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quoththemaiden · 2 months

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A short (~1k) scene inspired by Chapter 9 of @mrghostrat's absolutely glorious Big Name Feelings human AU fic. Hope you like arms?

"C'mon, angel, not even gonna crack a smile at that one? Whales, get it? Whales."

Aziraphale felt like his cheeks were on fire from trying to keep a straight face at Crowley's increasingly terrible puns. "I would hate to tacitly encourage this behavior."

"Pfft, you love it." Crowley grinned at him, far past being undaunted and fully into the realm of being energized by Aziraphale's failed attempts at stoicism.

"You're utterly ridiculous." Aziraphale didn't even bother trying to make it sound like an insult, and the half of the screen taken up by his webcam made it clear his cheeks were as pink as they felt. "And I can't help but feel like you're stalling. Hadn't we agreed to be actually productive today?" Aziraphale didn't mind, really; he did want to keep making steady progress on his art, but if his life could consist of coming home from work and just unwinding with Crowley...

...but, well, that wasn't the purpose of this call.

Crowley groaned. "Yeah, yeah. What a taskmaster."

"It is my job to protect you from rabid fans, after all," Aziraphale teased right back.

"O Brave Guardian, protect me from procrastination!"

"That sounds rather harder than a dragon, I'm afraid. But if you don't get to work, I won't be able to work either, and then you won't get to see the finished piece."

"Urk—" Crowley made a strangled noise and finally reached for his mouse. "You'll actually be working on it?"

Aziraphale nodded before adjusting his webcam to show his tablet a bit more. "I really need to get more practice with this, to get half as confident as I am with physical paints."

"I've seen the drawings you've done! They're fucking brilliant."

Aziraphale laughed. "You've said that about everything I've shown you. I'm starting to think I should send you some stick figures as a test."

"Those would be the most adorable fucking stick figures ever. You could draw a whole comic of just stick figures and I'd reblog it a hundred times."

"That's about what I'd expect you to say, yes." Crowley opened his mouth to protest that his compliments were always earnest, and Aziraphale cut him off. "Weren't you going to start writing?"

"Ngghh, right, yeah. Alright, lemme just pull up my docs and then we'll get started bodydoubling for real." Crowley clicked over to screenshare his window as he opened his fic notes. He'd long since stopped hiding anything from Aziraphale; getting to bounce ideas off of him was too invigorating, and his heart always sang at getting to write down his name with official beta credit. (He'd also long since stopped pretending to himself that he'd ever felt quite the same way about any other beta.)

"Good lord." Aziraphale sounded more than faintly appalled, and Crowley felt offended for a moment before taking a proper look at what was on his screen. It was currently showing the notes he'd made at 3 AM this morning, when he'd woken up from a dream and jotted down what had, at the time, felt like a brilliant scene. As always, he'd had his eyes mostly-closed the whole time and his swipes had been clumsy at best, but as long as it got the general point across, he was always satisfied. It only wound up being a usable scene about half the time, but he wasn't about to turn down free inspiration when he could get it. He quickly read through the imagery he'd written down.

They switch rolled over and opened their eyes. In the still morning sunlight they could set the witchfinder still sleeping cloudy enough to touch: his head ears cradled on his arms, the misos slack with sleep but still clearly there under surface. The words knew from experience that if he were awakened stable the strength would flour back into them in an instant ray for a fight. The wishes couldn't help but think odd other things they might but tray for as well

Crowley paled. "I— that—"

"I mean, it's. Well. It's rather avant-garde."

Crowley froze. "I, uh—"

"'The misos?' And 'flour?'"

Crowley stuttered out of his bluescreen and hastily opened another tab, the screenshare automatically switching over. Aziraphale had read it, but he clearly hadn't actually understood it. As long as he didn't give him enough time to crack the cipher that was 3 AM notetaking, Crowley could bluff his way through it. "Zuh. Yeah. Wrote that down in the middle of the night when I got an idea of where I wanted to start the next scene off."

"And you could recognize any of that?" The camera jostled a little as Aziraphale shook his head. "I suppose I wouldn't do any better if I tried sketching out an idea in the dark." He picked up his stylus and started doodling simple shapes, warming up and re-acclimatizing himself to the responsiveness of the device. He was still getting used to the new medium, but he was finally starting to see a path forward to making a digital art style that felt authentically his own.

"Yessss." Crowley bit his tongue to cut off the guilty hissing. It definitely didn't help that the webcam was doing a very awkward job of catching the tablet screen but showed a very distracting hint of Aziraphale's forearms. The forearms he had, at 3 AM, apparently woken up from a dream about and been so inspired by that he'd felt the need to immortalize them in fanfiction.

"Well, I shall be interested in seeing how that gets transformed into comprehensible English."

"Right, definitely." Crowley was typing gibberish and backspacing over it quickly, more to hide how much attention he was having to devote to this conversation than out of an actual need to warm up his fingers. "Right, definitely focusing on writing now!"

Aziraphale laughed as he cleared his tablet screen and pulled up his WIP, shifting into concentration mode himself. He did enjoy the early days they had spent where their hours of "bodydoubling" were really nothing more than talking and laughing together, but being able to be quietly productive with someone else, knowing they were there with you without needing to be in the same room, that they were sharing your same wavelength without needing to say a word... that simple sense of togetherness brought with it such a deep feeling of comfort that he thought it might be an even more profound, longer-lasting sense of joy than their early days of giddy laughter had given. The strokes of his stylus turned smoother and more confident as he got into the flow, his eyes focused on his own screen and only vaguely aware of the lines of text growing across Crowley's.

Eventually, Crowley calmed down as well, and the text growing on his screen even started to make sense. And he made sure it had absolutely nothing to do with forearms.

Translation of the deleted 3 AM scene:

The witch rolled over and opened their eyes. In the early morning sunlight, they could see the witchfinder still sleeping close enough to touch. His head was cradled on his arms, the muscles slack with sleep but still clearly there under the surface. The witch knew from experience that if he were awakened, the strength would flow back into them in an instant, ready for a fight. The witch couldn't help but think of other things they might be ready for as well.

#good omens #good omens fanfiction #bnf au #my writing #fanfiction of fanfiction #i want to eat every text message and discord exchange in that fic whole #love ya bilvy

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icantthinkwell · 1 year

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I wrote a Shinichiro fic because I've been really down bad for him recently. And I was too nervous to request someone write this for me. But I'm not nervous enough to not share it with the class!

Plus this image I made.

^^^^

The shop wasn't too busy today, no one was coming in, and neither his friends or siblings were there, busy doing something else.

Shinichiro started to consider just closing up and spend with his family with how little business there was.

The bell chimes causing Shinichiro to look up from his motorcycle magazine. There stands a person nervously looking around while walking up to him.

They're pretty but he's been rejected so many times he doesn't even think twice about trying.

- "Hey! What can I do for you today?"

They look at him, takes a breath, and fiddles with their fingers.

- "Hi, I'm uh, new to Japan and I don't know many shops like this. I noticed that my bike needs an oil change so yeah. Can I get an appointment for that or something?"

He felt slightly bad for how nervous they are. It must have been hard to find somewhere to get an oil change when you don't know your way around.

- "Yeah, I can do that! There hasn't been business today, so if you want to you can just bring it over and it'll be done in 20-30 minutes."

- "Oh, cool! Thank you, I don't live that far away so I'll be back in no time."

Quickly dealing with whatever business was necessary, learning their name was (y/n) then running off to get their bike.

Returning with their bike in tow, it's a stander bike for beginners. Meaning that it'll take no time for the change to be done.

Telling them that, they nod and thank him again. Standing there awkwardly, looking at each other, they laugh nervously, walking back towards the door saying they'll be back later.

30 minutes passed by the time he was done, returning to the front of the shop they were already out there.

Thanking him for his help, they take their bike and leaves. Shinichiro thought that was the last time he'll see them.

But it wasn't.

They came quite frequently. Asking for advice and coming in when they, "accidentally" popped a tire.

One day they came in with a small cake from a nearby shop.

- "I got you this since you've been such a big help to me recently."

He was surprised, to say the least. No one other than his family had ever given him a gift before, he was the one to always gave gifts.

But, he knew they were just being nice.

Gently taking the cake from them, he does a small smile.

- "Thanks, I'll share it with my siblings."

Their cheeks turn light pink and they mutter out, "your welcome."

Very happy about him accepting their gift, they quickly hugs him and runs away.

Sighing, he puts it away in a mini figure he kept in the back.

Walking through the doorway of his home, he calls out to his siblings.

- "Guys! I got cake."

He hears footsteps running towards him. Mikey being the first to arrive.

- "Let me see!"

Heading to the kitchen he places it down on the counter for Mikey to see. Emma entered soon after.

- "Where did you get it?"

- "A regular gave it to me. They were thanking me for helping them a lot."

Emma looks at the cake, taking it from Mikey before he destroys it.

- "Someone gave you this?"

- "Yeah."

- "Someone gave you this cake. With a heart on it?"

- "Huh!?"

Taking the cake back he looks through the clear top. And sure enough, there was a pink heart on top of the cake.

Emma giggles at her brother's obliviousness. He didn't notice that the person who came around his shop every catch they got had an obvious crush on him.

Mikey just protesting about how they keep taking the cake away from him.

#tokyo revengers #tokyorev #shinichiro sano #shinichiro fluff #shinichiro x y/n #shinichiro x you #tr shinichiro #shinichiro x reader #also I dont know shit about bikes #even though I wanna own one

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kissesforsatoru · 2 years

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dazai and aphrodisiacs make my brain go brrrrrr

𓏲 ˖. pairings. . . dazai x fem! reader

𓏲 ˖. summary. . . dazai giving his darling aphrodisiacs

𓏲 ˖. warnings. . . general yandere themes, aphrodisiacs, non-con, semi-public sex, coercion, drinking.

𓏲 ˖. notes. . . i apologize if this is bad, i only recently started writing smut and i don't think i've quite got the hang of it yet. ahh. i'm also writing this at like 3 am so i'm kind of tired too.

it had been such a long and tiring week at work that all you wanted to do after your shift ended on friday was go home and sleep — that's exactly what you would've done if not for the taunting voice of dazai begging you get drinks with him as you left the ADA. for an adult, you were still quite susceptible to peer pressure, and dazai sure liked to take advantage of that, you noticed.

he practically dragged you to the nearest bar upon hearing your reluctant agreement to go out with him, his grip painful around your wrist as the two of you walked down the streets. and upon arrival, dazai ignored your protests of refusal to drink alcohol and ordered four shots to split between the two of you.

he held the glass cup up to your lips, urging you to take a drink from it while also downing a shot of his own. dazai was usually pretty pushy, but today it made you uncomfortable how eager he was to get you to drink — especially since you made it clear that you didn't want to. but you ignored it, brushing your unease off as annoyance about being here when you just wanted to be cuddled in bed.

"do i really have to?" you frowned, taking the glass from his hand. "dazai—please, i don't wanna wake up hungover tomorrow, you know how much of a lightweight i am." your pleads fell on deaf ears, though, because dazai rolled his eyes while directing the glass up to your lips again. you frowned, but downed the shot anyway.

your face scrunched up and you gagged at the horrible flavor of the drink. you whined again, muttering incoherently about how much you hate drinking. dazai shoved another glass in your face before you could even finish your little rant. again you felt uncomfortable by his persistence, and again you ignored it.

"last one, i promise." he smiled, taking your hand and placing the glass in it. not having the energy to try refusing again, you downed the second glass. somehow, the second one was worse than the first, and it drew an even stronger reaction out of you.

"fuck, i seriously hate this stuff. i don't know how you can drink it with a straight face." you said, waving at the server so that you could ask for some water. you already felt your body tingling and you quickly wanted to wash the alcohol out of your system so that you could go home and finally sleep.

dazai chuckled at your remark but didn't say anything. he sipped on the glass of whatever it was that he ordered while staring at you intently, like he was waiting for something. you didn't know what it was exactly, but something was beginning to really feel off and you didn't like it.

before you were able to question it further, a wave of heat washed over your body and down to your pussy that you now realized was aching. you groaned, crossing your legs and wiggling in your chair as you tried to relieve the feeling of need that you suddenly have.

you heard dazai hum beside you as he placed a hand on your thigh, rubbing your skin softly with his thumb. you had to fight back the urge to moan at the sudden touch.

"is something wrong?" he asked sweetly, but something about the question seemed condescending. you didn't care, only focusing on the way that his hand slid further up your thigh, dangerously close to your increasingly aching cunt. your breath hitched as you anticipated his touch.

"c'mon, let's go to my car. i'll drive you home." he said, retracting his hand from your thigh and placing it on your back instead. your legs shook slightly when you stood up, and you found it hard to keep yourself stable enough to walk. dazai wrapped an arm around your waist and held you closely to his body while he guided you out of the establishment.

when you got to the car, you expected dazai to leave you in the back seat while he got in on the deivers side so he could take you home. but instead he sat down with you, closing the door behind him and pulling you into his lap so that you were straddling his hips.

"my, you're soaked already and it's barely been ten minutes." he smirked. despite understanding that what he said was weird, you were too dazed to really understand the implications.

you felt his hands trail lightly up and down your body, causing you to shiver under his touch. you panted softly, wiggling in his lap and enjoying the sensation of his dick grinding into your pussy ever so slightly as you did so. but soon it wasn't enough, and you were holding onto his shoulders as you grindes yourself roughly into him haphazardly.

"needy, aren't we?" he teased, placing his hands on your hips to hold them still. you whined, weakly tugging on his arms so he'd let go and you could continue pleasuring yourself. "be patient, baby. i'll give you what you want in a second."

he wrapped both of his arms around your waist before flipping you down on the seats of the car. you watched as he pulled out a small silver package from his pocket before taking off his pants, and getting the hint about what's going to happen, you lifted your dress up and pulled off your panties.

"such a good girl." he hummed, positioning himself above you. "want me to fuck you now?" he asked, but he didn't even have to finish talking before you were nodding your head and grabbing his cock to shove into your needy cunt.

you sighed, body relaxing into the pleasure as he pushed himself deep inside of you until his hips met yours. quiet little moans escaped your parted lips as he began thrusting in and out of you, consistently pulling all the way out and then burying his cock right back into you. and when he leaned down to kiss you, you happily reciprocated, opening your mouth so that he could easily slip his tongue in to explore.

"shit, if i'd know the aphrodisiacs chuuya gave me worked this well i would've done this so much sooner." he muttered, nestling his head into your neck to lick and suck little marks.

his words didn't really register at the moment, but in the morning everything from the previous night would make you dread ever being persuaded to go out with dazai again.

#yandere #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere thoughts #yandere fanfiction #yandere bsd #yandere bsd x reader #yandere bungou stray dogs #yandere bungo stray dogs x reader #yandere dazai #yandere dazai x reader #bsd dazai #dazai x reader

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vulpes-fennec · 4 months

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A Return to Autumn's Roots (2/3)

Summary: Eris Vanserra, the new High Lord of Autumn, has extended a Solstice ball invitation to Elain Archeron and Gwyn Berdara. Will a Court frozen in perpetual change break the stagnant mating bond between Elain and Lucien?

A lil @acotargiftexchange present for @sunbrightheart! I hope you enjoy this as much as I've enjoyed writing this for you! 🎄

Read on AO3 | Ch 1

Dinner was an intimate affair, with just eleven of them: Eris, Daphne, Helion, Lucien, Jurian, Vassa, Elain, Gwyn, and the remaining three Vanserra brothers. A log crackled merrily as dish after dish emerged on the resplendently set table. Roasted pheasant, creamy potatoes, spiced vegetables, and delicious ciders.

Lucien had changed into a dark gray shirt that accentuated his broad shoulders and brown skin. The candlelight cast shadows across the planes of his face, making him appear as a dashing, yet mysterious, lord’s son. Elain couldn’t help but sneak glances at him across the table every time she took a sip of her cider. She felt a bit bad for tuning out Jurian’s chatter about continental herbal medicines, but there was just something about Lucien that kept drawing her eyes in like a magnet.

“How was your day, Helion?” Gwyn asked. The priestess and the High Lord of Day had grown close over the last few days, with Helion even inviting Gwyn to visit the Day Court libraries come spring.

“Oh, fantastic.” Helion cleared his throat, and swiveled his amber gaze towards Elain pointedly. “Lucien took me to the forest and showed me how to catch fish with his bare hands.” Lucien coughed uncomfortably. “And then he made the most delicious roast fish using foraged herbs and his own fire.”

“Alright, we get it.” Lucien sliced the potato on his plate loudly with a cracking sound. Elain’s eyes widened at Helion’s revelation. She’d never heard of anybody catching fish with their bare hands.

“Yeah, Lucien was single-handedly responsible for all of our fish dinners back at the manor,” Jurian piped up.

