#i’m sorry they could never pull it off the way the crows did

[mavnagerie]

HI AAAA

COuld you please make a second part of the 'We can't be friends' with Zoro??? I LOVED IT SM 😭😭

Thank you for your work and time!!!

into you

* pt.2 we can’t be friends

roronoa zoro x reader

part 1, part 2

summary: after finally coming around on his feelings, he just wants to lay with you and love on you. he’s just a loyal dog.

warnings: SMUT. direct sequel to we can’t be friends pt 1, so slight friends with benefits in the past is implied. freaky zoro, not as freaky as haunted tho. unprotected sex (wrap it.) and slight cum kink. oral both ways. very fluffy zoro regardless of the sex. no proofreading, we die like men. very fluffy at the end… sigh

*authors note: requests are open, also i’m so sorry this took so long 😭 life yknow

zoro held you close in his arms, his warm breath tickling your skin as he placed his face in the crook of your neck.

he held you against the railing of the ship, wanting to hold you close as long as possible, breathing in your smell. he missed the way you smelled, he loved the scent of flowers that seemed to follow you. he was never a huge fan of sweet things but you were always the exception.

“zoro..”

“hm…” he hummed against your body.

“i have to go on lookout… you should go get some rest..” you didn’t wanna push him away from you, you wanted him to stay there, with you in his arms forever. just to know his warmth like how you used to, but you also knew you had your duty to uphold and he desperately needed some rest. he had trained all day from what you assumed, and by the way he had yawned at dinner, he probably didn’t nap much today.

he pulled away, looking down at you. he grabbed your cheeks with his strong hands and placed a kiss against your lips. begrudgingly, he had made his decision to go to bed but not without kissing you dead first. his hands pulled you in close, his kisses were searing against your lips. your hands found his hair, holding him close until he slowly pulled away.

“goodnight princess..” he says with a small smile on his face.

“goodnight, zoro” you smile back, and he’s on his way to the boys sleeping quarters.

as he walked to his quarters and you were finally stuck up in the crows nest, the only thing you could think about for that entire boring long night was zoro. his touch, the way his calloused hands wrapped around you, the way his lips felt against yours and the way his words lingered in your ears like freshly fallen snow on a cold morning.

you missed your zoro. the one who was romantic without realizing but if you called him out he’d blush. you missed the zoro that loved you unconditionally without even realizing or trying. but now you had your love again.

the sun began to rise over the horizon and as the cold crows nest grew ever slightly warmer in the sun, you fell asleep with your head against the glass.. drifting off without even realizing it. the sound of the latch door opening did nothing to even shake you awake. but as zoro pulled himself into the crows nest, he sees you from across the room and sighs to himself with a smile, seeing you passed out.

“oh sweet girl” he mumbled to himself before grabbing his jacket off his shoulders, walking over to your small body and placing it over you. he watched as you curled even more into a ball under his jacket, warm from his body heat. he tried to stay quiet as he began his workout, letting you sleep into the late morning.

as you stirred awake finally, zoro had been on the floor, leaning against the bench close to you, his towel wrapped around his neck as he panted quietly. you watched as his shoulders rose and fell with sweat beading on the back of his neck. he leaned his head back as he heard just a bit of a stir from you. he found your open eyes with his.

“good morning.” he spoke, pushing his hand over his shoulders and into your space. you grabbed his hand gently, your fingers wrapping around two of his.

“good morning..” you spoke with a tired crackle in your voice. he holds your fingers and brings your hand down to his face and kisses your hand

“we should go down and eat some breakfast.” he says sweetly, against your soft skin. you nod and stretch your legs out on either side of him, putting your hands in his damp hair to lean over him and kiss his lips.

“zoro..” you say softly against his chapped lips.

“yes, princess?”

“why have you held out on me for so long..” you sigh, your eyes are shut as he kisses you again.

“i don’t know” he says, hes not lying or disinterested, he just.. doesn’t knows. he holds your legs and squeezes them. “but i’ve loved you for so long, i just need to savor you now.” he says as he kisses you again and again before you pull away to be able to stand up.

he takes your hand and helps you stand, pulling his jacket from your legs and pulling it over your arms. he adored the way his jacket just made you seem so small, all warm in his scent. he pulled you close, pressing another kiss to your lips before the two of you clamored down to the kitchen. everyone had eaten but luffy and nami sat at the table talking about plans for the next island. they turned their heads as you both walked in, nami observing zoros hand on your lower back with his jacket over your shoulders.

“it’s almost like the old y/n and zoro..” she said quietly to luffy and luffy just beamed. he was happy he could’ve helped the two of yall come back together.

they watched as the two of you sat down and sanji sighed, finally able to give the two of you your food and finish cleaning up the kitchen from breakfast. the two of you giggled over the semi warm breakfast and it was almost like as before, a long two years ago, where you were practically on top of him.

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today was mostly a day of travel, resulting in you sleeping in your bed until you heard a loud clamoring of the collective luffy, usopp and chopper over the spotting of land. knowing this was the island they had been talking about the night before and at breakfast.

waking up from your nap was hell but hearing the sound of gentle knocking at the door almost threw you through hell until the door opened to a tall swordsman coming to wake you up. he saw you were half awake already and smiled as he shut the door behind himself, walking over to you. seeing your pretty little face made his smile linger as he sat at the edge of your bed.

“i don’t feel like getting up” you mumbled as he rubbed your legs over the quilty covers.

“you don’t have to go to the island…” he says, leaning over on the bed, laying down next to you. “you know that i know it’s best to just stay on lookout at the ship” his rough fingers grazing over the softest part of your arm down to your hand. his look is soft and lidded, staring at you with wanting eyes while he intertwines his fingers with yours. his heavy boots lay at the edge of the bed while his long coat exposed his warm chest. his sword’s had long been discarded , probably laying on the outside of the door while his red sash loosened around his belly. noticing all these things through a tired needy haze, you were almost foaming at the mouth over his dense body. something that had changed about him was he became increasingly beefier while you were separated.

your hand let go of his as you placed your hand on his chest.

“take off your boots” you spoke, wanting him to get under the covers with you, closer to you. nothing could change how badly you wanted him against you, to the point where you wish he was just in your skin.

zoro found himself standing up, looming over the bed while he pulled his sash from his belly, his long jacket falling from his shoulders before he pulled his boots off. before laying back down he goes to the door, opening it to grab his swords from outside.

“ME AND Y/N ARE STAYING ON THE SHIP” he shouts before he hears luffy shout an “OKAY” back to him. robin had already guessed why he was in the room with you but nami groaned in frustration knowing she wouldn’t be able to get anything from the room until she got back, listening as the door to the bedroom shut, with an emphasized lock to the door.

zoro found himself crawling under your sheets as you pulled them back, his skin warm against you.

“cmere” he mumbled as he pulled you into a searing kiss, his lips rough against yours. his hands wrapped around you, pulling you against his chest from your small waist. you moaned against his lips as your arms found their way wrapped around his neck, fingers deep in his soft green hair, pulling at it gently.

those rough kisses resulted in his tongue battling wildly against yours. his hands explored your body, pushing up under your shirt in order to unclip your bra before pulling your shirt over your head, breaking the hot kiss.

“sweet girl..” he says in a rough husky voice, throwing your garments elsewhere in the room. his legs placed on either side of your thighs as he kisses down your neck, his rough hands finding the valley of your chest. his hands cupped around your breasts, squeezing them like stress toys, savoring the soft noises leaving your mouth at the touch of his hands.

he brought his mouth down to your chest, gently kissing around the nipple before sucking it into his mouth. leaving kitten licks before sucking on them, satiating a desperate oral fixation. sensitive and tender, his tweaking with his other hand made for a loud little bedroom on the thousand sunny.

the room was dark in the way that your bedroom would be dark mid afternoon with heavy curtains over a sunny window. dark enough to make the sensual situation all the more pleasurable.

your moans were music to his ears. something he hadn’t even tried to coax out of you in years but had yearned for it all this time. he moved his leg, placing one between your legs so he could place his knee up against your throbbing cunt, covered by a pair of silky pajama pants.

he switched nipples, moving to the other in order to spread the wealth amongst your chest. he was smirking against your skin, those moans leaving your mouth did nothing but send blood rushing to his dick, twitching against the inside of his thigh.

honestly if he could just stuff you with his cock and suck on your tits for hours, he would. but he knew that you wanted more, that you needed to be fucked by him so he begrudgingly moved on, pushing his head above the covers in order to see your blushing face. the thick blankets and sheets laid on his shoulders and fell back, leaving his chest bare with a sheen of sweat across his tanned skin. you watched as he pushed his hands underneath the fabric that wrapped around his waist, beginning to undo the belt around his pants.

you were almost salivating watching his large, veiny hands toy with his belt buckle, watching as he finally pulled the belt out of the loops. he threw it off to the side and stood up off the bed, annoyed as he pulled his pants and his haramaki off, discarding them from the floor, leaving him in just his boxers. you could see a dense mass in his boxers, his cock throbbing beneath the fabric.

“you’re not nearly undressed enough” he comments, looking down at your pants that were low on your hips. you stuttered to speak, not having said much since he started in on you.

“fix the problem then, swordsman..” your eyes were fixed on him as he sat at the edge of your bed, leaning over your legs and your waist in order to pull the soft pants from your legs. he noticed a wet patch at the crotch of your pants, but to save your embarrassment, he just licked his lips and continued to stare off at where his precious prize of your soft pussy would be. your face flushed red as you watched him just stare at your covered pussy, waiting on him to take action but he took his sweet time.

he discarded your pants on the floor with the pile of clothes and laid down on the bed before you, pulling your legs over his shoulder as he laid down on his stomach. he inched closer to you, your feet resting on his back as he began placing kisses down the soft skin of your thighs. taking the soft skin between his teeth and sucking at it briefly before continuing closer to your covered core.

he came closer and closer before his fingers found their way up under the elastic of your panties, teasing you while rubbing the warm skin of your hips. he could smell the slick between your legs, sickening and sweet, leaving his mouth watering.

he was teasing you, egging you on as you mentally begged him to just dive in on you. he could almost feel the words hanging on your tongue from across the bed.

“cmon princess.. i know you wanna say something” you could feel his warm breath against your cunt.

“zoro…” you whined. “please touch me.. i’m asking kindly..”

he felt his heart flutter at your voice, your needy voice, just for him. “good girl. you’re so sweet to me” he hummed before kissing your clit through your wet panties. his lips parted as his tongue fell from his mouth, licking a long stripe across your mound, tasting you through the cotton. “you taste so good. can’t wait to take these panties off” he groans, the husk in his voice sending you into a frenzy.

he continues to tease, licking you through the cotton of your panties. his nose presses to your clothed clit as he sucks on your mound, tongue pressed against your hole. you attempt to grind your hips up into his face with no avail as he holds them down. “dont get impatient.” he says sternly as he continues on before sitting up slightly, holding your knees up with him. he grabs a leg and pushes it over his head so he’s holding both of your legs with his strong hand while the other pulls your panties down your thighs, slowly inching them off of from your feet. he watches you blush, embarrassed as he brings your panties to his face, licking them briefly before throwing them into the pile, leaving you entirely naked.

he slowly spreads your legs again, observing the slick that spread in your thighs after he removed your panties. he pulls your leg back over his other shoulder and leans down between your legs again. he’s practically moaning at the site of your dripping cunt. zoro slides down onto his stomach, with your legs over his shoulders, he brings his hands up to your hips to caress them while his thumb slides down in between your folds, spreading them apart, observing your pretty pussy.

he is almost drooling as he watches you bite your lip, holding back whatever you has on your mind or your tongue. his thumb rolls over your clit, eliciting that pretty moan he wanted from you so badly. his head is rested on your thigh, watching the way your pussy throbbed for him wantonly. he enjoyed watching your body beg for him when he knew you wouldn’t verbalize it.

finally he caved, needing to truly taste you, bringing his thumb to his lips, licking it clean before placing his hand back onto your hip and finding himself fade to face with that pussy he needs. pushing your legs apart a little more, he begins with pressing his tongue right up against your clit, the muscle of his tongue formed into a point in order to lick your clit with precision.

your jaw fell slacked as he licked and sucked on your clit, needy moans falling from your lips like a waterfall. you prayed there was no one else on the ship as your hands fell to his head, pulling at his soft green hair. you pulled him closer without realizing. humming against your skin, he used his advantage as another way to pleasure you. noticing the way you twitched against him as he hummed, he continued to do it.

the feeling of you pulling his hair made his dick twitch in his boxers, his humming turning into more guttural moans. zoro used his palms to hold your hips down so you didn’t buck into his face and hurt him, though he could tell by the way you shifted against him, you’d cum if he kept sucking your clit like this.

he moved down to focus on your hole next , his tongue flat against your skin in order to taste your slick before pushing it in. his name fell from your lips like a praise to the heavens, pulling him closer by his hair, begging for him to make you cum. he knew this is what this hair tugging meant but he continued to tease you by just keeping a slow pace. his fingers dug into your soft skin, squeezing the plush of your thighs and hips between his rough fingers.

his hard cock against the bed was insufferable so he decided he needed to make you cum even faster so that he could fuck you like how he thought he deserved. your unabashed moans grew louder as his thumb pressed against your swollen clit to stimulate it while he ate you out.

“zoro.. fuck please…” you cried, words refusing to collect into a proper string of words. “fuck…” you cried. he knew you were close as your hands left his hair and clutched the bedding hard, your legs moving and digging into the bed.

he hummed against your pussy, taking pleasure in the fact that he knew you’d cum soon.

“i’m so close.. zoro im gonna cum..” his dark eyes opened, looking up at you from the comfortable spot he found himself in between your legs. he nodded, humming a sound of approval as he devoured you like a starved man. cries poured from you before your hips were pushed up into his face, crying out for him as you reached your climax. he held you close through your climax, big dense arms wrapped around your soft legs. licking at your cunt through your orgasm until you were finally settling down.

as your shaking halted, he slowly let go of your legs and sat up, his face being drenched. he watched your rising and falling chest, observing the way your eyes lidded and stared up at him. he leaned over and grabbed something from the floor in order to wipe his face. he sat back up and was faced with you grabbing him with your arms around his neck, kissing him hard. “mhh.. zoro” you whispered weakly against his lips. his hands placed on your hips, he pulls you closer against his bare chest.

“you’re so beautiful” he kisses you hard , before moving to your neck again. “and you taste so fucking good..” he brings his hands up to fondle your chest while he kisses and bites at your neck. he feels your hands on his shoulders, pushing him down to relax on his knees while you get down further onto the bed. he’s sat like he’s ready to worship as he watches your soft hands find his waistband to his boxers. he was threateningly big in his boxers, almost striking fear into you as he begin to pull them down.

as you began to pull away his boxers, he crossed his arms over his chest so he wouldn’t be in your way, watching as you observed the green happy trail leading from his belly down to his cock. his cock bounced as you pulled the fabric down to his bent knees. your pussy was drenched again, seeing the dark skin of his cock. a large vein down the side along with a leaking tip. he looked smug, especially with his thick arms crossed over his chest.

“you wanna take them off all the way?” he asked, staring down at you.

“no..” you smiled, wrapping your fingers around his cock. “it can wait” your eyes flicked up to his as you stroked his cock, watching as his lips come apart, a groan falling from them. your pussy was dripping just at the noise that left his lips. your thumb pressed against the head of his cock, smearing the precum before bringing your thumb to you lips to taste him. he watched you with a dark look on his face. watching as you licked your thumb before placing your hand back over his twitching cock.

you stroked him teasingly before leaning forward and gently licking the tip of his cock. he wondered where you had learned all this from just to remember how good you used to be at this on lonely tipsy nights.

as you took him into your mouth, a quiet whimper left him, needy but most of all, needy for you. the urge to grab your head and stuff your face full of his cock was almost overwhelming for him though he resisted as you got adjusted to his size, taking him at your own rate. you hadn’t taken his cock or anyone’s for that matter in two years, it was so hard to even get him in that far so your fingers remained wrapped around the rest of his cock, stroking it.

his rough hands found the back of your head, pulling at your soft hair as you sucked him off, gently pulling the strands to feel something rather than to push you onto his cock. looking up at him through thick eyelashes as soft noises left you from the pulling of your hair. he watched your flushed cheeks and gentle hands handle him with care. your free hand squeezed his dense thigh, nails digging into his skin as you encouraged yourself further onto his cock.

“can i take control, princess?” he asked, looking down at you, barely containing himself as drool began to spill from the sides of your lips, slobbering all over his cock. his hand found your jaw, urging you to look up at him before humming a yes. leaving him twitching in your mouth in response.

he loved having control over you. not in a scary dominating way, but in a ‘l love you so much that i need to be there for you, leading you and protecting you.’ kind of way. his hand at the back of your head pushed you further onto his cock, slowly pushing into your throat. he groaned at the sensation while his hand at your jaw, guided you along as well. he could barely contain himself as he began to slowly fuck your face, his hips shifting while his cock slid in and out of your warm mouth. “such a good girl” he praises you under his breath. “yes princess.. take that cock” he says deeply, your nose pressed against the dark green hair at the base of his cock.

he tried to contain himself, taking it slow, but he couldn’t. it was impossible. he placed his hand firmly on your head and began to push you down onto his cock at a faster pace. “fuck..” he groans, throwing his head back. he begins fucking your throat, moans and strangled groans leaving his lips your warm throat coats his cock. your two hands were planted on his thighs, stabilizing yourself as he fucked your mouth. he wouldn’t let up, just battering your throat until tears formed in the corners of your eyes. he was lost in the pleasure, becoming louder and louder as he lost control. he was moaning louder than you had before, his voice was beautiful, your pussy was drenched at this point but you couldn’t focus on anything but the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of your mouth.

“oh my god… fuck i’m gonna cum baby..” if he remembers anything, he remembered everytime he’d fuck your pretty face, you’d swallow his cum. but he’d ask anyways.

slowing down, groaning from the stunt in his orgasm. “can i cum down that pretty throat, gorgeous?” he asked through heavy breaths, watching you nod pathetically. he continues on, acknowledging your response, pulling your head onto his cock. he got a few more heavy thrusts in before your nose was pressed right against his hips, listening to the sound of him groan in pleasure while his cum poured down your throat. he called out your name, your hair tangled in his fingers.

slowly, he relaxes, pulling your cute face off of his cock in order for you to properly swallow his load of cum. you coughed as he pulled you off of his dick, wiping the spit from your mouth as his hand gently grabbed your jaw, wiping your tears with his thumb.

“did i hurt you?” he asked, leaning down to you, kissing your cheek.

“no.. but i’ll be sore tomorrow” you kiss his lips , an intimate gesture.

