer that rolled off the marsh in waves, but the storm that had blown through the night before left Kildare feeling even more humid than usual, the air heavy like wet blanket. Plus, it had knocked the power out, leaving you without electricity and without air conditioning.

You felt the heat cling to your skin as sweat gathered at the base of your neck and you padded through the house, trying to tidy up and get chores done, reveling in the infrequent breeze that snuck through the open windows.

You could hear JJ in the backyard trying to clear the debris from the storm, including a large tree that had come down and just missed the back porch. You wandered over to check on him, leaning against the doorframe of the open screen door. He was carrying limbs and branches two times his size over his shoulder, hoisting them up and dragging them to the back corner of your property. Even from your vantage point you could see the way the muscles in his arms rippled with the effort.

He was breathing heavily as he made his way back, his chest straining against the fitted white t-shirt he had on that was now doppled with sweat, and streaked with dirt. He lifted the bottom corner of his tee to wipe the sweat off of his face, giving you a tantalizing peek at his toned stomach that lay beneath, his abs glistening with sweat, glinting in the strong sun. Your eyes trailed lower to the clear v-line that trailed into the jeans and boxers that hung low on his hips and you swallowed, a blush finding your cheeks at just how good he looked, even when he was dripping with sweat and covered in dirt.

He dropped his shirt and lifted his head to see you gazing at him. He held a hand over his eyes to see you better, his signature smirk breaking clear across his face as he started to make his way over to you. “Like what you see, pretty girl?” he asked.

Your cheeks blushed a deeper shade of crimson and you bit your bottom lip, breaking his intense gaze to glance at your feet, self-conscious that he had caught you staring.

“Mm’maybe I do” you replied coyly as his wide gait closed the distance between you and he hopped up the porch steps, stopping on the step just below you, leaving you eye level.

Your eyes traced his face, the way his tan skin glistened with sweat and his ocean blue eyes twinkled at you as you reached out to wipe a smudge of dirt off his cheek. At this close distance you could smell his sweat, a salty scent that was distinctly him mixed with the sweet smell of the wood he had been hauling. Maybe it shouldn't be, but to you, it was intoxicating. He was close enough that you could feel the heat coming off of his body and all of yours tingled in response as your heart hammered in your chest and your eyes fell to his lips.

“Do you maybe wanna come inside and not cool off with me?” you hinted, inching even closer to him and his perfect pink lips.

He ducked his head and ran his fingers through his damp hair.

“I would love nothing more, princess, but I’m soaked and I smell, you don’t want—”

“—You have no idea what I want, JJ Maybank” you said, interrupting him as you looped two of your fingers into his beltloops and pulled him flush to you, silencing him by pressing your lips to his.

Your sweaty skin against his suctioned you to each other and the second your lips met, his hands came to cup either side of your face. You could feel his calloused palms on your soft cheeks, could feel the dirt coming off of them and you couldn’t care less as his tongue glided over yours and you hummed in response. His lips were salty with sweat and he was already pressing you backwards into the house, guiding your body with his own towards your bedroom.

His hands left your face and he grabbed the back of your thighs without ever breaking his kiss; your legs wrapped around his waist, bringing you even closer to him as he continued to walk you through your house.

“Not afraid to get a little dirty?” he mumbled in a smile against your lips.

“Not even a little” you replied as he tossed you on the bed.

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[kingofthe-egirls]

JEALOUS: LUFFY x Y/N

(cw: spanking, sadist!luffy, mentions of flirting with zoro, sex, safeword/comfort, degrading nicknames)

words: 773

“Making me feel jealous is one thing,” he spits, grinding your head into the mattress, “When it’s Sanji. He’s a sucker for anything with tits.” Luffy laughs, low and heavy in your ear.

He leans back, the sound of his sash being untied rustling behind you.

“But Zoro,” he bites out, dragging his shorts down his thighs, “Is a different story.”

Luffy lines his cockhead up with your entrance, and you whine. “M’sorry!”

“Bet you are,” he agrees, running his tip up and down your soaking slit. He’s teasing you, giggling at the way your legs shake at his actions.

Suddenly, he pulls back.

And then a loud, harsh slap echoes through the room as he spanks your ass cheek hard. The lightning strike of pain sends sparks coursing through you, pinpricks of tears forming at your eyes. “Luffy!!”

“Shut up, slut.”

Luffy is glaring down at you, as you turn your head while supporting yourself on your elbows. You’re bent over in half, at the foot of the bed. Luffy is standing behind you. He grimaces.

“Zoro is stupid,” he spits, landing another slap to your ass, “He doesn’t know you’re just playing games with him. Zoro might get hurt.”

Oh.

“I’m—,”

Luffy huffs, the stillness in the air enough to make you stop. You hadn’t realized…

****

Sitting in Zoro’s lap, pretending to ask him a question about your dagger, only to have Luffy come in and pull you away by the hair.

You’d been excited, thinking your seduction plan had worked, but Luffy seemed deadly icy as he dragged you into his room and locked the door.

****

Now, he punishes you on all fours.

“I love ya, kitty,” he says, brandishing his hand as he holds your hair in his fist. “But you’re not allowed to make Zoro hurt, get it?”

“Got it,” you say, biting your lip. Tears slip out from the corners of your eyes. “I wasn’t tryna—,”

“I know you weren’t,” he coos, soothing a warm palm over your burning ass cheek. He squeezes, hard. “But I’ve gotta punish you anyway, right whore?”

Fuck—

Luffy slaps your ass ten more times.

He makes you count.

“Eight—,” you huff, breath ragged in your chest. Slap. “Nine!” You whine, curling your toes as your eyes roll up. Slap. “Fuck—ten!”

“Good job.”

Luffy plunges his dick inside your cunt, and you gasp.

“W-w-wait, baby!!!”

You squeal, eyes squeezed shut. Your hands are grabbing at the blankets in wild fists. “M’not ready!”

Luffy shushes you, stroking soft fingers along your back. You shiver beneath him. “Wan’ me to stay here?” He doesn’t move, cock and hips stuck in place. Waiting for you.

“P-pull out.”

He does, slowly sliding his cock out from your too-stretched pussy. You gasp out in relief, collapsing onto your face in the bed. You curl up into a ball, dragging the pillows around you. Blankets pool around your shoulders, and you twist yourself up in their warmth as best you can.

“Luffy,” you sniff, “I wasn’t trying to hurt him. Just wanted you to—to pay attention to me,” you mumble. You bury your face in the mattress, and Luffy coos at you from somewhere up above. The bed shifts as he climbs over you, draping his limbs on either side of your balled-up form. Like a red panda on a tree branch.

“Sorry, kitten.”

He mumbles into your hair, his breath puffing a few strands into your face. “Did I go too hard?”

“A little,” you admit, wiping your wet nose with a fold of bedsheet. “Next time ask me before shoving your dick inside.”

Luffy curls around you tighter. “Sorry, y/n. Still new to this,” he nuzzles into your hair, and you let him. He peppers the side of your face he can see with kisses. “Are ya mad at me?”

“Are you?”

“No,” he sends his rubber limbs over and under your blanket cocoon, wrapping you up in loops. “Sorry. It made me jealous, kitty. I got mad.”

“S’okay,” you sniff, letting him pull you both up to sitting, “Shouldn’t have tried making you jealous in the first place. I don’t like this way of playing,” you add, nose wrinkled. It had felt wrong, even as you did it.

“Shoulda paid more attention to you,” he pets your head. “Maybe dinner alone tonight? Just you and me in my room,” he smiles at you, nervous and flushed. You nod, letting him pull you closer into his embrace.

“Sex later too, right?”

Luffy giggles, resting his chin on your shoulder. He nibbles your earlobe. “Course, kitten. Who d’ya think I am?”

****

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[bradshawssugarbaby]

This Love We’ve Got Is The Best of All - Bob Floyd x Reader

A/N: I couldn’t help but write more Christmas-themed Bob fluff, sorry y’all. Inspired by one of my favourite Christmas songs - Merry Christmas by Ed Sheeran & Sir Elton John 🎄🤍

pairing: Bob Floyd x Reader

warnings: just more adorable holiday themed Bob fluff, this one references a Christmas angel for the tree, if that needs a warning?

word count: 1.2k

“Does your family not use tinsel for their tree?”

Bob crinkled his nose at your question, shaking his head. A soft laugh escaped his lips as he looked to you, then back at your Christmas tree, a full, artificial, yet traditional looking green tree, now covered in sparkling silver tinsel roped around it from top to bottom.

“Can’t say that we do, babe. It’s very…glittery,” Bob frowned as he looked at the loose strands of tinsel that were scattered on the floor. You could tell by the look on his face, he was regretting the decision to let you take the lead on decorating your first Christmas tree together, but, Bob was far too polite and considerate of your feelings to protest it at this point. If you wanted tinsel, you were getting tinsel.

“Glittery is the whole point, Bobby,” you teased as you tossed a rope of excess tinsel at him, the silvery strands covering him, static electricity causing the threads to cling to his sweater, glasses and hair.

“You’re hilarious,” he retorted dryly as he took the tinsel off of him, discarding it in an empty plastic tote designated for Christmas decor that the two of you had begun accumulating together.

Bob began sorting through the ornaments you’d purchased, placing them in groups of the same colour together, all the gold spheres in one pile, silver balls in another, and champagne coloured in another pile again. He was notoriously well-organized when it came to workspaces, and Christmas decorating was no exception for him. Once the set was completely sorted, hooks added to allow you to hang them as you wanted, you heard a satisfied hum from Bob’s lips. He smiled up at you from his position on the floor, cross-legged in his dark-washed denim jeans and his chocolate brown knit sweater, silver wire rimmed glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, framing his sapphire coloured eyes perfectly - you couldn’t help but notice the rosiness of his cheeks, flushed warm with excitement about the holiday season.

“Is your tinsel bomb of a tree ready for me?” Bob chuckles, a smirk painted on his perfect pink lips.

“Ha ha. Very funny, Robert.”

“I like to think I’m hilarious, actually.”

Bob stood to his feet, his large hands finding their way to your hips, pulling you into his frame closely, your bodies just barely touching. He pressed his lips to yours in a soft, yet passionate kiss - the kind that sweeps you off your feet and leaves you wanting, craving more. He pulled away with a grin, laughing to himself as he kissed your cheek before picking up a silver ball shaped ornament from the neatly sorted piles he made and heading to the tree. He leaned upwards, hanging the plastic ornament delicately on one of the tree’s limbs, adorned with artificial plastic pine needles.

“Are you gonna help me, or was tinsel your only contribution?” He teased as he raised an eyebrow at you, his cobalt blue eyes twinkling as they caught the warm yellow-white lights of the Christmas tree.

“I mean, I suppose I could help, but just know, if it was up to me, this tree would be covered in tinsel and pink ornaments.”

“Believe me, honey, I know it,” Bob shook his head as he placed another gentle kiss on your cheek.