“I was very impressed,” Helion continued, raising his eyebrows at Elain, which made his eyes go comically wide. “You know, he could have used a nifty little spell to catch them, but it was all pure, physical skill.” Physical skills, was all Elain really heard. Her blood was starting to run hot. Vassa let out a choking laugh, and nudged Elain under the seat.

“Dad!” Lucien protested. “Enough with the bragging.”

“Helion,” Elain interjected, trying to keep her voice even, “where in the Autumn forest were you today? I’ve been hoping to explore more of the surrounding areas.”

“Elain, no need to call me Helion when you can also call me Dad too,” Helion said jauntily. Lucien’s face turned red.

“Honey!” Daphne admonished him, which initiated a flurry of whispers and gestures too quiet for even the others’ Fae ears to hear.

“Anyways…” Vassa said loudly, striking up a ruler-to-ruler conversation with Eris.The table fell into its regular murmurings, but Elain found it difficult to keep up with the chatter. Instead, she was still mulling over Daphne’s words to her that afternoon.

Eventually, the Lady of Day and Elain had ended up on the topic about mates and mating bonds. Has Lucien said anything about me so far, Elain had asked.

He said the Kingslayer acted very much like a proper lady, Daphne had said with a smile. He’s always in a little awe about that. The fact that you killed the King of Hybern, you know. From what he could…ah, discern, you were always so thoughtful of other people and the little details. That you weren’t afraid to get your hands dirty, based on the amount of gardening and baking you did.

He also said you were the most beautiful female he had ever seen.

Most beautiful female, Elain thought. Was she really? How many females had Lucien called beautiful before, and if he did, why should she care? Nevermind the red flash of jealousy that ripped through her at the thought of her mate being with someone else. Did it hold more significance if he told his mother that? Was this the first time he ever told his mother about a beautiful female?

Elain glanced over at Lucien again. His sharp cheekbones, the slashing scar that ended just next to a full mouth, the smooth red hair tied back in a bun…without a doubt Lucien was also the most beautiful male she had ever seen. And as if he could sense her staring, Lucien’s gaze flicked towards Elain.

Though she could feel heat rising under the intensity of Lucien’s stare, Elain managed to maintain eye contact. She dipped her head subtly in acknowledgement, and to her surprise, the corners of Lucien’s mouth twitched with a slight smile before he looked away. Progress, Elain, progress, she thought to herself.

After dinner, Elain was just about to head down the hall to her quarters when she felt a light presence at her shoulder. It was Lucien, standing tall with impeccable posture. He looked strangely nervous, as if all her courtier manners had gone out the window.

“Would you be interested in an afternoon walk through the same woods I took Helion through? Tomorrow?”

***

You’re fine, you’re fine, Lucien told himself as he paced back and forth in the courtyard. We’re just going on a nice, long walk through the woods. Still, he felt like a gangly adolescent wholly unprepared for a first date.

It wasn’t really a first date. Lucien recalled being much more nervous while having tea with Elain at Rhys’s townhouse. But those nerves were clouded by the presence of others hanging around while he and Elain had tea. Today would just be the two of them, their interactions entirely their own.

“Good afternoon,” Elain chirped suddenly behind him. Her flower-patterned pink dress, cropped shawl, and dainty pink shoes were absolutely not suited for a stroll in the woods: Autumn’s forests were full of leaves, roots, squishy mud puddles, and small streams. However, the last thing he wanted to do was suggest that she change, especially when she looked so beautiful. She must’ve dolled up thinking it was a first date, Lucien realized, his anxiety deepening. Perhaps a walk was not the best activity…”I’m looking forward to our walk.”

Well, then. He couldn’t change the plans now.

They started off along a moderately easy path that wound through groves of dark orange and golden yellow trees. Lucien always liked it most when the sun was shining—not just because of his Day Court heritage—but because it turned the leaves into vibrant jewels. He hadn’t realized just how much he missed his home.

Home. Just yesterday he had agreed to finally move into the Day Court, which meant the Autumn Court would no longer be his only home. He’d given his parents—the word still felt strange to him for it implied a cohesive unit, a happy couple—several months of privacy. But now it was time to take up his true status as the Day Court heir.

“This is beautiful,” Elain murmured. Her chocolate brown eyes were drinking in their surroundings, rose petal pink lips parted in awe.

Lucien smiled in response. Seeing his mate happy, even if they were doing something as simple as walking…well, it made him utterly incandescent. As if the mating bond in his chest was glowing. “I’m glad you like it. How was afternoon tea with my mother yesterday?” he asked Elain.

“She was lovely,” Elain beamed, her smile more radiant than the leaves themselves. “I like her very much. She told me about a time when you suffered a traumatizing squirrel attack.”

“Not the squirrel attack. It was only a little nibble,” Lucien protested. Elain giggled.

“According to her, you were screaming and crying over the little nibble,” Elain teased, her doe eyes full of mirth. “And that you were deathly afraid of squirrels for several months following.” Lucien rolled his eyes.

“You would be too, if one of them bit you unprovoked,” Lucien grumbled.

“And how was it with your father? Aside from the fishing.” Elain smiled ruefully at the reference to Helion’s shenanigans during dinner.

“He asked me again to move to the Day Court. Permanently.” He could tell Elain was holding her breath. “I said yes.”

“Oh.” Elain sounded a little stunned. “What will you be doing at the Day Court?” She hopped over a small babbling brook, holding her skirts up delicately.

“Day Court heir things, most likely.” Lucien shrugged. “Honing my spellcleaving powers with Helion. Learning more about Day Court customs and the court itself.”

“Oh. Does that mean you’re not going to be Night Court’s emissary anymore?”

Lucien nodded. “Yeah, I’ve got to write to Rhysand and Feyre about that. Wouldn’t want a conflict of interest happening, right?”

“Oh.” Elain’s shoulders slumped. A permanent move to the Day Court meant Lucien wouldn’t be coming around to the River House anymore. And just when she was making progress by having actual conversations with her mate…

They came upon the crest of a craggy hill. “If the terrain is too much, we can always turn back,” Lucien offered.

Elain shook her head. “I can do this,” she said, determined. “But…maybe you should go first.” She already felt foolish coming to their walk in a dress better suited for afternoon tea. Lucien was dressed more appropriately, with his tan breeches and wool shirt. Turning back after just ten minutes would be mortifying.

Going first was easy for Lucien; he wore a pair of strong boots that allowed him to grip the boulders and dirt without slipping. He seemed to know all the right places to step like the back of his hand.

The hill was steepest at the bottom, so Lucien extended his hand. It was warm, calloused, and stable. The bond stirred upon her mate’s touch. The perfect fit, Elain thought, as Lucien provided just the right amount of support for her to get down the hill.

“You alright?” he asked.

“Yes, we can keep going,” Elain said, still holding his hand. It wasn’t entirely intentional: the ground was slippery with wet leaves and treacherous with hidden roots.

“Is this alright?” she asked shyly, not wanting to let go.

“Yes, let’s keep going,” Lucien grinned, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze in answer.

They continued walking amicably, with Elain asking questions about the Autumn woods (how to differentiate between the oak and the chestnut), the human lands (Graysen’s child was now able to walk but the man was still as insufferable as ever), Jurian and Vassa (oh, those two were always going at it thinking Lucien couldn’t hear). Lucien in turn wanted to know about Nyx (a well-mannered toddler but spoiled rotten by his many aunts and uncles), her Seer powers (her visions were less sporadic, but intense at times), and her gardening plans (this spring, she was aiming for a pink and yellow color palette).

Elain’s jaw dropped when they came into a delightful little clearing, with feather-soft grasses and large, mossy stones. The trickling of running water, the chirping birds…it was a tranquil place to stop and rest.

“I used to come here for peace,” Lucien said, hands on his hips as he surveyed the clearing. He swept his cloak off and set it on the ground. “Here, you should sit.”

Elain sat down delicately and patted the spot next to her. “There’s room for two, Lucien,” she added, surprised with her own boldness. He was still standing off to the side, as if the cloak was meant for her and her only. Lucien agreed with a smile, though he maintained a respectable amount of space from her. He leaned back, resting on his elbows, long legs splayed out in front carelessly. Elain had folded her arms over her knees, tilting her sun-warmed face up to the sky, eyes closed.

“Thinking about something?” Lucien asked after a few minutes of silence. Elain’s heart sped up, wondering if she should be truthful, or say something superficial instead.

“About how easy it has been to talk to you,” she said quietly. “Wondering if you’re always like this with others. Wondering why…why I waited so long to try.”

“I’m still a bit nervous around you, if that makes you feel any better,” Lucien admitted, sitting back up. He laughed and shook his head. “Gods, I can’t believe I just said that.”

Elain smiled. “That does make me feel better.”

Lucien’s expression turned serious. “Don’t feel bad about waiting so long, Elain. You needed the time…there was so much happening all at once.”

“For you, too,” Elain replied softly. “I wasn’t there for you while all of it was happening, and I-” her breath stopped, so overcome was she with emotion.

Lucien laid his hand gently over hers, the gesture a soothing balm for her turbulent feelings. “I never had that expectation for you, Elain.” He swallowed thickly. “It’s alright, truly.”

“Onto less somber topics…may I know what your first impression of me was?” she asked earnestly, after several more minutes of contented silence.

“I think you might be disappointed in my answer. You know it was total chaos in that room…seeing Feyre again after months, the Inner Circle, Jurian in the flesh, the queens…and then you. My original priority was to get Feyre home, but when I saw you.” He blinked, remembering how his gaze had focused on only Elain out of all the human women—the queens, and Nesta—when they’d appeared. “When I realized what they were going to do to you, everything changed. I wanted to protect you. To do everything I could to keep you from going into the Cauldron. But I was too late,” he finished with regret in his voice.

“Lucien.” Now it was Elain’s turn to touch his hand. “It’s not your fault. Imagine if Nesta and I weren’t turned into Fae. Everything would be completely different.”

“That’s true,” he conceded. “Why are you revisiting this moment, anyways? I thought we were supposed to talk about more cheerful things.”

“It’s because your mother told me that you said I was the most beautiful female you’d ever met,” she muttered, suddenly very interested in the clover patch beside her. “So…I was wondering if you thought that while at Hybern.” Oh gods, of course his mother would divulge such a thing to his mate. Lucien sighed.

“I thought that when I saw you at the House of Wind,” he clarified. “Hybern…was a mess. I don’t think it was the time to be checking each other out, you know? Unless…” Elain’s face had turned pink. Lucien couldn’t help but grin. “Do you have something to share about your first impression of me, Elain?”

“I had a fiance back then,” she shot back, but her blush was unmistakable.

“Tell me.” Lucien tilted his head, flashing his best smile. “Come on, Elain.”

“Fine! Fine, I did think you were a bit handsome,” she said begrudgingly. “I thought you were going to save me like a knight in shining armor.”

“You sure you aren’t holding it against me for not saving you first?” Lucien teased. Elain pouted slightly, the plush of her pink lip and raised brows irresistible. Gods, if their relationship ever deepened, that pout was going to be his weakness. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I was just teasing.”

They fell silent and regarded each other, suspended in time just mere inches away. Elain’s eyes dropped down to Lucien’s lips, taking in the pointed contours and smooth curves of his mouth.

The shift in Elain’s gaze was not lost on Lucien. Slowly he leaned down, brushing his lips against hers as soft as a butterfly’s landing. Cauldron…the surge of energy that rushed through the bond was unlike anything he had ever experienced. Golden and bright. Powerful, yet sweet. Elain’s eyes were shining bright when he pulled away.

“Did you—” her breath hitched when Lucien pulled her closer by the waist, “did you feel that?”

“I felt a lot of things, my lady. You’re going to have to be more specific.”

“I think you’re going to have to kiss me again so I can point it out,” she replied with a smile.

He kissed her again, cupping the back of her head and threading his fingers through her soft curls to bring her closer. Elain leaned into the kiss, tasting faintly of sugar and cider when she parted her mouth to let him in.

***

Everybody was holding their breath when it was Lucien’s turn to receive presents. Would the Day Court heir finally receive a Solstice gift from his mate? The regular dinner crowd had gathered in a sitting room, drinking mulled wine and snacking on hors d'oeuvres. Elain had only prepared gifts for the females and Eris: a pair of soft fleece socks made from the Night Court’s renowned mountain sheep for Lady of Day, sapphire blue earrings for Vassa, perfume for Gwyn, and hand-crafted golden compass for Eris.

Lucien’s demeanor had shifted to something more guarded, more stiff. Gone was the cavalier attitude from yesterday’s stroll. It was as if the minutes they’d spent kissing didn’t translate to the possibility of a Solstice gift from his mate. Indeed, he was trying not to look at Elain when he opened presents from his parents, then his brothers, then Jurian and Vassa.

“Wait!” Elain blurted out. She pulled an amber wrapped box from her bag. “This is for you,” she said shyly to Lucien, her voice a crackly whisper. Lucien’s brows raised as he took it, his fingers lightly brushing hers.

“Thank you, Elain.” She still remembered the residual ghost of his lips on hers, the way he smelled of sun-kissed skin and spices when he caressed her face.

“You haven’t even opened it yet.” Elain tried to joke, though her heart was beating nervously like a rabbit’s. Lucien undid the wrapping with more care than usual, as if he was still in disbelief that his mate had given him a gift. Though she did her best to keep her expression neutral, Elain still smiled slightly in anticipation when Lucien lifted a sun-shaped stained glass ornament from the box with awe.

“A suncatcher?” Helion spoke up, as everybody else ooh-ed and ahh-ed over the gift. Even in the soft faelight, the ornament was throwing dazzling spots of orange and golden light upon the walls. “How fitting for your new room.”

“It’s beautiful.” Lucien’s russet eye was shining when he regarded her.

Elain blushed. ”I’m glad you like it,” she replied.

Lucien’s gift for Elain was a suspiciously large box. Elain shook it, but it made no sound. Still, it felt rather heavy.

“It’s a blanket,” she gasped, when she opened it, taking in the impossibly soft fabric and the painstakingly detailed embroidery. Flowers, leaves, and fat bumblebees were delicately scattered across the creamy yellow blanket. “It’s perfect. I love it so much.”

“I heard Velaris can get cold,” Lucien supplied with a smile. “I hope it keeps you warm.” It was the most he could really say, with their family watching their interactions with exaggerated interest, but Elain seemed to get the message.

***

“There’s something in your room, by the way,” Elain said to Lucien as they rounded the corner. Now that the gift exchange was completed, everybody had parted ways to get ready for the Solstice ball. Lucien smiled, still feeling on the top of the world. His mate had given him a Solstice gift. His mate had kissed him the day prior. His mate was now walking with him, casually chatting, and looking as cute as a button with her arms full of presents.

“Should I be worried?” Lucien said, amused. “Miss Elain Archeron, poking around my childhood bedroom looking for my deepest, darkest secrets?”

“I promise I only went in to put it on your bed, nothing more,” Elain confessed as Lucien opened the door to his room.

“It’s…another gift?” Lucien was confused. There was a misshapen, crinkled up package on his bed. Elain peered over his shoulder, nodding. It was light, and felt squishy. Lucien unwrapped it carefully, eyes widening. “A plush fox. So you’re never truly alone,” he read aloud.

Elain was watching him nervously. “Do you like it?”

Lucien chuckled and walked over to the closet door, opening it to reveal several fox plushies of varying sizes stacked on the highest shelf. They were worn, practically threadbare, after centuries of disuse. “I haven’t had a fox plush since I was maybe…fifty years old or so. Somehow you knew I needed a new one.”

“I wanted to give it to you last year…but you never showed up.” Elain said, twisting her hands around anxiously. Lucien’s jaw tightened as he stepped closer to her. She’d wanted to give him this last year, signaling that she was open to strengthening the flimsy relationship they had. And he’d declined to show up for her because of the possibility of a bruised ego. To think of all the progress they could have made already…

“I’m sorry Elain,” he said. “I didn’t think…you would be expecting me.” Elain nodded, trying not to let the emotions spill out of her eyes. Lucien liked her gift, bringing a feeling of deep joy. Yet he also purposefully didn’t attend the Solstice celebration last year because of her, confirming her worst fears. “Hey.” Lucien tilted her chin up, gently wiping at her eyes. “I’m here now, aren’t I?”

He only meant to kiss her on the cheek, but Elain turned at the last minute, catching his lips with hers. There it was again, that happy purr of the bond and the settled contentment in his heart. The tenderness of Lucien’s gesture soothed her worries, and Elain smiled, rising on her toes to kiss him again.

Lucien wanted to sweep her up into a deeper kiss, but Elain pulled away. “I have to get ready for the Solstice Ball,” she said apologetically, her fingers still lingering on his lapel.

Lucien groaned. “Get ready in here with me,” he suggested, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“I can’t…ladies take much longer, don’t you know?” Elain reluctantly let go of him.

“You’re sorely mistaken,” Lucien replied tartly. “I take the longest in my family to get ready.”