“that’s okay princess.. i’ll make sure chopper helps you out and that cook makes you whatever you want.” he pushes his hands up under your belly, picking you up so he could lay you down on your back. finally he can stand up and pull his boxers all the way off. his cock slowly starting to harden again with arousal, his thoughts still cloudy with need.

your knees bent while you watched him stretch while standing off the bed. zoro inches back into the bed with you, it and the room feeling damp with the arousal and sweat the two of you had already produced. zoro grabbed your legs, and wrapped them around his waist. pulling your hips up into his thighs.

his cock was tall and thick again. he placed it over your cunt, not ready to push it in so it rested underneath your belly button as he leaned over you to kiss you again, coax you into taking his cock. he knew you were needy, he could see the way your pussy dropped for him again after sucking his cock. his kisses were slow and sensual, his lips danced with yours until you were more focused on making out with him than you were being stuffed full of his cock.

“oh zoro..” you sigh against his lips, your tongue then pressing against his, sharing your spit.

“what is it princess?” the two of you are quiet, intimate, taking up as little space as possible while he’s pressed up against you and you’re curled up against him.

“i love you. i love you so much, i feel like a sappy idiot saying this to you right now but i needed to tell you” your words were heavy, with emotions you had built up the entire afternoon but not many words had been exchanged in the constant fucking.

“i love you more, my princess” he says, his lips pressed to your cheek, just feeling your warmth. he loved the way your breath felt against his ears. the way your voice sounded so close to him. he loved when you laid together and he could feel the way your chest vibrated while speaking. loving every bit of you.

his hand found the base of his cock, moving his hips back so the tip was lined up with your entrance, prodding at it, begging for entry. “are you ready?” he says , close to your ear as well.

“yes..” you sigh longingly, awaiting the feeling of his cock filling you up. your toes curl as he finally pushes the head in, his girth unimaginable. his name fell from your lips, resulting in the moan leaving his lips to grow louder.

“good girl.. take it nice and slow…” he mumbles as he slowly pushes his cock into your soft pussy. not only are you struggling around his cock but he’s struggling… in heaven, as he pushes into your tight cunt. “so fucking tight..” his words were stuck between his clenched teeth, trying not to moan so loudly in your ear.

he had a hand planted on the bed while another wrapped around your waist to hold you close to him, wanting as much of your skin against his as possible. your hands were around his neck, placed against his broad shoulders, palms slapped flat against his skin as he pushed into you.

after the adjustment, he opened his eye to see you, seeing your beautiful face reveling in the pleasure.

“is it okay if i move now?” he asks, bringing that hand that was under your waist up to your face to stroke your cheek with his thumb. your eyes opened to see his face.

“yes…please”

he smiles. “that’s my girl” he kisses you softly before placing that strong hand on your back once more, holding you close to him as he pulls his hips back and begins to fuck his cock into you. starting slow but getting harder as he gets lost in the pleasure.

holding himself up, his elbow buckles a little resulting in him sitting up, leaning back onto the balls of his feet as he pulled your hips onto his cock. using your body rather than using his own hips. his hands wrapped around your hips again, watching as his cock pummeled your cunt.

your moans were loud and whiny, tears beginning to form in your eyes as he got rougher. though he noticed the tears and began to slow down, being sweeter to your body. “n-no zoro.. harder please” he heard your beautiful pleas, grabbing your legs, pushing them over his shoulder before he leaned over you, fucking you even harder.

his forehead fell forward, pressed against yours as he fucked you into a frenzy, his balls slapping against your ass. he was driven past the edge, absolutely destroying your pussy, lost in the pleasure between his legs. he was moaning as loudly as you, his voice loud and heavy. challenging your girly whimpers and moans.

hot breath against each others flushed faces while he bent you in half, split on his cock. he could feel the way you were tightening on his cock, he knew you were close as your nails dug into his skin after your arms wrapped back around his neck.

“you getting close princess?” he says through his heavy panting.

“mhm” he hears you through the loud slapping of skin and moans in the pirate ships room.

“oh good girl… cum all over my cock..” he urges you on, fucking you a little faster, becoming unorganized and scattered in his thrusts as he grew closer as well.

“i-im so close..” forming a sentence became difficult again, cockdrunk with a fuzzy brain.

“good girl” he chants with praise, his chants finally pushing you over the edge as your nails dug into his skin again, tightening around him as you were hit with an earth shattering orgasm. his name was like praise as you cried out for him while he continued to pound you through your orgasm, wanting to fill you with his thick cum.

“you can take some more can’t you?” he says against your skin as he pushes in a little closer, pushing your knees against your chest. he was a little feral at this point, just needing to fill you. “fuck i’m gonna fill up this pretty pussy” he groans as he gets even more disorganized, throwing you for a loop.

“yes… please fill me up..” throwing your head back into the pillow, his head found its place in your neck, throwing his hips into you until he finally released, his cock all the way in your tight pussy. tip kissed right up against your cervix that he had been bullying, filling you full of his hot cum. he groaned loudly into your skin, biting down on it as he reveled in your pussy, causing another weak moan to leave you.

he had to sit there, skin against your for a minute before he could get up. when he did, he tried to relax your legs off of his shoulders, being placed at his sides while he watched that ring of cum around his cock as he pulled out. pulling out, his cum drips from your pussy, but he watches like it was his favorite tv show.

massaging your thighs with his palm, he looked down at your beautiful face. “you okay, princess?” and as you nod, he leaned down to your pussy, licking that dripping cum from it and sitting up to your face. pulling you into a kiss, spitting that cum into your mouth. he hears your muffled moans against his lips, feeling his dick twitch again. though he tried to ignore it, you had been through enough today.

he pulled away, finally standing up again, seeing you as a sweaty mess. “oh sweet girl” he says under his breath. “you’re a mess, let me go run you a bath and i’ll come get you.”

you don’t seem to have a choice as you watch him pull his clothes on, at least his pants. when leaving the room, he gives you another quick, innocent kiss and finally unlocks the door and steps out. he realized how much the room just oozed sex as he stepped into the fresh air. observing the ship along with the island off the horizon for a second, he moved on and went to start a bath.

while he had been in the bathroom, a few of the strawhats began to show back up on the ship and while zoro was on his way back to get you, he walked past luffy and usopp who were unloading stuff for usopp to take to his workshop.

“he’s half naked and has messy hair” says usopp. “that means nothing.” says luffy. and as zoro walks past them, his back turned to him, they see the dark red scratch marks down his back.

“HAH.” usopp looks at luffy. “give me the hundred berries”

“that means nothing, he could’ve been attacked by a bear.” luffy grumbles as he searches for the hundred berries him and usopp always just shared between each other from random bets.

zoro opened the door to see you with your panties on and a shirt, pulling your sheets off the bed. he walks over to you, leaving the door open as he wraps his arms around your waist. “i’m taking you to that bath, i’ll clean this up after..” he smiles down at you, gentle and kind for such a scary man. he kisses you again, not wanting his lips to leave yours before he scoops you up into his arms and carries you, strips you and lays you in that bath, watching as you relax into the warm water.

never in your life, in your time of sneaking off together under tipsy celebrations of complete missions, the days you had been tangled up with him and luffy while healing from whatever you had been dragged into by the strawhats in that warm bed on the going merry, or the days of him teaching you fighting techniques under the warm sun on that top deck, had you thought the lingering kisses and touches, along with the kind friendly gestures would ever lead you to a relationship like this.. although, it should’ve a long time ago.

it’s no wonder everyone was so confused by the odd separation between the two of you once you all had reunited.

roronoa zoro, the strawhats swordsman, loved you more than the world. you knew that by the way he sat there with his hand in the tub, holding your hand as he fell asleep on the outside of the tub against the wall as you relaxed, shaking the sore muscles early.

“i love you zoro..” your voice was quiet, as soft as the blankets that would cover the two of you as you slept in the crows nest that night.

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hi there! hope you enjoy this long and slightly angsty zoro piece :)

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❆: angsty, longing zoro, reader also kisses luffy, no implied gender, 1000+ words!

zoro thought he was past your relationship. you two didn’t work out, not everyone does, and that was okay with him.

totally and completely okay…

replaying the moment from dinner, he swore he saw red. which wouldn’t have happened if he was over you, right?

some of the strawhats had joined sanji in the kitchen before dinner, maybe because of the savory scent that was hard to resist. and of course, luffy was one of those individuals.

zoro doesn’t recall paying much attention to the conversation at the table. he never really does if he’s being honest.

“guys,” you call, bursting in through the galley door.

the sound of your voice is what drew him in, his good eye flicking open to where you were standing in the entry way.

“i think its going to start to snow soon!” you beam, earning enthusiastic uproar from those in the room. zoro can’t hold back a smile when your ardor is for something so ridiculous as snow.

as usual, luffy springs from his seat, eager to see the weather change when nami interrupts him, gaining everyone’s attention.

“hey, luffy! look what’s above you two!”

as you and your captain stand in the doorway, everyone’s eyes travel to reveal the bright green mistletoe hanging above you.

zoro can now hear his thrumming heartbeat, immediately recognizing the symbolic meaning behind the plant.

“that’s mistletoe,” you inform luffy, who seemed just as confused despite the explanation. the captain proceeds to ask a bunch of questions including who did it get there and could he eat it, the standard luffy inquiry.

never had zoro been so aggravated with luffy’s clueless nature.

“that means you two have to kiss. that’s tradition anyway,” nami teases, wiggling her eyebrows at you. playful laughter fills the air while you watch luffy’s face attempt to comprehend the situation.

“well if that’s what that means,” he shrugs, turning to you with a big grin.

of course, he’s not taking this seriously.

the veins in zoro’s forehead feel like they’re about to pop, luffy gets to kiss you and he’s making a joke of it?

time feels like it’s starting to slow down as luffy leans in, going in to place a peck on your cheek. but you’re too busy laughing with nami to realize this and as soon as your head turns, your lips meet his.

your lips only brush for a couple seconds before the two of you realize what had happened, but it feels like an eternity before either of you pull away.

everyone starts to laugh, taunt and teasing the two of you like a middle school couple, but to zoro it’s like the personified version of his worst nightmare.

luffy wraps an arm around you, dragging you with him to return to his original goal of watching the fresh snow fall.

conversation continues as normal, meanwhile zoro sits at the end of the table pretending that his heart wasn’t just ripped out of his chest.

so now that he’s in the crow’s nest, supposedly watching over the ship, all he can think about is you.

did luffy notice your sweet scent as he leaned in? were your lips supple and soft as always or had you changed your chapstick? more importantly, did either of you enjoy it?

what would you have done if it was zoro who was standing there? would you have kissed him? laughed it off like it meant nothing to you?

he didn’t know, but he couldn’t help but desperately want to.

movement out of the corner of his eye snaps his attention away. the light from the galley shines through the slim crack underneath and it’s enough for him to huff and head in that direction.

“alright luffy—“

you jump at the sudden noise, but it seems the swordsman is much more surprised to see you here.

“sorry zoro, just getting some water. i’m leaving right now,” you softly smile, wiggling your glass as proof.

his throat runs dry now that you were standing in front of him. but your movements are agile, too quick for him to strategically access his next move before you’re almost out the door.

zoro reaches out for your hand, taking a tight hold on you and preventing you from leaving.

you pause, letting out a gentle sigh before turning around to face him. “need something?” you ask, staring at your connected hands rather than his face.

there was nothing running through his head as you finally glanced up at him. the light in your eyes had been replaced by foreboding sadness. and he knew why, as he was the one who caused the two of you to break up.

“you didn’t have to kiss him earlier, you know,” he says in a low, gruff tone.

you pull your hand from his, eyes slowly squinting towards him. “i know…” you wearily respond, face twisting into a frown. “…i can make my own decisions, thank you.”

zoro nods. “but you didn’t have to,” he reiterates focusing on the point that is was your decision.

“why does it matter to you? you’re the one who broke us up.” you nearly yell, almost forgetting that the rest of your crewmates were asleep.

“i shouldn’t have done that, i know that now,” he admits, reaching out to you.

your poise changes as zoro is unusually delicate when he holds your hand. “please,” he begs, thumb smoothing over your skin, “just one more chance.”

the sigh that erupts from your body is one full of pain, a heavy burn throbbing through your lungs.

that was the thing about zoro, you could read him so easily. the way his brows lift in their inner corners, how his usually tensed muscles loosened the second he touched you, he was being sincere.

you glance up to the decoration you found yourself under earlier in the day. this little plant was really what tipped him over, it’s almost funny.

“we can discuss this in the morning,” you comply, leaning up to place a light kiss on his cheek, lips hovering against the skin, “that okay with you?”

he can’t help but smile as he agrees, “yeah, that’s good.”

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[hogans-heroes]

Drabble prompt:

Combining two prompts of Gale’s childhood and Gale flinching from Bucky because he smells like alcohol.

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Bucky is several whiskeys and several more stories into the wee hours of the morning when he noticed Gale was curled up in a chair that was wedged in the corner, fast asleep despite the party that showed no signs of slowing down. One leg was pulled up into the seat and his head and arms were pillowed against the wall and chairback in such a way as to appear the corner had been chosen especially for this purpose. Even in sleep he looked far from peaceful, and the whispered fragments Gale had once told of his childhood trickled through Bucky’s mind. 

I’m scared of the dark. Or actually, being left alone in the dark

Dad would be out all hours of the night, all nights of the week. Gambling, drinking, getting in fights. Parties till dawn.

I can sleep anywhere, through any noise, it’s a good skill to have.

Bucky’s stomach turned, guilt blooming in his chest, and set his drink down.

“I’ll see you later fellas,” he said to no one in particular, and pushed his way through the ground to Gale’s side. He crouched down and shook the boy’s shoulder.

“Hey, Buck let’s–”

Whatever he was going to say was cut off by a violent flinch from Gale, shoving himself backwards and covering his head, and Bucky’s heart sank straight to the floor. He snatched his hands back and froze, holding his breath while Gale blinked at him with wide, bleary eyes until they focused and softened in recognition. 

“Bucky?” 

Bucky swallowed. “Yeah, it’s me. Ready to go?”

Gale nodded, rubbing his eyes like a toddler, and Bucky ached again. He helped Gale stand and ushered him out of the mess hall, grabbing a coffee on the way out. Even if it kept him up all night, it would help get rid of the smell of alcohol and the tense line of Gale’s shoulders as they walked back to their room, Bucky’s mind still racing.

Little Gale spent most nights being jolted out of sleep, shoved and dragged places, struck if he did something wrong or didn’t move fast enough. One time Gale was half asleep when he heard the betting grow louder, his dad running out of valuable things to wager. 

‘How ‘bout the kid?’ someone crowed. His dad laughed it off but for a second Gale had gone cold with terror. His dad had traded their car and some of their furniture before, did he really need a kid? 

Gale stumbled while stepping over the door frame, but caught himself before Bucky could help, then huffed a laugh and grinned sleepily. 

“M’tired,” he drawled, and the guilt in Buck’s stomach grew heavier. 

“We won’t stay out so late anymore,” he replied, but Gale shook his head.

“It’s alright, I know you like to party.”

“I like being with you more.” Never going to be the cause of that look again if I have anything to say, his mind screamed, but Gale only smiled up at him as he began to undress. He must have seen something in Bucky’s expression because he paused, frowning, and opened his mouth.

“I’m sorry,” Bucky rasped before he could say anything. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Gale shook his head. “Not your fault,” he said, pulling his pajama shirt over his head. “I was just startled when I woke up, smelled the alcohol, and…I don’t know. Instinct I guess.”

Bucky nodded. It made sense but didn’t do much to make him feel better. He looked down at himself, wondering if he still smelled of whisky.

“M’ gonna take a shower,” he murmured. 

Gale frowned again and moved closer, reaching out, but Bucky shook his head and took a step back. Gale’s face fell.

“John.”

Gale gripped Bucky’s arm, pulling him to his chest and wrapping his arms around him, but Bucky still tried to resist. He still smelled of alcohol, and he would die before he caused Gale any more suffering. 

“It’s ok and I mean it,” Gale murmured into Bucky’s neck. “I know you’d never hurt me. It’s not you I’m afraid of, ok? You’re the one who makes me feel safe.”

Pain shot through Bucky at the confirmation that Gale was afraid of something, someone, and he could only nod, not trusting his voice. Gale pressed a kiss to his shoulder and Bucky gave in, melting into the touch and wrapping his arms tight around Gale. He didn’t deserve that trust, but by god he’d try to live up to it.

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Accidentally in Love

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Y/N

Words: 3k

Warnings: none

Based on: Accidentally in Love – Counting Crows

So she said what’s the problem, baby?

What’s the problem?

I don’t know

Well, maybe I’m in love

Think about it every time I think about it

Can’t stop thinking ‘bout it

You and Charles had been best friends before either of you even knew how to walk. He had been the one to push over boys on the playground who had pulled your pigtails while you were the one who held his hand in the nurse’s office when he had fallen over and scraped his knees while playing football. The two of you were inseparable, and despite the constant changes in both of your lives that had been one of the few constants. When Charles had entered the world of Formula 3, you had followed him to every race that you could until your mother told you it wouldn’t kill you to miss a race and go to school for once. When you went off to university having freshly turned 18, Charles was the one to help you move into your dorm room and wipe away your tears when you were saying goodbye.

The close bond you’d developed over all those years was how you could tell something was wrong when you looked at his face, eyebrows knitted together and lips downturned. You’d finished university now, having graduated top of your class, and Charles had invited you to travel round with him for a few months before you started applying for jobs. You were currently sat in his drivers room, you’d been talking about the upcoming race when his phone had pinged and he’d gotten distracted. Usually you wouldn’t mind, you knew the people who contacted him were more often than not quite important but the look on his face was causing concern.

“What’s the problem?” Your leg stretched out from your chair to tap your foot against where his rested at the bottom of the couch. His head snapped up to yours, his phone quickly being shoved back into his pocket before you could even get a glimpse of what he had been sent.

“Nothing, why?” Charles knew you didn’t believe him, he’d never been able to lie to you in any capacity. Whether it was when he ate the last cookie that you had been thinking about all day or the fact he’d planned a massive surprise party for your birthday, he’d never been able to hide anything from you. You looked at him with a deadpan expression on your face, “what’s going on?”

“It was just Arthur asking if I could go home for a surprise party for Maman in a few weeks but I don’t think I’ll be able to make it.” Why did he say that? It was only to be expected that when you became so close with Charles you’d become just as close with the rest of his family. He’d have to remember to text Arthur later and tell him he had a surprise party to plan.

“Oh that’s a shame,” your lips pouted slightly at the thought of how sad Pascale would be at the fact she wouldn’t have all three of her boys at her birthday, she’d become a second mother to you very quickly over the years. “Is there no way you can move your plans around?”

“Yeah, I’ll ask and see if I can rearrange.” He was impressed that he’d managed to keep his cool but he knew his mother was your weak spot, you spoke to her even more than he did. He looked at his watch before ushering you out of the room and down to your spot at the back of the garage, leaving you with a soft peck on the forehead before he got into the car for free practice.