You selected one of the frosted champagne coloured balls from the sorted piles on the floor, hanging it on a branch as you and Bob got to work decorating the tree. Before long, your tree was covered in hues of gold, silver and champagne, twinkling and sparkling like a star in the night sky. Bob picked up the tree topper from the table and opened the box carefully. He pulled out a beautifully hand-painted Christmas angel, almost identical to the kind your own mother had on her tree back in your idyllic little hometown on the east coast, thousands of miles from San Diego, where you and Bob were residing.

“Whatd’ya think, honey? I tried my best to find one like your mama’s. I know it’s not perfect, but I think it looks pretty close?” He said, a hopeful glint in his eyes.

You felt your lip tremble slightly at your partner’s sweet gesture to make the first holiday in your new home together a special one for you. He knew how much you home, and, while it wasn’t unlike Bob to do thoughtful things for you, like surprise you with your favourite takeout for dinner, bring home a bouquet of flowers on a weekday after work, or turn up at your office with lunch for you, this moment had your eyes welling up with tears of joy, touched by the fact he’d remembered your stories of decorating your tree at home, memories of your family huddling together, bickering over what ornament went where, what Christmas movie to watch while you decorated, the smell of your mom’s freshly baked cookies wafting through the house, and your dad, the tallest in the house, putting the angel atop your tree year after year.

Bob gave you a soft smile, his hand gently resting on your shoulder, giving you a comforting squeeze as he passed the tree topper to you.

“It’s beautiful,” you murmured, nodding in appreciation.

“I figured I couldn’t get you the Christmas back home that you wanted or all the traditions, but, I could start one of our own with this?” He smiled hopefully as he pressed his lips to your forehead in a lingering, gentle kiss.

“Do you want to put it on the tree, Bobby?” You smiled up at him with a tear rolling down your cheek.

“Me?”

“Mhmm. Maybe if we have kids someday, you can do what my dad did for my house, be the designated tree topper-er.”

“Well, how can I say no to our future, maybe, kids?” Bob laughed softly, shaking his head.

He pulled a wooden kitchen chair over to the tree, standing on it to ensure he could reach the top of the 7 foot artificial balsam fir standing before him. He held his hand out for you to pass him the angel. When you placed it in his hands, he held it protectively, almost like cradling a newborn infant, as if he was cautiously avoiding dropping it on the hardwood floor below the chair. He leaned in and placed it in its rightful spot atop your tree, the hand-painted smiling face looking down at you both as Bob stepped off the chair to admire his work. He threw an arm around your shoulder playfully, smiling as you both looked the tree over.

“Well?”

“I think it’s perfect,” You nod your head quickly, a smile on your features as you both admire it, “It’s beautiful.”

“It’s not as beautiful as you are, but it’s a close second for the prettiest thing in the room, I’d say,” Bob chuckles as he pulls you in closer for a cuddle, his arm still draped over you.

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[lavender-z-love]

Is this Love?

Douma X Black.Fem Reader

Genre: Demon x Demon Slayer, Demon Boyfriend AU, Human X Demon, Angst, Fluff Ig? Yandere x Tsundere? Action?

Warnings: Blood, Mentions of stabby stab (tryna keep it PG.) Yandere themes. SPELLING/ GRAMMAR ERRORS

A/n: I know Douma has a few screws loose, but lets ignore that for now. (This was a request) I've only seen 5 minutes of Demon Slayer but I did some research on homeboy and he is an interesting Antagonist. Also, Ik the powers kinda wack, just work with me here—I'll be doing some revisions too so if something looks different dont be alarmed

Wordcount: 1k-ish? Ill count later.

Part 1: Here ♡

Part 2: (More Yandere stuff. Nun too crazy)

The Heavenly Hashira. That was you title. You were known for your Aerokinesis, tessen abilities. You weren't the strongest nor the weakest, but you could hold yourself astoundingly well compared to the others. There was no denying that the Heavenly Hashira had quite a few deaths of demons on her hands.

The walk through the dark night was silent. A cool and Icy breeze began to pick up, you shivered.. It felt familiar but you just couldn't put your finger on it.

That was until you heard..That voice. "Don't you know its dangerous for a gorgeous woman to be walking around at night...Alone?" You stop in your tracks, eyes scanning the area in attempt to find where he was hiding. Nowhere in your eyesight, meaning he had to be somewhere behind you.

You take a deep, concentrated breath.. Springing into the air, looking below you. Rest assured there he was. Large muscular build, platinum blonde hair—Leaning up against a tree, waving at you, those cold rainbow eyes smile at you.

With your Tessen in hand, You whisper a quick chant before whisking your arm around. Shooting a atmospheric gas in the form of a small cyclone.

The last thing you wanted to do was create a large one and lose control of it. Once the cyclone reaches the demon it combusts.

You gently land, one foot touching the ground before the other. Your eyes glued on the now clouded area due to the combustible cyclone you sent towards him.

To no avail, no damage was done. Of course what would one expect from one of the most dangerous demons. He walked out of the cloud unscathed, still with that apathetic smile on his face.

"Well..Good evening to you too. Y/n", He spoke."

The air getting colder by the minute, amost like tiny miniscule icicles formed in the air. Breathing in was starting to hurt, causing you to breathe more conservatively. "I'm not here to hurt you, Y/n, Let's just chat for a moment", he cooed.

"Talk? I have no desire to speak with you." He lowers his voice, somewhat husky now. Those symbols within his eyes studying you.

"Playing 'hard to get' I see. You're So cold-hearted Y/n.." He smiled, eyebrows following helping him display a flirty expression as he continued pacing forward.

Of course, you walk backwards not wanting to come into contact with him. The ground started to crawl, a force growing quickly at Douma's feet and working their way towards you. Vines created by Ice, growing.

"Just let me say a few things and I'll consider letting you go for a bit.."

"Huh? Letting me—"

The vines shaped into large lotuses, the icy vines capturing you by your wrists. The vines, growing spikes rushing towards you. In a panic, you wave your fans around. Doused in pink aura, your wind slices the Ice lotus. Your wrists now free you turn and leap, hoping to get out the range of the Ice limbs Douma was creating.

Taking your tessen you use them to your advantage, utilizing its ability to give you a jump boost. Not long after the cold air picks up once more. Seeing Douma chase after you swiftly. Chanting then waving your Tessen as you hopped tree branch from tree branch.

"I advise you to Stop Y/n, I promise I won't hurt you", He says evily chuckling. Creating cyclones, tornadoes of all sorts- taking advantage of the freezing clouds Douma was producing. Sending hurricanes of sharpened Icicles right back at him. The frozen mist slowly engulfing you from behind, as you raced back to the others hoping you could lure him back to the others.

Dodging large wintery icicle shards that plummet from above. 'There! The Estate!' It was just at your fingertips, and then...Dragged down from the sky by Lotus vines. "Y/n, I love a good chase...but I really must confess something."

The vines tossing you around, one minute you hang upside down, the next you're thrown and caught upright. The vines wrapped around your waist vigorously. Holding you still for the deadly demon before you.

Pushing away at the vines, only for them to nearly squeeze you to death as a punishment.

"Release me!", you shout. You wriggle your wrist, striving to create some sort of wave strong enough to break the vines.

Douma, appearing so suddenly right in front of you. Face to Face, His hands latching onto your wrists, keeping them at a halt. His long blue nails, grazing your skin— He snatches the Tessen away from you.

"Fun game Y/n.. I thank you, I needed that run."

You stayed quiet, thinking of the things you'd never done yet..preparing yourself to be consumed.

"I wanted to tell you before— seems like..I've come to fancy you."

"...What?" You're neck nearly snapping as you turn to look at the demon. You studied his face, waiting for him to say he was joking of some sort. "You?...You heartless, unemotional psycho- Are you really capable of such emotions? Don't make me laugh", you scoffed. Douma's usual casual smile drops..

"Heartless..Unemotional?..How saddening you've been convinced I have no feelings..However–" ,With your Metal Fans Douma had taken from you, he closes them before bringing them up to your chin. Gently, lifting up your chin to look at him. "Explain to me what these feelings are..I don't think a emotionless being would feel what I am feeling right now."

"That doesn't change the fact the you're psycho-"

Douma gazes at you, his rainbow eyes undressing you in the process. His smile ever so alluring, baring his sharp fangs. "Psycho, I guess so. I'm a psycho for you."

Noticing that you were slowly moving backwards, now with your back to a tree, icy vines that held you captive loosen, not quite unwinding from you. In an instant, pale fingers intertwine with yours. Caging you to the tree. "Join me Y/n, I'll make you happy."

You shocked by his sudden proposal, pulling at your restraints and his hands. "NO!" Wriggling one hand free, you reach behind you grabbing a spare hidden weapon you carried just incase of an emergency. A blade, now shoved through Douma's skull from his chin and up. Warm crimson staining your hand as it drizzles down. Catching him completely by surprise, his eyes widened with shock.

His hand, swiftly yanking out the weapon out of his face. Blood following the weapon once disguarded. Slightly regretting your actions as you watched him turn his attention back to you. Expecting for your life to be cut short then and there, the opposite happened.

His pale hands, blue claws pinning your free hand to the tree. His eyes sparkled in amazement, desplaying admiration for you. "Oh my, such a beautiful and clean piercing."

He leans in, leaning in close to your face. "You really are something. An slayer capturing my heart..how interesting."

"You're not fooling me, let me go or kill me!"

"The last thing I'd want to do Is fool you, let alone kill you", he cooes. The Demon gazing at your lips every now and then, allowing you to catch onto what he wanted. You turned your head away from him. Leaving Douma chuckling, his fangs once again flashing. "Well..That will come in due time." His multicolored eyes scan you,"Hmm..how about you come with me?"

"What?", you question.

"You heard me, I'm. Taking. You. With. Me!" He sings happily.

..'This guy is really insane you through to yourself.' Douma chuckles, holding the fan before you. He opens it, puckering his lips and blowing icy dust into your face.

"As if id go with you willingly–"

Your sentence discontinued by the substance introduced to your lungs. You wheeze with disgust, in attempt to cough up what you ingested. The swiftness of your limbs going numb, followed by sleepiness now taking control.

Douma smiles joyfully as you slouch against the tree now keeping you up. His vines now releasing you as you fall before him. "I do have to admit, while I absolutely adore you fired up..This, Sleepiness suits you well too Love."

Douma kneels down to your level, reaching out to you. He loops one arm around your back and the other below your knees— carrying you Bridal style.

"Stop..l-let me go", your voice sleepily slurred.

"Mm-mm, the both of us have things to discuss. Take a nap in the meantime, okay?" His smile, the last thing your eyes saw before quickly succumbing to the slumber spell placed upon you.

Practically skipping with you in arms Douma heads back to his Resort. The satisfying sound crunching of dead leaves under his feet follow him.

"Don't worry Y/n..You'll come to terms with my feelings— No matter how long it takes. I will make you mine."

Written May 31st, 2023

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[celestiaxoxo]

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❤︎︎ — DISCLAIMERS! : I DO NOT OWN TWISTED WONDERLAND AND ALL RIGHTS GO TO ITS RIGHTFUL OWNERS! ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO IF YOU FIND ANY MISTAKES PLEASE LET ME KNOW !!