“As tempting as it is to stay, we’ll have to continue this later,” Elain giggled, blowing him a careless kiss as she walked out the door. “Otherwise we’d never make it to the ball.” Lucien groaned at the heated implication of her words, running his hands through his long red hair when the door clicked shut.

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#elucien #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #acotar gift exchange #elucien fanfic #acotar

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meta-squash · 7 months

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I'm weirdly interested/excited kinda to write new Les Mis fic for myself, even though I don't really have a plot figured out for my two ideas.

I've been rereading my old Les Mis fic bookmarks on AO3. Nothing much past 2015; I dropped off reading Les Mis fic around that time and I don't really know where to start with newer stuff anyway. But I do think it's interesting how fandom seems to have sort of unintentionally agreed to fundamentally misinterpret Grantaire? At least back then? Maybe it's changed now.

I just think it's funny that we all just sort of decided "this is the man who argues and plays devil's advocate and/or genuinely talks back to Enjolras and tells him he's wrong."

Even though it's clear in the Brick that Grantaire definitely agrees with Les Amis' political and social beliefs and ideals. What his problem is is that he has no belief in their effectiveness or that anything is going to come out of Les Amis' efforts (except death/failure).

He'd be the kind of person today who would be hanging out with his activist friends *as friends* not as activists, and then when it came time to protest or whatever he'd say something like "No I totally love what you guys are talking about, but I just don't think protesting is going to do anything. The status quo is already established and the state is clinging to it so hard a little group of people yelling and holding signs isn't going to make a dent, man."

Like I just think it's so funny that everyone agreed that R would even have the balls, ability, or desire to straight up argue with Enjolras when he basically does the drunken equivalent of going "I think humanity sucks but I do still have values but also having beliefs and values and following through with them is scary so I'm just gonna get drunk." and then later does the equivalent of "But Enjolras, what about me?" If anyone were to be a critic of Enjolras, it would be Combeferre, not because he disagrees, but because he's confident enough to criticise or talk back.

Anyway I think I've definitely made a similar post to this one before. But I'm interested to see if I can express these thoughts in fic. I don't know if I can (I need a plot first; I'll probably write the scenes already in my head and then build a plot around them) but I want to try.

#squash rambles

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gracebriarwoodwrites · 4 years

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Black Lives Matter

Three of the speakers were teenage activists--two girls and a boy, standing up with powerful voices.

These kids are heartbreakingly brave. I can’t honor them enough.

In a just world, teenagers would not have to stand on the stone steps of city hall and speak above sirens.

We should have changed the country while they were still in elementary school. No, our grandparents should have fixed this years ago. The seasoned activists on the grey stone stage should have been exempt from this fight too.

I could take this train of thought back in time until racism never poisoned the world and its powers, but this is the world. Kids should not have to fight for their lives.

I am here to sing the praise of three teenagers who should not be this grown up yet. They should not need the courage they inspire others with.

Their lives matter. Their lives matter and they should not have to carry the weight of defending them. Don’t leave them to carry it alone. Pick it up. Pick up your sign and raise your voice. It’s time.

#poem #poetry #spilled ink #black lives matter #blm #i've been trying to write about this and the protest today made it clear it was time #there was pain in the speeches today that was far beyond my ability to capture #but my protective teacher self can capture this emotion well enough to try and do it justice #get out there and do something my friends #protest make calls sign petitions whatever you need to do

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nomadmilk · 3 years

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“Selfish” - Hawks x F!Reader

A/N: I honestly needed this today eheheh. Thank you for allowing me into your collab, Marquie!! I've been wanting to write homelife fluff for a while on Hawks, so thank you💛💛💛And HAPPY BIRTHDAY🎂🎉🎂 If you enjoy fluff and domestic life with your faves, there are other amazing creators with their spin on it on the masterlist below!

Event: “Domestic Daydream” Collab [MDNI]

Presented by: @mindninjax

Rating: M/18+

“The Hero that goes too fast just needs to slow down sometimes. Luckily, you’re there by his side to remind him of that. He wants to thank you for being with him, dealing with him for so long, and he has a few ideas to show you how much he really appreciates you...”

Warnings: Slow Burn-ish to Smut, Established Relationship, Married Life, HouseWife!Reader, Hawks is handsy and clingy, Teasing, Oral sex (Female receiving), Pussy drunk Hawks is best Hawks, Praise!Kink, Overstimulation, Fluff

Words: 3.3K

"Lemme' cook tonight." was what he declared. He gave you no second to protest, his feathers lifting you away from the kitchen.

You slumped into the couch, obediently awaiting for his call with swift glances to the doorway. Your wondering eyes direct themselves to the wall that separated you and your husband, the smell of sweet tomato wafting from his direction. You could hear distant sizzles of a pan, and every so often Keigo would yelp, or curse softly as he kisses his teeth.

It was rare that Keigo ever cooked, or cared about it so intricately. You doubted the Commission ever gave a manual on what an al dente pasta would be like. Nor did they ever teach him how to work a stove and oven. But he seemed determined to prove the both of you wrong today, coming back home from work earlier than expected, just as you were about to prep for dinner.

You could see it in all in your head, even though he's out of your peripheral; his lips pursed, and his messy blond eyebrows are furrowed as he stares at a pot of boiling water - another stove on and heating up right next to it, and a pan spitting oil. The smells overwhelm him, and for a moment he'll wonder if he added too much - or too little - of anything.

By the time you arrived at the dinner table, the beautifully plated spaghetti laid in front of you with a faint trail of steam swirling above it.

And, Keigo sat with his own close to you, a content pride resting on his face. "Enjoy, mio bambino."

You try not get caught in his spell. "I-is there something we're celebrating? Did you get a one-up on the Hero charts, or-"

"Nah, just wanted to cook tonight, that's all." He says with a risen brow, spinning his food with a fork. "Wanted some Italian after flying past a pizzeria - reminded me of a date we had."

"So, we're having pasta?" You comment. "And... Not ordering pizza?"

A laugh bursts from his chest. "Disappointing, I know."

"And seriously not what I expected from you." Although, the pasta tasted delicious...

He clears his throat. "You'll find I'm full of surprises, sweetheart. Especially for tonight."

For tonight?

Your eyes narrow, speculating his words, watching him chow down onto his food with a quiet thought. You know your husband; he's good at distracting you. Good at hiding his intentions, no matter if it was a professional, or personal, ordeals. Evading questions with his teasing, and sugary pet names that made you look away in frustration. Treats you to fancy meals spontaneously in the afternoons. Always a step ahead of you when you're doing something as straightforward as laundry; feathers pinging from his wings just to be clips on a clothing line... All in an effort, to hedge bad news.

But there was something marginally different about him.

You reach out for his hand, just to give it a quick squeeze, but he keeps you in his grasp as he eats, thumb lightly grazing the top of your knuckles.

"A-are you okay? Do you wanna' talk about something?" You ask after swallowing another bite, feeling wary. "Did something happen at work? We don't need to talk right now if you don't want to. I just wanna' help however I can..."

His attention is on you; nervousness creasing your forehead. His gaze flitting back and forth from the concern in your eyes, to your lower lip being faintly bitten by your teeth like you were withholding another sentence, or trying to stop yourself from saying too much. The amber of his eyes soften, pupils full and irises dimmed like golden hours.

He tries to not stare at you for too long, pushing his chair back and getting onto his feet. He lets go of your hand.

"I'm gonna' run a bath for the both of us after this." He says. "Think' it's been a while since we took one together."

"Oh? The both of us?" You blink some more, your thoughts processing much more slowly at the suggestion. "... I-I mean, w-we had a bath together last week..."

"What? Doesn't mean we can't have another." He states, a velvet tenor layering his voice. "Just indulge me. Please?"

The warmth of the bathtub was enough to make Keigo drowsy, muscles softening and releasing tension as his skin delves into the soapy water; any breeze of the bitter cold could be non-existent to him. His cerise feathers were part soaked from the lavender water, and part damp from the steam creating condensation on the tiles. The tips of his tresses wet and stringy, and stray baby hairs attached onto the frame of his face, moisture keeping them there.

"Why are you takin' a long time? You comin' in, or what?" He beckons you to him. "Bathtub's gettin' cold without you in here."

He's impatient, like a child. Pouts, like a child. A trio of feathers aid you in discarding your clothes. It's awkward the way your jeans scrunch around your ankles, and how your bra seems to cling as you unclasp it from your chest. It's like your clothes were trying to be difficult to take off your body.

But Keigo's golden gaze never leaves, it's almost intimidating how intense they are; half-lidded and swimming with a gloss like he was under an aphrodisiac. An eager smile stretches across his lips as he watches you strip in front of him, your nude figure being exposed part-by-part with every piece of clothing you take off. His hands are tempted towards you, reaching out to grab you by the thighs, and neck stretching up to nestle close to your most intimate parts. Fingers traced your sides, squishing the flesh he knows makes you stammer, too sly for his own good to let your scolding stop him. It flusters you, batting him away; the hum of his chuckle sends tingles onto your skin.

You eventually join him in the depths of the water with a mask of annoyance and a muddled mind, your body seeming small against his as you slot yourself close to him. You're too dizzy with the fragrance of flowers soothing your thoughts; too dizzy with the way he caressed you, and he smiles and brushes it off like it's nothing...

He laughs some more at your irritation, drinking in your cute glare. "You okay, my love?"

And there he goes with the pet names. "I'm fine. J-just turn around a little so I can scrub..."

He gives you an innocent peck on the lips; you grumble in return. "Yes, ma'am."

The sudsy water wades as he twists his torso slightly, your hands tending to his scalp with a touch he goes blank from, and creating foam from the circles your fingers draw. He exhales like he's been cured, realising how dainty - how cute - your hands are as they scrub the dirt, and scuff marks, from the day's patrols off of him with delicacy.

You could see the scars on his neck. The many sears, and shades and patches of skin on his arms were discolored from healed injuries, and medicinal creams you've applied that he refused to keep track of.

"Ahck!-" He hisses, feeling a sting. "Is that a-"

"You gotta' wound here - it's not too bad, but I think I'll patch it up just in case..." Your brows knit, your face contorted into concern again. "Did you not go to the med-bays? We talked about this, Keigo - you need to see a nurse every shift."

"I know." He says, reluctantly. "I will next time."

"Promise me."

"I promise."

You're focused on his skin, oblivious to his fixated stare on you.

Sometimes Keigo can notice when you're beat. Admittedly, it does take him a couple of seconds at first; a good inspection of your facial expression, if the tone of your voice was lower or breathier, or if your eyes didn't have that sparkle. He's almost envious that you could still be so beautiful with it all - with a nose he just wants to kiss in chaste, and a pair of eyes he just wants on him at all times.

Between the two of you, it was much more difficult to tell when you were tired. But, if he searches closely enough, he could anticipate it before you crashed.

"You had a long day?"

You nod; a yawn escaping from you as he asks.

He pauses, distracted, and mind going blank from the way your pupils dilated. "Can you do somethin' for me?"

"Mmn. What do you need?"

"Do you trust me?"

"I married you, ya' big bird - what d'you think?"

"Hm..." He smirks, eyes raking your naked form. "When you get outta' the tub, get into bed. Just as you are."

"Y'mean-"

"Wear nothin' - I wanna' see all of you tonight..."

You're a little nervous obeying Keigo's commands. You still couldn't figure out what he was up to.

He spent a while longer in the bathroom as you got yourself ready; the towel you were using slightly damp from clearing all the droplets of water that was left on you.

Still on your own, you crawl onto the bed and lie on your front as ordered by your husband; your body easily molds with the mattress, the side of your face cradled into the pillows. The sheets feel fluffier than usual, and you could feel your eyelids falling regardless of Keigo's direction.

It isn't long until you feel his presence, the door latching shut as he joins you.

You don't hear a word, just a purr of approval - admiration.

There's something slippery rubbing into your supple back, causing his coarse hands to maintain a temperate heat, and glide a light compression up the curve of your spine, thumbs pushing onto the tautness of your upper back.

The liquid is slender in density, and it spreads and thins, excess trickling down your sides that he smoothly catches back onto his fingers, not wasting a bead as he presses them onto the nape of your neck, and along your shoulders.

A soft whimper catches his ears. "You' likin' this, my lil' hummingbird?"

"M-hm..." You mumble.

"Good... Now, tell me where you want me..."

You forget how strong he is sometimes. Most of his power and focus goes into training his quirk to perfection, ensuring his body has enough stamina and endurance in drawn out fights. All that experience was going into the massage he was providing for you; the way his hands seem to know where to hit the right spots before you could even correct him, the tips of his fingers expertly digging into the flesh that felt tense, and made you settle into the marshmallow of your bed further.

Even with your eyes closed, you could see the flex of his muscles, the way he maneuvered around the bed and your body to not disturb you; only gently tapping your calf to shift his weight, and position himself between your legs to take care of the rest of your body. What he lacks in strength, he makes up in his tact. Even when your whispers are reduced to hushed gibberish, he knows where to place them.

"I was trying to think of a way to thank you..." Keigo plants a kiss on the corner of your forehead, waking you an inch off of deep slumber, vision bleary from about an hour of his hands practically all over you. Drunk from pure relaxation. Your body was oiled up, dispersing into your muscles and making them tender, alleviated. "... I could have treated you to a spa day, but the thought of someone touching you this way makes me a lil' jealous..."

You giggle; it's croaky due to your tiredness. "Thank me? For, what?"

"Just... Wanting to be with me. Despite everything..." He sighs, hands descending low onto the outline of your waist, then onto your hips... "... Choosing me even if it meant late nights waiting to have dinner with me... Or worrying you almost every day if I've been hurt in any way... Or even just helping me de-tangle my feathers... Just wanna' show you how much I appreciate everything.."

So, that's what it was... You recollect the evening; the dinner, the bathing. Every so often within the week, you would help and preen his wings - it was the last thing before bed; a snooze button for his brain. They were routine for you. Things you've done since moving in together. Since marriage. Daily tasks you had forgotten into simple habits. Details you've memorised to make his day a little bit easier.

Your thoughts are cut off as you feel his hands wrap themselves and grip your ass, fingers clutching around the plush so nicely and comfortably-

Your eyes widen. "Hey-!"

"What? You're pretty naive for not expecting that..." His voice drops an octave, like a rumble in his throat. "Fuck, you look gorgeous, baby..."

His thumb slips in between your inner thighs, back arching, and hips instinctively rising up to him as he spreads you open to him with no hesitation. You attempt to hide your skewed reaction of embarrassment, nose no longer burying into your pillow and glancing behind you, antsy with where his skillful hands will travel next.

He ravishes every inch of you with his lips, carelessly biting down on your ass, and letting his fangs graze the fat of it. He grabs a handful of you, squeezing hard enough to make you yelp from the short pain, and your lashes flutter shut. You whimper at how close he gets to your clit, fingers just about brushing it. Your hips attempt to dip and grind into the softness of the sheets, huffing when Keigo doesn't allow that satisfaction to come to you.

You feel his touch drag against your folds, thumb teasing your hole as he rubs the puffy lips that cover it, juices seeping, and making his mouth water at the sight of it. You'd been so pliant under him, body so calm that it became sensitive to his appetite. Wiggling your butt as if you were begging for him to keep going. The sheets wrinkled within your grasp.

"Hm? Y'wanna' play a little more, pretty bird?" He tuts. He'd be in denial if he wasn't enjoying himself, watching your face contort as if a whine was gonna' come out of it any second. "Wanna' show you how much you mean to me..."

He hooks a forearm underneath your stomach, hoisting you onto your knees, your top half sinking into cushion, and your toes keening at his mouth kissing your lower lips.

"Y'want me to play with this pretty pussy of yours, Mrs Takami?"

You feel your walls twitch at the title, hot air silken against your sticky folds. "Please. Y-yes, please..."

It reached midnight, and you were covered in sweat. Heartbeat drumming, and the only thing your mind could comprehend was Keigo, and his large arms tucking your thighs close to the sides of his head, after flipping you onto your back so effortlessly in your dazed state. His tongue still lapping, mouth still pressed against your cunt uninterrupted. You're breathless, throat dry from all the panting and crying he'd made you suffer through. Everything felt lucid, blissful, fervent. The room felt stuffy, yet cosy. The world glazed over with a lustful blur.

Keigo can go for hours between your legs. He jokes about it sometimes, claiming that his second home will always be there, that exact position, where he gets an eyeful of your oozing cunt, and a front row seat to all the flustered looks of your adorable face. He'd say it front of work colleagues if he could, especially just to see you melt into humiliation with the truth of his words. He was proving more than he needed to, too intoxicated by your scent to keep count of the number of times he's said thank you on your body; your nipples stiff into pebbles after nursing them with suckles and love bites, your slick flowing down his chin and trickling down the bump on his throat with a sheen.

He waits until the very last minute, when you feel the emptiest, and need that tight space to be filled. The mixture of your arousal and the oil, easily sliding his fingers into the heat, and curl onto that spot he knows will catch your breath, cause you to wail for a break - for just a short moment - just to take a breather- a strained mewl leaving your chest-

Your hands try to push his head away, but he doesn't budge.