The real reason he’d been so perturbed was a text from the Frenchman only a few garages down. Pierre had messaged him and asked Charles for your number. He usually would be more than willing to give Pierre his friends’ numbers, but this time was different because it was you. It was sort of an open secret that Charles was absolutely head over heels for you, and everyone seemed to be aware of it. Except you, the one person Charles actually wanted to notice.

The truth was Pierre knew exactly how Charles felt about you, he had only asked for your number because he was starting to feel about sorry for his friend and the pining look he was always sending your way. In a last ditch attempt he had sent that text with the hope that Charles would see other people were bound to be interested in you sooner or later and he would have missed his opportunity.

What Charles didn’t know is that you’d felt the exact same way for as long as you could possibly remember. It had started when your mothers joked about how you would eventually get married given the pair of you spent so much time together. As you’d gotten older your friendship grew stronger, as did your feelings. When Charles had come over one day and told you all about his first kiss it had taken everything in you not to burst into tears right in front of him.

Over time you’d learned to control your emotions around him much better, but every now and again you would catch yourself staring and feel your heart beating faster, or you wouldn’t be able to stop the blush that crept up your neck and onto your cheeks when he sent a wink your way. A lot of boys had propositioned you over the years, sure you’d had one night stands over the years and gone on dates but nothing had really ever stuck. You knew deep down it was because you were comparing all of them to your best friend and none of them could even hold a candle to him in any regard, so you settled for being happily single until you got over him.

Except you never seemed to. The lingering touches and longing gazes exchanged across crowded rooms kept that little flicker of hope awake in your heart and it meant you could never moved on. Moving on would have required cutting Charles out of your life in one way or another and that just wasn’t something you were prepared to do.

How ironic that the two of you were so head over heels for each other. You’d spent years rebuking claims that you were secretly dating, admittedly with red cheeks and stuttering tongues, but none the less you had denied it. Neither of you had meant to fall in love but neither of you were willing to move on either, so you remained in an unrequited limbo for as long as it was going to take for one of you to make the first move.

Come on, come on

Turn a little faster

Come on, come on

The world will follow after

Come on, come on

Because everybody’s after love

It turns out you didn’t have to wait very long. The same weekend Pierre had sent his forsaken text, Charles had won the race and claimed a decent lead in the championship, which was only ever going to lead to one thing. Drinking.

In celebration of your best friends win, you were decked out in a stunning Ferrari red, the bold dress matching the colour of your lips. When Charles had come to pick you up from your room, he would be lying if he said his mouth hadn’t gotten a little drier and his pants a little tighter. If it was up to him he would’ve carried you back into your hotel room and that would’ve been his celebration. Instead he just told you that you looked beautiful and planted a soft kiss on your cheek before offering an arm out to you. He knew how badly your heels hurt your feet so any time he saw you wearing them he would offer you his arm to keep you steady.

You had met some of the other drivers at the club and the drinks had been flowing from the moment you’d crossed the threshold. Pierre had shoved shots of tequila into your hands and it had only gotten messier from there. You couldn’t even remember how many drinks you had when you’d dragged Charles by his hand onto the dancefloor, the other drivers watching with sly smiles in the hopes that the Monegasque would finally make his move.

The dancing remained fairly PG as it always was between you, both trying to make the other laugh with ridiculous moves. Your hands were interlocked when Charles released one of them and raised the other above your head, silently telling you to start spinning. His hand led your moments as he yelled “faster, faster!”, your hair flying around you and your laughs being able to be heard even over the thumping music. It didn’t take long for you to trip over your own feet and go stumbling forward.

Given his lightning reactions, it was no surprise that Charles caught you and balanced you upright. You were surprised when you lifted your head and you were virtually nose to nose with him, the faint smell of tequila lingering on his breath as it washed over your face and intoxicated you even more than you already had been. Your eyes naturally flicked down towards his slightly parted lips and that was the only signal Charles had needed. He thanked the alcohol for his increased confidence because he didn’t think he’d ever been so happy as when his lips felt yours mould themselves to fit his.

After a few seconds you both pulled away breathlessly. He’d thought about this moment thousands of times but nothing could’ve prepared him for the real thing. Your heaving chest, eyes staring up into his with a small smile playing on your lips. Before he could even say anything your lips were back on his, arms settled on his shoulders.

Well I didn’t mean to do it

But there’s no escaping your love

Neither of you had expected anything to stem from that night, both of you thought it was just a drunken incidence that would quickly be forgotten as you got back into your usual routine.

That was until you went out drinking again the week after and ended up in a dark corner of the club with your lips pressed together.

You thought it would’ve been awkward kissing your best friend without being in a relationship but it felt so natural that it didn’t change your friendship in the slightest. You still saw each other as much as you could, you still cuddled up on Charles’ couch whenever you were watching films, you still facetimed every day when he was away for races.

In fact, it had even brought you closer. While you still acted normally around each other there was a certain tension in the air whenever the two of you were alone.

Come on, come on

Move a little closer

Come on, come on

I wanna hear you whisper

Come on, come on

Settle down inside my love

After that night it hadn’t taken long for Charles to officially ask you to be his, and you jumped at the chance to say yes, it was something you’d spent days dreaming about. Your days together were spent in quiet bliss, a private bubble where you got to be deeply, head over heels in love.

Neither of you felt comfortable revealing your relationship to anyone right away, it was already strange enough to be navigating the path of friends to lovers without everyone else getting involved. It hadn't felt strange just kissing when their were no strings attached, but falling in love was a completely different ball park. This was understandably a bit difficult for you both, trying to control lingering gazes and wandering hands as best you could when others were around.

So far, no one had cottoned on to the fact that the two of you were spending so much time together. You were virtually glued at the hip before you got together so why would anyone suspect anything now?

The big issue came when the two of you were invited to Pierre’s house for a big summer break party. You knew that you weren’t the best at self-control when you had a bit of alcohol in your system, and Charles was going to know virtually everyone there.

You were just swiping your lipstick over your pouted lips when Charles came into the bathroom and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, chin settled delicately on your shoulder as he smiled softly at you in the mirror.

“Why do you look so worried?”

“I’m not,” you lied, “I just don’t want to be late.”

He spun you around so your lower back was pressed against the counter before tilting your chin up with his fingers in order to make your eyes meet his. Looking into his glassy orbs made you sigh, “I don’t know if I’m going to be able to control myself around you when I’m drunk, what if people notice?”

Charles couldn’t help but laugh at how sweet you were. “Mon amour, if they notice then they notice, but I promise it’ll be easier than you think.” He left a soft peck on the tip of your nose before taking your hand and leading you to the front door.

Pierre’s apartment wasn’t very far from Charles’, in reality nothing in Monaco was, so the pair of you decided to walk. As people stopped your boyfriend on the street and asked for photographs you hung back in the shadows. You knew it didn’t take much to spark a rumour online, and if the two of you were seen together as dressed up as you were people would’ve assumed it was a date.

The walk didn’t take long and before you knew it you were surrounded by far too many people and far too many drinks. No one had bat an eye when you had walked in together, knowing that Charles would’ve been gentlemanly enough to pick you up even when you were still best friends.

The alcohol flowed freely and quickly, and it didn’t take long for you to start feeling the buzz as you caught up with some of the drivers you hadn’t seen in a while. You couldn’t help how your eyes kept flitting over to Charles, often meeting his gaze as he searched for you across the room.

When your eyes turned back to the conversation you were met with Daniel’s knowing gaze, a wide, smug smirk sat across his tanned face. He leaned directly into you, “You know, I think he’d be inclined to say yes if you asked him out on a date.”

It took all of your willpower to not laugh in his face and instead to look embarrassed, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Of course not, love. Now go over and talk to him, he looks like a lost puppy without you next to him.” With a quick shove he had sent you stumbling into the middle of the room where you regained your footing and threw him the middle finger. But that didn’t stop you from making your way over to Charles.

He was catching up with Alex when you reached his side, greeting Alex like an old friend and asking how Lily was. You’d become quite close with his girlfriend after you decided to introduce yourself at one of the many races you’d both attended. It turns out you’d had a lot in common and had stayed good friends since that day.

While animatedly chatting to Alex, you could feel Charles’ hand twitch against your own, his pinky finger looping around yours with the lightest touch, almost like a breath. If you hadn’t been hyperaware of all of his movements you may have missed it, but you didn’t, so you gently squeezed your hand to show him how much you appreciated the gesture.

It wasn’t long before Alex was swept aware by other attendees which left you and Charles to yourselves. As soon as he was sure no one was paying the two of you any attention, Charles grabbed your hand and led you to the balcony.

When the door settled behind you with a click, his lips were on yours, hands pulled your hips as close as humanly possible to his own. He pulled away while taking a deep breath, resting his forehead on yours as he closed his eyes, “I hate not being able to touch you when I want.”

You couldn’t help but laugh and raise an eyebrow, “I thought you said this was going to be easy?”

“EASIER I said, not easy…and I was wrong anyway, this is fucking hard.” He whined. He felt like stomping his foot like a toddler but knew you’d never let him live it down if he did.

“We can go home in a couple of hours and you can touch me which ever way you’d like,” you whispered into his ear, heart skipping a beat at the way his hands tensed on the curve of your waist.

“Is that a promise?”

“It’s a promise.”

With a chaste kiss on the lips and a cheeky squeeze of your bum, the two of you returned to the party, thankful that no one had noticed your absence.

Pierre immediately found the two of you and wrapped his arms around you both, horrendously intoxicated despite it still being relatively early in the evening. He swayed silently between you before he took a look at Charles’ face.

He stopped moving entirely and grabbed the Monegasques face between his thumb and fingers, squishing his cheeks together. You couldn’t help but laugh as Charles’ face turned to one of horror, “What the hell are you doing, mate?”

Pierre squinted his eyes even more than they already were, “Are you wearing Y/N’s lipstick?”

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King of my Heart | N. Hischier

word count: 1.5k

pairing: Nico Hischier x gn!reader (I think pls correct me if I’m wrong)

summary: at a team dinner it finally hits you, Nico is all you want.

warnings: none?

requested: no

not my gif!

you met Nico when he joined the devils, you just being hired, him just joining the team. You two became best friends fast.

He was always there for you, if you were sad, if anything happened, if you did something and you were proud, he was right there supporting you. Everyone always assumed there was something more, you two were so close, always. Out for dinner or watching a show on the couch, you two were almost always touching.

“You two are such a cute couple, what can I get for you?” That was a commonly heard sentence that it came to the point you both stopped correcting people.

I mean being assumed to be dating your best friend of 6 years, daily, was normal, right?

“Nico!” You squealed as he picked you up and spun, he was finally home from a roadie.

“I missed you” he said, placing your feet on the ground and shoving his face in your neck. You giggled, the scruff on his face tickling you slightly.

“I missed you too”

“There’s a team dinner tonight, your coming.”

“I don’t even have a choice anymore?” You asked, a clear joking tone. You were going either away, if he had asked you or told you.

“Come on Y/n/n, you knew you were coming either way.”

You laughed and pulled him down onto the couch, him falling on top of you. This was a normal place for you two, cuddling was basically a daily activity.

“Okay come on, we should get going.”

“Nooo, I just got home I don’t want go out again.” Nico mumbled into you. He would never admit it but all he ever wanted was to be yours, to cuddle you and kiss you everyday, but he couldn’t risk the friendship so he’d take what he could get for now.

“Up, up, Neeks. We’re going to dinner.”

It took a bit of bribery, more cuddles as soon as you guys get home, but finally you were both out the door and headed to dinner.

“Ah they’ve arrived!” Jack was quick to greet you both, and immediately start telling you how insufferable Nico was because he wouldn’t stop talking about you.

A blush covered your face, you loved Nico, everyone knew that but you loved Nico in a more then a friendship way. But you wouldn’t even admit that to yourself, so you played the blush off as you get flustered when anyone talks about you.

Dinner was fun, obviously on a high from all the wins, team dinner was held at a random bar. There was drinks and dancing all the night. You and Jack had talked for a bit before he left to find someone to dance with, Nico had been quick to disappear to the dance floor after a few drinks, hence leaving you with Dawson to talk.

“You know, Nico really loves you. You’re really lucky.”

“I know, I love him too”

“No not like that, Y/n. He loves you, more then you think.”

Before you could even comprehend what he said Nico was pushing his way back to you. His hair was sweaty and in his face. He looked glorious. The lights were shining on him just right and the way his hair fell was perfect.

Holy shit. You were in love with Nico. All at once, it all came crashing down on you.

“Come dance with me” Nico yelled over the music. You were still frozen, staring at him with awe. Dawson swiped his hand in front of your face, snapping you out of your gaze.

“Shit, sorry Neek, what’d you say?”

“Come dance”

He waited no time for a reply he took your hand and pulled you onto the dance floor. It was crowed, you were pushed against Nico. This was not helping you figure anything out, you had just realized your in love with your best friend, was a lot.

“What’s wrong?”

Fuck he noticed.

“Nothing Neeks, I’m fine.” You lied but he was a bit tipsy so he couldn’t notice it. Soon he was back to jumping around and dancing, forcing you to join him. It was so fun. You two would occasionally stop for drinks but go right back after, you both were out there til final call.

You and Nico had walked to the bar, only living 10 minutes away, so you started your trek back. You were a bit tipsy now and Nico was completely drunk at this point. And now Nico was extra needy.

“Baby, I just wanna hold youuu” he whined the entire walk back, all he wanted was to lay with you and hold you, he made that very clear.

“Come on Nico, you need to go to bed.” You finally had gotten home and Nico inside but now he wouldn’t even go in his own room.

“But Baby, I wanna cuddle.” He words were slightly mumbled together but he was getting his point across.

You gave up. He clearly wasn’t going go bed so you’d comprise.

“Nico, we can cuddle as soon as you change, okay?”

He didn’t even answer he just stumbled over to his room before coming out not even a minute later in sweats and a tee-shirt.

You fell done onto your bed, while he was getting changed you had ran in to your room to change, he found you quickly, and opened your arms. He fell into them in an instant.

“Come on, let me get comfy. Then you can sleep in here tonight, okay Ni?”

“Mhm” Was all he mumbled before slightly lifting himself so you could move, as soon as he deemed you looked comfy, he threw himself back on you.

“Umph” was all you could use to describe the sound you made as he landed on you, quickly he cuddled into you.

“Okay Neeks, let’s sleep now.”

“Okay” was all he said, right before he passed out. You ran your hand threw his hair. It was so soft.

“What am I going to do?” You whispered, looking down at Nico.

You had managed to fall asleep pretty quickly after that though, Nico’s body heat lulling you into sleep. You woke up in the morning, no Nico.

“Nico?” You call through the house. No answer. Odd.

You got up slowly, your head had a slight pounding but you chose to ignore it. You walked into the kitchen, Nico still wasn’t there but there was a fresh pot of coffee. You quickly poured yourself a cup before taking it with you to find Nico. You walked into the living room, still not there. The bathroom? Nope. The pantry? Still no. Finally it came down to his room or the laundry room. You chose his room.

“Nico?” You asked through the door, yet still no answer. Gently you pushed the door open, you found Nico pacing the room, his phone to his ear, speaking rushed and panicked in German.

it took less then a minute for Nico to notice you, he stopped pacing to look at you, then end his call.

“Good morning” was all he said.

“Nico what is going on?”

“Nothing”

You shook your head, you knew he was going to tell you now, why keep pushing. You walked over and feel on his bed, having left your coffee in the bathroom on accident. He follow in suite, laying beside you.

“Nico?”

“Yes?”

you took a deep breath, this might ruin everything, hopefully Dawson was right.

“I love you.”

“I love you too”

Fuck. This is harder then you thought.

“No Nico, I am in love with you.”

When he didn’t say anything you looked over at him. He was just starting at you.

“Nico?”

He pushed his lips against your fast. You barely had time to react before he pulled away.

“Shit, I’m so sorry I should’ve asked-“

You cut him off with another kiss. He was quick to reciprocate, his arm shaking around your waist, his other holding your jaw. You hands tangled in his hair.

When you finally pulled away, you were both out of breath.

“I am in love with you too.” Was the only thing said, by Nico, before kissing you again.

“I’ll never get tired of that” he mumbled against your lips, your lips curving into a smile at his words.

“Your all I want Nico.”

“I’m all yours baby”

bonus part

“Hey Ni?”

“Hmm?”

“Who were you on the phone with? You sounded panicked.”

“My mom. When I woke up this morning I couldn’t take it anymore, I called her to confess I loved you and I was scared you wouldn’t feel the same.” He explained. He was going to tell you he loved you today, you just beat him to it.

You laughed lightly as he shyly smiled.

“Don’t laugh” He said with a smile, hiding himself in your neck. He began to place kisses on your neck.

“Ni” you warned.

“what’s wrong, Baby?”

His look was playful, matching the energy of a golden retriever.

“Be careful where you plan on taking this, Hischier.”

he laughed in response and let his head fall to your chest.

#nico hischier #nico hischier imagine #nico hischier x reader #nj devils #nhl blurb #nhl imagine #mads writings!

[juicesgf]

Your Mine - Juice Ortiz

warnings- Smut (i’ve never wrote smut before so this is me practicing) perv!happy (sorry) Crappy writing

“Out.” Y/n snapped walking inside Juices dorm seeing a random crow-eater under him.

Juice smirked before leaning back “You heard the lady out.”

The girl scoffed grabbing her clothes and quickly leaving.

Y/n walked over to Juice’s bed stripping herself of her clothes before straddling him.

His hands instantly found their place on her hips the smirk never leaving his face.

“You’re mine.” Y/n whispered leaning down placing soft kisses along his jaw grinding her hips down on his already hard member.

He groaned bucking his hips up earning him a light slap “No moving Juicy.”

“Y/n..” He blurted

“Say your mine.”

“Fuck- I’m yours, baby all yours”

Y/n smirked down at him before she lifted her hips up taking off his boxers and quickly sinking down on his length “Mh fuck!” she moaned out

“That’s it baby fuck, you feel so good around me” Juice moaned bucking his hips up slowly getting faster 

Happy didn’t mean to walk in on them but he did. He was going to walk away until he realized who Juice was fucking. Y/n.

He couldn’t help himself one minute he was just watching the next he was unzipping his jeans pulling out his hardening cock. He started moving his fist up and down his member faster as he watched Y/n’s pace get faster and her moans get louder. He accidentally let out a groan but when neither of them looked up he thought he was in the clear.

His movements got faster as his eyes closed and the only thing he could see is her. Him picturing he was the one under her. When he opened his eyes he saw her looking right at him with a smirk on her face. Her eyes falling down to his hand wrapped around his dick his movements never stopping. Her sounds got louder and movements quicker as she watched Hap in the door way. Before Happy knew it he came all over his hand letting out a small whimper before quickly pulling his pants back up and quietly leaving.