— CHARACTERS! : RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS, RUGGIE BUCCHI, SILVER!

— WARNINGS!: NO BETA READ! I DO NOT CONDONE ANY OF THIS BEHAVIORS IN REAL LIFE! [READER] WILL BE REFERRED TO AS YUU WITH HE/HIM PRONOUNS-THE STORY WILL BE TOLD FROM THE BOYS' POV-POSSESSIVE BEHAVIOR, OBSESSIVE BEHAVIOR, DRUGGED TEA, MENTIONS OF STALKING (OVERALL YANDERE BEHAVIOR) MENTIONS OF UNALIVING SOMEONE.

— WORD COUNT! : 4.7 K!

SETTING THE STAGE! : The former ramshackle prefect had barely managed to escape—it had been a stunt that had taken months or perhaps longer (time had become hard to keep track of after being locked in the same place for years) to pull off however what mattered now was getting as far away as he physically could. Even if it was the last thing he ended up doing he couldn’t go back to that wretched place.

His breathing was uneven and shallow as his limbs ached with the sudden strain that covered his body with a suffocating grip as a consequence of the physical activity he had just forced his body to go through after years of not being able to move farther than what his prison allowed him.

His pace faltered for a minute as he tripped over a thick root of one of the trees that he had failed to properly acknowledge and dodge in his desperate sprint. With his heartbeat on the back of his throat, he quickly scurried back to his feet with paranoia dancing on the edge of his vision.

It was impossible to not associate any sound with that guy—and if he successfully managed to get out of this forest that surrounded where he had previously been captured for the sake of a sick twisted way of love he doubted that he would ever be able to go back to the life he previously had.

And as a branch snapped behind him his greatest fears were confirmed as the person whom he had been trying to escape from, his captor, his ‘precious romantic partner’ was standing there with a look of turmoil on their face that the outlander doubts won’t haunt him in his nightmares.

In that moment right before his so-called lover could even speak the former beast tamer had opened his eyes to his old ceiling that was covered in spider webs from ramshackle back when he was still attending Night Raven College—

Wait what?

# — 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒! [TIMELINE: AFTER LEONA'S OVERBLOT!]

Riddle wasn’t sure what exactly was going on with the Ramshackle prefect recently—it felt odd seeing them around school with this look of wonder and dare he even say melancholic on his face. He furrowed his eyebrows in deep thought while slowly trying to gather his thoughts together with the most recent events that had happened around here, first there was the conversation he had heard from the first years of his dorms who had tried to whisper in low tones about how odd Yuu had started acting since this morning (something which he had of course reprimanded them on doing harshly and barely held himself back from putting a fitting collar on their necks instead letting them off with a two thousand word essay of why they should not gossip about the prefect anyone)

Yuu and him had managed to find a routine he adored liked well enough to not do much changes even if it caused him to stay up late at night catching up to his work. After class they would meet up and he would teach the ramshackle resident about Twisted Wonderland’s history and alchemy which the other seemed to have never taken a class off before attending Night Raven College—it had been something he had found very suspicious at first which was why he had been forced to be more aggressive with his approach of finding out why.

Riddle was sure that his words back then were justified, especially now that he knew that his close companion was an outlander. Something that greatly reminded him of one of the many stories surrounding the Queen of Hearts—perhaps this was just proof his help was indeed needed by the magic-less student who was like a lost chick in a pack of wild animals. As a Housewarden the minimum he could do for the one that helped him through his overblot and the shameful aftermath he had to experience was guiding him through this world and making sure he was well educated on the dangers this realm had.

And sure he did have to take care of some of the more pesky students who seemed intent on making his new companion—a honorary Heartslabyul student life more miserable than he already had it, but he would do that for any of his other dorm members or friends so there was nothing to worry about (when he told Trey about his actions regarding the prefect he had noticed the pause in the clover’s action before everything had gone back to normal while Trey seemed to encourage to pursue his feelings, something that he won’t admit to not had understood back then)

(He verbally questioned the odd look he had received by Cater but had been laughed off by the former who insisted he was reminded that he had school work to soon complete)

In the end it hadn’t been more than two days before he had ultimately gotten fed up with the pointed avoidance of him out of everyone else. Riddle wouldn’t admit to anyone how much space it had taken in his mind, then as if it hadn’t been enough strain the last incident happened where he had overhead Grim complain about the prefect not wanting to leave ramshackle for anything except to meet the headmaster about unknown matters—to be more precise leaving the school.

And hadn’t that just made the hollow feeling in his heart grow so rapidly he wouldn’t have been surprised if the anguish was enough to suffocate him.

So it shouldn’t come to a surprise to anyone that he had been knocking on ramshackle’s dorm door one step away from actually knocking it down due to the force he was using each time his hand came in contact with the already fragile door. A hurried hand opened the door and he had been left staring at the horrified eye’s of Yuu who was looking at him like he didn’t know him.

It was a weird experience as in one second Riddle was staring at the horrified face of the prefect and in the next second he had been forcefully pushed away from the entrance and gotten the door shut in his face.

He had tried demanding an answer by raising his voice through the door demanding an answer to this attitude. When he realized it would get him nowhere was after hours of trying to coax Yuu to let him in—but just because he had decided to go back to Heartslabyul didn’t mean he was anywhere near done he was determined to get to the bottom of this abnormal behavior even if it was the last thing he would do. The frustration wasn’t something that could easily be resolved though, frustration at this odd behavior, frustration at himself for not being able to solve this faster, and frustration at Yuu himself for deciding to take such an immature response to whatever was happening.

And even thinking of leaving him just like that? Like he was a replaceable toy he could throw away after he was of no use anymore, did he not meet the prefect standard? Did his teaching methods perhaps become too difficult or inefficient for him? If so he would change. Whether it was his temper, his academic achievement or his personality—he wouldn’t mind changing just for him. As long as Yuu didn’t leave him in the dust he was willing to take more drastic measures to not have the floor crumble under his feet.

But first he would have to form a better position for himself, and now that would only be done if he managed to speak to Yuu face to face—and while he didn’t like to admit the only way to currently do so was through Ace and Deuce. Those who he has still yet to completely warm up and probably never will with how distracting and downright clingy they would be towards Yuu, it’s not that he had anything against them specifically, of course not! But they just weren’t a good influence towards Yuu. Since the first day incident and all the other messes they have managed to drag the prefect into, was it a crime to be worried for his friend?

Surely not.

Which was why he had made sure to give them a king lasting task outside of the dorms while sending Cater to persuade Yuu into a more secluded space where he and his dorm leader could talk to in private without disruptive activities.

Riddle would be lying if he didn’t notice the conflicting emotions that crossed the diamond’s face didn’t make him raise an eyebrow at his odd behavior but couldn’t allow himself to think much of it as he had more urgent matters at hand and if some more pressure needed to be put in his subjects to make him more efficient he will do so.

And what better way to do so than the spot at the library in which they had managed to study for days for different assessments—it was a place he considered to hold sentimental value for both of them. Riddle had done just what was needed to make this encounter near perfect, and sure he did resort to a method that was not as gentleman as he would have liked—and he of course hadn’t forgotten to in estimate ways that could make his and the perfect’s meeting more smoothly, and he had ended up in the potion section of the library.

This was of course more of a precaution than anything! It was just a more psychological potion that could help soothe someone’s nerve in a very efficient way(something that he had planned on giving Yuu as soon as he saw him)

“Ah, you have finally arrived! I’ve noticed a drastic change in your behavior towards me since last week—huh? What’s with the expression on your face? Are you upset I didn’t go get you myself? Don’t worry I’ll make it up to you soon, so why don’t you take a seat first?”

# — SILVER! [TIMELINE : AFTER AZUL'S OVERBLOT]

Silver wasn’t as distracted as others were led to believe, most of his inconveniences came due to his particular condition but even then he could find a way to work around it (sometimes) but that of course didn’t translate to him being sloppy when awake. He had learned from the best and he would be damned if he let it go to waste—which was why even before his father had pointed out the unusual behavior of Yuu to him, Silver had already realized by day two that something was amiss.

Not too long after the failure that was this year's entrance ceremony he had the fortune of meeting the ramshackle prefect while trying to find some food resources to feed the horses of the club and had the pleasure of meeting Yuu.

It was a short but pleasant meeting so it wasn’t a surprise when next time they both saw each other they had engaged in a larger conversation than before and instantly hit it off. It wasn’t something he was trying very hard to find if anything he was uncharacteristically giddy over this new friendship and how at ease and natural it felt to just be with the prefect. Which was probably why it didn’t take two looks from his father for him to spill about the new freshman that had gotten his attention—what he hadn't expected was for the fae to have a mischievous smile on his face while muttering something about ‘growing up too fast’.

But Silver had always been a quick person of action so with some pushes to the right direction it hadn’t taken him long to put one and two together about why the urge to become glued to the prefect’s side had become impossible to ignore—so the next day with the help of his father and a grumbling Sebek he had managed to ask Yuu out on a date. It hadn’t been the last time it would occur but the day he had said yes was probably one Silver would remember for a long time.

But nothing is ever that easy is it? It felt maddening every time he had to walk to the nurse office to visit the person who he was considering spending the rest of his life with because Yuu had managed to somehow land himself in the middle of an overblot. During Leona’s overblot was the only time where he had managed to be of use by annihilating any Savanaclaw student that had been involved with this pathetic plan to win against his liege—that wasn’t his only motivation of course. But it just added to the anger that seemed to bubble in his chest.

Then he had heard of the incident with Azul and the twins and it just seemed to make everything worse. It was a surprise to hear the reason why Yuu had made the deal in the first place was because of those people that he hanged around made more sense all of the sudden. Of course he wouldn’t be the one doing such reckless actions; it was obviously done by the less than ideal people that surrounded him—Silver wouldn’t be able to have a clear conscience if he didn’t help out his dear partner when dealing with less than ideal people.

Originally he had intended to go to Lilia for advice but due to some matters with his own club he had an eye opening run in with his liege who seemed quite perspective towards Silver’s latest issues. Truly he couldn’t and shouldn’t have dared to spill more about the issues that plagued his mind regarding the prefect but he knew if there was another person who he could trust that also matched his father’s wisdom was the young master.

So spill his guts he did, and unlike what he had expected for the reaction to be he instead got an advice that would probably shape the way he would treat his own romantic relationships for years to come.

“One knows how deceitful matters of hearts can be, this is way the way towards your desired achievements should probably hold a more firm approach—young inexperienced children of man cannot always distinguish between what’s beneficial and harmful.”