Tongue flicking your clit, and massaging it. You hear him swallow your nectar; licking it up like icing on a cake. Devours your pussy with a groan when you feel that tension coiling, knowing that stuffing his mouth with your cunt was the only thing to relieve yourself.

And he was happy to oblige - over, and over, and over, again.

"Look’ so pretty when you cum - so fuckin' sexy when you scream my name- n’ y’makin’ me drown with how wet you are f’me...” He’s relentless, showering you with compliments. “So sweet, aren’tcha, beautiful?... Can't get enough of you n’ how fuckin' good you taste..."

His cock was in pain, pre-cum leaking off the tip. And he was sure he came after your third orgasm. But his own pleasure didn't matter, didn't keep his attention as much as you had been. His words only praises of how good you've been under him, encouraging you just to hold on a little longer for more-

"Shit, mmn- Stop, I can't 'nymore, Keigo-! S' too- Shit. Oh, fuck- ohfuck-"

Your breathing gradually staggers at the contact, your saccharine scent takes over his taste buds for one last time, clouds his head with nothing but your moans cracking in that pitch that's like a song he can listen to on repeat...

You feel his body rest beside you, surprised that he was exhausted himself. His chest heaves at a different time; rising and falling in a different pattern, but keeping to the rhythm of yours...

You let out a small laugh. "You're such an idiot..."

Keigo frowns. "Huh? Why'd you say that?"

"All of that just to tell me you're just being grateful." You comment, amused. "Here I was worried that you were gonna' tell me some bad news-"

"What?"

"Like - I dunno' - you're going on another life-or-death mission, or you finished up the Nutella downstairs-"

It was his turn to laugh, fatigue not stopping his head from throwing back slightly. "You really think all of this would be me tryin' to soften the blow on a missing Nutella jar?"

"You came back home just wanting to do everything!-"

"I mean, the life-or-death thing is plausible-"

"See! And you weren't saying anything, either! What was I supposed to think?"

"Oh, right..." His body turns to you, arms draping around your waist, as he composes himself to a grin. "M' not good with words most of the time. I'd rather show you what I feel - words lose their meaning after a while."

"From anyone else, yes... From you, it won't."

His head perks up. "Oh? So you'd rather a borin' 'thank you' card from me, than eatin' your-"

You nudge him in the rib with your elbow. "You know what I mean, Keigo. Next time, just-... Just tell me straight away rather than being all mysterious about it..."

"Hmm..." He nods in understanding. "Okay... How about this?..."

Before you could shift to face him, he leans into your ear. Fingers trace your abdomen, and you could feel the intensity of irises, voice gravelly even though he speaks in a whisper. You could feel the back of your neck on fire, a fever burning as you hear his words.

It silences you completely, and you try to collect yourself.

"Th-that's fine..." You murmur.

#domestic daydream collab #Domestic Daydream💭🏠❤️#hawks #keigo Takami #f!reader #Hawks x reader #Hawks smut #my hero academia smut #bnha smut #hawks x y/n #Houswife!Reader #Fluff but like if ya squint with a magnifying glass #Soft vibes all around

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twistedmusings · 3 years

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How the dorm leaders react when they catch you kissing someone from their dorm [Part 2]

A/N: AND HERE IT IS! Oh my god I still can't believe I managed to get this done! I actually stayed on task! Honestly these three were probably my favourite from the original post, I've had far too much fun writing these bois.

And what can I say? Playfully flirty MC is a good MC u wu

Warnings: Heavy smooching, possessive talk, and the reader just really pushing the dorm leader's buttons~

Part 1 here!

“How dare you...?”

Vil was more than happy to be coming back to Pomefiore with all the stuff that had happened today. Classes were more annoying than usual, he had to chase Leona down to tell him to get his work done and there had been some problems in the modeling studio that caused the lights to be brighter than usual and now he had a headache that only a nap could fix.

Thing was, if he wanted to keep his schedule as tight as possible he would need to stay awake for...another 6 hours.

One good thing was waiting for him though. Rook had greeted him at the entrance and let him know that the Ramshackle prefect was in the dorm today as per his request.

Good.

This would keep him awake. He remembers promising you a lesson in proper skincare in order to remedy whatever you did once you woke up in the morning. Deep in the back of his head he remembers you telling him that you just splash cold water on your face but he preferred to think that you at least put some sort of moisturizer. Maybe.

He rushes to his room to freshen up and makes sure that he has the materials he needs. Vil had decided that his own brand of face cleansing products would be a good start for your skin. The tingles in his fingertips went ignored as he thought of you thinking about him in the morning. It wasn’t that sort of thing at all, he reminded himself. Dorm leaders were supposed to help each other out, despite how often they were at each other’s throats, and he was just fulfilling his role not just as a dorm leader but as a...friend.

Vil takes one last look at the mirror and makes his way down the row of rooms in Pomefiore to reach the Lounge, only to stop when he sees you being pulled into one of the many rooms by what was clearly a Pomefiore’s students hand.

Wait what?

It’s almost alarming how quickly he approaches the door and puts his foot in it, choosing to stay quiet as he sees that the two people in the room didn’t even bother to wonder why the door hadn’t closed all the way. The student was pressing kisses against your lips in small intervals, choosing instead to talk as you run your hands up the expensive purple robe and taking in the little designs.

“I had a new lip scrub I wanted you to try out.”

“Really? Then why aren’t we in the bathroom?"

“That’s rather forward for a dorm leader. Is everyone in Ramshackle this daring?”

Vil couldn’t even pinpoint the student’s name. That was your first offense. The only thing he remembers about him is the man’s caramel brown hair and how it contrasted beautifully against his dark skin. After that, nothing could pop into his head that would make that student even remotely interesting for you to be hanging off of him like that! Of all the people to be with, it just had to be a nameless potato, didn’t it?

The hairs at the back of his head stand up as the potato hands you what he believes to be the best lip scrub in the business, which only makes the alarms in Vil’s head go off even louder. That brand wasn’t even known for doing lip scrubs! In fact, they once put out a three in one shampoo/conditioner and the fact that the student even had that brand in the dorms and you just blatantly accepting it was your second offense.

And as much as he wanted to focus on that being the thing that truly bothered him, he felt the alarms deafening him as he saw the potato’s hands wrap around your waist as he kissed you again, your lips parting to let him inside.

He shouldn’t be looking at this, he should be leaving and just leave you to your own devices. The lesson wasn’t important, you weren’t that important to him--

Amethyst eyes widen when you tilt your head as the student starts kissing down your neck, already choosing one spot to make his own as he licks and nips at the skin while you dig your fingers into his robe.

Vil didn’t really know how to describe the sudden surge of energy that caused him to fling the door open and grab the student by the back of his robe and pull him backwards, eyes glaring at you the entire time as you whisper his name, as if suddenly remembering that you had a previous engagement before this whole ‘sticking your tongue down a Pomefiore student’s throat’’ business.

“Prefect. My room. Now.”

You put your hands up and walk out of the room without looking at him, Vil letting go of the student’s robes and walking out after you. He didn’t even need to tell him that he was in trouble, the student would realize it soon enough once Rook delivered the chores that needed to be done by tonight.

A list only that student would be getting instead of the entire dorm.

Vil closes the door of his room and turns the lock rather harshly, looking back at you sitting at the edge of his bed still staring at the window. You weren’t trying to defend yourself, you weren’t even looking at him.

“I hate to be kept waiting, Prefect. Not just that, it is extremely rude to keep someone waiting just so you can fraternize with someone in my dorm.”

No answer. He grabs his desk chair and sits down so he can face you directly.

“What made you go and pick that potato?”

“Why would that be any of your business Vil-senpai?”

It was very much his business, if you asked him. He would have been okay if it was Epel or even Rook that you had picked to make out with but he wasn’t just going to stand around and watch as one of the student’s whose name he didn’t even know threw all of his work out of the window! So he asked the question again, this time getting a chuckle as an answer which only served to upset him even more.

“Out of anyone in my dorm you could have picked, you had to go with someone who offers you such a low quality brand of lip scrub?”

“That is your problem with this? What he offered me? Me and him just started hanging out, we know nothing about each other! I just wanted to change that.”

His headache was coming back again.

Vil put hard work into everything he did. That was his work ethic and people be damned if they thought it was too much. Maybe they couldn’t handle it but they still respected it, respected his craft and the work he put into it.

So why do you, of all of his recent projects, disrespect him so blatantly?

It was clear you weren’t ready yet, Vil wasn’t done working with you yet. After doing something like this, and right inside his dorm, he knew that you had just taken all of the careful brushes and strokes he had decorated your canvas with…

And burnt it right in front of his eyes.

Which is why he didn’t necessarily feel any guilt when he grabbed your cheeks and pulled his own lipstick out of his back pocket, ignoring your protests.

“Quiet.”

He applies the shade quickly and before you have any chance to protest, pushes his lips against yours.

The kiss is anything but sweet. It’s almost punishing. Vil was reminding you that you were a work in progress. He still had so much left to teach you, so much left to work with you and if you kept rushing things you were going to make him mad. Once he was done with you, you could go about your pitiful little life and kiss whoever you wanted and he wouldn’t even bat an eyelash.

A hand grasps at his wrists as you press his palms on your cheeks, your tongue gently pressing against his lips so you could slip inside--

Nevermind. This sort of impatient kissing would also have to go.

He pulls away and pushes you onto the mattress, your eyes hazy with eagerness and confusion as Vil removes his jacket and gloves and leans down to trap you below him.

“Were you this greedy with him? Did he also get this treatment from you? No, don’t answer. I fear I’ll only get angrier if you do. Now be an obedient little potato and stay still, the first thing I’ll fix is that messy kissing of yours.”

“ :( “

Snacks runs had to be the most annoying and heart pounding of his usual daily life quests. If waking up was a struggle enough, especially when no special loot such as new anime or manga was available, it was hard to complete such basic tasks without some sort of incentive.

Although Idia guessed that not dying of starvation was enough of an incentive.

He walks down the corridor of his own dorm, humming a quiet tune to himself as he looks down at all the snacks he had acquired. Which, score! They even had a limited edition chip flavor that came with the card of one of his favourite idols! It took everything in his power to not just spend all of his money on more than one bag but he had such a good day today that he knew his gacha pull luck just had to be good.

The door to a room behind him opens, Idia quickly picking up his pace and hiding behind a corner as he looks at who it could be. He isn't against anyone in his dorm but...he didn't have the means to engage in any conversation that wasn't about his current FPS game or Gakemo so--

"Thank you for the help! I thought my phone was beyond repair!"

His hands tighten around the chips pressed tight to his chest, eyes wide in surprise as he sees you stepping out of the room.

Of all people...why were you here so late?

The student laughs as he scratches the back of his head, handing you back your phone and looking away.

“No--No problem! I...I honestly didn’t think you would come to me for help. I integrated the newest magical technology on it as well as voice activated features and a--a brand new messaging app that sends messages faster!”

Idia clicked his tongue as he heard the student speak. Look at him showing off. You didn’t know that he was taking advantage of your naive mind! You didn’t know anything about magic so, of course, all those features would sound fancy!

When it was literally taking your phone and just downloading some fancy new apps on it!

Yet there you were, marveling down at it as if you had just gotten the latest version.

Well maybe he shouldn’t complain too much, even from here he could see your smile. A part of him worried that all this luck he was suddenly getting would affect the luck he would get on his chip bag but...you were worth it.

Such a rare event shouldn’t be left unnoticed.

Maybe...maybe if he stayed here you could walk by and he could open up the ‘bumping into each other late at night’ event?

“So how can I repay you? Do you need anything done?”

Idia tunes back into the conversation as he frowns, looking back at the two of you as the student looks at every single corner of the ceiling instead of looking at you.

Payment? The guy had just downloaded a couple of apps that wasn’t good enough reason to offer some sort of payment. He frowns and taps his foot impatiently as the guy stutters out a few excuses before finally giving you an answer.

“A ki--A kiss? Would that be alright?”

The Ignihyde dorm leader almost falls down as he hears that, retreating further into his corner as he glared daggers at the guy who had just dared to ask for such a bold request.

A k--kis--kiss? A kiss...from you?

This guy was starting to piss him off! He should just be content staring at you! You were a SSR character all on your own! That guy should be happy he even got to talk to you at all and shouldn’t ask for more than he was given! He already rolled for such a life changing event why would he even want more!

His eyes soften when he sees you mull it over. It was okay, you could reject him. Such a guy wouldn’t even be worthy of a kiss from you so you so all you had to do was say no! Go on, [Y/N], just reject hi--

Idia can feel his heart breaking as his muscles stop working, dropping all of his stuff on the floor with a thud as the sound echoes. Yet it went ignored, the other two people in the hallway too busy with their own activities.

When...when had you even kissed him? Idia only remembers you putting your phone away and the moment he blinked you had already pressed your lips against that other guy--!

He should be leaving, why isn’t he moving?

The student’s hand goes to your waist as you deepen it, his face turning a deep shade of red as you pull away and tap his lips.

“Was that your first kiss?”

“...y--yes..”

You were smiling and giving him such a rare, almost ultimately rare item and Idia didn’t know how long he could stare until he combusted.

So all he could do was turn around…

And run as fast as he could.

He ignored the familiar voice calling out his name, footsteps quickly following him as he started to run out of breath.

Making a poor otaku like him run, even now you were still being so cruel to him!

Idia’s door slides open as he bursts inside, ready to bury himself in his bed and never come out again--!

Only to stop when he hears you hiss in pain.

Blue eyes turn around to see your foot jammed into his doorway, not allowing the electric door to slide closed. A part of him wants to immediately go to you and ask if you were alright but he stops himself as the image of your kiss flashes through his mind again.

“[Y/N]-shi! W--What--!”

You rub at your foot and sigh, walking in with a confused look as Idia presses his back against his bookshelf. He knew it. If a SSR character could be brought to real life, this is the sort of power they would have over him.

The kind of aura you were emitting was enough for him to want to get on his knees, but he chose to remain strong.

“I was calling out to you…didn’t you hear me?”

Idia turns his head and looks at the floor, the pain still raw and emotionally taxing than what he was used to. Disappointment was one thing but heartbreak was a complete other monster!

“Shouldn’t--Shouldn’t you be with your boyfriend?”

He spits the word out, annoyed that a guy from his dorm could unlock...no...could get someone like you. You were open to every single activity Idia gave you, you gave him good feedback and didn’t get scared when you two disagreed on something. Every manga he gave you, you read and every anime he told you to watch, you would watch it.

You were receptive, you were attentive, you were what Idia wanted in a real life friend!

He hadn’t dared hope for more!

That still didn’t mean he couldn’t fantasize when he was all by himself.

“Boyfriend…?”

You tilt your head in confusion before chuckling as you realized what had happened.

“Oh so you saw that.”

Is that all you were going to say?! You had just taken his heart and crushed it into tiny little pieces and you were just going to talk about what a pervert he was being!

Someone just KO him now, like right now!

“Yes...I saw. So what? You were just ki-kissi--doing that thing from everyone to see! So you should just go back to him instead of bullying me in my own room!”

Please just leave, he wanted to cry in peace.

Yet you stubbornly remain, just like the first time he met you.

“Idia I don’t know what crazy assumptions you are making but that guy isn’t my boyfriend.”

You put up one finger.

“He fixed my phone…”

Another one follows after.

“And he asked for a kiss for payment. Simple as that. You shouldn’t act like you caught us doing something major. It was just a kis---”

Large hands land on your shoulders as Idia now stands in front of you, head hung low as he mutters something to himself.

“Just a kiss….just a kiss.”

You jump as he gets close to your face, eyes staring at you pleadingly as he cupped your face.

“JUST A KISS? DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT YOU ARE? AN EXTRA RARE CHARACTER SUCH AS YOURSELF SHOULDN’T BE GIVING OUT SUCH RARE ITEMS LIKE THAT!”

He shakes you back and forth.

“IF YOUR KISS WAS JUST NORMAL THEN EVEN I...I COULD--”

Idia’s eyes fall on your lips, the rush of adrenaline mixed in with his built up desire for you all culminating in two choices popping up in his head. And for the first time, he knew that hesitation was not an option.

So he dives in.

His lips met yours roughly, not really moving them or anything but just pressing them against you. You put your hands gently on his chest but he takes it as a protest, which only causes him to push them onto yours even more.

This was...disastrous.

He had never kissed anyone before. How in the world did he think that he would be able to kiss you? Ah, maybe this was a dream? Right! He had just dreamed all of this up and you didn’t really force your way into his room to confront him!

His hair flares up when you cup his face, pushing him away slightly and tilting him in such a way that your lips would meet in a much softer fashion. He looks down and sees you closing your eyes, following in your footsteps and melting inside your kiss.