“Mm Fuck, Juice just like that” Y/n groaned as she felt him let go inside her. Her high following shortly after

“Your mine.” She spoke once more placing a kiss on his lips.

Okay so that was my first time writing smut..I don’t know how to feel but uh hope you guys liked it <3

- hails🧸

#sons of anarchy #juice ortiz #theo rossi #juice ortiz smut #juice ortiz x reader #sons of anarchy smut #happy lowman #david labrava #happy lowman x reader

[wolfmoonmusic]

Calloused Hearts - 4

Summary: Trouble stirs, but maybe it was for the better. Or for the worse.

Pairing: Kaz Brekker x Tidemaker!reader

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Kaz’s touch aversion

w/c: 1.5k+

A/N: I'M BACK! And in view of sab ss2 I thought "what better way to start of than by continuing this beautiful fic?" so here I am.

I'm a tad bit rusty, so please sympathize. But here y'all go.

&lt;<prev chapter

Chapter 4:

A week.

You’d spent a week getting better, gambling, teasing Jesper and hanging out with the crows.

But most of all, you’d spent a week avoiding Kaz.

Although at this point you couldn’t tell if you were avoiding him or if he was avoiding you. But, it seemed like a mix of the two. 

You watched as he made his way down the stairs, your eyes temporarily diverting from the drink in front of you. Jesper cleared his throat next to you, earning a jab in his side from Wylan. “What?! It’s like a full blown romance novel!” Your head spun around, wide eyes landing on your friend. “Cut that out will you? He could hear you!” you whispered. “Well he already knows. ‘Till the tide goes sti-” you clapped your hand over his mouth, sending him a warning look.

Yes.

You’d told him. He’d found it rather amusing. However he didn't seem to understand the fact that it had to remain a secret. You pulled away, still watching him carefully as he held up his hands. “Sorry,” he muttered.

You turned back around to face Kaz, the familiar hollow feeling settling in your chest. He was talking to Inej now, the girl’s body language, a hand on her knives, worrying you. 

“Something’s wrong,” you say, watching Kaz’s expression harden even from this distance.

And then his eyes are on yours.

Piercing. Hard. And yet again, unreadable.

His head tilted to the left slightly, the age old gesture causing you to spring to your feet. You pull at Jesper’s hand dragging him along, ignoring his protests about a drink going to waste.

It was weird. No matter how long you’d spent apart, the signal never changed. Your understanding of each other was still rather perfect. You followed Kaz and Inej up the stairs, the other crows following behind. 

You couldn’t imagine what it was. What made Kaz call you up here along with the others? If he had to contact you all, why tell you directly? Why hadn’t he told anyone else?

Maybe. Just maybe…you were regaining his trust.

You all piled into his office, Inej sending a worried look your way.

Maybe not.

“Inej picked up on intel. Pekka Rollins is working with the stadwatch and Grisha now.” Kaz said, placing his hands on his desk and leaning over it.

“Why would he do that?” Jesper asked from next to you. 

“Because then he hits two birds with one stone.” 

What did he mean?

“I don’t get it,” Wylan responded, “ am I the only one that doesn’t get it?”

“No. I’m confused as well,” Nina added.

“He’s heard we’re harboring a Grisha that’s supposed to reward him with nearly 3 million kruge. And with the stadwatch’s help. He’ll take us down too.”

“3 million?” Jesper gawked.

Kaz wasn’t only keeping you away from Pekka. He was protecting you from the Grisha as well.

But he chose to not hand you over? Even if that meant losing 3 million kruge? And Pekka coming after him again?

“I’m sorry, Let me get this straight,” Inej started, “ You’re protecting her,” she said pointing to you, “even with a bounty of 3 million kruge over her head?”

You cowered away. 3 million could help them. Set them straight. Kaz didn’t even know the full story of what had happened to you. According to what he knew, you lived a luxurious life at the Little Palace. So why not get rid of you?

But what Kaz did next sent shivers down your spine.

“And what if I am Inej?” he asked, his tone menacing low.

The 7 of you stood there awkwardly, as you tried to stop your mind from racing.

What was Kaz thinking?

You felt an arm around your shoulders, and you did your best to stay still and not flinch at the sudden contact. 

“Even if you’d decided to trade her off. I wouldn’t let you,” Jesper remarked, squeezing your shoulder lightly. He shrugged, “She’s the only fun one around here.”

You smiled at Jesper, catching the others nod from the corner of your eye.

“I don’t mean that you’re not fun to be around,” Inej smiled slightly. She turned to Kaz, “I just don’t understand him sometimes.”

Kaz’s eyes were on yours. His face was blank. His eyes, however, were swarming with all sorts of emotion. He seemed angry, confused, a little relieved and …jealous?

“If you understood him there’d be no point in his existence,” Nina chimed in. 

His eyes landed on Nina, sending a glare her way, “I wanted to tell you all to be alert. Nina, see what you can find out from the stadwatch, and Inej, stick to the shadows.”

Both girls gave him quick nods, before leaving. “The rest of you, do your best to act normal,” he said, sorting through stuff on his desk. 

“That’s our cue,” Jesper said, using his arm around you to guide you out, your head swarming with the information that had been laid out.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

That night as you made your way to Kaz’s room, you had to remind yourself that there was no other logical explanation.

It had to be done.

Just as you were about to knock on the door, Kaz’s voice sounded from the room, “Come in.”

You closed the door behind you, walking in hesitantly, unsure of how you were going to tell him, and how he would take it.

But you didn’t have to.

“I won’t let you do it,” he said. 

He was sitting on a chair, only one lantern illuminating the room, as shadows danced around. 

You thought it depicted your heart quite well.

The light was in front of you. Disheveled hair, tired features, and an outstretched leg. 

And the shadows were everything that had ever gone wrong in your life.

How much longer ‘till the light decided he was done glowing for you?

“Let me do what?” you asked, voice trembling slightly. You knew what he meant. But you couldn’t believe that he said it.

“I won’t let you turn yourself in.”

There it was.

“It’s 3 million kruge Kaz. That could get you all settled for life.”

“So what?” he asked, leaning forward. He was scarily calm, his face illuminated ever so slightly.

“So what?! So I’m saying that I should go. That I need to go. That it would keep Pekka off of you for a little while longer. Tha-”

“They’re all happy with you here.”

“Kaz-”

“They’ve warmed up to you quite fast. I’m not going to take that away from them.” 

You shook your head. “3 million kruge is a lot. Imagine the wonders it would do for all of you.” 

“And what about the wonders you do by being here?”

You froze. 

“Nina finally has someone that gets her humor. Wylan sees you as an older sister. Jesper thinks of you as a platonic soulmate. You’re the only one Matthias doesn’t want to be all over and can tolerate. And Inej-”

“Doesn’t like me” you cut him off.

He tilted his head to the side. “You’re wrong. Yet again. She admires you.”

You shook your head. “She doesn’t trust me. She admires the fact that you haven’t kicked me out yet, there’s a difference.”

Kaz just watched you, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Which I’m curious to know as well. 3 million kruge. PR, the stadwatch and grisha off of your back. What am I still doing here?” you ask, the words finally falling out of your mouth.

Kaz stilled. He looked away from you for a moment, before standing up and walking over to you.

You weren’t short, but Kaz had quite a few inches on you, and as he stood in front of you, eyes boring into yours, you felt your stomach do multiple flips.

“I don’t want you to leave,” he whispered.

Your heart raced. “Why?” you asked, your eyes searching his.

He closed his eyes, and you felt his gloved hand over yours. Not holding your hand, not moving, just there. Your breath hitched, as his eyes opened again.

“Because, you said,” he paused, swallowing thickly as he visibly struggled to keep his eyes on yours, “you said - ‘till the tide goes still,” he looked away, unable to maintain eye contact any longer. Your eyes widened in shock. You didn’t think he’d remember.

“Yes. I did. Why are you bringing that up now?” you whispered. 

He looked at you again, his eyes fierce. “You didn’t hear me say it back that night.”

You couldn’t think. It seemed as though, just for a moment, the light in the room was a little brighter. Just for a moment. Because, he couldn’t have meant in the way you had. Could he?

But before you could ask, the door swung open. You spun around as Kaz stepped away from you, both in shock.

A confused, and worried looking Jesper stood in the doorway.

“I’m sorry for ruining,” he waved his arms around, “whatever this was. But, I can’t find Wylan.”

next chapter>>

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#kaz brekker x reader #six of crows x reader #kaz brekker #shadow and bone x reader #shadow and bone #kaz #x reader #x you fluff #x you #reader insert #freddy carter #six of crows #inej ghafa #tidemaker #angst #kaz brekker angst #freddy carter x reader #the crows #grishaverse #shadow and bone netflix #grisha #jesper fahey #jesper x wylan #wylan van eck #kaz x reader #fluff #sab season 2

[upsidedownwithsteve]

Hi hi, first of all LOVED SDMC you truly are a fic genius (also the way you continuously churn out quality content with blurbs and stuff on top of big fics like that is so impressive you’re amazing but also pls remember to take care of yourself). That all being said, I know you mentioned what blurbs we’d wanna see from SDMC so I was wondering if you’d be interested in writing out the billy/Steve argument that ended in the fight?? I’m just curious about how how you would’ve written it because the way you wrote their dynamic overall was really interesting to me! Anyway hope you’re doing well sending you love!!

Hi! Thank you so much my lovely, I'm so happy you liked it! You're far, far too sweet! I hope this fills in that little missing scene! 🧡

Steve was already in a strange mood. 

He’d left your cabin that morning with a small smile and no words, slipping into the forest whilst the sky was still a pale purple, the camp still asleep. 

He’d ached in such a good way, the feeling that came from having someone climb all over him the night before, the push and pull of bodies against walls and beds and desks. His lips still felt swollen from your kisses and his skin and hair smelled like you, his clothes creased from where they spent the night on the floor. 

Eddie had grinned when he’d snuck back in, a sleepy, slow beam that stretched from cheek to cheek, but he didn’t say anything about it until the next day, when they were both unfortunately within earshot of Billy. 

For his part, Eddie looked immediately sorry, not knowing the blonde boy was lingering behind them on the trail, too close and able to hear how Eddie had said your name, a whisper about “what happened, what time did you even come home?”

Billy had laughed, stopping them both, Steve turning to find the other boy grinning, teeth sharper and eyes wicked. He huffed out a chuckle at the sight of Steve’s neck, all pretty little bruises in the shape of your lips. 

Billy whistled, long and low and Eddie was already gripping the back of Steve’s shirt, a silent warning. 

“Well, goddamn, would you look at that?” Billy crowed. “Did she finally let you get your dick wet, Harrington?”

Eddie could feel the way Steve tensed underneath his hand and the silence that fizzed through the trees was palpable. Steve didn’t say a word and it only made Billy grin wider, like he’d found something new to poke with a stick. 

It all came to a head a few days later, after hardly being able to talk to you, only stealing glances across the mess hall, across the camp and over the heads of the kids. 

It was making Steve’s chest hurt, his stomach tumble in a way he wasn’t used to, ‘cause Christ almighty, he couldn’t stop thinking about you and that night. 

And then Billy was walking towards him on the dock, red lifeguard shorts matching Steve’s, whistle around his neck, sunglasses over his eyes and another on obnoxious smile pulling at his lips. 

He waited until he was standing shoulder to shoulder with Steve, both of them staring out into the lake, kids swimming in the section cordoned off by bouys and red rope. 

Steve could hear the smack of Billy’s gum, the crack of his knuckles as he flexed his hands and stared at him from behind the dark glasses. Steve knew what was coming, he felt it, his hands were already balled into fists at the thought. 

“So, was she good?”

“Get fucked, Hargrove.”

Billy laughed, all deep and sarcastic, turning to face Steve fully. 

“What?” He pouted, all fake and insincere. “Can’t we have some guy time, Stevie? Little locker room chit chat?”

Steve scoffed, “I’ve never had much to say to you, man, I’m not gonna start now.”

It was the most sensible he could be. There weren't any other counsellors around, the kids were too close - oblivious but close - and Steve wasn’t ready to get pulled into Hop’s office for shouting some bad words. 

No. If that was going to happen, he’d make it worth his while. 

“Does she fuck like she argues?” Billy continued, head tilted to the side, pulling his glasses off so he could look at Steve with those discerning baby blues. “Did you give it to her rough?”

Steve took a deep breath, held it in his chest until it burned before blowing it back out with a dark chuckle. His nails were biting into his palms and he wondered where you were, what you were doing, if you would’ve smacked Billy across the jaw already if you had been here. 

“My shift’s over,” Steve grunted, shouldering the other boy out of the way so he could walk back up the dock, away from Billy on dry land. 

Billy’s smile became a thin line, tight lipped and annoyed that he wasn’t getting the response he wanted so he pulled at the whistle around his neck, spun it around his index finger instead and called out cheerily:

“You should’ve asked Byers for a loan of that fancy ass camcorder,” Billy’s smile was devilish. “I would’ve loved to have seen if Hawkins was as tight as she see-“

Honestly, Steve was impressed that he managed to hold off that long. The sickening crack of bone against bone was satisfying - and a long time coming. His fist connected with Billy’s jaw, the pain searing up across the blonde boy’s cheekbone and Steve wanted to grin at the look of complete shock he managed to pull from him. 

But then Billy was on him, hands grabbing at the front of Steve’s shirt as he wrestled him forward, pulling him into him before he swung his own fist back and caught him on the chin. Another punch, landing by his temple, making his eyes sparkle and the lake turn a little blurry. 

Steve could taste blood, could hear kids yelling, the sound of a shrill whistle in the distance and he managed to throw two more punches at the blonde, snarling “fuck you,” as Eddie grabbed around his waist and hauled him off of the blonde. 

Murray was there first, Hopper behind, steaming coming out of his ears but Steve didn’t care. He didn’t care about the pain pulsing through his face either, that sharp sting of his skin being split. 

Billy looked worse. 

And Steve was pretty fucking sure he wasn’t going to talk about you again. Not in front of him, at least. 

#steve harrington #camp blurb #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington oneshot #stranger things #stranger things fic #ask

[thedemonknownasbilly]

Nephilim - Chapter One

Master List

Ineffable Dads AU || Crowley and Aziraphale are already married

Warnings: child abandonment

Word Count: 1k

Disclaimers: Nephilims are typically human/angel descent, but this will be my own take. Arden is AFAB non-binary, the picture I’ve used to depict them is exactly what Crowley found them in, hence his original assumption.

“Okay, okay, Angel just wait for me to get there, I can tell you’re excited about this, which usually means talking until one of our phones dies, so just give me fifteen and I’ll be there.” Crowley spoke into his phone, grabbing his jacket and shrugging it on as he went out to Bentley.

“Okay, okay, if I haven’t popped by then.” Aziraphale chuckled on the other end of the line.

“I’m sure you’ll be fine.” Crowley shook his head and hung up, a fond smile playing at his lips as he started up his beloved car, pulling out of the drive of his flat.

“The hell?” He murmured minutes later, passing by the park as he always did, but this time he noticed a child sitting right by the fence, seemingly just watching cars, but their mismatched eyes landed on the Bentley and it seemed to throw them into a fit of giggles. “Looks like you have an admirer.” Crowley said to his car, pulling to the side and quickly getting out and across the road.

“Hey, kid; where’s mum and dad?” He asked, hoping they were old enough to understand him and talk, he never could tell with humans. But the kid, a girl he figured out from her long hair and pink dress, simply raised her arms up to him. “Oh, dear.” He said, an eyebrow cocked as he picked her up. “What’s your name?”

“Arden!” She laughed, her small hand lightly patting his tattoo, and he couldn’t help to smile as he settled her onto his hip and began to walk around, looking for anyone missing a child. But as the sun set, and people began to leave, nobody came up to claim Arden.

“Okay, well, d’you like books?” He was answered by aggressively fast nodding. “Message received.” He chuckled, keeping her from falling out of his arms as he walked back to the Bentley, miracling a car seat into the back of the Bentley and strapping her in. “Whoever invented these ridiculous buttons better be in the farthest corner of Hell.” He grumbled, but smiling when Arden just nodded and affirmed his thought. “Clever thing.” He praised before closing the door and getting into the front seat. Hopefully Aziraphale hadn’t burst in the time Crowley took.

“Crowley! There you are!” Aziraphale called out when he heard the door open.

“Hey, Aziraphale! Sorry, I found this little girl-” Crowley was cut off by two hands grabbing his cheeks, Aziraphale watching curiously.

“No!” Arden said, “notta girl.”

“Boy?” Crowley asked, watching as they shook their head.

“Neither?” That earned him a squeal of delight and another round of aggressive nodding.

“Arden, you’re gonna fall, stop that.” He fussed lightly, fixing his hold on them. “Okay, I found this kid at the park up the road, waited until all the parents left before I did, no one came up to claim them.” He said to Aziraphale who was trying to coax Arden into his arms, his eyes full of love and awe as they settled onto him.

“I’m sure there will be an alert in a few hours, a tired parent probably didn’t notice you had them.” He said, stroking their light brown hair from their eyes. “Oh, Crowley look, such pretty eyes.”

“Almost like ours.”

“Yes, almost. Are you hungry, sweet thing, er, what was your name.”

“Arden!” They giggled, wiggling to try and get down, done with being held and taking off in a sprint to the small children’s section Aziraphale had.

“No running please!”

“Oh yeah, nearly gave themselves a concussion when I asked if they liked books, you saw how they nod, full body nod, I swear.”

“Indeed, appropriately hyper it seems.” Aziraphale chuckled, “Arden, how old are you sweetie?”

“Five and a half!” They called, arms full of books as they made way to Aziraphale’s desk.

“Oh, look at that, they’re basically you.” Crowley teased, going over to Arden and picking them up to put them into the chair since they weren’t letting go of any books any time soon.

Aziraphale chuckled and went upstairs to see what it was he had that a five year old could eat. “Crowley, I’m not sure I have any food that is best for their age.” He called down.

“What about Nina’s, I’m sure she’s got something.” Crowley called out, sitting next to Arden so he could keep an eye on her, and Aziraphale’s beloved books.

“Perhaps, I will run over and ask!”

“I like him!” Arden exclaimed happily when Aziraphale had left.

“Yeah? Me too,” Crowley felt his heart swelling with love, miracling a hairbrush into his hand. “Is it okay if I brush your hair? It seems the wind messed it up.”

“Mhm!” Arden hummed, “gently please.” Crowley nodded, carefully making sure not to tug their hair as he brushed it, apologizing each time he had to pull a little hard.

“I’m back! Nina had some chicken nuggets and a box of mac and cheese. Does that sound good Arden?”