A more hands on approach would be needed to deal with the more harmful thorns of the bunch, a necessary sacrifice which he would gladly dispose of if it leaned the healthiness and happiness of his dear. Which was why he had started to perhaps share his concerns about the Heartslabyul freshman duo who seemed to be breaking more severe rules per day with Riddle who while trying to be more lenient with his subjects would not hesitate to put those he deemed out of place back to where they belong. Never let it be known that a ten thousand word essay per day didn’t keep s perdon busy. Right after that he had the misfortune of dealing with the other pest but the solution quite literally came to him in the best time possible as he realized how easily the animal could be bribed to do things with a can of tunas that required his presence far away from ramshackle and it’s other human resident.

It didn’t have the most positive reaction from the prefect once he realized that the friends he had been hanging out with (and depending on—) had started to be seen less and less till Yuu couldn’t see them around at all. That’s when Silver stepped in and directed his boyfriend to a better solution for his problem, and which better way to make him forget about those pests than dragging him to Diasomnia to spend more time with Silver himself?

It had been a rough start but eventually the prefect had adapted and even formed connections in said dorm—better connections than the ones he used to have.

Everything was going well, at least to Silver. His father had approved of Yuu and while Sebek had made a show of grumbling and butting heads with the ramshackle prefect it was obvious at least to him there wasn’t a real issue between the two, no matter how much the first year’s comment about humans was spit out. And of course his liege had approved since the first moment he had reached out for help when dealing with this particular situation.

Then Yuu had drastically changed his behavior and instead of being attached to the hip together as much as possible he had started actively avoiding Silver and any other resident of Diasomnia—it had baffled him even more when he saw him somehow find the time to talk with the two guys who he had thought were not a problem any more towards his partner’s safety. What in the great seven’s name was going on? It was even harder to pin the prefect down for an explanation himself because as soon as they got in a range to each other Yuu would find a way to slip away as if he knew what action Silver would take next, like an infinite chase of cat and mouse where the prefect was the mouse and he was the cat.

As if this couldn’t get any worse he had also found the prefect to not be attending any of his classes and on top of it all also not sleeping in his dorm. Instead it seemed that he had started sleeping in Heartslabyul, yet all of this was done without saying a word to Silver who was his boyfriend—the person who should have been made aware of this from the start!

It also seemed like everyone was determined to get in his way when trying to rightfully contact his partner. The final straw had been when in the third day of avoiding him Yuu had sent him a text message (which he had been surprised to see as for the last days he had been blocked) but hete was no reason to be happy as the message read, “We are done.” That was all there was, no explanation nor elaboration and it seemed that his unblocked status had been temporary because when he tried to initiate another desperate conversation to the surprise of nobody he had found himself blocked again.

He wasn’t proud to say he had tried everything under the sun to get to talk with Yuu—it wasn’t supposed to escalate to this point. This was the worst possible outcome and the puffy eyes that many of his doormates made a show of not pointing out, perhaps it was for the best to not talk about the mess his hair had become with the lack of care from the human and his temper had increased tenfold when dealing with the other students.

So perhaps he should be grateful when his father had finally put his foot down when he saw him moping around while staring at his phone with a dull look in his eyes.

Enough so that the fae had grabbed matters into his own hands and practically dragged his son’s boyfriend (technically it wasn’t an ex just yet until Silver confirmed so—this was what many would call ‘a bump’ on the road to a better relationship) and locked him in a room until his son came back. It had been a necessary measure, nobody liked stubborn people who refused to speak their problem with their partner—Lilia would make sure that this problem would be resolved even if he had to take some rough measures. And what better way to do so than to use more persuasive techniques to get the reason as to why Yuu had decided to avoid his son so abruptly to the point he started missing class and even begged Crowley to let him leave the school rather than letting him go home.

Sometimes it was necessary to make some hard choices and this was one of them—Lilia wasn’t sure how Silver would take this as he had seen how enamored he was with the boy. But surely he would understand the reason he had used some old methods to get the prefect to speak right?

He had expected many things, expecting the unexpected was the key to win in some situations—but time travel? That was a new one, especially coming from the magicless student. Lilia supposed that it made more sense than a change of heart about the relationship out of nowhere, especially knowing the type of soft heart Yuu wore on his sleeve.

Not the weirdest thing that has happened but probably in the top ten—instead of pondering too much into it he let himself think about how to deliver the news to Silver (he ignored the previous begging from the prefect who had been imploring him to not let his own son know—as if!)

“Time travel? Yuu—why didn’t you tell me? Were you scared I wouldn’t believe you? Who put such ridiculous ideas in your head? I’ll make sure they won’t have a tongue once I’m done with them, but don’t worry I’m here now and won’t let anything happen to you.”

# — RUGGIE BUCCHI! [TIMELINE: AFTER JAMIL'S OVERBLOT]

It had been a surreal day—so much that Ruggie probably looked like a dead man with the glossy eye looks in his eyes that made his pupil look more dead than if he had actually encountered his demise. At least that’s how it looked in the eyes of Savanclaw’s students who had the misfortune of bumping into Ruggie who had done nothing but kept walking while ignoring their questioning shouts after him. But after what the rumor that seemed to have more through that they originally assumed after seeing the state of mind he seemed to be in.

By noon it was already common knowledge that the prefect had broken up with the unofficial vice-housewarden of Savanclaw—it had apparently not been a pretty one where both sides had left to their separate ways after deciding that it was the best thing to do, instead it seemed like Yuu had decided to obilirate the poor hyena by going through a list of reasons why he had been the worst partner he had ever had in his life.

“He really said that?”

“Yes! And it’s wild when the next thing he said was ‘It’s like having a black hole as a boyfriend who doesn’t care about anyone for himself’ pfft!”

“It’s surprising that Yuu decided to snap that way though…”

“I mean they are a Night Raven College student and having somebody like him has to be draining.”

Ruggie had not been planning on leaving his room till he died and became a new person from the inside out so he could be the person right for Yuu, because if he wasn’t the perfect person to date then who would prefect be with? Nobody in this wretched world deserved even an ounce of the love from the ramshackle prefect not even him. But he was the only one who he considered to be the most deserving to be by Yuu’s side—he had made sure everything was adequate from the food he ate to the words he used to communicate was dictated by things that he had seen Yuu being inclined to like.

So how did it come to this? (To the point that even Jack found him pitiful and had made an even worse attempt at comfort by leaving a cactus outside his dorm door) Where had he gone wrong? Did somebody force Yuu to do this? What has he done that made Yuu look at him with such a seething look? He felt like one of those moping housewives in the telenovelas his grandma used to watch after their husband had left in an attempt to ‘protect’ them. He stilled for a minute while his ears twitched as he quickly bolted out of the bed having had one if not the most genius realization in a while.

That was it! There had to be some sort of misunderstanding between the two of the for him to resort to publicly humiliating for something that he wasn’t sure about—Ruggie was determined to ignore the long list of reasons why his boyfriend (not ex, he would never let his partner escape his grasp—how else was he supposed to make sure Yuu didn’t get in trouble again?) had broken up with him which Yuu had also made sure to loudly announce in the courtyard.

On his way to Ramshackle he had bumped into his housewarden but due to the desperation that was clouding his usual judgment, so much to the point he didn’t think twice about ignoring the call for his name as if it was background noise.

But something that he hadn’t taken into consideration was Yuu not being in ramshackle yet, he had almost forgotten that his partner usually preferred staying scooped up in the library at this hour—his plan had gotten some holes in it due to the latest developments but he could grow around it.

He had to.

But it seemed like his boyfriend was determined to play harder to get after the latest verbal argument they had—but then again it was normal for couples to have an argument every now and then right? Ruggie had even read somewhere that it could strengthen the bond between two people! Even if said argument included one of them running away from the other who was desperately trying to catch up to him, enough so that Yuu threw himself out of the window to get away from him. It was something he was not used to, him? Being outrun? He had a sharp eye and even a keener sense of where to turn and when to turn to get to his destination as fast as possible, something that he hasn’t seen being displayed as a skill from Yuu.

But it was more than that, there was something else happening which he couldn’t put his finger on. Because it was almost as if Yuu knew his moves better than he himself knew them, something that just didn’t make sense as he had not been observed that often by his boyfriend for him to be able to analyze and break down any pattern in his behavior. But then again even Ruggie could admit that being discreet was not his boyfriend’s greatest strength, a belief that was preserved after hearing the ‘private’ conversation that Yuu and Grim were having in the middle of the library (while it was true nobody was supposed to be in the library at this time by order of the headmaster himself it still didn’t mean people didn’t sneak in for one reason to the other—yet Yuu was being so careless by outing this ‘time travel’ issue without thinking about the consequences if anybody were to hear then talking! This just proved his point of his boyfriend needing him to survive)

Yet this also explained more than he would admit, of course he didn’t believe one second that time travel was what really had been at play as only a noteworthy mage who could be categorized to be one if not the strongest of the world could achieve control over such a volatile element like time and space—while Yuu was magicless. There were too many details being excluded for him to even remotely believe it. But what if Yuu truly believed that was the case? Maybe it had been an overactive nightmare or an illusion casted on him as cruel prank (if that was the case then he would make sure the Night Raven College’s number of students would be down one or maybe more) either way the matter was that something or somebody had infested his boyfriend’s mind and made him become irrational and break up with Ruggie.

So the reason why his hand had been forced to forcefully take Grim right under Yuu’s nose was to use a necessary bait, a needed sacrifice if he was being more specific (one that he wouldn’t hesitate to sacrifice if needed) he needed to find a way to bring those dumb ideas that somebody had implanted on his boyfriend about time travel out of his brain. Even if he had to use a spell or a less than legal potion to achieve the desired results. He would do anything to get back how things were before, he was now just keeping his word on never leaving Yuu alone.

THANK YOU FOR TAKING THE TIME TO READ THIS!!! HUGS AND KISSES! ❤︎︎

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MIRROR, MIRROR

Snow White!Kanae x Huntsman!Sanemi AU

I’ll likely never finish this since I know character x character isn’t super popular, but I’m so in love with this fantasy setting. If you like my work, indulge me and read my dream fic AU.

CW: NSFW-ish content • mild violence • several scenes below including THE famous kiss-and-wake-up scene

tagging those with whom I’ve simped with over the knight x princess forbidden love trope : @homo-homini-lupus-est-1701 @thedovahqueen @ghost-1-y

Kanae clutched the knife in her hand, bracing it in front of her chest as she quietly closed a hand over her mouth to silence the breath coming in hard, fast pants from her nose.

It seemed futile, given the way with which her heart thudded against her chest and how her legs trembled, threatening to vibrate the floor below her. But if she could just hide long enough from whatever intruders had breached the once impenetrable walls of the fortress, then perhaps she could make it back to her detail — to her sister.

Beyond the walls of her darkened bedchamber, there were several panicked shouts and a furious clash of metal, so loud with its promise of violence, that Kanae could do nothing more than grip the hilt of her dagger until her knuckles turned white. The press of the steel in her hand was the only thing that kept her grounded, kept her from forgetting her resolve in favor of letting loose the panicked sob locked in her throat.

There was a pregnant pause, pierced only by the incessant hammering of the princess’s heart against her sternum, as the sounds from whatever confrontation had taken place in the corridor quieted. That silence, however, was quickly disrupted but the soft squeak of the old doorknob in her chambers, and Kanae felt her stomach drop.