You both pull away slowly, Idia opening his eyes and blushing when he sees you licking your lips and sending him a teasing grin.

A rare sight...made only for him.

“I feel like I just spent all my stamina on this one event...so I don’t want to go unrewarded. Can we go further? I want to go further. What option do I have to pick for you to do that again, [Y/N]?”

“Don’t touch them.”

“YOUNG MASTER! WHERE ARE YOU!”

Malleus sighs as he looks on at the Diasmonia students gathered around the outskirts of the school, smiling as he sees Sebek directing them each and every way. Sebek really didn’t give up, did he? One of his classes had been canceled and he was eager to see the gargoyles around Ramshackle in a much better light but he figured Sebek would cause up a stir when he didn’t find him in his classroom.

As much as he appreciated him, Sebek didn’t have to walk him to every single class.

He sighs and goes deeper into the woods behind Ramshackle, the small broken path there leading him down a familiar terrain.

This is where he usually walked with you, after all.

Seeing this place in bright light was so very different. Instead of it being illuminated by his lights, the sun peeked out from over the trees and provided a sunny trail instead of the usual moonlight. He took a deep breath as he breathed in the smell of flowers all around, all of them growing wildly around him and defying any human to try and tame them.

His fingers trace some of the thorns he found on some of them, the flowers attracted to his touch and moving closer to his hands as a small vine wrapped around his finger.

All with his magic’s help after all.

This was his safe space. Malleus would come here during his first and second year and lose himself in the wilderness. In here no one would fear him. Here every single thing was responsive to his touches and even dared to touch back. Some of the wild rose bushes also reminded him of him, Malleus adding a bit more thorns around the flowers as in to emulate the very home he missed.

In this lonely place, he flourished.

But it wasn’t so lonely now, was it?

His third year had brought one big surprise. A human. A child of man who did not know who he was or what he was capable of. They looked at him as if he was just any other stranger roaming around their dorm and not the next ruler of the Valley of Thorns.

And Malleus, being the very curious person he is, found himself pulled to your inattentiveness.

He had dropped many hints that he was eager to get to know you more, relishing in the fact that you two were starting to get closer. And while he had hoped to keep his identity a secret a bit longer, he found it almost unbearable for you to not know who he was.

If you were so open with who you were, then he should show you the same kind of respect.

How wonderful that you were now on a first name basis with each other.

Malleus could walk over to Ramshackle dorm now and knock on your door without hesitation, smiling as he sees your excitement at just what places you two would discover in the dead of night.

Bummer you couldn’t be with him now.

He had seen you come out of your dorm and ask Sebek if he needed any help, to which the fae replied rather rudely that no human could ever track down his young master, so he was a bit reluctant to discover any more places without you by his side.

These walks were something you two did together, after all.

So he remained at this spot, touching everything and anything that would strike his fancy while going deeper and deeper into a small clearing you two had found. A large tree decorated its middle, the leaves falling gently upon the ground as the sun shone down on the large pond that provided this part of the forest with the water it needed to balance out the sun’s gentle rays.

“Shhhh, don’t make too much noise.”

Malleus stops as he hears your voice, his head immediately turning towards the sound as he hears rustling behind him. He smiles and turns to where he thought you were coming from only to be struck by a sudden idea--and immediately hiding among the trees and bushes so you couldn’t see him.

Would you be surprised to find him here?

He hoped so. Malleus had the habit of appearing to you suddenly so this wouldn’t be breaking any traditions between you two. If he played his cards right, you might join him on a walk all the way to the edge of the island.

“Prefect do you know where you are going?”

“I do! I’ve been here so many times. Now come on!”

Another person’s voice. No...he had heard that voice before.

Malleus retreats back into his hiding spot as he sees you rush by, holding by the hand a Diasmonia student as he rushes to follow you. You smile and turn around, still holding his hand while the other looked on in amazement at where you had led him.

“Prefect...this is…”

“Like it? Me and Malleus found it a while ago. This is how we know we are close to the edge of the forest.”

The Diasmonia dorm leader smiles as he watches you show the student around, pointing out different sights and sounds as the other watched on in amazement. That student probably had never gone anywhere this secret and while Malleus was glad you were showing off the place you two shared…

There was a feeling deep inside his chest that flared up angrily as he caught the student looking at you more than his surroundings.

Green eyes watch as the student’s hand clenches and unclenches, seemingly working up the courage to do something as you continue speaking. Which was rather rude, in Malleus’s opinion. You were explaining some wonderful things about the flora here and he was just staring at you without engaging in the conversation.

And how did you two know each other? Malleus had never mentioned you in Diasmonia except to Silver and Lilia, had he known you before him?

Malleus hands grip the tree bark tighter as the student takes your hand, stopping your explanation as he gets you to focus your attention on him.

What--?

“I’ve been eager to find some time alone with you.”

The student clears his throat before pulling you by the hand gently, your surprised look turning into one of playfulness as you follow along with his movements. He leads you to the edge of the pond, spinning you around as you allow him to position you in such a way that you are now closer to him than before.

Which only makes the angry feeling in Malleus’s gut flare up even more.

“Have you now? What for?”

An answer Malleus wanted to know as well.

Blushing, the student smiles and leads you into a dance with no music which only served to make you laugh and make Malleus’s fingers dig deep into the wood of the poor tree.

In the dragon fae’s eyes, you two are dancing for hours without caring about who was around. Why had he even brought you here? This student was part of Sebek’s surveillance crew and yet here he was not doing his job. But he wasn’t the one who brought you here…

You were.

Your actions were lost on Malleus as the dance finishes up, the student dipping you low before bringing you up.

“So you brought me here to dance? Who knew Diasmonia students were so charming.”

Malleus didn’t like the way you were smiling, nor how your hands rested on the student’s shoulders. He hadn’t seen this side of you before, you were playing along with this student and his motives.

Had you always been so playful? Malleus had only seen you during the night and whenever you two spoke it was a conversation worthy of two friends sharing experiences together.

But not this...never this…

“Well, not just a dance. I’ve wanted to state my intentions outright.”

The tree starts to crack slowly as Malleus can feel more thorns growing out of the rose bushes around him.

“Ever since you arrived, you have been an enigma to me. You are always so helpful even to those who do not seek your aid. Even now, you didn’t have to help me search for our Young Master."

He wasn’t searching for anyone, he was too close to you for Malleus’s liking and he needed to learn how to respect your boundaries.

“Yet you still offered me your help...and I…I want to...”

The student was leaning closer as his hands slid down to your waist, Malleus staring as you started to tilt your head as you placed your hands on his chest while his lips were dead set on meeting yours--!

Your face is tilted up as cold lips meet yours, your mouth opening in a surprised gasp as the hold the student had on you was no longer shy and timid but angry and possessive. These lips were pulling you in closer and closer, greedily eating each and every sound you were making as the air was slowly stolen from your lungs.

A string of saliva is left hanging as you two separate, your eyes fluttering open as you think of something to say to such a ravishing kiss.

Only for them to open wide in surprise as you see who you had really kissed.

“Malleus!?”

You turn to look behind the fae’s back, the Diasmonia student looking at his Young Master in mild panic and surprise while Malleus presses you close against his chest, clearly hiding you from view.

Right before the student even had a chance to taste your lips, Malleus had rushed out of his hiding place and pulled him away by the collar of his shirt.

For a dragon to watch on as something that was his was so close to be taken away, the surprise must have gotten to him.

“Go tell Sebek to head back to Diasmonia and call off his search. I will be there by nightfall.”

The student tries to stutter out a response but Malleus glares back as he keeps you pressed firmly against him.

“Now.”

You watch the student leave in a hurry, following the broken path you had led him in with. Your eyes peek up to look at Malleus but the dorm leader waits until the sound of footsteps is long gone before tilting your face up again and leaning down to press his lips against yours in another rough and dominating kiss.

Hands push you forward as your back collides with the huge tree in the clearing, Malleus making sure that the back of your head meets the bark gently as his lips never parted from yours. You wrap your arms around him as best as you could and let out an involuntary squeak when the fae decides to pick you up so that you could pull him in even closer.

He is the one to pull away first, hands firmly on your bottom as you wrap your legs around his waist to support yourself.

“Malleus--”

The fae presses another kiss to your lips, effectively silencing you so that all your attention would be on him.

“Don’t ever bring someone else into this place, child of man. Do I make myself clear? This place is our haven and I will not have someone else come steal both it and you away from me. Well, even if you don’t understand, I’ll make sure to explain it to you thoroughly. Now...kiss me again.”

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A Night To Remember.

Iida Tenya/Kaminari Denki/Sero Hanta x Reader

Hey everyone! Today September 10th is my birthday! I also just hit 600 followers! Thank you to everyone who follows me I love and appreciate you all very much!

Here is my contribution to the second BNHA Hangout fic collab! Here is the Link to the collab masterlist! Please go and check all of the amazing fics out!

This month's NSFW there was sexual firsts! I originally didn't want to participate in this collab because I couldn't think of an idea that wasn't totally cliché. As you can see I had an idea I liked and the first I chose was:

First time having a threesome!

I hope you all enjoy my very smutty fanfic! (This is also my first time writing for Iida!

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CW: Cuckolding, group sex, name calling, swearing

All characters portrayed in this fic are over the age of 18!

Thank you so much for reading and enjoy!

"Oh, don't worry about me beautiful, I'm going to sit right here and watch."

Your boyfriend's words washed over you as one of your good friends crouched between your splayed legs, and another had his hands all over your chest, squeezing and groping the bulging flesh. Your brain was in a tizzy, trying to figure out what in the hell had gotten you here in the first place.

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"Come on Y/n, just tell me. You know I'm not going to make fun of you or anything." Tenya urged softly in your ear. You knew he was right; whatever you told him you wanted, he would try to give you.

You and Tenya were curled up in your living room, the light from the TV flickering on the walls as he bugged you. You had been talking about porn and the most cliché kinks that were often used in porn productions. The conversation eventually turned to the group sex trope and your argument about how unrealistic they usually were. As you talked, Tenya called you out on how you blushed when you spoke about group sex. He accused you of being interested in the kink to which you completely shut down and stopped talking. He was now trying to get you to admit to your secret fantasy.

"Oh..fine. It's just a fantasy, but… I've always wanted to try it.. you know, being with more than one person." Your voice trailed off at the end so that he could barely hear you, but he managed to catch all of it.

"Oh?" Tenya buried his face behind your ear and dropped his voice into a whisper. "I never would have suspected you would have such dirty thoughts and fantasies." He teased you softly but tightened his arms around you to show that he was just teasing. You blushed and protested, and the conversation continued until it faded into your subconscious.

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"Tenya? You're back early, how was patrol?" You smiled from the couch as you saw your fiance coming into your shared apartment. He took off his shoes at the door before stepping into the living room and walking up to you.

"Patrol went well; nothing of importance happened, so I came home early." He leaned down and cupped your face in his hands before kissing you passionately. That's one thing that you always loved about Tenya's kisses; he kissed you like you were his last meal, and you loved each and every one.

"Are you sure? You never come home early from patrol." You raised your eyebrow at him suspiciously after he broke the kiss. In all your years of knowing and dating Tenya, you never knew him to be the kind of person to skip out on patrol early. He only smiled and ruffled your hair, planting another reassuring kiss on your temple.

"I'm sure princess, nothing happened." He promised as he sat down next to you, drawing you under his arm to snuggle against his side. You gladly obliged, loving how you fit perfectly against him. You nuzzled into his chest as he told you about his shift, and you spoke briefly about your very relaxing day. Over the next few hours, you tried to probe him about why he actually came home early. Tenya was never good at lying to you, but he was definitely worse at keeping things from you; the minute you started bugging him, he caved.

"Ok, I planned something for tonight, and I wanted to get out early to make sure everything goes well," Tenya grumbled softly. Your eyes lit up excitedly at the idea of him going out of his way to surprise you and proceeded to attack him with questions about what he had planned. This time Tenya wouldn't budge; despite your whining and begging, he did not divulge his plans.

You bugged him throughout dinner, desperately wanting to know what he had planned, but all he did was smile. "I've told you too much already; you'll find out soon enough." He murmured softly as he washed the dishes after you both ate. Once the kitchen was cleared up, you two ended up on the couch with a movie playing in the background. The sound faded as you sat comfortably between Tenya's long legs with his arms wrapped around your middle. Eventually, Tenya's attention turned from the movie as he started kissing the back of your neck. You relaxed into your fiance's broad chest, letting his kisses and the soft touch of his fingers make you shiver as he trailed them up and down your skin.

The way he touched you always made electric shivers go right up your spine. Most people saw Tenya as this uptight hero, a stick in the mud stickler for rules and regulations, but they didn't know him at all. Tenya was playful, affectionate, and a very sensuous lover. He knew your body inside and out; every sensitive spot that you had was intimate knowledge that he prided himself on. He was the only one out of all the boyfriends you had that could get you wound up with only a few well-placed touches.

Tonight was no different as the movie was quickly forgotten in favor of Tenya's long slender fingers creeping up your plush thigh. His hot breath crept down your neck as his fingers reached the soft material that covered your quivering slit.

"So good for me tonight, Princess.." He whispered in your ear, eliciting a whimper from you as his fingers found your clit. He applied slight pressure as he rubbed small circles over the outside of your panties. Soon you were grinding your hips in slow circles, trying to yield more pressure from his fingers. All Tenya did was tut softly and pull his fingers back, depriving you of his touch.

"Ah, ah, you know better than that." You whined softly, arching your hips towards where you thought his fingers were. You were so desperate for any contact, but you found nothing as he kept his touch away from you until you stopped squirming.

"Stop wiggling, Princess, you'll get it when I give you permission." Tenya reminded you dangerously, his deep voice sending a jolt right to your core. He brought his fingers back to where they were stimulating you above your panties, his soft pressured movements returning to drive you crazy.

Tenya's fingers easily brought you to teeter torturously on an orgasm's precipice. Your body trembled against him as you fought the urge to move and chase the friction from his fingers, but he pulled them away once more. You whimpered softly and squeezed your thighs together, but it didn't help; you needed him to finish you off, which frustrated you to hell.

"Be patient, Princess, I've got a little surprise for you." As if on cue, the doorbell rang, and Tenya called for whoever it was to come in. The voices that you heard announcing themselves sent a shock through your system, almost killing the horny buzz you had going on.

"Iida, hey! Thanks for inviting us over. Hey Y/n!" Your friend Kaminari Denki announced as he walked into the living room with Sero Hanta. You had been friends with the two for years, ever since high school.

"Tenya, what..?" Tenya cut you off by dipping his fingers back against your panties. You cried out, scrambling to push his hand away, but he was too strong for you. You sat embarrassed as Kaminari and Sero watched with lust-filled eyes.

"Damn she's all worked up just like you promised." You heard one of them comment as you groaned in embarrassment, still trying to push your fiance away. Tenya wound an arm around your waist, holding you against his chest to prevent you from getting up.

"Don't be rude, Princess," Tenya rumbled in your ear. "Are you going to be good for us tonight?" He asked softly, letting his fingers trail up and down your sides. Your gaze strayed to your two friends who stood in front of the couch and watched you with bated breath. While you thought, Tenya trailed his fingers back down to your thighs, which he pried apart to drag his fingers up and down your slit. You gasped softly as the pleasure pulled your attention back to Tenya, who chuckled at the sharp sound.

"Look at how ready she is." Tenya looked up at Kaminari and Sero, whose eyes were wide as your fiance hooked his fingers in your panties' waistband to pull them down. Sero and Kaminari watched as the scrap of lace was pulled away from your slit, and it was apparent just how ready for them you were. You weren't sure if it was Tenya's fingers that made you so goddamn horny or if it was the realization that Kaminari and Sero weren't just here to watch. Still, you felt your heat clench in desperate need.

"A-are you sure about this, Iida?" Kaminari stuttered softly, his eyes flickering between you two on the couch. Tenya only smirked, letting his fingers dip into the glistening wetness and trail upwards before lifting his hand to show the gooey slick that you were producing.

"Oh yes, I'm sure she's going to behave, aren't you, Princess? Maybe I'll even let you cum tonight." He dropped his voice low for that last part, knowing how his voice's timbre made you shiver.

"Y-yes, Sir…" You stuttered out, not entirely sure what you agreed to, but you knew that Tenya would always take care of you. You jolted as your attention was drawn to the hand that was making its way up your leg. Looking up, you realized that Sero had sat down on the couch in front of you. A beautiful shade of red crept onto your cheeks as you finally understood what was happening.

"Fuck, it's smooth as silk, just like you said." Sero pointed out as his touch crept up your thigh. Apprehension showed behind your eyes as you tensed at Sero's touch, causing Tenya to tut softly in your ear.

"They came all this way for you, Princess, don't you want them to touch you?" He whispered softly in your ear, planting soft kisses on the tender flesh behind it as he heard your breath catch at the thought. You nodded quickly, relaxing your muscles and trying not to arch upwards in search of Tenya's touch again. You failed miserably with a whimper to which you heard a chuckle and a familiar tutting sound.