“Yes sir!” They giggled, looking up to Aziraphale, who smiled as he looked at Crowley and the child, Arden perched in his desk chair, Crowley sitting besides them, slender fingers working a brush into their hair gently as they read over Little Monsters by David Williams.

With a quick ruffle of Arden’s hair, not messing it up terribly, and a kiss to Crowley, Aziraphale went back upstairs to his flat, beginning to cook dinner, sending Crowley a text when it was ready.

“Alright little duck,” Crowley said, standing with a stretch before he picked them up. “Dinner’s ready for you.” He carefully brought them up the stairs and into the quaint dining room. Sitting them down in front of the food and going to stand by Aziraphale’s side.

“No alerts on my phone.”

“None on mine… you don’t think,” Aziraphale left the last part unsaid, not wanting to think it true.

“If they did, I’ll drag them down to Hell myself. They’re too pure, didn’t really acknowledge me when I asked where mum and dad were.”

“Perhaps it’s not mum and dad? Maybe some other relatives?” Aziraphale tried to give the benefit of doubt.

“Still hardly excuses the lack of an alert, it’s been three hours.” Crowley frowned. “Are you okay with them sleeping here or should I bring them to my flat?”

“You both can stay here,” the angel said simply, holding Crowley’s hand, “you know I adore your company, and Arden is perfectly welcome as long as they need to be.”

#good omens #crowley #tdkab #thedemonknownasbilly #aziraphale #anthony j crowley #aziracrow #aziraphale x crowley #azicrow #good ineffable omens #ineffable dumbasses #ineffable dads #ineffable spouses #ineffable husbands #gn oc #gender neutral oc #nonbinary #nonhuman

[goodfish-bowl]

Until Dawn Breaks

Ectoberhaunt 2023 Day 20: Danse Macabre

AO3 Link

Summary: "La danse macabre" by Camille Saint Saens was written in 1874, and depicts a legend where on Halloween at midnight, Death would play the fiddle, summoning the dead from their graves to dance with him until the rooster crows at dawn.

There’s someone playing the violin in the cemetery, and despite the six feet of earth separating Danny from the surface, he can hear them clearly. 

Warnings: angst

Words: 2612

Danny awoke to the sound of the soft cries of a violin. The melody was winding and minor, clamoring up and down the scales, clearly audible despite the six feet of earth that separated his resting place from the surface. He wondered who the hell was playing the violin in a cemetery in the middle of the night. It was a bit of a stupid idea, but… they at least played quite well. You could win consolation prizes for that sort of skill. Danny slipped from his resting place, phasing through the earth and maintaining his invisibility. He didn’t want to scare the player off after all. 

Rising from the surface, the first thing Danny did was note the location and shift of the stars from the last time he had been awake. It was autumn now, and at least 20 years since the last time he had woken up, and the arc of the moon put it just around midnight... That trio of ghost hunters must be adults now.

Danny found the player not too far from his grave, dressed darkly, in fashion that wouldn’t look out of place a century and a half ago if not for the spiders decorating the lace in her dress, and the careful, complex addition of layers. It looked heavy, but not nearly as heavy as clothing from that time period actually was. Despite the darkness of the night, she had a hat on her head, decorated with a matching spider-lace veil and rhinestone that glistened like raindrops caught in a web, carefully tucked away so as to not get in the way of the violin that was tucked gently under her chin. Danny thought she was lovely and matched quite nicely with the scenery she surrounded herself with. 

On a small device Danny couldn’t name, a tinney replication of a piano played under her solo, adding chords and texture to the piece. He would’ve loved to hear it with an actual piano instead of a recording. He sat himself upon his own headstone, resting weightlessly on his knees as he watched her sway to her own song. 

She finished on a chord that didn’t quite leave the piece feeling completed, but was satisfying all the same. Danny clapped without much thought to the action. The player startled nearly immediately, eyes wide as they snapped to him as he flickered into visibility. She took a quick step back, tripping over the hem of her dress. Danny was quick enough to catch both the violin that flew from her hands, and her own hand, stopping her from hitting the ground. 

“Y-you! You’re… you’re-!” She stuttered, frozen in shock as Danny pulled her to her feet. 

“A ghost, yes,” Danny smiled, handing her the instrument back. 

She finally looked sheepish at her actions, glancing between her hand and his own, completely confused and unbearably nervous. “I’m… sorry if I… bothered you.”

Danny let out a light laugh, “Not at all, you play quite nicely.”

Her face flushed at the compliment. 

“If anything, I’m glad I woke up to a violin this time. Last time someone woke me up, it was with the intent of actually bothering a ghost. I definitely prefer the music,” Danny joked. “I’m Danny by the way, but you might also know me as Phantom,” he said, gesturing to his own grave. 

The girl’s eyes widened in recognition. “You’re a local myth, a legend even. I never thought they were real.”

“They’re a lot more merits to legends than you might think. After all, you’re the one playing a violin at midnight so close to Halloween.”

She flushed. “My name’s Sam, by the way. And I’m hardly fit for the role of Death in that legend.”

Danny took her hand and placed a soft kiss upon it through the smile on his lips. “You’re right, Miss Sam, you’re far lovelier.” 

Sam clearly wasn’t used to compliments, the way she sputtered and her face flushed so deeply like she had eaten something spicy. Danny couldn’t help but laugh. 

“What are you laughing at?!” Sam exclaimed, failing to puff up under the tension of her corset. Danny laughed harder. 

Danny laughed long enough that he felt out of breath, despite not needing to breathe and his diaphragm hurt, and Sam had begun to pout. 

“I’m sorry, you’re just tomato-colored. Clashes horribly with the rest of your outfit,” Danny apologized insincerely. Danny glanced around the cemetery, noticing the lack of a trail, animal or otherwise. “I can’t imagine it was easy to get to this overgrown spot in that dress. 

Sam huffed. “I got here just fine,” and hiked up her dress just far enough to show off her combat boots. 

“Hmm, practical,” Danny acknowledged. “Say, would you mind telling me about the current era? I don’t get out much,” Danny asked, sitting down on an old log. 

Sam joined him after testing her weight, crossing her legs under her dress after setting the violin down in its case sitting just under another tree. 

“Not exactly sure what you want to hear about. I’m sure you’ve probably seen more interesting things,” Sam dismissed. 

“I wouldn't say that,” Danny countered. “For example, what’s that device you were using as an accompaniment?”

Sam held up the small, rectangular device. Its screen lit up brightly in the night. “Oh, this is a cell phone. Mostly just used to make and receive calls, but there are a whole bunch of other functions it can do too. Here.” Sam leaned in, and tapped on the small device's glass screen, interacting with it. 

Sam went through the different “apps” on the phone, explaining them to him in general terms, then going on a tangent about something called “video games”, then around to a show she enjoyed, then back to games. Danny paid attention for the most part, listening to her voice even if he wasn’t always hearing the words. He was mostly enjoying the closeness of a living person, the warmth she radiated in the night, despite the layers of clothing. He felt it every time she shifted, throwing her arms about in passion, and in the heat of her breath. While he had been awake 20 years ago, it had been long since someone had allowed him to get this close. It reminded him of something long ago…

In the distance, an old church bell chimed five times, and the dawn tinted the horizon. Sam was startled at the sudden noise, and Danny let out a soft sigh of disappointment. He guessed it was about time. He got up from the log, and Sam followed his actions, stretching out her stiff limbs and brushing the forest litter off her clothes.  

“Oh wow, it’s morning already,” Sam gasped, watching the colors of dawn slowly begin to bleed into the sky. 

“Yeah… it is,” Danny added absently. “Sam, you should come play for me again.”

Sam looked back at him, and Danny glanced at his own translucent hands, knowing he was getting paler by the minute. 

“You’ll still be here?” She asked. 

“Danny laughed, “It’s the living that changes, not the dead. I’ll probably still be here for another century at this point.”

Sam smiled sadly. “Then sure. I’ll come play for you again.”

“Thank you,” Danny said honestly. 

“Anyways, I’ve got to go before someone notices I’ve been gone all night. See you later, ghost boy.” Sam gave a light wave, picked up her case, and pushed her way through the undergrowth. 

He waved back. “Bye, Sam.”

Danny floated back to his grave, and let his boot actually touch the earth. He could feel the cold ground calling to him, and his own sense of self fading as the sun rose higher. He thought about the warmth that Sam had emitted, feeling it through himself as their shoulders had brushed, despite hers passing clearly through his. It had been so nice. 

With the break of dawn, Danny felt himself fade, and be pulled back into a deep slumber in his grave. Time passed quickly while asleep, and he quickly found himself waking to the sound of a violin once more. This tune was different, softer and kinder than the previous song had been. Lyrical and elegant, beckoning him from his sleep, Danny obliged.

Out of habit, Danny checked the sky to see how long it had been. Only a few days at most, the moon hadn’t even had time to move on from its current phase. Sam had come back much sooner than he would’ve expected. 

Danny didn’t wait invisibly this time and caught Sam’s eyes as he passed through the earth, watching her play. She gave a small curtsey when she finished playing, and he politely clapped. She was dressed much more practically than last time, in black jeans with a collared shirt and a long coat covered in various patches and metal studs.  

“Good evening, Miss Sam, nice of you to come to charm the dead once more,” Danny greeted. 

“Hello again to you too, Mr. Ghost. I brought you something.” Sam reached into a bag she had brought with her this time and pulled out a bouquet of white lilies.

Danny watched in stunned awe as Sam gently placed the flowers on top of his grave. It… had been a long time since anyone had left him flowers and it honestly left him choked up. 

“Thank you,” Danny just barely managed to get out. 

“Of course,” Sam smiled back and then took her place on the log from the time before. 

From her bag, Sam pulled out more new things to show him. Danny relished each one, both because of his curiosity and her passion for each thing. He asked her to explain each of the numerous patches on her jacket, and it ended in long rants about conservation and dietary topics that Danny had to admit he didn’t understand. He had known about space exploration before, but Sam had indulged him by reciprocating his question about his own passions and then using her cell phone to look up all of the new discoveries about space. He was stuck in wonder, and the topic didn’t stray away from the stars for the rest of the night. Sam left at dawn once more with a  promise to come back and play for him again. 

On the third night, Danny awoke to a quick and delightful dance, he couldn’t help but fly from his grave and spin around Sam in a mockery of the dances that nobles of long ago had once relished in. It had only been one night since she had visited him. She finished the song, and he dragged her into the dance with him, humming a complimentary melody of his own. It had been a song someone close to him had once loved, and he was filled with the desire to share it. 

Sam was lost in her laughter, and once they finished with the dance, went through her bag, and showed him new things once more. She told him all about her current education, how irritating the people there were, and about her struggles with her parents, who she felt could never understand her. Danny ended up sharing bits and pieces of his own past and family, none of which he could linger on for long, both due to them being long since buried in the past, and his own memory blurring. 

Sam couldn’t stay until dawn this time, she apparently had a test tomorrow morning and wanted to get a good night’s rest before it. Danny wished her luck, and yet again, she promised to come back. He was looking forward to it once more.  

Since dawn was still a ways off, Danny let his feet leave the ground to go meet the stars. Amity was much larger and brighter than it used to be, nearly double the size of the small town he once knew. He remembered when it barely used to give off any light at all, and the stars once shone a lot brighter than they currently did. 

It all hit Danny with the sudden force of a freight engine, now that he was both alone and awake. He could fall back into a deep sleep any day now, or Sam could simply not return. Time would continue to pass without him and he would be forgotten once more. With the way Amity Park kept expanding, they might as well demolish the park where the cemetery lay, and bury him even deeper beneath the earth than he already was, beneath concrete and buildings. If he was only a legend now, how much longer would it be before he wasn’t even that?

Danny let himself drift back down to the earth, lying on his back on the overgrown surface of his grave, right next to the flowers Sam had gifted him. He let out a humorless laugh and picked up the wilted bouquet and held it over his chest. He wondered how long Sam would remember him. He wondered if she would get tired of him, and forget to come back, and he would fade from her mind like he did from the rest of Amity Park. It filled him with dread. 

It was getting harder to wake up too, and Danny hadn’t had the time to think about that in a long time either. It was a wonder Sam’s playing had been able to consistently wake him up, intentional or not. It likely had more to do with the timing and season than not. It had taken that trio of ghost hunters 20 minutes of “summonings”, loud rituals, and burning weird things before he groggily managed to climb out of his grave. Halloween was due to pass in a week, and Danny wondered if even Sam’s playing would be able to wake him after that. Her forgetting him was one thing, but Danny didn’t want to be the one to leave her behind. She was lovely, and kind, and told him about all sorts of things, and about her life, and how she wished she could live it. Danny wanted to be there to see it. 

The dawn had begun to creep up on him, and he felt the flowers slowly drift through him from their place on his chest back to the surface of his resting place. It might become a more permanent rest soon, and Danny hated that more than anything. The thought of not waking up scared him more than anything. He could see clearly through his hands, and a panic he hadn’t felt in the time he had come to accept his nocturnal existence set in. 

Danny recklessly dug deep within himself in a fit of passion, trying to find even a hint of that warmth he had come to associate with the living. The warmth he associated with Sam, sitting shoulder to shoulder, and holding her hand while they spun around the abandoned cemetery that lay beneath her skin and in her breath. He yearned desperately to feel it from himself once more. Danny yearned for life in a way he wasn’t sure he ever had. 

Then Danny found it, deeply sleeping just at the base of his core, hidden by the familiar chill of death. He latched onto it, clinging to it in a desperate, silly hope fueled by an instinctual fear. 

There was a burst of light as the sun finally broke over the horizon and painted the sky gold, and an equally bright burst of light within the cemetery. And for the first time in centuries, Danny felt the warmth of dawn hit his skin.

Ectoberhaunt 2023 Master Post

#ectoberhaunt23 #Day 20 #danse macabre #goodfish writes #danny phantom #immortal danny au #sam manson #amethyst ocean #me?? writing romance?? not without at lease SOME angst #all this because I couldn't draw a saxophone... damn

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Bad Moon Rising

|The Quarry|

Part I Part II Part III Part IV

Sheriff Travis Hackett X Fem!Reader

Summery: Two years after the curse was ended, you find yourself on your way to the small town of North Kill. It was all because of a favour to your grandparents, but this simple trip to look after their summer cabin during the winter became more than what you bargained for when you found yourself smitten with the curmudgeon of a sheriff.

Warnings: self hatred, swearing, smut

As always MINORS DNI

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The Sheriff continued his path to leave the house, and he cursed himself for having removed his shoes. This wasn’t going to be some quick get away.

You watched him fiddle with his radio on his shoulder. You watched him pick up his left shoe and start to untie it.

He’s leaving…

He’s leaving…

He’s leaving.

Panic shot through you. You knew if he left without an explanation from you, he probably would never let you give one. He would probably never come to the Crow again. He was a cold, closed off man- you could tell that much by your interactions with him, even if you didn’t have the full story. You knew that if he pulled out of that driveway…that would be it.

But that foolish determination clung to you aggressively and you let it. You knew you’d hate yourself later. You already did.

So what did it matter?

Your feet moved before you could say otherwise, and you let them.

You walked up to him, your footsteps padding on the wooden floor. At your movement in the corner of his eye, he looked up from his ministrations, and that crease between his brows was stronger than ever. “What-“

Before he could even register what you were doing, you had placed your hands on either side of his face, and held his gaze to yours. You waited for him to push you away, but he didn’t.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t. Travis Hackett might have been a man in his fifties, but his reflexes were faster than most cops in their twenties. His ability to have your hands behind your back before you could fight him were great…but that part of him failed to work when you reached out to him. So it wasn’t that he couldn’t stop you, it was that he didn’t have the will to.

Travis felt his chest tighten.

Weak

“What in the hell are you doing?” He rasped, but you noted that his authoritarian edge was almost gone. He almost sounded desperate. His eyes were hard and his was face harsh, but there was something there in those black eyes. A softness. A curiousity. And that was all you needed.

You leaned forward, flicking your gaze from his lips to his eyes, and when you felt him suck in a breath, you brushed your lips against his. You knew it was stupid, but you also knew that you wouldn’t sleep for the next five months if you didn’t try. You ever so gently slipped your tongue against his lower lip, anything to make him understand.

Travis swore he saw the gates of heaven. But he didn’t move. He didn’t dare, afraid he would awaken from a dream.

You moved your lips again.

Still nothing.

While you didn’t want to openly admit it to yourself, that was it. He didn’t want you.

You slowly pulled away, not able to look at him. “I’m sorry-“

But a hand in your hair and the sound of a shoe being dropped made you pause. The feeling of warm lips on yours made your over-thinking brain stop all together.

It was a single kiss at first his lips resting on yours so gently. Then he moved them again. So tentative, like he was terrified.

And indeed he was. If you pushed him away, he was certain that the piece of himself that he had kept safely hidden would be gone forever. The part of him that he had to hide away after years of torment and abuse. The part that just wanted to be held and loved. It was small and it was fragile; Travis knew he was out of his mind to let you touch it, but he needed to know. He needed to know if it was even possible for a person like him to be…not hated.

But as he held you so carefully, you only stepped closer and placed a hand over his heart, and the other in his short black hair; your lips moving with his until you could taste him. You couldn’t help the soft moan you let out when he parted his lips slightly.

You wanted more.

And he would give you everything you asked for.

But then just as quickly as it started, he put his hands on your shoulders and pulled you away gently. You waited for yelling and cold walls, but they never came. Instead, the sheriff just gazed down at you; his voice was gentle. Nervous.

“We can’t…” he murmured, holding your arms.

“Why?” You pleaded immediately.

Travis sighed and shook his head, and to your dismay he removed his hands from you.

“I’m an old man, y/n…and you said it yourself- you leave to return to your life and that’ll be the end of it. And I…” He rushed out, running a hand through this hair. You swore you saw the man slowly break right before your eyes, “…I won’t stand to lose you. So I just…I won’t have you at all.” He finished, looking away.

His words struck you straight in the chest as if you had been stabbed. With those words alone, you felt years of his pain in an instant.

You didn’t know how he had been hurt, or who had done it, but you did know that the sorrow in his eyes made a pain shoot through your heart.

“When was the last time someone…didn’t hurt you, sir?” You whispered.

He didn’t look at you. That was enough.

“I’m…I’m not going to hurt you,” you said, tenderly cupping his face. You saw he was already about to say something, but you put your finger over his beautiful lips, “Please…I don’t think you understand, sir…”

At that, those eyes you loved flicked to yours.

“I’m not going anywhere…” You shook your head to punctuate your point.

“You have a life, don’t be stupid.” He brushed you off, but didn’t move from your hold.

“I do. I have friends and family. But I’m a big girl…I tie my own shoe laces and everything.” You said with a small smile, “I quit my job a month and a half ago to come here. I ended my rental for my apartment…I don’t have anywhere to go when I’m done here…”

Finally, the line between his brows softened.