Someone crept stealthily across her bedroom floor, and Kanae knew she was trapped; it was almost certain that whomever had made their way into the princess’s bedchamber would inevitably discover her, tucked away in her closet, with nothing but a small, ornately handled knife to defend herself.

The young monarch knew her fate was sealed — but she would not go down without a fight, no matter how furiously her limbs trembled as those quiet footsteps drew closer to her hiding spot. At least Shinobu could carry on knowing her sister had tried to fight — even if she’d failed, in the end. Perhaps the young knight would forgive her helpless elder sister.

Both the Princess and intruder were silent for a moment; through the sliver between the door and its frame, she could see the moonlight glint off the attacker’s blade. Kanae’s hand tightened around the hilt of her dagger as she prepared to strike against her assailant.

The closet door wrenched open, and to her horror, Kanae’s nerve crumbled as she froze in her fear until she saw the mop of white hair and the all-too-familiar scarred hand closed tightly around the blade pointed at her chest.

The princess’s knife clattered to the floor of her closet, the man’s sword arm falling to his side as Kanae loosed a cry of relief and flung herself against Sanemi, the latter’s free arm locking tightly around her waist as he caught her.

“Kanae,” he whispered hoarsely, dropping her formal title in his relief, as his face buried in her neck briefly before he wrenched her away from him to examine her face, eyes carefully scanning over her for any sign of injury, of harm.

The princess’s fists remained balled against her guard’s tunic as her tears spilled down her cheeks, the Huntsman’s thumb wiping gently as he cradled her face.

“Are you injured?” He murmured, keeping his voice low as he cast his eyes once around her bedchamber, sword still gripped tightly in his hand.

The Princess shook her head, trembling against the rocky, solid form of her protector. “Where are the others? My sister?”

—-

Kanae giggled as Sanemi tugged her by the hand off the small path, ducking behind the curtain of leaves and vines which clung to the branches of the forest trees like fine drapery.

The moment he was certain they were concealed enough from any prying eyes, Sanemi spun her around to him, a devilish smirk on his sinful mouth as he held her flush against him, his hands coming to rest firmly on her waist.

The princess’s arms locked around his neck and her hands buried themselves in his hair as her huntsman’s lips met hers in a passionate, needy kiss.

Kanae moaned as Sanemi tilted his head and slid his tongue into her mouth to dance with hers, his fingers bunching the fabric of her skirts.

“Gods, I missed you,” he murmured as he broke for air, nipping at her bottom lip.

“We’ve been —“ Kanae paused to kiss him again, because she could not stop, not when his lips felt so good against hers, “traveling together,” another needy kiss as Sanemi chuckled softly against her mouth. “For a week.”

The huntsman began to walk them backwards, arms still snugly wrapped around her as though he could not bear to let her get too far from him. “Unfortunately, Princess,” Sanemi groaned as Kanae’s hands tugged lightly at his hair, demanding yet another kiss. “You don’t travel light.”

He was referring, of course, to the travel party consisting of six of the Kocho family’s most trusted bodyguards, who’d accompanied them on their journey to the next Wisteria house.

That number, of course, didn’t include the Princess’s younger sister, who’d become the Kocho heir’s ever-present shadow. The only reason they’d been able to sneak off was because the young knight needed to sharpen her blade. Though, that hadn’t stopped Shinobu from pointedly reminding Sanemi that she still kept a variety of knives and other weapons concealed on her person, as Kanae insisted she’d be fine with only the huntsman accompanying her to gather medicinal herbs.

Kanae caressed the side of her escort’s devastatingly handsome face as she trailed her lips across the scar on his cheek. “Then we’d better make the most of our time,” she whispered.

She felt emboldened at the way Sanemi’s eyes darkened, a growl sounding from deep within his chest as he slanted his mouth back over hers in another heated kiss.

Kanae gasped as she felt her back bump up against the rough wood of a tree, and Sanemi took the opportunity to slide his tongue into her mouth, stroking hers as he pressed her against the bark.

The fluidity with which he’d walked them over the rugged forest floor ignited a fire in her belly.

——

Sanemi looked pained as his desire warred with his reason, the muscles in his forearms rippling with his restraint as he fought to keep the Princess at arm’s length, despite his desperate need to have her closer. “Your…maidenhood is valuable to the monarchy,” he reasoned, though his voice was rough. “Your marriage prospects are vital to its stability —,”

“I am the monarchy,” Kanae said severely. “The only person who has any decision-making authority over my marriage choices is me,” those lovely, lilac eyes were blazing as she held his gaze. “And my people will respect my choices.”

Her fingers began to toy with the laces at the front of his breeches, just as she toyed with his fraying restraint. “And I choose you,”

“Kanae,” Sanemi’s pleading voice was hoarse, but his hands came to rest on either side of her waist, unable to hold back from touching her any longer even as he tried to cling to the last thinning thread of his self-control.

The princess only pressed herself against her huntsman, her soft, sensual lips grazing against the hollow of his throat.

“I want you, Sanemi.” She whispered.

She stood on her toes to press her lips against his, and he felt the last bit of his restraint crumble away. Sanemi’s responding kiss was gentle but possessive, as his arm wound around her waist and held her tightly against him.

Sanemi broke away from her lips to rest his forehead against hers, panting. His eyes were dark and so full of a desire for her that she subconsciously clenched her thighs together, and she felt a fire ignite in her blood.

“As you wish, your Highness.”

——

There, in the circle of trees, stood an intricately forged crystal and glass coffin, bonded together by the wood vines that grew near the grove of wisteria trees he’d passed through earlier.

Within it, lay Princess Kanae.

Even death could not dull her beauty; her long, dark hair formed a silken halo around her head, and small white flowers had been woven through its strands.

She was dressed in a gown made from starlight, a molten silver trimmed with purple, its folds draping over the vine and glass sides of the tomb.

Clutched between her frozen hands was Ataraxia, her sister’s beloved blade. Sitting at the foot of the dias bearing the coffin, face buried in her hands in both disgrace and sorrow, was the knight herself.

Sanemi dropped to his knees before the crystal tomb.

He was too late.

——

“Damn you, woman,” Sanemi cursed, voice low as he glared at the lifeless princess enshrined in crystal. “You foolish, idealistic , romantic idiot.”

“Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” Sanemi raked a frustrated hand through his hair as he began to pace before the Princess’s silent tomb. “What are your people to do now — bend to Douma?”

He stomped up the steps of the stone dias so he could glower down at the Princess’s sleeping face beneath the lid of the sarcophagus.

“You should have let him crush my heart,” he said severely. “You should have fled with the others and gone on to fight another day. Left me behind.”

Some of the righteous anger he felt towards the woman dissipated. “Why couldn’t you just leave me behind?”

The Huntsman’s hand shakily rose to rest against the Crystal of the tomb. It hit him, then, as his fingers pressed against the lid, that he would never again feel the soft warmth of the Princess’s hands as she caressed his face, or brushed his hair from his eyes. He would never again feel the silk of her hair or the flutter of her eyelashes against his skin as she leaned in close to press a kiss against the hollow of his throat.

He would never again be able to partake in the sacred act of holding her close, or savor the steady beat of her heart beneath his palm.

His anger at her winked out like a snuffed flame.

“Your life was worth ten thousand of mine,” he murmured, his vision blurred by the sting of his tears. “I would have been happy to die for the cause — for you.”

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“Allow me to say goodbye,” Sanemi could not hide the way his voice cracked with the finality of his request.

Gyomei and Tengen looked to one another for a moment and nodded. Wordlessly, they heaved the heavy crystal lid of the coffin away, revealing the lifeless princess in all of her frozen beauty.

She almost looked as though she were slumbering peacefully there in the forest.

Sanemi approached the tomb of his beloved Princess, and bent down, his hand caressing the cold, soft expanse of her cheek.

“Forgive me, Princess,” Sanemi felt the damning prickle of tears in his eyes as his fingers traced over her features one last time. “I have failed to protect you once more.”

He leaned in close to her ear, to whisper his final words in hopes they would reach her before her soul parted for the afterworld.

“I do not know why you valued my life over yours,” he confessed, eyes roaming her face to commit every last detail to his memory. “But know that my heart was never in any danger; it has only ever been in your care, and yours it shall ever remain.”

He pulled back slightly to lower his mouth down to hers, for one, last kiss. He’d bitterly hung onto the hope that his lips would breathe new life back into her, make her open those delicate orbs and smile at him, more brightly than the sun, but his hopes were in vain; her lips remained uncharacteristically cold and still.

“Goodbye, Kanae,” he murmured against her lips before pulling away, furtively wiping at his eyes to conceal the evidence of his boundless sorrow.

He turned away, shoulders squared and chin held high, as he made to step off the dias like the good soldier he was, and to rejoin the group holding vigil until the Butterfly girls arrived to entomb their monarch.

“Because I love you,” a weak, yet undoubtedly familiar and revered voice said from behind him, freezing Sanemi in his tracks on the steps of the Dias.

Slowly, he turned around back towards the glass coffin, and he felt himself go weak in his knees.

There was the Princess, head tilted toward him slightly, her lovely lavender orbs blinking sleepily, as she tried to refocus her vision on the gobsmacked Huntsman before her.

A small smile graced her lips and Sanemi rushed forward, enveloping the Princess in his arms. Shinobu’s sword clattered to the stone below as Kanae returned his embrace tightly.

Sanemi kissed every part of her he could reach — her lips, her eyes, her forehead, her neck, even her exposed shoulders as he held her tightly against him. He was far too overcome with his relief and joy at seeing the faint blush return to his beloved’s porcelain cheeks to care about propriety, casting all such notions aside where they belonged.

#demon slayer #sanemi shinazugawa #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #kny fanfic #sanekana #kanae kocho #demon slayer fanfic #demon slayer fic #kny fic #kny smut #demon slayer smut

[mouschiwrites]

hi can you do zane/ gn ninja reader oneshot where they get hurt and zane is patching them up? and reader is always jumping into battle first and zane is there to help them. if you want to ofc!!

Can do!

Word count: 673

Ninjago - Zane Patches You Up

Vines and branches whipped at your limbs as you barreled through the brush, but luckily your gi was thick enough to prevent you from sustaining any scratches. You were in hot pursuit of a gang of thieves. They had just stolen a valuable magic artifact from its tomb, an artifact that you would prefer to have in your own hands.

“Don’t they know how dangerous that thing is?” You panted, frustration obvious in your tone.

“If they did, I doubt they’d have stolen it,” Zane replied from behind you. You managed a sardonic laugh.

You nearly fell flat on your face when the thick vegetation opened up suddenly to an angled river bank composed of rocks. Your foot slipped a few inches as a rock tumbled away from under it, but you caught yourself easily and continued running.

The thieves were hauling themselves into a boat when you pounced on them. You seized an oar and swung, knocking out the one who held the artifact. It fell into the boat with his unconscious body.