"No, Princess, I won't be touching you anymore tonight." Instead, Tenya slid out from behind you in a simultaneous move, leaving you to drop to the cushions below. Sero dove forward between your spread legs; you yiped indignantly when you hit the cushions and turned your head to glare at Tenya, who settled himself on the armchair. He leaned forward, threading his fingers together and leaning his chin on his clasped hands with a smirk in your direction.

Sero's arms came around your splayed thighs and held them open as he dove towards your wet heat. Any words that you thought you were going to say disappeared as Sero's tongue made contact with your pink flesh. All those conversations you had with your old classmates about Sero's oral skills came rushing back to you. You gasped as the warm muscle moved up to your swollen clit, which Tenya made sure was standing at attention. Kaminari didn't want to be left out and sat down behind you, occupying the spot left by Tenya a few moments ago.

"Hi, Sunshine." He said softly in your ear, scooting right behind you as he pulled you against his chest. You shivered at his soft voice in your ear, so different from Tenya's, but it had the same effect in this state. His hands started on your waist and moved upwards under your shirt, savoring every inch of your skin until he reached your chest. You thought you heard a small whimper once Kaminari's fingers made contact with your breasts.

The way his fingers were so hesitant as they cupped and squeezed them was adorable. Your thoughts couldn't linger too long on how Kaminari was touching you as Sero found your clit and locked his lips around it. His tongue slithered expertly around the sensitive bud, which throbbed with pleasure as your body turned to jelly. It was a good thing that Kaminari was holding you up; otherwise, you would probably have sunk down into the couch.

Your body writhed in pleasure, causing you to miss the look exchanged between Tenya and Sero. Sero's expert tongue was unlike anything you felt before; he knew exactly how to build you up and leave you dangling on the precipice of orgasm. He explored every inch of you slowly, the wiggling muscle reaching so deep inside of you that you were seeing stars by the time it pulled out. You didn't spot the look that Tenya gave him, but you did feel him slow down, reducing the bubbling orgasm to a slow simmer.

"Mmmm, not yet, baby, don't think I don't know when you're about to cum." You whined softly at Tenya's accusation, cursing that he stopped Sero from making you cum. You opened your mouth to argue, but you felt two fingers grip your chin and pull you into a soft, warm kiss. Kaminari's kisses were sweet as summer rain; no wonder he was so popular in school.

"Good girl." Tenya praised you from his chair as you whimpered into Kaminari's kiss. You felt Sero move from between your legs, and Kaminari broke the kiss long enough for you to look curiously at the both of them. Was that it, were they done? You whined softly and looked at Tenya, who was watching you with lust in his eyes.

Tenya loved seeing you like this, so desperate and needy for cock. Usually, it was his cock you were needy for, so it was quite different seeing you lust for someone else's. You watched Sero wipe his face with a grin, showing that he very much enjoyed himself as he tapped the side of your hips with your free hand.

"Face down, ass up, babe." Sero was buzzing with excitement, he'd been itching to fuck you since high school. When Iida approached him and Denki about his plan, they were both dumbfounded. They considered themselves extremely lucky to be in this delicious position.

You looked up at him with your brows furrowed and looked over at Tenya, still smirking. "You heard him, Princess." He twirled his finger, motioning for you to turn over onto your stomach as instructed. You looked up at Kaminari last, who cupped your cheek with a smile.

"Please, Sunshine? We'll make you feel good, I promise." He whispered softly as he leaned down to kiss you again. Kaminari's sweet plea urged you to turn over. You stretched your stiff limbs before flipping over, pushing your hips up slowly until your ass was sticking up in the air. You heard Sero groan behind you and felt a hand land lightly on your ass before rubbing it softly.

Kaminari smoothed your hair back gently as he pumped his hard cock in his hand. Your head was at the perfect dick-sucking height, and he was not about to miss this opportunity. "Why don't you blow me sunshine?" He asked sweetly. You laughed; only Kaminari could make such a request sound sweet.

He shuffled forward a few inches so that you could comfortably lift your head and take him into your mouth. The moment your lips made contact, he groaned, having to resist the urge to thrust forward into your wonderful mouth.

"Fuckkk," Kaminari leaned back, one hand threading in your hair, the other trying to find purchase on the cushions. A groan vibrated his chest as he was completely enveloped by your wet mouth. His cock was always extra sensitive, and the way your tongue pressed up against the underside of his shaft was making him grit his teeth in pleasure.

Sero's cock throbbed as he watched Kaminari almost come undone from how your mouth felt. The brunette was more than eager as he pumped his hand up and down on his throbbing length. His attention turned to your soaking wet heat, staring him in the face; he could sit there underneath you all day if Iida would let him.

You didn't have too much time to think about anything as you felt Sero's hand on your ass and his tip prodding at your slit. He seemed so eager by how he gripped your soft skin, soon his grip tightened, and he slammed forward, sheathing himself fully inside you. You cried out in surprise; he wasn't as big as Tenya but longer than you anticipated. He reached so deep that his first thrust sent you further down on Kaminari's cock.

"Fuck...she clenched just now when your cock hit the back of her throat." Sero pointed out, making you blush brightly. You were thankful that your face was hidden so you could hide your embarrassment. The electric blond's hand moved to the top of your head to thread his fingers in your soft locks, allowing him to control how quickly you bobbed your head up and down on his cock.

"Shit...not so fast, Sunshine... I wanna enjoy this." He hissed as he gripped your hair, slowing your bobbing head. Sero's thrusts suddenly picked up, and you felt how hard his hips slammed against your ass, the sound echoing around you. The noises coming from your throat as you tried to focus on Kaminari as Sero plowed you were sinful, each one sent the brunette's cock driving deeper inside of you. His length throbbed as your walls clenched, milking his cock and making sure that he wouldn't last long. Kaminari started wiggling too, your wet mouth, and the expert way you moved your tongue around his shaft was making his whimper.

Tenya watched you, your back arched, and your skin flushed as pleasure obviously coursed through you. He could tell from the way your hips bounced back against Sero's thrusts and how you bobbed your head up and down despite the grip he had on your hair. His two colleagues were almost finished, their muscles tense, and their faces screwed up with how they held themselves back from cumming.

"Remember what we agreed on, you two," Iida warned quietly. You barely heard him above the sounds of sex that surrounded you. Sero and Kaminari cursed aloud, which you did hear, right before both of their thrusts quickened, Sero thrust so hard inside of you that you felt your thighs and ass jiggle from the force. Kaminari moved his hand from your hair to cup each side of your face and start thrusting into your throat as a loud groan came from his chest. Their cocks moved like a machine back and forth inside of you before they both pulled out, shooting their cum over your silky skin.

"How was that, Princess? Did we fulfill all your fantasies?" Tenya asked in a soft voice. He nuzzled the back of your head softly, burying his face in your still-wet hair. You hummed in agreement, smiling and turning your head as much as you could to kiss him.

You didn't know much of what happened after they came until you were being drawn into Tenya's arms, his soft voice against your ear as he praised you for how good you were tonight. Sero and Kaminari must have left, but you couldn't say when. You were so exhausted that you barely felt the bath Tenya drew for you to clean you up and weren't cognisant until you were wrapped in his strong arms in your bed.

"It was amazing, thank you, baby. I can't believe you all pulled that together." You mumbled tiredly, snuggling deeper into the soft blankets.

"Anything for you, Princess, now get some sleep."

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bigskydreaming · 3 years

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With the Tom Taylor stuff, they released a new Batgirl costume for Babs again (different anon then before though so hopefully same issue). People are mad because, well, it's abelist. Especially because like it feels like they've been teasing/foreshadowing her becoming Oracle again (ie. noting that she shouldn't be hopping from roofs, I mean Dick adopted a three-legged dog for Christ's sake). It really seems like the perfect time for the magic disability curing chip to die, and instead they come out with this? Disappointing. Rude. Especially rude because the new costume was announced on the first day of disability pride month, and he's responded by saying - but oh look, here's a back brace on the part of the suit behind the cape. Not a good look imo.

Idk how many people would have to agree on making Babs truly paraplegic again for it to happen? Like would something like this be up to editorial, or could Tom as the writer have enough sway to make it happen? I know the original decision was ten years ago, and Didio has (thank the lord) been fired since then, as has Harras, and I've heard there's been creative turnover as well. Since you've been in the fandom for a while, do you know who else we should be pressuring?

Its literally something that only editorial and higher will ever have decision-making control over.

I can tell you that while Gail Simone was the one who initially wrote the story where Babs returned to being Batgirl - and considering that a lot of Gail's own work was instrumental in fleshing out Babs as Oracle to the degree that she was - what I can say there is that Gail was not actually a fan of the decision to make Babs Batgirl again herself.

It was 100% a decision made by the higher-ups during the initial Reboot discussions, and I do know that a number of creatives, both writers and artists, voiced their protest to the decision at the time - though I can't speak to who exactly did so and who didn't.

Gail has however expressed that she went back and forth a lot on her decision to write Babs becoming Batgirl again, because she really was not comfortable with it at all, but that ultimately the reason she did decide to do it was because it was made clear to her by the higher-ups that they were asking her to write it out of respect to the work she'd done with Oracle previously - but whether she accepted or not, they were going to go forward with it, even if with another writer.

So ultimately, she's said she only decided to take on the story herself because she could at least try to make it as aware of Babs' time as Oracle and what she represented as Oracle as possible, whereas she had no control over if DC went to another writer whose approach to it was basically to magically handwave Babs being 'cured' and being ecstatically happy about it.

Please note, I'm not trying to speak to her choice there or argue for it or against it, I'm simply trying to repeat what I know of her stated perspective on it, as the writer who actually 'did it.'

My point just being that it wasn't a decision made at a creator level at all, and DC was more than ready to go around one of the writers most closely identified with Babs in her Oracle identity, as well as a number of others who were against it, though again I don't know how many or whom specifically.

I honestly don't see any guarantee they'd be more accommodating of any writers today trying to convince them to do it. So while I don't think voicing concerns over disabled representation to writers is ever a wasted effort, I don't see it accomplishing anything here in specific. If any movement is going to be made on this matter, its only going to be done through keeping the subject centered in the awareness of the higher-ups, so basically any editors with a social media presence.

Unfortunately, options are very limited there (I'm not really on twitter these days so I don't really know what editors are even around there, currently), but yeah, in the interest of prioritizing time and spoons, and concentrating efforts.....this is one of those situations where the writers themselves are simply the go-betweens and the only even potentially effective appeals are going to be those made at the editorial level and higher. (Higher being those at the publishing exec and board of directors level, but I wouldn't know where to even begin looking for those particular names).

Sorry I can't be more help!

(Also, just FYI in general on this matter:

For the record, I do try to be very....'light' about expressing my opinions when it comes to Babs' disability, because I do not trust myself to have the necessary objectivity. I have a physical disability that greatly impacts my way of living and has for five years, but in ways not remotely interchangeable with Babs. Additionally, mine does have a surgical treatment that would allow me to resume my original way of living without significant deviations from it, and its a treatment I still am working towards and hope to get in the near future. So I definitely have opinions on physical ableism in society and how I've even been impacted by such things myself, but I've also never viewed or even approached my own situation or disability through the lens of it being lifelong.

So I'm kinda 'thematically' somewhat in a position that has nuances relevant to the conversations at hand and the 'choices' being thrown around in-universe IF and only if such things were subject to 'real world rules' and self-autonomous choices rather than being ruled by the whims of editors with agendas and biases of their own. All of which makes me uncomfortable weighing in too heavily on this subject because I'm a naturally opinionated person, and I have a tendency to center my own experiences in online debates simply because they're the only ones I can actually speak to, particularly in non-monolithic situations like this one where even people with broadly shared marginalizations have opinions that differ in degrees both large and small.

My own disability really brought to light for me that I had a LOT of pre-existing ableism myself that I'm still unpacking five years in, and frankly I just don't trust myself to be able to tell the difference between opinions I express on this subject as a kind of unconscious wish fulfillment, ableism-still-in-need-of-further-unpacking, and even subconscious overcompensation for my own ableism based on addressing current issues I have born of impostor syndrome. Its a whole mess up here in terms of ableism discussions, so if you don't see me weighing in on the Babs matter much elsewhere, that's why.

Personally, I always write Babs as Oracle and physically disabled, even in Reboot-era stuff, and I’m fairly sure I always will - so don’t get me wrong, I have a very clear stance on that front because I'm never on board with erasing, mitigating or invalidating previous representation....that isn’t my issue here at all, its more just wading into arguments for and against undoing the chip storyline that I hesitate to do. I know my stance - I just don’t trust myself to argue it in the right ways or for the right reasons.

Just know its not because I'm oblivious to it, that I approve of DC's decisions here or how their various creatives reply to criticism of it, or because I don't have opinions myself......but my own view of things is too constantly shifting in my own life for me to be comfortable contributing any lasting voice to these discussions, at least where I'm at right now. I'm not good at speaking softly if I feel a need to speak up at all, but I don't believe in speaking loudly when I can't even be sure for myself that I can commit 100% to what I voice...and even more importantly in my mind, WHY I voice it).

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lilred8220 · 3 years

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Well, yet another fic no one asked for😃

I wanted to write this because some time go, I was watching the fireworks when this song started to play↓↓↓

And I just thought how romantic it would be if I wasn't forever alone 🙃 so, I build a story around that. I hope you enjoy it!

P.s. This is a F!MC

I had been so excited for this day! In the human realm, my hometown this time of year had a huge festival ending with a huge firework show. I had asked to go a week in advance but due to being in the Devildom for the exchange program, I couldn't go. It definitely was a disappointment. However Diavolo, seeing me upset and now curious about the tradition, asked all about it and he thought it sounded fun. Thanks to him always wanting to do anything new, he immediately decided to do the same here in the Devildom.

So through the long week, he asked about everything we would do at the event to make it much more fun and quickly get everything ready to make this last second festival. It somehow all came together and it feels almost exactly like the festival from the human realm. The food, sweets and all! Now it was the time to enjoy the festival!

The brothers couldn't understand why I was so excited for this. Though we all went to festivals and saw fireworks, It was just something that I would always look forward to this time of the year and it's just more special this time around. It kinda feels as if I'm sharing something that I love with everyone I care about in a place where I like to call my new home. Hopefully they'll come to enjoy this as much as I do.

"So, this is called an Elephant ear?“ Beel asked, drooling at the large fried sweet in front of him.

I laugh, as I grab a piece before he can scarf the treat whole, "Yeah, it's just fried dough with powdered sugar on it. They usually sell these at any carnival or festival." I pop the elephant ear in my mouth, savoring the amazing taste.

The brothers each had something to eat as we took a break from all the festival games littered around. We all take two picnic benches for the 8 of us, well, us and Beel's giant pile of food he got. Everyone had won something from the games…well everyone but me and Mammon. Mammon was determined to win a game, yet his luck seemed to be the worse for wear today and all the games we'd gone to all ended up with one of the other brothers winning the game. My luck honestly wasn't any better due to playing the same games that the others had won.

"I'm telling ya! Those games are rigged! The people runnin 'em are just a bunch of con artists!“ Mammon yells, clearly frustrated that he hasn't gotten anything.

"Or maybe you just suck lol" Levi says, holding a Ruri-chan plush to his chest.

"Honestly, you really shouldn't be surprised, you were pretty terrible at all those games since you had no choice but to play fair." Satan adds on, which all the brothers nod in agreement.

Asmo laughs, "Well, what do you expect from a scumbag?"

I start to get annoyed as the brothers all start to bash on Mammon. He seems fine on the surface but I've been around him long enough, with him basically living in my room and all, to see all his little ticks. Like when he's excited, his hand gestures are more dramatic, to emphasize his point or how his eyes light up when something catches his attention, like something to make a quick buck. However, right now, with the way his mouth slightly twitches and his hand shoved into his pockets, he's upset. He really only does this when the brothers throw insult after insult at him, like right now.

I sigh as they continue their assault on him. But an idea comes to mind and it'll be easy enough to pull off.

"Does...that all that stuff apply to me too? Since I didn't win anything either, after all..." I say, putting on my best pouting face and looking down at the ground.

Immediately, the brothers started to panic, trying to reassure me that it wasn't true, successfully drawing their attention away from Mammon. I slightly looked up, passed the frantic brothers to lock eyes with Mammon. He stood there for a moment, a bit confused by my sudden comment. I flash him a quick smirk before looking up at the brothers, accepting their apologies. The brothers seemed to relax and drop the topic after that, returning to the food they have. Mammon, who had seemingly understood what my intentions really were, looked at me, with his face slightly flushed, then stared down at his food.