“And besides, I think my grandparents would like being able to see me in the summer.” You couldn’t help but smile, “And I’m really tired of the city…it always smells like a sewer that’s been lit on fire.”

Travis cracked the tiniest of smiles.

Did she have to be funny on top of beautiful and sweet?

“You can’t…” he started to say again, but stopped, his resolve breaking down. His words were barely his own anymore.

“I can.” You whispered, stroking his cheekbones with your thumbs, “I want this.”

His walls were falling one by one, and you knew he was terrified. You wondered exactly what he had gone through, and how long those walls had been up…or if they had ever even come down.

Travis’s eyes couldn’t look away from you.

“You…you want this?” He repeated back to you. You could feel his chest rising and falling quickly with just a hair of distance between you.

You nodded.

His eyes widened ever so slightly, as if he had been waiting to you to say no and laugh. But then as your answer settled, Travis tilted his head to the side and his gaze scorched you.

“Show me.” His voice was no longer breathless. It was low, and plain. Simple. Pointed.

For a moment, you thought you misheard him. But oh you certainly didn’t. Not even the thunder outside could overpower his voice and it’s effect on you.

You swallowed and your lips parted, drawing his attention instantly.

Show him y/n…show him.

After so long of wanting to be alone with him, your heart was sure to give out at any moment, and if it did, you wanted him to feel it. You wanted him to know what he did to you. So you removed one of your hands from his face, fingers alight from his stubble. You grasped one of his wrists and brought his hand up to your chest, and flattened it there; your heartbeat drumming under his palm.

There was something so human about the gesture, and it conveyed exactly what you needed him to know.

That he drove you to the brink of insanity.

You saw him stare at his hand, as if he was trying to see through to your insides. Like he wanted to cradle your heart. When his eyes flicked back up to you, there was a silent question there. And you had waited too long to tell him, and you wouldn’t be able to function if you kept it in a moment longer.

“Since I first saw you…” you whispered, and you felt like the entire world went away when his eyes trained so explicitly on yours, “This is what you’ve done to me, sir.”

His nostrils flared and you saw his eyes widen in surprise. He clearly wasn’t expecting that, “You…” he started, but there were no sentences to come out.

You nodded, knowing where his mouth must have been trying to go while his brain didn’t follow. Your poor heart felt like it was about to beat out of your chest.

He sighed and his eyes dropped shut for a moment. You took the chance he gave you and took his hand in yours. You gently pulled him to the stairs, and he followed just a few feet away. While you couldn’t see where you were going, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Not when he was staring at you like that. Like you were the only person that mattered. Like a predator about to pounce, yet so much softer; a lion coaxing a lamb into it’s den.

And oh what a willing lamb you were.

You pulled that stern man along the dark hall, but the more you walked, the more you began to wonder if you were leading him, or if he was backing you into a corner.

As you came into your room, you saw his eyes flick to the soft glow front he fireplace, then the little questioning look he pointed at you. “I-it was cold, sir.” You whispered, coming to a stop just by the edge of the bed.

“Was it?” He asked, almost mocking as he was still being held by your hand.

You nodded.

“Well we can’t have that, hm?” His voice sent a shiver down your spine. You never thought in a million years that Sheriff Hackett would be standing in your room, dishevelled, and speaking to you so softly.

You shook your head, “No, sir.”

He sat on the edge of the bed, and you placed your hands on his shoulders, and you weren’t sure if it was to comfort yourself or him. You wanted him to touch you so badly, but his hands remained clasped in his lap.

“I said show me, y/n.” He said. It was chiding but you could see the firelight dancing in his eyes, and the softness of his mouth.

A challenge.

A dare.

He was daring you to demonstrate what you claimed.

You sucked in a shaky breath and slid your hands from his shoulders to the collar of his uniform. You tugged on the tie that still sat there until the knot came undone and the fabric slipped away. You could already see his chest rising and falling faster with each touch of your hands.

Your lips were parted ever so slightly as you undid the first button of his shirt. It popped open and you gaged his reaction. The older man nodded slowly, encouraging you. So you undid the second one and the third until you were kneeling down to get the last one, revealing a crisp white shirt underneath. Your knees dug into the hard floor, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care as you reached up and pushed the black fabric off his shoulders.

He helped you remove it, eyes still latched onto yours. It came away, and you finally saw his arms. That beautiful alabaster skin you had only imagined; you cursed that uniform for hiking such beautiful arms. You leaned back onto your knees and gently took one of his forearms; running your fingertips over the silvery and pink scars that stretched up along them. You traced the veins there on his wrist that disappeared up his bicep.

Travis was certain he would combust right there if you weren’t careful. Having you touch him so delicately make his throat tight. He tried to keep his nervousness from showing, lest you laugh at him, but the harsh beating of his heart didn’t lie, and neither did the crescents in his palms from clenching his fists.

“Mr. Hackett?” You asked softly. The older man’s eyes snapped to yours immediately, and your breath caught. “Are you alright?” You had seen those marks in his palms, and even noticed a slight shake to his large hands.

He couldn’t speak. Not with you looking up at him like that from between his legs like that. Travis took his arm from your hold, and unclipped the cumbersome belt around his hips, and let it drop to the floor. Then he slipped his hands under your arms and lifted you up into his lap, your thighs on either side of his. A soft gasp escaped you at the feeling of him under you. His muscled thighs held you so firmly.

“Travis.” He rasped breathlessly.

You stared back at him, your lips just a centimetre away from one another.

“For fucksake call me Travis.” Before you could answer him, his lips were back on yours in an urgent kiss. He held you tightly, and cradled your face like you might disappear. His tongue smoothed against your lips begging for entrance, and you were more than happy to oblige. Tasting him made your head spin, and just as you had imagined so many times, his smell engulfed you.

You broke away, suddenly too warm and slipped off his lap to sit next to him. You saw a flash of concern on his face as your warmth left him, but when you lifted your shirt up and off your body, the look was gone. He stared at you like he would devour every inch of you, and that was exactly what he planned.

Emboldened by his heavy gaze that only looked more deadly in the firelight, you stood and walked to stand infront of him; right between his thighs.

You silently took his hands and placed them on the hem of your shorts. “Please Travis?” You murmured.

He sucked in a breath, but his wide eyes betrayed his usually schooled face. Without a word, he gripped the elastic and pulled down. Then as the fabric came to the apex of your thighs, he stopped, and stared. Then you watched as his eyes very slowly moved up to yours and you stopped breathing.

“Care to tell me why you don’t have any panties on, young lady?” He murmured, continuing to pull them down until you stepped out of the fabric.

“I…I…um…” you couldn’t breathe.

His quicker a brow at you, “Is that so?” He clicked his tongue and brought his hands back up your legs to your hips. “Where’s that sharp little tongue of yours that begged me to stay, hm?”

Nope. No air was in your lungs.

Travis reached up and pressed on your lower lip with his thumb until you opened your mouth, and your tongue peaked out. You ran it along the tip.

And he almost came right there.

He hissed and pulled his hand away before gripping your hips and pulling you down onto the bed beside him. You gasped, arms splayed above your head and you pinned your knees together but the man crawling to lay beside you had other plans. Travis perched his head in his hand and gazed down at you.

“Tell me.” He whispered, gently stroking your chin.

You blushed and looked away, but his hold on your chin brought you back.

“Please.” The word was so quiet that you almost didn’t hear it over the storm outside.

“I…you made me nervous so I never said anything but…I really liked you.” You confessed, biting your inner lip.

God she’s shaking…

“Mhmm?” He hummed, removing his hand from your chin and bringing it to your neck, then down to your collarbone.

Your brain started to short circuit the more he touched you. They were larger than you had thought, and had a roughness to them. Then as you tried to think back on all the little things you remembered thinking about him, you flushed and looked away from him. You couldn’t tell him you had touched yourself right where you laid.

“You…you don’t want to hear these things…” You were embarrassed again.

She’s so beautiful…

“I do.” He said, stroking your skin just above your breast. Your breath hitched again, and by god he loved that sound “…do you like it when I touch you?” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

You nodded and arched into his touch, “Yes…I- I’ve…” you tried to say, but your tongue wouldn’t work.

“Say it.” He whispered encouragingly, bringing his hand lower until he was toying with one of your nipples.

“I’ve touched myself and thought of you…” you looked down at the mattress beside you, “Right here…”

Travis sucked in a breath at the idea of you whimpering his name as you tried to come. Your eyes flicked to his, and found them wider under his raised brows, “I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make you unc-“

“Did you come?” He whispered, his hand not moving.

You stared right back at him, “Wh-what?”

He sighed, “Did. You. Come?”

Your lips parted, and you willed your mind to stop buzzing.

You held his gaze, “Yes.”

The older man’s nostrils flared, and you could almost feel his heart rate increase. He sighed out through he nose and you watched his eyes close momentarily, “Good girl.”

Your lips parted, and you couldn’t look away. Seeing him so relaxed out of his uniform was clouding your judgement, but you didn’t care. You knew you wanted him. You put your hand on his neck, and toyed with the small hairs at the nape, “Please touch me, Travis…” you whispered

“Where?” He cooed, knowing damn well where you wanted him to touch you. Travis Hackett might not have been the most confident man in the world, but the sweet girl he had been pining after was naked beside him telling him how she had orgasmed to the thought of him. He was invincible as far as he was concerned.

And the warming of your skin only made his chest swell more. Travis leaned forward to your lips and grazed them with his- not even a kiss.

“Don’t make me repeat myself young lady.”

“My…my um…” You tried.

God why did you have to say it?

“Where? Here?” He slipped his hand lower to your stomach.

You shook your head, “Lower.”

“Here?” He stopped at your belly button.

“Lower.” You could barely breathe as his hand came to your pelvic bone.

“Here?” His own breath was almost as nonexistent as yours.

“Please…” you whimpered, “Lower.”

This time, Travis sucked in a breath, and kissed you as his hand slipped right between your thighs. You moaned into his mouth.

“Fuck you’re already wet.” He pulled away and looked down to see that his hand was shining.

“Yes...” You whispered.

“You want me to touch you here?” He purred, stroking your thigh.

“Yes please.” You nodded, desperate.

“You want me to make you come?” He whispered.

You nodded, and to your pleasure he finally slipped a finger between your lips and eased it inside you. Your breath hitched, and you gripped the blanket below you. If you weren’t intoxicated by him, you might have been embarrassed by how easily his thick finger slipped inside you.

“How’s that, sweetheart? Does that feel good?” He stroked you, and his thumb moved in gentle circles around your clit.

But you could barely speak. So you nodded, and gasped out a breath.

With you so responsive to his touch alone, Travis knew he could do this all day. That thought alone had his cock twitch in his pants.

You rocked your hips in tandem with his ministrations, and he grinned down at you.

“You like my finger don’t you? Yea I bet it feels better than your little ones.” He teased you, stroking your clit with his thumb.

“Y-yes…fu-fuck…ughh-“ you moaned.

His mouth parted and he found himself licking his lips as he watched you. Then he nudged a seconds finger against you, and he noted a little flicker of discomfort, “Can you take a little more? It’s just going to hurt for a minute…” he purred to you, already easing it inside you.

You sighed heavily at the stretch, but with his thumb working so diligently on your clit, you could barely register it.

“See there you go…doesn’t that feel good? Hmm?” As he spoke you could already feel yourself growing more and more sensitive. Your soft inner walls began to constrict around his fingers.

“Are you going to come? That’s it…I can feel you.” He murmured. Travis curled his fingers against that spot inside you, and you threw your head back as a string of moans escaped you. Your thighs twitched and you could feel how slick your thighs were. Your breaths came in gasps as you rode out your high, hips bucking against his hand.

Travis couldn’t help himself when you came so prettily by his hand alone. He stared down at where he pulled his fingers out and marvelled at the cum covering them. Like a man possessed, he crawled down the bed and spread your thighs apart, and dipped his head to taste you.

He was slow at first- gentle. He knew you were sensitive, so he tested you. But your hitched breaths and mewls only spurred him on. Travis gripped your hips and held them firmly as he slipped his tongue along your pussy. Then when your breath came in high whimpers, he smirked and gave you no mercy. With his arm around your hip, he moved his thumb to rest on your pulsing clit, and slowly caressed it.

“T-travis, please- I -“ You started to cry and whine as you drew closer and closer to coming again.

Travis pulled his mouth away for a moment and gazed up at you, “Come on…be a good girl and come for me again.”

His voice echoed in your head as your brows pitched up, “F-fuck…” You whispered.

“Come on…one more. Give me one more…”He took one more long lick from you and sucked your clit for a total of five seconds before you came. Even you couldn’t make yourself come that fast. He locked you through it, cleaning up everything you gave him.

“Good job sweetheart…” He pressed a kiss to your thigh, and rubbed your hip as you returned to your body.

Marry me Travis Hackett

Good god if you had him with you every day you’d have to get a good muscle relaxer and perfect your birth control routine.

You slowly sat up and opened your arms, beckoning him to come to you. And he did, just a little slowly with his aching muscles.

You had no words, so you pulled his mouth down to yours and bruised his lips. A low groan emitted from him, triggering one in you as your tongues moved against each other. Travis rolled his hips against you’s, and you gasped at the feeling of his cock. Travis pulled away and you could see how heavy his eyes had gotten. You knew his irises must have been dark brown, but by god if they didn’t look pitch black in the darkness. He almost looked inhuman.

“I’ve wanted to do that every god damn time I saw you.” He rasped.

You gasped against him as he pushed his hips tightly against yours.

“I-is that…is that all you wanted to do, sir?” The title slipped out from habit, and he had never reacted to it in the past, but now with his hand in your hair and groin against your slick core, he went still.

You peered up at him, nervous that he was uncomfortable, “I didn’t mean to-“

“Say it again.” His usually soft voice had dipped lower into a growl. You felt a shiver run up and down your body.

“Yes sir.” You whispered. With the roar of the wind and consistent thunder, and the addition of the fire crackling, it could have been so easy for Travis to not hear you. But he did. Oh he heard that little slip up of yours like you had screamed it in his ear.

He breathed out a heavy sigh and tried to compose himself.

“Can I show you what I’ve wanted since I first saw you, sir?” You whispered, a little more confident.

Travis looked over your face and nodded. When you pushed him up and followed after him to sit, he watched your every move.

“Can you stand up please?” You asked so politely.

In a heartbeat, he was up and you crawled to the edge of the bed. You raised your hands to his belt and checked his face before continuing. His eyes softened as he stared at you, and gave you a nod; so you undid his belt, and unzipped his uniform pants. Your heart was beating a mile a minute.

“We don’t have to…” He murmured.

“Please?” You whispered, tugging his trousers down to just below his hips.

You then moved to lift up his shirt, but his hands caught yours quickly. You looked back up at him and looked a little hurt.

Jesus…she’s pouting? That’s the cutest thing I’ve ever fucking seen…

“Please?” You whined.

“Sweetheart, I’m not a young man.” He murmured.

“I know…” you nodded in agreement, “If it makes you uncomfortable, then I completely understand…but if your doing this for my sake, then there’s no need.”

He thought for a moment, fighting with that evil voice in his head that still sounded like Constance even as she laid six feet in the earth.

“Please?”

But among the harsh words and cruel thoughts, your sweet voice cut through, and his glazed eyes sharpened.

It seemed he made up his mind when you asked so sweetly.

“Lay back, young lady.” That rasp in his voice returned, and you could practically feel your pupils dilate. Without a word, you released him and pulled yourself back up to the pillows, and watched.

Travis grasped the edge of his shirt and pulled it up over his head. He paused as he let the fabric drop, still self conscious; even though he was in remarkable shape, his body was covered in scars. Scratches, lashings, bullet holes…

But when your pretty lips parted in awe and your raked your gaze down his body, Travis felt his chest swell, among other things. He gripped the hem of his briefs and brought them down along with his uniform until he was just as bare as you.

Your eyes fell to his cock bobbing up; you hoped that he was fully hard, already nervous about his size.

He wasn’t.

Travis crawled over you and slipped a hand under your waist to drag you down to him. You automatically spread your legs and hooked a knee over his hip. Your arms wrapped around his neck, but neither of you moved, and you almost didn’t want to.

“What have you done to me, Travis Hackett?” You whispered, stroking his hair tenderly.

He smiled briefly, “I could ask you the same.”

You pressed a kiss to his forehead, and he sighed at the feeling, his free hand stroked your cheek.

“You’re… so handsome.” You shook your head in disbelief when you remembered Shirley telling you he had never been interested in the ladies of the town, “I want…”

“What?” He prompted you, though he wasn’t above begging if you refused to tell him.

You blushed. “I want you…”

“You have me-“

“No I mean I…I want to be yours…I want to wake up next to you everyday, I want to share your pains, I want to embarrass you at the station because I can’t stay away from you…I want your rough stubble and grumpy mornings.” Your voice was soft, but it broke gently when your finally said everything you had wanted to, “I meant what I said about you being a good man, Travis…you are. I don’t think you see it that way but I do and I want to love a good man.”

Travis almost pinched himself.

Love?

“You’re sure?” He breathed.

You laughed softly.

“Well I’m fairly certain that if I let go of a good man who looks like you, and makes me come repeatedly…I wouldn’t live with myself.” You smiled and knew his ears were red, even in the warm light.

“Well I…”he looked away and you smiled more when you realized he was embarrassed. You shifted against him, brushing his length with your slick pussy and thighs. He groaned and dipped his head.

“Make me yours…please?” You whispered.

Travis sighed. “You’re going to be the death of me, young lady.” He ground out, and moved the hand he had cradled your face with to hold himself. You were once again reminded of his size as he leaned back, and held your waist. The older man stroked himself between your folds, hissing at the feeling. When he gazed back at you, he sucked in a breath at your parted lips and heavy eyes. “You want this?” He rasped, dipping the head inside you.

You gasped and nodded, “Just…be gentle…” then you let out a nervous laugh, “Geez you’re huge.”

Travis slipped just an inch inside you before he leaned back down to you and pressed gentle kisses down your neck. “There you go…just- fuck…relax for me.” He slipped inside you another inch and he nearly lost his composure when he felt how soaked you were.

“Jesus youre tight.” Travis groaned.

Keep yourself together old man…

A whimper escaped you when his size became too much.

Travis stopped moving, and cradled your cheek, “You’re doing so good, sweetheart.” He kissed you gently, but it was a welcomed distraction from the pain, so your quickly threaded your fingers through his short hair and held his neck to pull him closer. He pulled out and eased back inside you, over and over as his tongue smoothed against yours and you could taste him. The drag of his cock inside you couldn’t compare to anything you had felt before, but what you did know was that with every move, he stroked that spot inside you that made you moan uncontrollably.

And oh how Travis soaked your little noises up. He was now almost completely inside you, and he pulled away from your swollen lips to look down at where your bodies joined. He hummed at the titillating sight of your little pussy stretching to accommodate him; he knew he was larger, especially after numerous complaints in his younger days…but by god seeing you take him so well with barely a word of complaint just about made him lose control. You wanted him.