You lunged for the artifact, tumbling into the boat desperately with arms outstretched. You leapt up with the artifact—a little gold statuette—held high above your head. “Guys! I got it!”

“Excellent work, Y/n!” Zane appraised you, clapping his hands together.

Your cheeks went flushed pink as you beamed at him. For one crucial moment you forgot about the other two thieves in the boat with you.

One of them tackled you from behind, sending you sprawling onto the rocky bank.

“Y/n!” You heard several voices cry out.

You felt a sharp pain shoot up your arm as a particularly jagged rock sliced your skin. The artifact was no longer in your hands.

You felt woozy. You had also hit your head when you fell. Trying to stand up but failing, you fell again. Suddenly you felt a strong body next to your own, helping you limp along to the tree line, out of the way of the ongoing tussle.

The world stopped spinning at last, and you looked to your side to see Zane hunched over your wounded arm. Zane. Of course. He was never far, even when you were in the midst of a battle.

“Is it bad?”

As if in response, a horrible pain shot through you at the slightest touch. Even Zane winced as he watched you recoil.

“You’ll live,” he said after spending a moment staring at the wound. He reached for his first aid kit.

“I can do it,” you offer, holding out your hand. Zane shook his head with a little smile.

“Please. Let me.”

You sighed, reclining a little against the tree and letting him get to work.

“This will sting,” he warned you, wetting a cotton ball with disinfectant. You gritted your teeth as the cold ball dabbed against your tender skin, and you hissed audibly when it suddenly began to burn.

“Sorry,” Zane murmured, trying to move quickly to prolong the pain no longer than needed.

“It’s okay,” you said in a strained voice. You relaxed a bit when he finally discarded the cotton ball. “My fault for getting banged up in the first place. Guess I’m just facing the consequences.” You laughed dryly.

Zane cocked his head. “Was the pain of getting hurt in the first place not the ‘consequence’?”

You shrugged. He had a point, but you were really just trying to cope here. Even with the sting of the disinfectant gone, the wound still hurt like a cow.

The pain eased a little when Zane tenderly wrapped soft gauze around it, fastening the dressing in a little bow. He patted your arm comfortingly. “All patched up, my love.”

“Great,” you grinned, springing to your feet. “Back to battle!”

Zane tried to protest, but you were halfway down the bank already, seamlessly inserting yourself into a struggle between Kai and one of the thieves. With a little sigh he watched you go, an unusual smile making its way onto his lips.

“Y/n, you wild creature.”

Thank you for your request, and thank you for reading! Have a good one lovelies <33

(divider by saradika)

#ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago x reader #zane julien #zane julien x reader #zane x reader

[thelvrsera]

Snowed In

Request : (yes)

Warnings : none

Paring : Jimmy Keene (black bird) x fem! Reader

Words : 1,622

a/n : its been snowing a lot recently where I am at, a whole whopping 9 Inches of white powdered rain lies outside my home as we speak. So why not incorporate it into this little fic.

Using female/female identifying terms! I can always edit it in post <3

The fall of the snow came heavy as the hours ticked by making the day feel a lot longer than it should have been . The expensive car that sat outside the front of house, was now covered by a thick coat of cold powder, the branches on the trees swayed as it carried the weight of the snow on its limbs. It never seemed to bother Jimmy a bit , but it did bother y/n to an extent. She hated the way it clung to her clothes , making everything slightly damp , or the way it would make getting to and from work the biggest fight of your life.

Nonetheless, it never seemed to suppress her mood as she was stuck behind the four walls of her boyfriend’s home , where it was warm and a random episode of Dawsons Creek played that they’ve both seen countless times. A book that once rested between nimble fingers laid face down on the dining room table , that was only picked up and read by Jimmy throughout the day. It was always rare to see him pick up any kind of book. A novel, an instruction manual, if it had words and a cover? He’d rather be dead than be caught reading any thing of the sort. y/n was the only one who knew about his secret love for reading , how he found it easier to pick up a book rather than leaving his house for a night on the town.

The book had remained untouched for about an hour , until Jimmy came waltzing into the living area with two wine glasses and a bottle of Chardonnay , humming a tune from a Frank Sinatra song as he sat both glasses on the coffee table and filled them a little under half way as he tossed the cork behind him somewhere amongst the room , possibly hidden behind the suitcases left behind the sofa from a vacation over the holidays. As Jimmy was satisfied with the contents in the glass, he lifted the woman’s legs up from their stretched state and had a seat , allowing her to stretch them back out across his lap. All she could do was close her laptop halfway and look at him as she sat up and grabbed one of the glasses holding the contents of the white wine. Y/n swirled the beverage around a little before sipping at it , a small hum of acknowledgement coming from her lips as she sat in thought for a moment.

“When did we buy a bottle of Chardonnay?” she spoke , curiosity striking her as she remembered skimming the cabinet for some type of wine , but there was none in sight .

All James could do was chuckle at her , remembering the hotel they stayed at that provided the bottle in a small bucket full of ice to keep it cool . “I swiped it from that hotel . No one else was going to drink it , and it was free . Win – win situation if you ask me” he had replied , his pearly white smile showing through plump pink lips as he gave a small smile before raising the glass to his lips and sipping at the alcoholic beverage.

Y/n’s eyes just followed his movements , the laptop now laid on the coffee table as admired the man on the sofa with her. The way the one vein in his bicep always protruded out of his arm as if he wasn’t wearing his own skin , like it was a hemmed seam of some sort. The way he delicately held the expensive wine glass between his fingers. It was unusual to see a man who possibly had the strength to tear apart a man from limb to limb , be so gentle with an object that could break so easily . It almost brought tears to her eyes at how delicate he could be with inanimate objects , how delicate he could be with her . She wondered how she got so lucky to be sitting here , to be loved by a man like him , it was a strange feeling to say the least , but her thoughts were disrupted as she heard him speak.

“y/n ? hello ? you alright there , honey ?” Jimmy asked , a wave of relief washing over him as she finally blinked . It was almost as if she was frozen , completely in a whole other world as she sat there , but he didn’t mind it at all . If it were up to him , he would sit there and stare at her all day.

Y/n let out a breath she didn’t even know she was holding in as she nodded softly , a smile painting her features as she sat up a little , trying to get comfortable in the spot she was in . “yeah ! yeah , I’m alright . just… lost in thought I suppose “ she replied , playing with the cuffed end of the sweatshirt she was wearing that a size too big for her , signaling it belonged to the man on the other end of the sofa . It kept her warm to say the least , besides the pair of sleep shorts she was wearing which exposed the skin on her legs a little more than she was used too , but nonetheless , she was thankful it was warmer inside than it was outside.

Jimmy shuffled around on the sofa so he could face her , sitting with one foot tucked under him and the other planted on the floor as he leaned over to place his glass on the table . No one felt like cooking , and there was one takeout place that was still open , it had quickly became both of their favorite spot when they had started dating.

"Y'know we could order takeout , and watch one of those shitty comedies" Jimmy spoke , and quickly added "We don't have too , but if you're up for it , I can go and make the call real fast." He knew doing takeout every once in a while was thing they both liked , and y/n never turned it down for anything.

All she gave in return was a small nod in agreement , and she watched as he hopped off the couch and made his way into the kitchen to retrieve the number that was tucked away into a random drawer .

...

After take out was ordered and eventually ate , and the classic comedy Billy Madison was watched , both parties resigned on the couch for the rest of the night , too full to move and too tired to stay awake.

Jimmy was now rested on the couch as he used the arm rest as a place to rest his head as y/n used the man beneath her as a pillow of some sort , with a random throw blanket from the storage closet wrapped around them both to keep them warm . It was strange falling asleep at such an early time as 6:30 in the evening , the time change that occurred months ago made days short and nights longer , but y/n couldn't complain , she enjoyed days like this.

As the credits of the movie played , all y/n could do was drag her body up a little further so she could rest her head a little higher on Jimmy's chest , being able to hear his heartbeat against her ear , trying to memorize the pattern of the rhythm it gave , it was her favorite song , a song she never wanted to stop hearing whether it was now or forever. It was a song so soothing it was engraved into her brain.

Jimmy was half asleep as he played with the loose strands of the womans hair , letting every fiber tell him a different story , the whole "hair holds memories" theory playing a key factor in his mind. He kept fading in and out , between sleeping in short intervals and waking up for split second to keep twirling a section of y/n's hair between his middle and index finger. This was peace on Earth to him. No fighting , no arguing , and no distractions in between . It was just him , his lover , and the song playing from the ending credits of the comedy film displayed on the television.

Y/n looked up at the man for a moment before giving a small smile , admiring the sleepy state he was in , she knew there was no way in hell they'd move from this sofa until tomorrow . She leaned up and pressed a small kiss to his jaw , the only place she could reach him without moving too far and making him stir . Y/n whispered a small "i love you " to him before resting her head back upon his chest and falling into a deep slumber as more snow continued to fall right outside the window . There was no one else she'd rather be snowed in with than Jimmy.

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a/n : WOO WOO FIRST FIC IN THE BAG! i actually feel really confident about this one , its by far my favorite thing i have written in my years of writing , it almost made me tear up a little writing it. It is just a little rushed as i had started writing it a couple days ago and lost my train of thought, but it all gets better from here!!

Thank you , anon , for such a beautiful request <3

#the adaptation 🌸 #jimmy keene x reader #jimmy keene x fem!reader #taron egerton #taron egerton x reader #x reader #fem reader #black bird

[forever-fixating]

Some Sentences Monday?

Tagged by the ever-awesome @priincebutt

Okay, so I know this is meant for Sundays, but ya boi was destroyed from work and completely overstimulated so I had nothing in the tank. But after hibernating most of today, I am emerging ready to share a new project I have in the works. Getting such amazing response for Love on the Menu has really invigorated my desire to work, and now my mind is running with ideas. I've been toying with the idea of writing a historical AU for a while now, so allow me to introduce:

I don't have an official summary for it yet, but to overhype myself, this story has everything: childhood sweethearts separated by tragedy, rivaling nations full of political intrigue, magick because I've been dying to write a fantasy AU as well so por que no los dos, a tournament where the grand prize of the joust is the hand in marriage of our sweet Henry, a cliffhanger that I am so excited to write but that I know will enrage everyone that reads it...get ready, yall!

Below the cut is a massively long teaser. Forgive the roughness of it. I am just so geeked to share it, but just know I'll be working on it until it's ready. Enjoy! (If you'd like a soundtrack for this, might I suggest Surrender by Natalie Taylor?)

The air was perfumed with the scent of springtime blossoms. Beneath the shade of a great willow tree were two young lovers. One was flaxen-haired, his ivory skin rosy from the sun and littered with constellations of freckles. His body and limbs were slender and knobbly, still in that awkward phase between boy and man. His light blue eyes studied his companion with unguarded adoration. The other young man was shorter in stature, but rigorous exercise had already defined his physique. Atop his head was an untamed mass of sable curls, still wet from swimming. His unblemished skin gleamed a rich russet shade that his fairer companion couldn't stop touching. The pair had completed their lessons for the day and decided to take a refreshing dip in the lake near their school. They were naked, hidden among the willow branches, like two woodland nymphs from a fable and not two princes from separate nations. The dark-haired boy Alex lifted his lover Henry's hand and kissed the signet ring on his pinkie finger. The ring's face held not a family crest but their initials. A promise.