In Mammon's mind, he honestly doesn't know what force sent Y/N here but, she is honestly the best thing that has ever happened to him. At first, he hated the idea of being her guardian due to all of the extra work he was given. But, as days turned to weeks, her treatment towards him was nothing but sweet and loving. It honestly was a huge adjustment for him, since everyone treated him like scum or useless, having her place so much faith in him, even defending him and doing little gestures like this, it makes his head spin. He honestly couldn't pinpoint when it happened, but, his feelings for her drastically changed, he couldn't deny it now, how he longed for her, wanted her all to himself. How he loved her unconditionally.

I smile, quickly finish eating my food then stand up, "Ok! Time to get back to the games!“ I say, excitedly.

"Y/N, I'm glad you are excited but some of us still need to eat." Lucifer says, glancing at Beel and his mountain of food.

"Awww, come on Lucifer, I wanna try to win something before the fireworks start." I plop down again, putting my chin in my hands.

"Well, I'm sure we'll have plenty of time." Lucifer tries to cheer me up, eating some fries.

Mammon looks up at Y/N, upon seeing her upset. He honestly hated seeing Y/N upset, even if for something so small as to wait for everyone to finish eating. He wanted nothing more than to see her smile everyday, it honestly was one of his favorite parts of the day to see her smile so sweetly. He'll do anything to make her happy. He sits up and scarfs down his food before standing up. "Ok, how 'bout this,' ' Mammon gets up and walks over to me, ' ' since I haven't won anythin', I'm gonna go play some more games and I'll meet ya guys later. Y/N, ya can come if ya want to." Mammon starts to walk away, at a slower pace than he usually would.

"Yeah! Ok!" Before any of the other brothers could protest, I quickly got up and hurried over to Mammon. I can hear the brothers stumbling to get up to follow us.

"Hey! Mammon is stealing Y/N!"

"That's not fair!“

"That scumbag..."

I hear some of the things they're saying as they seem to be trying to catch up.

I grab Mammon's hand and start to make a run for it. "Come on!" I glanced back at Mammon, who seemed shocked. He looks back to see the brothers in hot pursuit of us. Getting the hint, Mammon picks up the pace. We high tail it out of there, laughing like a bunch of kids all the while.

Me and Mammon finally stop and I flop on the floor, trying to catch my breath as Mammon puts his hands on his knees.

"I…I think we lost 'em" Mammon pants, out of breath from running around.

"I…I think so…jeez, how…how do you always do this when you get in trouble?“ I wheeze out, my human body not used to running as much as a demon. Especially if that demon is Mammon.

Mammon straightens up, finally catching his breath, "Well, I'm not usually running from ALL of my brothers, just Lucifer mostly."

Mammon reaches his hand to me and after a moment, I let him help me up. He helps me to my feet and when I look up, his face is very close to mine. We stare at each other for a moment before both of our faces turn more flushed than we already were.

His bright blue eyes that have a hint of that golden yellow has me in a trance. When I first met Mammon, it was the first thing that drew my attention, it's honestly something that I always find myself staring at all of the time. They are very beautiful to me and never fail to make me feel relaxed when I see them. But not only that, he is a very handsome man. His rich caramel skin with his pure white hair makes his face stand out even more. He is just so captivating to look at, however his personality is what truly makes him shine. Even if he tries, and fails, to hide his true feelings, he always has his heart on his sleeve, rather if he realizes that or not. He tries so hard to help me or to even make my day brighter when I'm not feeling my best. He even tries to protect his brothers and is always there for them. He honestly is the most caring person I've ever met and I can't help but fall for him because of that.

Mammon looked down at her face, he honestly couldn't help but stare. In his mind, she was more beautiful than anyone he's ever seen. Her beauty not only stopped at her looks but the person she was. She was a true wonder to him, too good to be true yet, here she was, defying all logic. All he wanted to do was look at every detail of her face, her eyes as they shine, her soft skin as the blush covers her face, her parted lips as her breath finally slows down. Mammon was the first to turn away, catching himself now staring at nothing but her lips.

He clears his throat. "W-Well since we're here, let's get to some games!" Mammon says, his fangs flash with his grin.

We made our way to the nearest game booth, both of us looking at the various prizes. The booth in question is a simple ring toss, the bottles are organized by colors which show what size prize you can get. There are the ridiculously large stuffed bears that are taller than me to the very small animal plushies. Scanning all the prizes, one catches my attention, a black plush crow with a yellow tag on it. It was big enough to hold in your arms, it's wings dangled at its sides. It had its beak opened slightly to look like a smile. I glance over at Mammon, who is currently eyeing a plushie of a grimm, that also has a yellow tag hanging off of it. I laugh, thinking of how that plush crow reminded me of him.

Mammon looks at me, slightly confused, "What are ya laughing at?"

"Oh nothing, though I know what prize I want." I smile, looking back at the crow plush.

Mammon follows my eyes over to the plush, he tilts his head at my choice, "Ya sure that's what ya want? There are plenty of things better than that ol' crow."

I nod enthusiastically, "Yeah, I think it's cute, like someone else I know." I playfully push him.

His ears turn a dark red but he laughs, "Well, I know what I want so, let's go and win some prizes!“

We pay the demon running the game and start trying to make the rings reach its mark. However, as in most carnaval games, the rings in question are only slightly bigger than the top of the bottles, making it much harder to win. Not to mention the bottles for the better prizes are further back, making it much harder. As we try a couple times, we don't get much luck and we're running out of grimms to play. However as we reach our last game, even though I end up with nothing, Mammon manages to sink a ring on a yellow bottle.

"We have a winner!“ the demon behind the booth says, walking over to grab the ring.

"Yeah! This was nothin' for the Great Mammon!" Mammon threw his hands in the air, and I cheered with him, "You did it! You won!“

The demon walks back over to us, "Alrighty, you can pick a prize with a yellow tag. Which will it be?"

Mammon's eyes flick to the plush he was eyeing earlier and he goes to speak, but an announcement rings through the speakers all around the festival, "The firework show will be starting in 15 minutes, marking the end of the festival! So hurry and grab a seat to enjoy the show!“ a cheery voice says before the music from before starts to play again. Mammon looks down at me for a moment before a small smile appears on his face.

Mammon looks at the demon and points at the plush crow, "I'll take that one."

I look up at Mammon, "But, I thought you wanted-“ I get cut off by the demon swift return, "Here you go." The demon hands him the crow plush.

Mammon takes the plush from the demon with his usual bright smile and starts walking off, I quickly follow, still confused. Once I catch up, he looks at me with a blush on his face and holds out the crow to me.

"W-well, there wasn't really anythin' I wanted, so I figured I'd get this ol' crow since ya seemed to want it so bad." He says with his usual bravado, yet it was a bit more shy than normal.

"But, you said…" I start to say as I take the plush but, cut my thought short.

Even though I know he wanted something, that much he's been saying all day, he still got me this crow plush. Knowing how he struggles to do these things and becoming a stuttering mess when it's pointed out, I choose to not question him. Yet, I can't help but love him even more, him knowing that I wanted something as well and that he'll be going back home later with nothing. I'll have to repay him later but for now, I'll just enjoy the rest of the festival with him.

I shake my head and give him a smile, one that shows how much I truly appreciate and love him, "Thank you so much, Mammon." I hold the crow close to myself.

Mammon feels all the air in his lungs escape him. Y/N's smile, the sparkle of joy and something more…intimate in her eyes. Honestly, for a split second, he found himself jealous of that crow, seeing Y/N holding it so lovingly. He wanted, no, needed to show her how much he loves her. If not tonight, it'll drive him insane.

After looking a bit, me and Mammon found a perfect spot to watch the fireworks. We sat on a hill that was a bit further away from the festival and luckily, we could still hear the music playing from one of the speakers nearby. We sat in a comfortable silence, waiting for the fireworks to begin. Which based on the amount of time it took to find this isolated spot, it should start at any moment.

Mammon is resting his arms on his knees as I sit with my legs crossed, the plush crow close to my chest. I watch all the demons in the distance hurrying to find a spot to watch the show as well. Thankfully, none of them seem to look in this direction. So right now, it's just us, alone.

After a few moments, Mammon looks over at me and shyly starts to speak, "H-hey, Y/N?"

I look back at Mammon, noticing his face slowly forming a blush, "Yes?"

"I…I wanted to tell ya-" Mammon gets cut off by the first firework going off.

We slightly jump, but my eyes widen as the firework show starts, "It's starting!"

I watch as the firework starts to make the usual dark Devildom sky shine bright with many different colors. All the while, a familiar song starts to play on the speakers, making this a moment that I want to treasure always. It was a song from the human realm and it was a song that made this moment feel more intimate. I honestly couldn't ask for a better day, I got to go to the festival with all my favorite people and I even had, dare I say it, a wonderful date with Mammon. The thought of going on a date with Mammon makes my cheeks burn but I truly wish that this day would never end.

Mammon's heart starts to pound in his chest, his gaze never leaving Y/N. He watches as her eyes glow with wonder, watching the fireworks as if it were the first time. She never looked more beautiful, more perfect than right now. If he was ever gonna make his move, it had to be now. Mammon opened his mouth to speak but he couldn't find it in himself to break her trance. However, his greed for her attention, her voice, her touch, for nothing but her, was growing. So, he closes his mouth and takes a deep breath. He leans closer to her as his shaky hand gently touches her cheek to turn her face towards him.

When I suddenly feel a light touch on my face, I snap back to reality. Before I can react, I feel my face being turned and suddenly, Mammon leans in, his eyes close and gently presses his lips on mine, like he's afraid that I'll break. My eyes widen, taking a moment to realize what is happening. Mammon, feeling me not move, starts to move away, most likely worried he did something wrong. But, not wanting to lose the moment, I quickly filled in the space he left, pressing my lips a bit harder than he did. Mammon tenses at my sudden movement but quickly melts into the kiss, holding my face with his hands. I place the plush to the side, momentarily forgotten, I place my hands on his chest for support.

The air stills, the world around us starts to disappear. The only thing to keep us from forgetting the world completely is the sound of fireworks and the song playing so sweetly.

I snake my arms around Mammon's neck, then he takes the chance to pull me in closer by my waist, closing the gap between us. Even though he was nervous at first, he seems to have relaxed, even nips at my bottom lip, causing me to gasp. He swiftly slips his tongue in my mouth, tangling it with mine, deepening the kiss. We held each other close, like we were afraid that the other would vanish.

Needing to breathe, we lean away slightly. I'm not sure when it happened, but I managed to end up on Mammon's lap. Mammon seems to also realize the position we're in and his breath hitches.

His hand comes up and holds my face, "I love ya, Y/N."

My heart flutters and I lean into his touch, "I love you too, Mammon. I…I always have."

"Y/N, I care about ya so much and I…I don't want anyone else trying to steal my most precious treasure from me. The thought of it kills me, because I'm yer first man." Mammon stops, becoming more shy, "I w-want ya to be mine and…I'll be yers…if ya want me."

I feel as though all of the butterflies in my stomach would explode out of me. I can't stop the big smile that appears on my face, "Mammon," I hold his face in my hands, "no one could ever take me away. And not only that but…" I bite my lip, feeling a bit bashful, "You already have me. Now and forever."

If Mammon could, his eyes would have hearts in them. He looked at me with such lovestruck eyes, his face is probably the most peaceful expression I've ever seen. I look back at him in awe, honestly have never seen him so happy, like he's on cloud nine.

A smile is plastered on his face, "I promise that I will be with ya till the end of time. I gotta be the luckiest demon in the whole festival, no, the Devildom. But, I guess I did win something at the festival after all." His smile suddenly turns into a smirk, "What do ya say we go somewhere more private and we can continue…this?"

My face turns red, but I nod. We stand up, I grab my plushie so that we can leave when I suddenly hear someone, or rather, some people, running this way.

"MAMMON!"

We spin around, both of us knowing too well who that voice belongs to. Lucifer and the rest of the brothers are running at full sprint in our direction.

"Oh shit!" Mammon yells out, quickly sweeping me off my feet, making a run for it.

Startled, I grabbed on to Mammon's jacket, making sure to not drop my crow plush, "Ah! M-Mammon!“

He looks down at me, " Well, I might get strung up later, but I'm yer man now. I want ya all to myself and I don't know about ya, but I'm not ready for tonight to end." He flashes his signature smile.

I can't help but laugh, as we make yet another escape from the brothers. This is truly the best day I could have asked for.

#obey me #obey me mammon #obey me mc #Spotify

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Songs About Me: Thistle & Bloom (CH7)

Jamie and Claire end up in Claire's shop. More revelations, a mysterious phone call, and exchanged promises. SO sorry about the gap between chapters! I've been pretty sick over here, and just needed a break to get better. I'm feeling better and glad to be writing again!

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CHAPTER SEVEN

Claire Beauchamp’s front porch, a late October night, Louisburg Square, Beacon Hill, Boston

“Claire, I--” he swallowed and took a step back from her. She noticed that in the distance he created, his hand still held onto her waist. His fingertips pressed into her flesh and goosebumps erupted under the fabric. She met his eyes and sank into their ocean depths.

“I’d verra much like to kiss ye. May I?”

Words had never failed Claire before. She spent her free time letting sentences flow around her, wrapping her in warmth and comfort. Words were her solace and succor. When Jamie’s eyes flicked from her lips to her eyes in question , in longing , any word she thought of failed her completely. She nodded quickly, for it was all she could manage in the moment. Whatever she had been expecting from Jamie, whatever she expected a first kiss to be like with the stranger who had enchanted her from their first meeting, whatever she expected failed in comparison. Jamie leaned forward, and steeled himself with a slow swallow. Claire watched his throat bob with the effort, and for the first time, wondered to herself how much power he was holding unchecked in the moment. There wasn’t time to think before he had regained his composure and moved closer into her. His clear blue eyes had darkened to the color of Claire’s favorite coastline, and her breath caught in her throat. The moment she met his eyes, everything faded away. There were no words, no chill in the late October air, no more spiraling thoughts… there was just Jamie. His woody cologne swirled together with the scent of fallen leaves on wet, worn bricks; their air mingled together, and it was happening. His mouth found purchase with hers, softly, tenderly. He tasted like a smoke-filled whisky and something so inexplicably him. Had she been sober, she might have had the thought to hold back some, to not devour this man before her… but she wasn’t sober, and couldn’t have been with the intoxicating feel of him against her body and in her mouth. Her hands moved from his chest up his neck and into the curls at the nape of his neck. He moaned when her fingers moved upwards into his hair. “God, Claire…” His hands roamed around her waist and up the expanse of her back, down her ribcage and almost to her arse, but pulled back to crush her to him instead. She moaned in protest and he laughed breathily as he whispered, “Ye have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to kiss ye like this.” Claire smiled through his returning kisses. An arm snaked around her waist while the other ran up the length of her spine. She was being greedy, she knew it, and couldn’t stop it. Her tongue softly ran along his lips and he nearly spasmed at the contact. Apparently one little tease was all the invitation he needed -- a hand was in her hair, his tongue was in her mouth, her body was crushed against the most beautiful man she’d ever seen. They were playing a dangerous game, the two of them, and she was ready to explode with the fire he set in her.

“You’ll stay…?” He moved his mouth to her ear, nibbling her earlobe just a bit. “God, Jamie…” Hot breath from a small chuckle made her skin erupt in shivers. “You’ll stay? Tonight?”

Stubble scratched her neck, soothed by wet kisses. “Hmmmm?”

She drew his face back to hers in her hands and kissed him soundly. “Come upstairs with me, Jamie.”

Navy orbs met dark gold ones in the glow of lamplight. He made for their mouths to meet again, but didn’t close his eyes. He released her finally, but kept a tight grip on her waist. “Yer so beautiful, Claire.”

She felt her cheeks burn at his compliments. How did he do that to her? Just a few words, a pointed look, a whisper in her direction and she was absolutely melted. She reached for his hand and moved to open her door, but Jamie stayed rooted to the spot.

“I cannae go inside wi’ ye tonight, mo nighean donn.” Surely she hadn’t heard him right. Was he rejecting her? She dropped his hand and stepped back, turning toward the door to turn her key in the lock.

What the fuck happens now? Claire turned, stood up straight, and outstretched her hand. “Well, this really has been a great night. Maybe I’ll see you around sometime?” She tried to keep the hurt off her face, but knew she was failing.

Jamie looked at her hand like it was a foreign object, and stepped forward. He took her small hand in both of his and brought her knuckles to his lips. “Claire, ye have to know how much I want tae go inside with ye. God, I’ve never wanted anything more than I want ye in this moment. But lass, I don’t just want this moment… I want so much more with ye. The way I feel about ye, I know ye feel it, too. I’m not willing to let this get out of hand. Ye mean too much to me. This, means too much to me. I’m going to do this right, mo chridhe.” Claire’s whole body had felt warm with adrenaline moments before, but now it surged with affection for Jamie. “If ye wanted to kiss me like that again though, I wouldna complain one bit, though,” he added with a smirk breaking through his serious facade.