Travis pulled out of you again, and very slowly slipped back inside you, watching your face for any pain. It wasn’t until he felt his hips against yours that re realized that he was inside you completely and he felt heaven.

“Good girl…” he purred into your neck, and rocked against you, barely pulling out.

At his praise, he felt you tighten around him, and smirked against your skin, “You like that? You like it when I tell you how good you are for me?”

You nodded, and held onto him tightly, “Yes sir- ah!” You gasped when he moved the angle of his hips and his cock rubbed against that spot inside you again.

Travis pulled away and gazed down at you, and repeated the action. He was rewarded with your little back arching to press your nipples against his chest, and your brows scrunching up in pleasure.

The older man focused on making you make that face for as long as he could, “Is that the spot? Right there?” He cooed to your, and he received an enthusiastic nod from you, “Alright, sweetheart I’ve got you...”

He moved his hand from your waist to your hip, then he got an idea. Travis grabbed one of the smaller pillows from beside you, and dragged it to your side. Before you could ask him what he was doing, he grabbed your hips and pulled you up, then slipped the pillow under your lower back. Not only were you confused, but you were dumbstruck by his strength to hold you like that. You were about to ask him what that was for, but then he thrust into you, and you shut up right away.

The angle of your hips made you feel even fuller and you swore it made his cock reach another spot inside you. You huffed out your breath as he began snapping his hips against yours, and your started to see stars.

Travis held your hips firmly, and eased into a tempo that was so even that you were embarrassed by how quickly you felt your stomach warm up. Then your thighs began to twitch and you felt yourself starting to become more and more sensitive.

“You gonna come? That’s a good girl, come on…that’s it.” He rasped, holding you tighter. He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer but by god he was going to have you come on his cock before he was done. “That’s it…come on…” he slipped one thumb to circle your clit.

And just like that, you came. Hard. You couldn’t help the scream that tore from your throat and your dug your nails into his back and bucked your hips. Travis gasped at the feeling of your pussy spasming around him.

“Fuck-“ he moaned, his cock twitching already.

He went to draw out of you, but even in your daze, you locked your legs around him, “No, I want you to come inside me…I’m protected…please?” You whispered.

And Travis was in no position to argue. His hips began to stutter, and you held him close to you, running your hands through his hair; you decided to test a theory you had.

You kissed his head and rocked with him, “Good boy…come on I want you to fill me up really good.” You murmured into his ear.

Now you did not fully understand the extent of a man who hadn’t come inside a woman for close to a decade to indeed fill you up. But that was exactly what you got.

Travis let go, gasping uncontrollably as he pumped his thick, hot cum inside your greedy little pussy. “Fuck…fuck Travis-“ you gasped as you felt it leak out of you, but you could still feel him pulsing inside you, his cum still filling you. It took a full ten seconds before he was finished, and you knew there was a thick pool of slick under you.

The room was filled with soft panting. You stroked his hair, and kissed at his neck as he buried his face into your shoulder. Then, very slowly, he pulled away and leaned back onto his knees, and wiped a hand over his face. You gazed up at him lovingly, and smiled.

And he couldn’t help but return it. “You alright, sweetheart?” He asked, pulling out of you, and leaning down to lay next to you. His little wince of pain was not lost on you, and you made a note to get both of you a couple painkillers.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to walk for a couple days but aside from that? I don’t think I could be better.” You grinned and kissed him gently.

He ran a hand over your shoulder and drew you closer. Travis had so much he wanted to say, but he knew he had to wait. He knew he wanted to tell you he loved you- he knew he wanted you to live with him too. But he knew if he asked you now, it would be too much, so instead, he just soaked in your beautiful face, and basked in your soft breath.

With the lack of power, it wasn’t an option to bathe together, but after a stumbling journey down the stairs and a large pot of boiled water later, you both sat back in the bedroom on the cost carpet with a large bowl of warm water between you. You even got him to agree to drink a cup of hot cocoa.

As the fire continued to crackle away, you grasped the soft washcloth, and wrung some of the water out. You kissed his thighs and along the scars that covered his skin. Long jagged marks that you knew couldn’t be from his position as sheriff; ones that looked like bursting suns that must have been bullet wounds; even a bite mark on his arm. You knew there was more to what he had done than just defend a town from strange happenings…these were years of harsh wounds.

You could see him holding his breath as you did, waiting for you to ask, or say something about them, but when you didn’t, his shoulders relaxed. That man had stolen a part of your heart, and you sure as hell wasn’t about to bring any harm to the part of his that he gave you. If he wanted to tell you, he would.

Travis could barely control himself as he dragged the cloth over your skin; he could have spent hours between your thighs if it meant you’d come on his face. He pressed tender kisses to you legs, to your navel, your stomach, your ribs and your breasts. You were trembling by the time he was dripping the cloth over your neck.

“My pretty girl.” He whispered.

And you nodded.

Travis had helped you strip the bedding and change it, even through you insisted he relax. The two of you curled up into the sheets, and you vaguely wondered about his work, but when he didn’t say a word about it, neither did you. His arms held you tightly to his chest, and you tangled your legs together. You knew your face would hurt from smiling so much, but you didn’t care.

That night, you both slept soundly. For Travis, that was the first night he didn’t wake up in a cold sweat after a nightmare of his family’s bodies or his gun not firing fast enough. He snored lightly, and when you awoke before him, you had to keep in a soft giggle, and you could only sink deeper into the tight hold he had on you.

When he finally opened his eyes, you finally saw the beautiful shade of brown that they were. You saw how relaxed his handsome face could be and you were right- he did have the most beautiful smile.

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[irishhills]

fragility

Eliza goes about the day in a stupor after finding out she’s on the prom court. The Class of ‘92 got together to vote on five prom princesses before they choose their queen, and she’s one of them. She’s not sure how to feel when they put that plastic tiara on her head. Two and a half years ago, she would have been desperate for it. She would have thought it was the best and only way to get noticed in all the right ways. For boys to think she was beautiful, for other girls to think she was worth talking to. So she could relate to her mother.

But now … now, she’s not sure what to feel. Everything’s happened in such a weird way. She hasn’t had a real boyfriend since Luke, and that was two years ago. But as of last month, she’s not a virgin, either. She’s not a virgin, but she hasn’t talked to the boy she slept with since the night she slept with him. She hasn’t even told anyone, except Blair, who swears she would never tell Chris, no matter how much she might want to. Two and a half years ago, Eliza thought this little plastic tiara was her ticket to love, beauty, sex … all of it. It doesn’t seem to mean much now. Just a sign that being the yearbook’s main photographer puts you at the front of people’s minds, even if you’re the one behind the camera. People want your lens to notice them, so they notice you. Even if they didn’t mean it.

She asks to go to the bathroom in the middle of fifth period, which feels like a silly thing to do. In a few months, she’ll be in college, and if she asks a professor the same question, they’ll look at her like she’s nuts. But these are the last weeks of high school, and hall passes are a necessary evil. She takes a slip of yellow paper from her teacher’s desk and wears the crown all the way down. When she gets to the bathroom, she grips the sink and stares at herself in the mirror. A real cinematic moment. Part of her expects “About a Girl” to start playing out of nowhere. Isn’t that the kind of song that would go here? Blair would know, but she wouldn’t understand the stress. The stress of a cheap tiara.

Eliza hears one of the stalls swing open. Over her shoulder, she sees Amy in the mirror, too. They politely smile at each other. It’s been a long time since they were really friends, but Eliza has never stopped loving her. She has never stopped hoping they could be friends again.

“Nice move on the prom court,” Amy says, and she really means it. Eliza can tell.

“Thanks. Sorry. I know you would have liked to be on it.”

“Eh, maybe. But homecoming court makes you ineligible, and I’m good with being homecoming queen. Don’t know how I pulled out that win.”

“Couldn’t have anything to do with you being popular and beautiful.”

Amy laughs like she doesn’t believe it, but Eliza knows she does.

“You don’t like it,” Amy says, almost out of nowhere. “Do you?”

Eliza’s heart stops.

“Don’t like what?”

“Being on the prom court. Having that kind of attention. Any of it.”

Eliza doesn’t say anything. There’s really no use in lying to Amy. After spending all of third, fourth, and fifth grade telling each other ridiculous secrets about TV star crushes, dream careers, and fantasy outfits, she knows Amy can see right through her. There is a kind of transparency that only comes from being children together. It never goes away.

“It’s just weird,” Eliza says, “to have that many people looking at me. I’m the one who’s usually looking at them, and now … I don’t know, do they expect me to take pictures of myself?”

Amy laughs a little. She shrugs, takes out a tube of lip gloss, and applies in the mirror like this is a normal conversation. Perhaps it is.

“The thing that got me,” Amy says, “was the fragility. You take off that crown, and it’s so cheap. It just … breaks without you even having to bend.”

“Did yours break?” Eliza asks. “Your homecoming crown?”

Amy shrugs again.

“I think so,” she says. “I kinda don’t remember.”

She waves goodbye and leaves without another word. Eliza still stands over the sink, and the crown still rests atop her head.

She’s not going to do anything on purpose, but she wishes it would fall off and crack in half. Just because.

(part of @nosebleedclub february challenge -- day 16!)

#drabble #writeblr #ch: eliza murphy #ch: amy egan #year: 1992

[fe-fictions]

Good day/night! :]

Might you have some spare Henry crumbs laying around? I've been on a crowman high lately and you write him so well! <3

(Here's some Henry taking care of a sick wife and baby!!!)

The family had taken a brief, albeit very fun and relaxing, trip in Plegia. Morgan being only eight months old certainly made things interesting. Having the whole family there to enjoy the beauty of Plegia outside war time was fun.

Plus, you were both Plegians, so it was nice to learn about your roots.

It was a magical time. Or at least, it would have been. You woke up the morning after you came home and found yourself unable to get out of bed.

You had a fever, your head was pounding, and you were a snotty mess of misery. Henry was amused until he heard baby Morgan bawling down the hall. You both caught, according to your husband, the Plegian swine flu.

No one was immune from it, not even sweet, innocent little blood bags like Morgan (Henry’s words, not yours).

So Henry quickly went from teasing you and being fascinated by how miserable you were to going into full-blown panic.

Like any disease, a baby catching it had a higher risk of complications. Most recover, Henry explained while frantically scribbling an urgent letter for Maribelle to tie to one of his crows, but itty bitty babies could suffer serious health problems.

Henry got to work on preparing you a bucket of cold water, a second bucket for the kerchiefs you would be blowing your nose into all day, and a third bucket in case you couldn’t keep your food down.

You didn’t.

“Gods, Henry- did you have to send that filthy animal to me? I’m literally down the block! It would take you fifteen minutes to-”

“Fifteen minutes is a waste of time! Morgan and Robin could be dead by then! And if it’s either of them, it’s no joke, nya ha!”

“Then why are you laughing?”

“It’s nervous laughter!” He chuckled again, though judging by how pale his face was, it seemed to be true. 

Maribelle simply scoffed and hurried to the bedroom, ready to treat her friend.

“Robin, darling! Oh, you look positively ghastly!” She gasped, drawing the mask over her mouth and nose. She pulled on her medical gloves, a stave at her side and a big pouch of herbs on her belt. “The Plegian swine flu is no joke...it’s very rarely found in Ylisse, but when it travels with you…”

“I-it’s a disaster.” You wheezed, not before you were overcome by coughing. “Anything y-you can do will be a welcome remedy.”

“Luckily for you, there’s nothing here that herbs and plenty of rest won’t fix. Now Morgan might be a little trickier, given his age...but we can at least get started with you.”

Maribelle was quick to send  Henry off to grind up the herbs, preparing some disgusting concoction guaranteed to get your body back to normal.

Presuming Henry could put it together.

“Now, when did you start to feel ill?”

“W-well, if I’m honest… It started around-”

Crash

“Ah, gods- I broke the cup!!”

“-The time we got home, last night. It was late-”

Smash

“The pestle’s shattered!!”

“-And I just thought I was tired, but...my head feels about the same as-”

Bang

“The herbs are everywhere!!”

“HENRY!!” Maribelle shouted out the door, “What in the gods’ names are you doing?!”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make a mess!” Henry apologized, his voice shaky and unsure. “I-I just meant to help a bit, but it looks like I’m making things worse, nya ha!”

“Why don’t you come and sit,” Maribelle pinched  her brow, “Just settle down until you stop breaking things.” 

You watched as Henry wandered back into the bedroom, looking surprisingly pale and nervous. You had never quite seen him in such a way, before.

After all, it was always good times and weird vibes with your husband. Since when did he become the anxious type?

“I’ll be right back, Robin. I’ll get your medicine.”

“Give some to Morgan, first.” You asked, “I can wait.”

Maribelle nodded to you before taking off, leaving you alone with your husband who was bouncing his leg and fidgeting with his hands with a nervousness that you’d never seen before.

For a few moments, it was quiet, listening to the rhythmic, rapid tapping of his heel against the stone. Eventually, though, you would have to snap him out of it.

“Henry, a-are you all right?” You questioned as gently as you could. Henry started to nod, giving you a cracked, faux grin. Then he paused, his smile fell, and he shook his head.

“Well, if I’m honest? No. Not at all. I feel like I’m dying inside.” He admitted. “I mean, you’re sick, and so is Morgan! My two favorite living people! And there’s not a thing I can do about it- I mean, he’s just a baby, and we’ve only been back together for a year- I dunno. It scares me, y’know? Which is impressive! When’s the last time I’ve been genuinely scared, right! Nya ha ha!”

“There’s nothing to be scared of, Henry.” You tried to assure him. But he shook his head, folding his arms tightly.

“You don’t know that! All it takes is one thing to go wrong and it could be bye-bye wifey, or even bye-bye baby, and I...oh, I couldn’t handle that. Nope, not one bit.” 

It was certainly a reasonable concern. 

“Henry, sweetheart...come here.” You held your hand out to him, insisting he sit with you. You weren’t sure if it was the exhaustion or the pain that numbed your sense of worry, but you were far calmer than he was.

He took your hand, revealing trembling fingers. You squeezed it tightly, trying your best to comfort him despite your situation.

“Maribelle will take care of us. We’ll be okay, I’m sure.”

“But you can’t be sure!” He sighed shakily, “Anything can happen when it comes to Plegian flu. It can either be nothing at all, or really bad! And you never know until it happens. If something bad did happen to you or Morgan, I just...I don’t know what to do! You already told me I’m not allowed to re-animate either of you if you croak, so...I’m out of options!”

“I’m standing firm on that, just so you know.” You informed him with a soft smile, “But, Henry...there’s no value in worrying for worrying’s sake. W-we really shouldn’t be concerned with the unknown until it comes.”

“That’s easy for you to say, you’re not the one having to take care of both of you! What if I mess up?! What if I make it worse!! I already broke Maribelle’s mortar and pestle, there are herbs everywhere, a-and I just-”

“Henry,” You pressed a finger to his lips, “You’re overthinking.”

“B-but I just...I worry about you guys…”

“I know.” You beamed at him, stroking his cheek. “But please, try not to worry. We need to wait for Maribelle’s diagnosis, and we can go from there, okay? It’ll be easier if we take it a step at a time.”

“Gosh, Robin...how’re you able to stay so calm all the time?” He looked at you incredulously, “I’m about ready to pop out of my skin and just run around like a headless Risen!”

“Experience.” You laughed. 

Maribelle came in not long after, informing you both that the flu didn’t appear to be as bad as it could be. 

“Morgan should recover within the week, though we’ll need to make sure he receives two doses of medicine each day; one in the morning and one at night. Henry, you’ll have to make it for him each day- is that something you can handle? Or will I be making more visits this week?”

Henry shared a look with you, seeing your encouraging smile. He took a deep breath and nodded.

“I can handle it, I promise!”

“Good. Morgan’s going to be counting on you. Robin, you should need more rest than anything else, but I’m recommending you take one dose each evening; it will help you sleep better, and it’s strong enough that it should hold you the next day.”

“That’s fine by me.” You agreed; the less disgusting, bitter herbs you had to ingest, the better.

“Your recovery time will be a bit longer than Morgan’s, though, judging by how you’re doing… I’d say two weeks at minimum; a month-and-a-half at most. Now if you want, I can have Lissa or Libra come and help take care of you, so that Henry can focus on caring for Morgan. Or, we can simply send Morgan off with a wet nurse while you’re here.”

“N-no, I-!” Henry interrupted before you could reply, putting a hand to his chest. “I can handle it, Maribelle! After all, if I can’t take care of my family, what kind of man would I be? Just a sad bag of bones and sinew! Not good for anything but crow food.”

Maribelle glanced over at you, looking for some sort of response. You knew she was still wary of Henry, especially now that she was out a very lovely mortar and pestle. But you were confident in his abilities.

“He can take care of us.” You told her, “I trust him.”

“Well...if you insist.” She conceded, earning a whoop from your husband- and an apology for it shortly after when he realized you weren’t to be around loud noises with your headache. “I’ll be coming to check up on you twice a week until you’re all better- until then, Henry, we’re counting on you!”

“You got nothin’ to worry about, Maribelle! We just take it a day at a time, and it’ll be great, nya ha!”

“Robin, if anything changes, or you need help...please don’t hesitate to call me or the other healers immediately.”

“I will.”

“I do mean anything, dear.”

“...I will.”

“If Henry does one thing wrong-”

“Hey!”

“I got it, Maribelle.” You chuckled, waving her away. “Thanks for your concern. We’ll be sure to call for you if we need anything. But I’m positive Henry will take care of us just fine.”

“You can bet your organs on it!” He grinned, giggling happily with his wife’s support. Maribelle gave him a long, hard look, but eventually took her leave. 

Henry was quick to move Morgan’s crib into the bedroom, guaranteeing that he could keep track of both of you and ensure you were both recovering nicely at the same time.

While it was heartbreaking listening to Morgan’s discomfort and those tiny baby coughs, it helped to see him improve day after day.

You did end up recovering about a week after Morgan, all thanks to Henry. He made sure to give you only the best. Most of all you were just thankful that none of you could get the Plegian swine flu ever again.

Especially since he bought Maribelle a replacement mortar and pestle that came from a questionable source, covered in animal bones and bird skulls and...you really didn’t know what corner of Hell he summoned them from.

At least there wouldn’t be another opportunity for him to break anything else of Maribelle’s, seeing as you wouldn’t be getting sick again.

You would take extra steps to ensure that just so he wouldn’t frighten Maribelle with another horrifying “gift”.