"When we are married-"

"You mustn't say such things!" Henry laughed even as his stomach fluttered at the very prospect. "It isn't proper."

Alex leaned down to press a kiss against rose-petal lips. "A man must state his intentions plainly, and mine are to marry you, cariño."

"You are not yet seventeen, cariad," Henry said as Alex trailed kisses along his jaw and neck. In this sacred space, it was easy to get lost in the rose-tinted fantasy of their future together. He tangled his fingers in Alex's curls, tugging at the roots. "Our parents would say it is unwise to speak of such things at our age."

"Why," Alex hissed as he climbed over Henry's body, "are you mentioning our parents when I am trying to ravish you?"

Henry arched his body into that of his beloved, gasping, "You have ravished me twice already this afternoon. Is that not enough?"

"Never."

As the twin suns began their steady descents into the horizons, the young lovers got dressed and made their way back to the school. Fireflies glowed in hues of pink, orange, and yellow as the pair discussed their plans for the following day. Given their disheveled states of dress, they were wary of running into Headmistress Beaufort or one of their professors as they made their way back to their dormitory. Unfortunately, fate was not on their side, and they rounded a corner and nearly crashed into Professor Wagner. He was a squat toad of a man who taught history and hated Alex for his frequent interruptions during lessons. His face held a perpetual bitter expression, as though he had just sucked on an unripen lemon. He berated them for looking and acting beneath their station and gave them detention for the following fortnight working in the stables with Gerald the groundskeeper. (It wasn't the punishment the man thought it was. They enjoyed Gerald's company, especially when he was joined by Julian, the music professor. Henry was convinced they were in love, but Alex said he was delusional.)

They scrambled upstairs to their shared dorm room to change. Dinner was already in progress when they joined their social set in the dining hall. Alex's older sister June was discussing a novel with Henry's twin sister Beatrice while their best friends Percy and Nora played cards. As Henry took his spot between Bea and Pez, his sister poked at the poorly concealed love mark Alex had gifted him earlier and teased, "My dear brother, it would appear you have been mauled by pixies. Should we alert Gerald of a possible infestation?"

Alex, seated across from him between June and Nora, snorted into his goblet, and Henry kicked his skin beneath the table. Giving his sister a tight smile that told her he knew exactly at what she was playing, he said defensively, "It was only a single, annoying pixie. Hardly cause for alarm."

"Annoying?" Henry's stomach filled with regret the moment the words left his mouth at Alex's fallen expression. He looked away from Henry. "Perhaps the pixie will direct their attention elsewhere if they are such a nuisance."

Alex would not meet his eye for the remainder of the meal. Once Headmistress Beaufort dismissed the students for the evening, Alex was up like a shot. Henry felt the disapproval of their friends and loved ones as he stood and trailed after Alex like a lovesick puppy. When Henry reached the common room of their dormitory, he found Alex chatting with Liam, the son of a nobleman from his home country. While he knew there was no danger of them forming an attachment, jealousy sparked in his chest, hot and ugly. He strode over to them and said, "Alex, I wish to speak with you."

Alex's expression was that of cool indifference. "Yes?"

Ignoring Liam and tugging on Alex's arm, Henry insisted, "In private."

Alex rolled his eyes but stood, shoving past Henry to their dorm room. Henry didn't look at Liam but hurried after Alex. He passed some of their classmates roughhousing in the hallway. Alex's ire was quick to be provoked, but Henry hoped he could dampen it with gentle words of apology and a gift. Their dorm room was on the far end of the hallway to the right. When Henry entered, Alex was sitting on the window seal. Henry closed the door.

"Cariad-"

"You would be wise not to call me that right now," Alex snapped, not looking at him.

Henry bit his bottom lip. Pushing away from the door, he crossed the cross to retrieve a parcel he received earlier that day from his bedside table. Though he protested Alex's pure words down by the lake, Henry's heart ached at the very thought that Alex thought himself alone in this affection. Henry was naturally cautious when it came to matters of the heart. While his parents had a romance for the bards to write neverending songs about and supported his inclinations, his grandmother Queen Mary still held final sway over who her grandchildren would marry. While Alex's country was a rising power, full of untapped resources and potential, Mary looked down her nose at their progressive politics and rising status among the nations. But despite the perceived impossibility of their future together, Henry found himself desperately in love with Alex all the time.

Henry knelt in front of his wounded lover and placed the parcel in his lap. Alex finally looked at him before glancing down and asking, "What is this?"

"An apology and response."

Alex picked it up and tore away the plain brown paper. Revealed was a red velvet bag. Henry's heart raced as Alex opened the bag and pulled out a small golden key on a silver chain. The bow of the key, intertwined in delicate filigree, was their initials, much like the ring that rested on Henry's hand.

As Alex studied it, Henry said, "My words earlier were foolish and hurtful. The truth is that I am afraid of the end of term. Things as they are now seem too perfect and golden. I...I fear once we are parted, reality will make you realize I am not worthy, that you will find someone more suitable for-"

"You believe me to be easily swayed?" Alex snapped. Henry looked up to see frustration and sadness in his eyes. He reached down to yank Henry's hand that held the signet ring to eye level. "Is this not proof enough of my love for you? Is it not enough that I say I love you? If this is an apology, it is a very poor one, Henry."

Henry climbed on the window seal with Alex, desperate to be understood, tears in his eyes. "It is an explanation. I am scared, Alex. I know we are young, but I know in my heart I will never feel for another what I feel for you. But when my grandmother finds out about us, she will stop at nothing to keep us apart. Does that challenge not give you pause?"

"Cariño," Alex whispered, cupping Henry's face, the necklace dangling from his fingers, "I would slay a thousand dragons, cross the Great Salt Desert, and brave the bitterest frozen peaks if that's what it took to make you mine. You may fear your grandmother, but I do not. There is no one else for me but you."

Henry took the chain from Alex's hand and placed it around his neck. Pressing his hand over the key, Henry said, "As you are for me. I want to be brave like you. I want you to know you are not alone. This key is a symbolic gesture, the key to my heart. My promise to be true."

Two young lovers, bathed in moonlight and their love for one another, making a vow as true as the gods had ever heard. Perhaps it was their youth that gave them pause, or the sincerity in which the vows were given. Whatever it was, the gods took note and, in their mercurial way, decided to put that devotion to the test.

The skies were clear that night as Alex and Henry clung to each other, but they could not see the storm brewing on the distant horizon. A challenge.

Tagging @dragonflylady77 @onthewaytosomewhere @theplayfulfairy and anyone else who scribbles and is interested.

#yall are not ready #a tournament for his heart #some sentence sunday #tagging game #red white and royal blue #rwrb movie #rwrb #firstprince #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #WIP

[yaut-jaknowit]

Hello, I just found out about you and I like your work it's really great. I had an idea for a prompt, I didn't see anything like it in your posts. In the last prompt, Demands are met, you mentioned the s/o has scars. What if they were all on a hunt for something dangerous and while tracking it got separated, the yautja and the human are separated and can't get to each other right away. Then the creature they were tracking finds the human and attacks. The human fends it off and maybe even kills it but gets hurt. The yautja finally gets to the human, what do they do? How are they gonna feel seeing their human scared, injured, and covered in the blood of the enemy? How do they heal their injuries and is it gonna hurt them as much as we see it hurt the yautja? Do they try to comfort them? This is NOT a NSFW prompt, just something I thought of, more angsty and comfort really. Thank you for writing cool stuff.

Battling Dangers

Pairings: Vic'tao (Male Yautja) x Reader (Gender Neutral) x Uihoy (Male Yautja)

Word count: 2870

Summary: The Gourtow are dangerous. Six limbs with keen teeth ready to tear into your flesh. Uihoy and Vic'tao take you out to hunt this creature. You've trained with them, learned how to hunt and kill. There's no way you're the best out there but you know the basics. Where's better to learn when out in the field. Your lovers have you sit high in the massive trees of this planet, eyes watching out for said creature. On this planet, something was always bound to happen. You find yourself face to face with a Gourtow. Uihoy and Vic'tao nowhere in sight.

Author note: I love this ask! It was such a great idea after posting 'Demands are Met.' I'm so glad you enjoyed it! I'll happily keep writing.

Masterlist

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“Show the holo, again,” you urged and leaned against the table’s edge on your elbows before you. H-21, an unstable planet, was slowly rotating. The yellow light illuminating everyone’s face in the war room.

Vic’tao threw you a raised eyebrow in your direction. “Again? We’ve shown you countless times,” the younger male exasperated. They have. Yet, you wanted to see it again. It’s a creature you’ve never thought could exist in real life. Gourtow’s are truly an alien creature. And elusive.

“Yes, again,” you responded and flicked his forearm. Vic’tao just gave you a look that both you and Uihoy knew what it meant. You just laughed instead and smiled smugly up at him. “I’m trying to figure out where to put it on my side of the wall when I kill it.”

To be honest, you don’t have much confidence you’ll be of help on this hunt. They are taking you with them because you asked. You’ve proven above basic fighting and defending, as well. That probably contributed to it, a lot. It’ not like you’ve taken them both down, yet. But, you’re smaller than them and able to hide tiny places because of that. They accepted that reason.

The yellow and blue male turned to fully face you, mandibles twitching. He leaned down, his sage green eyes solely focused on yours. “Is that so, sharp one? You believe you can kill a Gourtow?” he sneered, upper mandibles lifted up. It was all just jest between the two of you.

“Stop. Focus on hunt,” Uihoy ordered and tapped a claw against the table. You blew a hair out of your face then looked at the purple and green male on the other side of you. “Know that. Do want trophy or not, little hunter?” Oh, boy. That you do. You were going to kill the Gourtow and prove to Vic’tao that you can. Plus, Gourtow’s skulls are cool looking.

.

The ground trembles underneath your feet for the tenth time on the day of the hunt. H-21 was unstable. Vic and Uie have told you this before stepping on the planet. That’s what helps makes the Gourtow elusive and difficult to kill. You dreamed on killing it and opportunity is now set before you.

A scowl grew on your face, hidden by the biomask designed for your human features. Your grip tightened on the tree branch you were perched on. A few loose leaves floated down to the ground around you like fallen feathers. You were quick to snatch on from before it could pass you. The texture felt something like velvet. Glancing to the branches above you, you snuck the leaf into your little sack.

It’s already been stated you would be their watch out. The swamp side of this planet was diverse and strange. There’s so many different creatures that live here. It can be overwhelming for even the most talented of lone Yautjas. That why it was the three of you now. It’s best to hunt in groups on this planet or else it maybe your last hunt.

Quiet chitters and clicks sounded from above you. Your head canted upwards and spotted the cloaked forms of Vic’tao and Uihoy. After your two years with them, you’ve learned how to easily spot them.

Though they are speaking in their own language, they’ve been teaching you. As they spoke, you picked out known words and figured out what they were talking about.

Just how they were going to do this. The two of them wanted this to be a shared trophy between the three of us. Yet, some battles don’t always go to plan. Whoever got the finishing kill in the end would have ownership to it.

After that was agreed upon, the two leaped from their own branch and landed on yours. They’re cloaks falling. With the planet’s atmosphere, it caused the trees to grow massively. Your spot barely shook underneath their added weight. “Go off to hunt. Stay and watch, little hunter,” Uihoy urged and sat down on his hunches. You smiled up at him. He nudged his brow against your forehead.

You turned your head and pressed your lips against one of his upper mandibles. “Have fun and a good hunt, loves.” Vic’tao patted the top of your head with a short purr.

“We will. You, keep diligent and watchful for us,” Vic’tao said then nodded his head towards Uihoy. Mention Yautja dipped his own and stood. The two gaze down at you before taking their leap into the swamps around you. Vic’tao was the first to land on a tree branch nearby. Then, Uihoy latches onto one and uses the momentum to land higher than Vic. You knew there was a smirk on his face afterwards,

On the other limb, you started to climb upwards to get a better advantage. The metal fake claws attached to the end of your fingertips aided you. A present given to you by Uihoy after Vic’tao made a comment about how dull and weak your nails were. They left little marks in the tree as you searched for a better perch.

From your spot, you were able to see the sun dip below the horizon before disappearing. It had been hours since they’ve departed. Your butt was beginning to ache due to the limb you sat on. It gave no remorse.

The swamp refused to quiet. Even after you saw a reptile-crocodile looking creature swimming through the waters below. Everything was so chaotic here. One thing after another. Yet nothing simmered to a calm aura.

Another earthquake shook the tree you were perched. Your grasp on it tightened until it had passed. A breath of relief escaped your lips. Then, that extra sense your lovers helped sharpen began to tingle. Your eyes swiftly and thoroughly scanned through the foliage around you.

As you ensured the area was secured, a thick, heavy frame crashed upon your smaller one. A high-pitch yelp that had escaped you was cut short. The air rushed out of your lungs at the sudden force. It pressed your front first into the scratchy bark and scrapped against your skin. Two wide paws pinning you.

Sharp teeth latch onto your shoulder and pulled. Screams of anguish tore at your throat. You kicked your legs and struck the leg of something. Yet, the creature didn’t falter. Your metal claws reached behind you to the best of your ability and scratched at it. They dug into flesh, blood beginning to fall from its new wounds.

When it didn’t release, you went in for a second time with more force. This time, you struck something sensitive to the creature. It opened its maw and let you go. You were swift to grab your ki’cti-pa, let it extend to its full length, and face the offender.

A snarling, bleeding Gourtow stood before you. It’s head slightly lowered to the ground as its purple blood dripped from the left side of its head. The back left eye had been cut by your talons. Three other eyes were focused to your frame. Its long ears pinned to its head, saliva dripping its opened mouth. Fatal, sharp teeth shined in the limited light.

Adrenaline rushing through your veins as the two of you sized one another up. You took barely a second to scan around the general area. The fall would be painful, possibly deadly; you would most likely drown.

When one of the Gourtow’s front paw shifted, you lunged. It did the same. The creature’s maw fully open, teeth aiming for your softer body. It’s four front paws reached out before its body, claws ready to tear flesh.

Deadly teeth latched around your Combistick. The weight of the Gourtow caused pain to shock through your shoulder. You retreat to the side. It fell with the momentum and almost slips off the branch.

The Gourtow was distracted enough as it scrambled for purchase. An opportunity opened. You yanked your weapon back and rushed forward. It saw this, then stopped struggling and let it’s bulky body fall to the branch below. You were quick to follow without much thought. Your Combistick pointed towards its growling body.

“I’m gonna fucking kill you, fucker!” you snarled as your body soared through the air. The Gourtow dodged. That wasn’t something you expected, you weren’t thinking.

You landed then leaped to the closest limb. Air whooshed behind you, talons slashing through it. That was almost you. You spun around, Combistick out after your feet touched down. The Gourtow had followed you. All six limbs ready to kill you.

After you saw this, you planted the other end of your ki’cti-pa into the bark. It couldn’t stop and plowed its deep chest into your Combistick.

Purple blood sprayed out all over your body. But the Gourtow wasn’t dead yet. One of its front four limb swiped at you, long enough to claw across your chest. Curses flowing from your loose lips as you stumbled back. Your hand came up and touched the bite mark on your shoulder. Blood easily coated the limb, both red and purple.

When your gaze found the creature, where the Combistick was in the bark was cracking. It was going to fall off! Then it would be lost to the swamp waters below. Those other predator-like animals would happily snack on your kill.

It was still struggling, somehow alive with a ki’cti-pa through its chest. You acted fast. A thin yet sturdy wire shot from your gauntlet. At the end was three sharp point that dug into the Gourtow’s flesh.

Most of the Gourtow’s weight was solely in your hands now. The dying creature struggled, clawing and swiping at every chance possible. It attempted to break the wire. No such luck. You tried to pull back with your own weight but it wasn’t enough.

Behind you was a limb branching off of the one you were on. You lunged for it began to wrap the wire around it. Your quick action saved your kill from falling off.

Finally, you stepped up to the creature, just out of reach. “Thank you, you’ll bring honor to me and my lovers,” you whispered before striking out with your metal talons. They swiped across the Gourtow’s throat, more blood spraying out. You moved back just as a claw swiped at your arm, effectively creating a deep gash.

A pained cry tore from your lips. You stumbled back and glared as the Gourtow died before you. Blood poured over your skin, forcing you on your butt.

The adrenaline was beginning to wear off. Your head felt dizzy and light, chest heaving with deep breaths. You pulled out your med pack but your hands shook too much to hold anything. The blood caused everything to be slippery.

After a third attempt to grab a needle from the pack, you yelled. Your voice echoed out in the trees around you. Tears pooled in the corner of your eyes as you stared up into the dark sky.

Then, it finally hit you. With one press of a button, you can call for help from your lovers. Fucking hell. Your hands trembled as you opened up the screen. “No need to do that, little hunter.” A voice sounded  behind you. Your head whipped to face the origin and found two cloaked bodies.

But, you already knew who they were. With the condition of your frame, you couldn’t stand up and greet your lovers. Your eyes stared up at Vic’tao, tears prickling the corners. His body was tense, string tight, hands fisted at his sides. The yellow male finally took the first step forward then knelt at your side. Purrs spilling from Vic’tao’s throat like a waterfall. “We’re so proud of you. We watched. You did so well.”

It didn’t hit you though, your eyes now on Uihoy. The purple Yautja shadowed what Vic’tao had done then took your injured forearm into his hands. He simply pulled the needle from your pouch and plunged it into your bicep. Usually, it would be painful but it only felt like a small sting. “Good, little hunter. Done good. Good kill. Fought hard.”

Vic’tao’s hands petted you in a strange, comforting way. Purple and red blood coating the palms of his hands, not that he minded. He grabbed your chin and forced your head to turns towards him. His thumb slowly stroking over your cheek bone. Vic called your name.  “You did an amazing job. It’s your kill, your skull,” he praised. All you did was hum shortly, eyes slightly glazed over.

The other Yautja temporarily wrapped a binding cloth around the wound on your arm. You peered over to your kill. It’s jaw was dropped and eyes opened, completely glazed over. Dead of any life. And you had done that. All by yourself.

Your yellow lover stood up with Uihoy following. They studied your injured form, not moving to help as if you could get up yourself. But you didn’t move. You didn’t know if you could.

Uihoy sees this. The Yautja simply scoops you up and cradles you close. “Did well. Sleep. Vic’tao and Uihoy will bring back kill. Little hunter clean it, hang it up on trophy wall. Honor,” he stated proudly as the group began to make their way back to the ship.  Blood dripping down his arms as he leapt from tree to tree.

When the three of you reached the med bay, the oldest carefully set you down and got to work. The adrenaline beginning to wear off. Pain started to race up your arm and shoulder. You finally reacted to it all.

Their healing gel’s smell assaulted your nose after Uihoy declared everything had been patched. The gel was horrible in all senses, but it caused you heal a lot more quickly than an average human.

 Though Vic wasn’t needed, he refused to leave the room, let alone get less than five feet away from him. His hand came up and petted the top of your head. You let your eyes drift closed before sighing heavily. “I’m going to take wonderful bath. Join if you want but I’ll deal with the clean in a bit,” you stated and slipped off of the table Uie set you on.

Both Yautja’s unmasked eyes watched as your form lumbered out of the room. Vic was quick to follow. You easily felt the heat rolling off of him. Uihoy’s quiet pitter-patter of his feet shadowing close behind.

The two followed you into the shared bathroom. A large swimming pool-like tub sat in the middle of the room. You were quick to press some buttons. Water began to fill the tub, steam rising off of it.

Uihoy turned towards the younger of the two and chittered to Vic. Said Yautja whipped his head at the elder, mandibles slightly flared. All that Uihoy had to do was growl once. Vic grumbled before going. “Be quick.” You could hear the teasing tone in the purple Yautja’s voice.

Without another word, the two of you undress and got into the tub together. It would simply hold three Yautja’s with room to spare. He sat on a ledge provided under the water and held you bride style. When you wiggled to get into a better position, his arms tensed. “It’s okay, I’m fine. I was just shifting a little,” you attempted to calm your large lover.

He purred and held you close to him. His forehead rubbed against yours. “Alright.”

As you laid there with your head on his shoulder, thoughts begin to run through your mind. The metal claws on your fingers had been removed after you arrived in the med bay. Your nails dug into his hide as those thoughts grew worse. You could’ve died tonight. Never to see Uihoy and Vic’tao again. It took all of your will power not to sob right then and there.

Once you calmed yourself a little while later, you decided to speak up. “How do you guys not fear death?” It was a serious question. Them going out made terror plague your precious heart. What happens if one or both never returned? You were at their mercy now.

“Fear is flushed from our systems as a suckling. Fear causes you to make mistakes,” Vic’tao spoke. Your head whipped towards to find him already undressing. Purple blood sticking to his hide like a second skin. “If you fear something, you will die.”

“Well, I feared the Gourtow today and I didn’t die,” you responded with little sass. The younger male scoffed then jumped into the pool next to you guys. Water splashed up and soaked both Uihoy and you.

Uihoy growled at Vic’tao’s actions, but the yellow male ignored him. “You’re human. You’re different. Maybe your fear works in your favor. Maybe that’s why some of your kind have bested ours on rare chances.” Vic waded up to you then stroked your cheek. His words had reason to them. “And you did amazing. We watched as you killed the Gourtow. I’m glad those claws came in handy.”

You snickered, gazed casted down. “Yeah, they did. Thank you. Hope I gave a good show.”

“We’ve taught you well.”

“Truth that is, little hunter.”

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