#henry #robin #morgan #fe 13 #fire emblem awakening #fe awakening #henbin #henry x robin #family fluff #fe fictions #fe-fictions #f!robin #fem!robin #f!mu #lots of comfort #good dad henry #doting father and sweetest husband #i love him so much

[jazzraft]

32, nyxnoct >:3 ♡

this and two other prompts have been sitting in my mailbox since march of last year, and I am so sorry about that! I know you won't mind that I deviated a bit here for the sake of general nyx propaganda. there's still hints of nyxnoct because I'm me, but I threw nods towards every other major nyx ship I could remember into this as well.

vote for nyx in this round of the most fuckable ff man! or just enjoy this silly nonsense as I continue to drag my ass out of my worst writer's block ever

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“This is, by far, the dumbest thing you’ve ever done.”

“Nothing done for charity is ever dumb.”

Nyx rolled his eyes in response, trying so hard not to laugh at the prince’s pouting puffed cheeks. Noctis did not find it funny. Building barns for therapy chocobos was not a crusade he undertook lightly, and quite frankly? He knew his people. He knew that, if fluffy yellow chicks and dewy-eyed war veterans weren’t going to attract donations, than sex sure as hell would.

“I thought you were above this kind of exploitation, Your Highness,” Nyx said mildly, allowing himself to be pushed along.

“I’m not above anything for a good cause,” Noctis wheezed, leaning his weight into Nyx’s back as he all but shoved him in front of the cameras. “Those chocobos need houses and the veterans need rehab, so shut up and take off your shirt!”

“But you’ve already got volunteers!”

The whole tenth floor of the Citadel had been invaded by ring lights and photographers and drop sheets and clothes racks. Men and women from all of the Crown’s departments were shuffling about with half their clothes on, posing in front of cameras with a variety of different props. One man was drenched in way too much tanning oil, slipping into frame and trying for a smile that was too white on his orange face.

“Look at what I have to work with,” Noctis mumbled.

“He’s not so bad,” Nyx reasoned, appraising the man’s trim waist and broad chest.

“He’s greasy. And I don’t like his face. His eyes are small.”

“Wow, this calendar sure sounds judgmental.”

“This isn’t about him. This is about you, being a soldier, and therefore relatable, and also hot.” Noctis heaved the deliberately uncooperative glaive in front of an unoccupied drop sheet, punctuating every other word with the effort it took to get him in position. “Just think of your former brothers in arms,” Noctis said, gasping for breath. “Think of how their mental health could be significantly improved with some relaxing therapy riding.”

Nyx smirked, preparing an affected mockery for all of this being “in poor taste,” but Noctis stopped him before he could, planting his hands on either side of Nyx’s face.

“Yes, that. Hold that face while I find Prompto.”

“What face?” Nyx laughed, bemused.

“Don’t play coy… No, wait, do play coy! Do what you’re doing!”

Noctis could never really tell if Nyx was oblivious to his own sex appeal, or he knew damn well. Sometimes, he’d look at him with those innocent blue eyes and Noctis would think, “Oh, how cute, he has no idea.” Then, other times he’d pull that smirk, that devious little quirk of the lips that dimpled his cheek, softening the sturdy, scruffy line of his jaw. His eyes all of a sudden turned sharp, lids hooding and darkening the irises a stormy gray. The sly glint to them skewered Noctis in place, both terrified and attracted to the dangerous potential of that smirk.

Mercifully, the hallway doors banging open snapped him out of it. Unmercifully, it was Cor.

“Noct!” he thundered, zeroing in on the prince like a targeting missile. “When I said it was a no to the Crownsguard, a no to the Kingsglaive was also implied.”

“They are not the same things,” Noctis insisted. “You get to order one around, not the other. Drautos is cool with it.”

“Titus Drautos said yes to you pimping out the Kingsglaive for charity,” Cor said, dryly, not a question, pointedly not looking at Crowe Altius in a leather catsuit revving a fake motorcycle across the room.

“He encouraged me to use the Glaive’s greatest ass for good.”

“Asset.”

“So you agree!”

Cor sighed, witheringly, palm flat against his face. Why did reasoning with the Crown Prince always fall to him? Why did the word “reason” have absolutely no definition to the Caelum line of kings? He found out about this ridiculous affront to altruism through Regis when pressed on the prince’s schedule for the day.

“Oh, he’s just doing a sexy photoshoot for charity,” the King said over his morning tea, as flippantly as a comment on the weather. “I hear it’s going to be very tasteful.”

“Noct,” Cor said, presently. “It’s one thing to waste the Crownsguard’s resources, it’s another for you to – Ulric, put your clothes back on!”

Nyx blinked over at him, confused by the outrage, shirt halfway up his torso. He smiled, teeth peering from beneath his lips in a wolfish grin.

“What? If the Crownsguard thinks they’re above getting down and dirty to save a few innocent chocobos…”

“That’s not what I think.”

“And yet, I don’t see you stripping, Marshal.”

Nyx pulled off his shirt and Crowe whistled from across the room, “Yeah! Take it off!”

Cor wished this entire level of the Citadel would implode underneath him and take everyone else down with the rubble. Nyx rolled his neck, wheeled out his arm, and the whole room warmed up by ten degrees.

Miles of ochre flesh stretched before them, sun-bronzed and sculpted. A youth spent scaling canyons had honed those rippling abs, flexing casually with every breath. Straight shoulders, levied by decades of standing at attention, framed the wide planes of Nyx’s chest, no less devastating for the spidery scar bursting like bolts of lightning across his sternum. The thin line of ink around his arm strained as he worked his muscles awake – as if he were going into battle. Divots formed in his firm biceps as he moved, the ridges of his collarbone pulling out and in under taut golden skin.

“So, do I just stand here or…?”

Cor thwacked Noctis upside the head to knock him out of staring – as if he wasn’t doing the same. The Crown Prince sputtered something incoherent, then scuttled away to find Prompto. Of course Noct’s little blond cohort was roped into directing this nonsense. At least he had the good sense to look cowed once he was dragged in front of Cor.

“Oh, h-hey, Marshal!” Prompto greeted, sheepishly. “Don’t suppose you’re here to contribute.”

“I expected better from you.”

“Ignore him,” Noctis insisted upon seeing Prompto’s eyes go wide and watery. “Remember the chocobos. Nyx, sit on this!”

Noctis dragged an ornate divan into frame, his tiny body surprisingly strong when he was motivated. Nyx obliged the Crown Prince’s frenetic orders with that same roguish smirk, bouncing onto the plush blue cushions. Noctis scurried out of the way and gestured for Prompto to do his thing.

“Right, so, just relax,” Prompto told Nyx, fiddling with the camera set-up. “Lean your arm against there… okay, put your legs like… yeah, like that… Now, just look off to the side a little… Yeah, perfect!”

Prompto went on like that for a couple minutes, Nyx obediently following his lead. He sprawled across the divan like an ancient war general, casually awaiting news from the front or effortlessly issuing commands before he’d donned his armor for the day. He shuffled through a few expressions towards the invisible compatriot he was meant to be acting against.

Prompto would tell him to narrow his eyes as if he were displeased, his dark brows withering his whole demeanor with the barest crease of pretended annoyance. He’d ask him to run his fingers through his braids and open his mouth to yawn, as if the whole affair bored him - and the state of his undress was of no concern before his imaginary council. Nyx would lean his chin in his palm and wink at the camera sometimes, unprompted, and on reflex, Prompto would hit the shutter to capture the brazen flirtation.

“What else can I do for you?” Nyx eventually asked, after Prompto’s instructions had run as dry as his throat. “Any other way you want me?”

“U-Um… I don’t know,” he spluttered, rifling through the set of pictures so he didn’t have to make eye contact with the subject – instead just starting at the replication of his bare chest on film. “I think that’s enough, right guys?”

“What? Oh, sure,” Noctis said vacantly. (Cor remained mum.)

“It’s missing some spice,” said Ignis, startling all of them.

“How long have you been here?” Prompto squeaked in alarm.

“You asked me to be here. I’ve been catering all morning,” Ignis reminded him, dismissively – evidently it hadn’t been the first time. He glanced up at Nyx. “Try adding something that’s unique to you.”

“It sounds as if my presence bores you, Scientia,” Nyx laughed, wounded.

“Hardly,” Ignis said, and if Noctis didn’t know him better he would have missed the compliment hidden in that single, dry word. “What sets you apart from all the other glaives in attendance?”

Crowe was mussing up her long, brown tresses for the motorcycle shoot; Tredd was in a bath towel, face doused in shaving cream as he ponderously pretended to swipe it off with a razor; and Libertus was lifting a few of the volunteers’ kids off the floor by his biceps.

“I don’t know. I can do magic tricks?” Nyx offered, calling up a burst of flame to his palm.

The fire gave his skin a coppery glow, dancing shadows accentuating the even lines of his abdomen. The light deepened the links of muscle that built his chest and brightened the subtle tattoos marked upon them. It burned his silvery blue eyes into hammered steel, which shifted around the gathered audience expectantly.

“That’ll do,” Ignis said, matter-of-factly, adjusting his glasses as he nudged Prompto into action.

From the next setting over, a shirtless Gladio snorted, “Show off,” as his artfully damp abs shined under the overhead lights. (“Eyes here, please,” his photographer advised, to which he quickly jerked back to attention.)

A few months later, all the way across the Cygillian Sea, Lunafreya Nox Fleuret received a parcel with Noctis’ diligent dog-based correspondence. She loved hearing about his passion projects, praying that one day she may contribute to them herself.

“What’s he up to this time, eh, Pryna?” she murmured, idly scratching the messenger behind the ears as she reviewed Noct’s notes.

He had provided a small, desktop copy of a calendar he’d organized for his chocobo charity, which he had only just been planning the last time he’d written. She laughed now, as he warned her of its contents – as if she were so naïve to human anatomy, given her doctoral discipline. Lucians she’d never met posed in scanty costumes across a variety of different scenes, smoldering out of the calendar in the name of veterans across the country.

She was particularly drawn to the August spread, where a mohawked stranger in leather pants and nothing else reclined upon a gothic divan, holding fire in his hand. He stared beyond the page with lowered eyelids, face pressed into his palm, one tattooed finger lining his temple in an affectation of profound thought. Given the dark dive of his smile and the knowing mischief in his eyes, what he could be thinking of left little to the imagination.

She was just about to start in on her response – warring with herself if she should ask after any models in particular – when from over her shoulder, a slithering voice inquired, “My, my, who is this handsome stranger?”

Ardyn Izunia leered unabashedly at the provocative photograph, which Luna smacked him in the face with as she screeched, “Get out of my room!”

The charity campaign was a huge success.

#nyx ulric #kingsglaive #final fantasy xv #ffxv #final fantasy 15 #noctis lucis caelum #cor leonis #prompto argentum #lunafreya nox fleuret #myfic

[madangel19]

Ooooh or "Hands off of what's not yours"

This. This one is perfect for Swiss and Delia

Word Count: 855

Warnings: Panty sniffing and some spice

Delia hummed softly to herself as she rummaged through Swiss’s dirty clothes. It was her turn to do the ghoul’s laundry and she had been dreading it. She had heard horror stories from other siblings about the discoveries they had made while going through the ghoul’s rooms to gather laundry.

So far, it wasn’t that bad. Some clothes did have some wear and tear and others were damaged beyond repair. How did Dewdrop get those scorch marks on his boxers? She could only imagine the things he was doing in them.

She was currently in Swiss’s room and everything seemed normal until she opened the top drawer of his clothes cabinet. She rummaged through some boxers and stopped when she noticed something different.

It was a pair of red lace panties. They certainly weren’t hers. She reached in and picked them up to examine them. Curious, she brought them close and gave them a sniff. The panties smelled like cherries and vanilla. Just like Swiss. These belonged to him, but she had never seen him wear these before.

“Delia?” 

She gasped and turned around, clutching the panties to her chest. Swiss stood in the doorway, holding a bag of chips. He was about to eat a chip but dropped it when he saw what she holding. The confusion on his face melted away into that devilishly charming smile of his as he straightened up and closed the door behind him. Delia could already tell what was probably about to go down.

“Swiss! I was just…gathering your dirty laundry since it…it’s my turn to…to do that,” she stammered. She noticed how close the panties were to her chest and she lowered them, giggling nervously. 

“And you found my panties. I saw you sniffing them, you little weirdo,” Swiss crowed, stepping closer to her, his eyes glowing purple and that sweet smelling smoke curling from the corners of his mouth. 

“Oh, you saw that? I was just…curious. I had to make sure they were yours,” Delia said, her face growing hot from embarrassment. She was in deep shit now. He wasn’t going to let her forget about this anytime soon.

Swiss walked up to tower over her with a playful growl. She looked up at him, trying her hardest to be brave, but the way he stared her down with hunger in her eyes made her feel smaller than usual. 

He took the panties from her with ease and held them up as if inspecting them for any damage. He was so close to her now. The smell of cherries, vanilla, and that smoke was just so intoxicating and made her want more. She inched closer and he held up a finger with a growl, stopping her.

“Hands off of what’s not yours, princess,” he grumbled.

“I’m sorry, love. I was just curious. Is there anything I can do to make you forgive me?” She asked, brainstorming different ideas.

“Give me your panties.”

“Okay. I’ll go up and get some for you after I-”

“Now. I want what you’re wearing right now.”

Delia froze, her heart skipping a beat. She still had the laundry to do, but it could wait for a few hours. 

“Are you gonna be a weirdo and sniff them?” She asked, stepping away from him to go sit on his bed.

“Absolutely. I might even keep them if they fit,” Swiss chuckled. 

“You can try, but my ass is fatter than yours, love. It’ll slip right off you,” Delia chimed, pulling up her robes to show her black panties. 

“I’ll make it work,” Swiss purred, crouching in front of her with a hungry look in his eyes. Delia blushed as she reached down and slowly slipped her panties off for him. The ghoul never took his eyes off her. His purrs were so loud and his tail began to twitch.

“Here you go, love. I hope it’s to your liking,” Delia said, tossing the panties to him. 

They landed on his horns and the two of them burst into laughter. Tears were streaming down Delia’s face as she laughed and laid back on the bed. She didn’t mean for them to land on his horns like that, but it did and it was fucking hilarious. 

“You’re a fucking riot, princess,” Swiss laughed, pocketing the panties and going to lay by her side. 

“No, you are. You looked so goofy with my panties on your horns,” Delia giggled.

“Guess we should do that more often then,” Swiss said, wrapping his arms around her and nuzzling her neck. He wrapped his tail around her leg, keeping her in place. 

“We could, but then I’d run out of panties.”

“You don’t need them. Better for me to fuck you anywhere,” the ghoul purred, pulling up the edge of her robes, making her shiver in delight when his fingers brushed against her sensitive skin.

“You know what, you’re right. You’re so smart, love,” Delia said, pecking him on the cheek while opening her legs for him. 

“Hell yeah I am.”

She was definitely going to get lectured by Sister Imperator or another older sibling of sin for not getting the ghoul’s laundry done in time, but that was something she could do later. She had more important matters to attend to.

#the band ghost #ghost band #nameless ghouls #swiss ghoul #fanfiction

[9firefly9]

can you write kaz x jesper if kaz gets a sensory overload and jesper finds him and helps him?

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We’re not alone

So I’ve never experienced a sensory overload and I’ve never seen someone experiencing one, so I wasn’t entirely sure what I was doing throughout this entire fanfiction lol. So I apologize if this is very wrong. I did really like trying to write the fanfiction though! So thank you for sending it to me 😊! I know you asked for Kaz x Jesper but this fic kinda went off and did it’s own thing without my permission, so it’s not as ‘lovey-dovey’ between the two of them as I was planning to do, so sorry about that 😅. I hope you enjoy it anyways!

How did I get here? How could this happen to me? I think bitterly, as I stare at where my skin was touched.

I could feel my laboured breaths becoming faster and faster as I began to panic. People were everywhere. Somehow I had found myself in the middle of a crowd when only a few moments ago there was almost no one around me.

I could feel their shoulders bumping mine. Skin touching my skin.

It felt like their hands were rapping around me. Choking me.

It felt like my entire body was screaming at me to get out. It was too much. Everything is too much!

Their laughs are like needles jabbing into my brain.

I needed to get out of here!

I remember running to the nearest place I could get to that would provide me with privacy. That just so happened to be the bathrooms inside The Crow Club.

The lights inside seem so bright. Realistically I knew that all the lights were turned off and that the only light was a gentle glow from the stained window, but it felt like it was mocking me as I pressed my hands over my eyes to block the light.

I pressed my body against the cold walls of the bathroom and sighed as the cold helped slow my racing heart a bit.

As I let out a shaky breath, I drag my body down the wall and curl into myself as tightly as I can. Begging myself to calm down.

Why can’t I just be normal? Why can’t I be like everyone else?

Why can’t I touch my friends? Why can’t I touch Inej? Why am I so weak compared to everyone else!

I can feel my eyes burn with tears as my thoughts begin to spiral.

“Kaz?” Called a voice, pulling me out of my thoughts.

I can feel panic clawing at my chest. My heart feels like it’s going to explode.

No. No. No! Nobody can see me like this! Please, please, just go away!

“Kaz, are you okay?” A concerned voice spoke from the doorway of the bathroom, and I realized the voice belonged to Jesper.

I opened my mouth to tell him to go away but no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t make any words come out.

I can feel sweat coating my forehead as I realize there was no way to get out of this. No way to make Jesper go away. No way to pretend I’m fine when I’m not.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Jesper asked reaching out for me.

“NO!” I scream and scramble backwards feeling my head thump against the bathroom wall, not caring as pain seeps into the back of my head. “Don’t touch me. Don’t touch me. Don’t touch me…” I repeat over and over again, unable to stop.

I briefly see the hurt look on Jesper’s face and instantly feel guilty but I can’t stop.

He knows not to touch me. But I still see the look of hurt on his face everytime I avoid his touch.

I press my head to my knees as I bring my knees even closer to my chest.

I hear Jesper sigh and hear ruffling from beside me.

When I look up I see Jesper sat beside me, with his head resting against the wall and his eyes closed.

I feel myself begin to smile as I realize he’s not going to push me to talk or ask questions. He just wants to keep me company.

I look over at the window and immediately regret it. The light feels like it’s burning into my eyes. I quickly bury my head in my knees as my head begins to ache. From the light or from me smacking my head against the wall earlier, I’m not sure.

As I feel myself begin to panic again I hear soft taps against the floor, accompanied by soft humming.

My eyebrows furrow in confusion as I turn my head to the side and see it’s Jesper. His voice is actually quite nice.

It’s comforting.

I let out a sigh of relief when I realize some of my panic has gone away. When I see the distance between us and realize that no one is touching me.

We sit there not talking, not looking at each other. We just sit there in the comfort that we’re not alone.

#9firefly9 #fanfic #fanfiction #writing #fic writing #happy ending #a bit of light angst #six of crows #kaz and jesper #kaz brekker #jesper fahey #jesper x kaz #panic attack #sensory overload #requested #We’re not alone