Claire laughed in earnest and kissed him with all the passion she could muster. Her hand rested on his heart and it pounded faster with the seconds shared in their kiss. Before she was lost in him once again, she pulled away and he let out a strangled cry at the loss of her. His eyes hadn’t opened before she had completely extricated herself from him and had her front door open. “Goodnight, James!” she laughed.

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“You’ll be the death of me, Sassenach!” The door was closed before he had time to recompose himself. He sighed and ran a hand through his mussed curls. He absolutely stood by what he said about wanting to honor what they had, and he had not planned on following her to bed tonight. He wouldn’t treat this like it was disposable or quick. Then again… no lass had ever kissed him the way Claire Beauchamp did. Before he could knock on her door and beg her to let him in, he forced himself off the porch and down the sidewalk. One more look at her windows, one more second in place thinking about her, and he’d end up back in her arms tonight. One day, lad. One day.

Jamie had mentioned he had to be at the bookshop the next day, and Claire had every intention of not bothering him at work. She had planned to answer a few emails and do some administrative work with a coffee and then head down to her own shop to work on propagating some of the rarer plants. She loaded her leather messenger bag with her laptop, notebook, writing notebook, an assortment of her favorite pens, and headed down the street. Twenty minutes and a large chai later, she aimlessly strolled toward her shop on Garden Street. She found herself drifting a few blocks south of the direction she should be headed in and a few blocks closer to Fraser Literature. Surely there was no harm in working at one of the tables in the courtyard at the bookshop, right? She wandered through the streets with a new purpose and was soon setting up shop at one of the familiar cafe tables outside her favorite shop. Had the store not been open today, she would have wasted the morning away there in the courtyard, letting the sun glow around her, warming her chilled surroundings. Alas, being a business owner was not exactly as freeing as someone may think and she had work to do. A while later, Claire was zoned-in on an email about variegated monstera deliciosa orders when a voice behind her nearly made her fall out of her chair.

“Whatcha working on today, Sassenach?” She clutched her chest and turned to see Jamie arched an eyebrow and crossed his arms, clearly pleased with his startling announcement of arrival.

“Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ, Jamie! Are you trying to give me a heart attack over here?”

“Ach no, jes’ reveling in the fact that ye clearly can’t get enough of me. Getting me drunk at dinner, encouraging puir decisions, the way ye kissed me last night, trying to get me into yer bed, and now, I find ye waiting for me outside my shop. I jes’ find it interesting , is all.”

“I was doing no such thing! This is just were I work! I’d been working here long before I knew this was your shop!”

“Likely story, Sassenach.” Claire assumed he was trying to wink, but in much the same way an owl does, he just blinked both clear blue eyes at her and scrunched up his nose, making Claire snort in laughter at his attempt.

“I do actually have to work, though, and now that I know you’re distracted, I should go so we both actually get something done today,” she said, and began to pack up her bags.

“Tis a timely distraction, actually!” Jamie handed her a yellow notebook and raised his brows when he gestured throwing her empty drink in the trash.

Claire nodded in response to the cup and continued to pack up. “Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

“We’ve been getting some feedback from customers lately that they’re very much enjoying the ‘atmosphere’ of the store, and more and more people at checkout say they like all the plants hanging around! The boys and I were discussing taking that idea and running with it… kind of an arts experience, ken? The music, the books of course, and bring nature into it all. I’d like to add in some more plants, but dinna ken what would work best. Is there any way ye could help me figure it out? Maybe I could stop by your wee shop sometime and we could talk it out?”

Claire swung her bag over her shoulder and smiled at Jamie’s nervousness in asking her for something so… chill . “Of course you can stop by, Jamie! Actually, I’m headed there now, if you’d like to join?” His smile could have rivaled the sunshine for brightest thing in the courtyard. Claire waited inside the store’s entrance while Jamie told Angus and Rupert he’d be back in a while and noticed the way Jamie’s ears pinked at the tips when Angus leaned in to whisper something and Rupert playfully punched Jamie in the arm. She pretended to fuss with something on the bookshelf, but smiled to herself nonetheless.

“Ready, Sassenach?” Jamie was waiting by her side a few moments later. It was Claire’s turn to beam up at him.

“Always.”

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Thistle and Bloom was Jamie’s second-favorite place in all of Boston. It was the word “thistle” that had originally drawn him into the shop shortly after moving to the city. It reminded him of home, of the Highlands, and of all the things that just felt like home. He had met the redhead behind the counter a handful of times, always hearing the owner was out back working, or gone searching for herbs, or otherwise occupied. He and Geillis had become friendly over the years, and the other lads had become more than friendly with her on more than one occasion. It was Geillis that had invited them all out to karaoke, and he would forever be grateful for how fate had worked in his life. Geillis, this shop, his bookstore, Scotland… all of it played a part in getting him here today, with Claire.

They approached the storefront and Claire absolutely beamed with pride. The outside of the shop was ornate for Boston, but beautiful. The building was brick, with a white-washed wood first story with large arched windows. Painted with forest green on the arches of the facade, a heavy naturally-stained wood had the name of the wee shop painted in gold lettering, and a heavy carved thistle painted in gold sat as the crowning jewel in the signage. English ivy crawled and sprawled up the planters on the sidewalk and up the white wood over the green arches and up the antique brick. Whisky barrels sat in front of the windows exploding with blooms in modern arrangements, like they had truly come to life in the most whimsical and elegant way. Now knowing it was Claire behind it all, everything made sense. He thumbed a rogue branch of the ivy, it’s Englishness not lost on him. Inside the store, Jamie saw it all with fresh eyes.

Jamie was a fair gardener -- truth be told, he hadn’t needed explicit help in finding the right plants for his store, but he’d near say anything to spend time with Claire. She nervously showed him around, occasionally muttering the scientific name of a houseplant or remarking about the rarity of another under her breath. Only once did she catch one yellowing leaf on something that trailed up the wall, and she plucked it off and shoved it in her jeans pocket. Jamie shook his head in exasperation at her -- didn’t she know, everything she did was perfect? They continued their little tour and examined every plant in the store for Jamie’s needs. Jamie occasionally hummed or nodded in agreement of Claire’s assessment of the plants, but he knew she really wasn’t talking to him. Sometimes, she’d look at Jamie or ask for his opinion on a plant, but otherwise, she existed in her own little world. Claire had amassed a collection of medium-sized plants on the counter she assured him wouldn’t be too much work but would flourish with his attention, and turned the most brilliant shade of pink when she caught sight of him watching her work.

Seeing that the shop was empty for the moment, Jamie moved in toward Claire. Watching her like this, in her element, so happy, he just wanted to kiss her again. Just steps away from her, she turned to him, smiling. One more step until bliss…

Jamie jumped. His phone rang loudly from his pocket. Rushing to silence it, he pulled it out of his pocket to a blonde woman’s smiling face on the Caller ID. He shut off the ringer and looked for Claire. She was shuffling plants at the counter, not really rearranging anything but trying to make herself busy nonetheless. Ifrinn. She saw the damned phone.

“So, Claire…” he was interrupted by a voicemail notication. He ignored it. “I was wondering if ye grow these plants yerself, or…” another loud beep followed by another indicated he was getting texts at a rapid pace. “Jesus, fuck!”

“If you need to get that, it’s really fine, Jamie!” Claire was trying for a breezy tone and failing miserably. She’d seen the beautiful woman on the phone. They never said they were exclusive or anything, it was awfully presumptuous of her to assume that in the two days they’d known each other, that he didn’t have any other ties. She was spiraling but a warm, steady hand brought her back down to reality.

“I dinna need to do anything, Sassenach. Nothing matters to me now except for being here with ye.” He gave her a reassuring smile, and with only the briefest hesitation to make sure she was caught up with his feelings, he kissed her chastley. “Now, I was asking how ye came to amasse such a small jungle.”

Claire smiled adoringly at Jamie, pushing any nagging thoughts about the mysterious caller to the side. “I’d like to show you something, if you can be away for a little while longer,” Claire said. Jamie nodded and followed her when she went out the back door of the shop.

Instead of finding a back door leading to an alleyway or a small yard, Jamie stepped into pure light. A white wooden door with paned glass led the way into the most beautiful greenhouse Jamie had ever seen. It was a few small rooms, each terraced with a few cement steps leading into the next. Slowly walking through, Jamie noticed each tiny room was a different biome: one for tropical plants, one for houseplants, one for cacti and sand-dwelling plants, and one with plants he’d never seen before. The windows were probably once crystal clear, but now the glass was clouded with condensation and moss in the corners. The cream paint on the window and door panes was chipping away in places, and the floor was covered in loose dirt and a few errant leaves. Everything was diffused light and shades of green and white and warm air. It was warm inside and Jamie wiped away a bead of sweat from his forehead. He turned to Claire, who stood in the far corner, awaiting judgment like a child. She smiled shyly, hugging herself and leaning against a potting bench. Her hair was conspiring with the humidity to add more curls to her head at an alarming rate, and she looked like the queen of her own personal Jumanji. Jamie had never seen a more ethereal sight in his life.

“Ye know, I always come here when I miss home,” he held a leaf the size of his own head in his hand and made his way along the rows of flora as he continued. “Scotland is so green, ken? I think it’s the thing I miss most. The traditions there are so old but it’s so green and fresh and new out in the moors and the lochs and munros. This shop, yer shop,” he smiled at her, “it always felt the way I felt about being home in Scotland.”

“Have I told you I grew up in Scotland?”

Jamie’s head snapped up at that. “Ye said ye were from Oxford?”

She nodded. “Yes, originally. I went to school in Oxford, and Oxford was where I thought I’d build my life. Actually though, in between travelling with my uncle, we’d always end up in Scotland. My uncle had a place in Glenfinnan?” Jamie’s jaw dropped. “I take it you know the place?”

“Aye! I’m from Inveraray!”

“I’ll jot that down in the list of things we have in common!” She laughed. “Anyways, he had a croft up there and we’d go all the time. It’s mine now, but I haven’t had time to make it back there after opening up shop here in Boston. Scotland holds a very special place in my heart, though. All the important moments in my life happened in the Highlands: my best birthdays, my first kiss, my biggest adventures, it’s where I went when I left my ex, when my uncle died…” Jamie came to her, stroking her arm when he saw her eyes shimmered with unshed tears. “The highlands always felt wild and peaceful and magical to me. I wanted to have a slice of that here. It’s obviously for work, too, but this… this is my favorite place. My oasis. It feels…”

“Like heaven,” Jamie finished. The moment he said it, he almost wished he could take it back not because he didn’t mean it, but because it really did feel like heaven here with her.

“Like heaven,” she repeated. He found her staring longingly at him, and he couldn’t help it then. He kissed her with as much admiration as he could possibly muster in a kiss, and it still didn’t feel like enough when she drew back for air.

“Having you here with me, in this place… This is more than I could have ever hoped for.”

“Make me a promise, Sassenach?”

Claire was puzzled. She brought him into her very favorite place, and he’s asking for random promises right now? “Yes, Jamie?”

“Promise me we’ll end up in Scotland together. I’ll take ye up the munros and down in the lochs and we’ll laugh and drive and get caught up in sheep herds together. We’ll drink ‘til we cannae walk we’ll talk about how the universe conspired to get us here. Me and you, mo nighean donn. Promise ye’ll let me follow ye around the world and back to the place we both love. Promise me that one day, we’ll get back there together.”

Despite knowing Jamie for such a short time, despite the day that was supposed to be a fun, non-committal one picking out plants, Claire found herself swimming in the depths of his ocean eyes with no plan to get out and dry off. Despite the rational part of her brain telling her she should not be making plans so soon, she saw an entire lifetime in his face. Maybe it was the ethereal atmosphere, maybe it was that he made her drunk on his presence alone, maybe it was magic that made her match his eyes and say, “Scotland it is. I’ll follow you anywhere.”

#in which tessaactually tries fan fic #songs about me fic #outlander fic #outlander fan fic #jamie x claire #jamie fraser #claire beauchamp #FIRST KISS FIRST KISS FIRST KISS #things are amping up to get v angsty #but until then #things are V FLUFFY #and are about to get vvv smutty.

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Trusting Strangers - Chapter 12

Arthur Morgan x Female reader

Summary: Reader and Arthur's relationship in now not so secret. She spends one on one time with Dutch and also some alone time with Arthur.

Warning: robbing, mentions of smut but nothing too bad!

Notes: sorry it's taken me so long with this chapter. I've taken a bit of time off over Christmas. Please let me know what you think....can't wait to write the next chapter after this ending 🤤

You can also read my work on my ao3 account Outlaws_world !!

Chapter 1

You had been tossing and turning all night. Each time you were drifting off back to sleep your memories reminded you of the events of last night. As it started to get lighter outside you decided to go check on Dallas. Sleep wasn't coming easy and you decided to make yourself useful instead of just laying in your tent. The cut around Dallas' limb had started to scab over and there was no sign of infection. You reapplied some of the herbs that Charles had given you and fed the horses. It must have been early as everyone was still fast asleep in camp and the morning birds had only just started chirping in the trees. You made yourself a coffee and stood at the end of the dock looking out over the lake. The sun was rising over the hills which filled the sky with a burnt orange. You took in a deep breath which filled your lungs with the freshness of the air before taking a sip from your coffee. There were a couple of birds floating on the water and you watched as they sat there, still and silent. You were so lost in focusing on the stillness of the morning that you didn't hear the footsteps behind you.

''Mornin' Miss (Y/L/N)'' you spun round quickly to see Dutch had walked up behind you. He was smoking on a cigar and smiling at you.

''Mornin' Dutch'' you spoke hesitantly after you caught your breath.

''Sorry dear, I didn't mean to frighten you'' he smirked. Even though it was first thing in the morning, Dutch didn't have a hair out of place and he dressed so smartly. You must have looked scruffy in comparison as you had the same clothes on from yesterday and hadn't combed your hair yet. He came to stand next to you as you both looked over the water. ''You alright after last night?'' he questioned, not taking his eyes away from the view.

''Yeah'' you paused. ''I didn't mean for it to escalate the way it did'' you tried to defend yourself. Dutch sighed as he looked at you.

''It ain't your fault Miss (Y/L/N)'' his voice was hushed as the camp was starting to stir behind you. ''Arthur has taken quite a shine to you. I realise you two seem to be gettin' on rather well'' he scanned your face waiting for your reaction. You continued to look out over the lake hoping that he would avert his gaze. ''I hope this ain't gonna be a problem''. You look at him slightly taken aback by what he had just said.

''I don't know what you mean?'' you question, looking directly into his gaze now.

''You have settled in well here (Y/N). You have also pulled your weight and done well on jobs'' he paused taking a drag from his cigar and blowing it out over the lake. ''I want to see this for myself. What are you doing today?’’ he questioned ignoring your confusion.

‘’I was going to see about those horses with John this mornin’.’’ You scanned the camp trying to find him.

‘’That can wait’’ he protested. ‘’ Ride with me to Rhodes. I’ll let you get on with your morning chores and then come find me’’ he eyed you up and down before adding ‘’ I’ll inform John of the change of plan, the horses can wait for tomorrow’’.

''Of course Dutch'' you said shyly. He patted you on the shoulder before walking back into camp and leaving you standing on the dock by yourself.

You thought about Dutch's words as you sipped on the rest of your coffee. Gaining Dutch's trust was a hard task when you first joined the gang and the last thing you wanted was to jeopardise that. You hoped that your time spent with him would allow you to finally prove your full worth to him. ‘I hope this ain’t gonna be a problem’, what did he mean by that? There was a slight nervous feeling in the pit of your stomach as you thought he might not approve of your relationship with Arthur. Was that what this trip to Rhodes was going to be about?

You tried to ignore the feeling as you made your way back into camp. Most people had started to stir and were getting on with their chores. Although you knew Dutch would let John know about the change of plan, you wanted to tell John yourself and to clear the air from last night. When you couldn’t find him anywhere around camp you made your way over to the dirty dishes and began cleaning. You had only just gotten settled into your work when Tilly and Karen both decided to settle down next to you. As you glanced up, you saw the huge grins plastered across their faces and automatically rolled your eyes.

''Awwh come on now, don't be like that'' Karen giggled. You looked into the wash bucked and concentrated on the dish in your hand. Trying to block out the eager girls stares.

''You can't hide from us in a pile of dirty dishes, ya know'' Tilly smirked at you. You looked up and sighed. She was right, no matter what you did, you couldn't avoid them forever. ''You gonna tell us then?''.

''Tell you what?'' you smirked.

''Don't play dumb. Tell us about what happened last night'' Karen scoffed. She sat next to you with a ripped shirt in hand as she tried to sew the seam back together.

''With Micah?'' you questioned.

''No you idiot. With Arthur'' Karen tutted. ''He was clearly protective over ya, never seen him so riled up. Micah must have struck a nerve talkin' bout you like that'' she giggled as she spoke. You knew that being cooped up in the camp all day can be boring, so the girls lived for any gossip or drama. You shook your head and sighed looking over to see Arthur was sat on his cot writing something in his journal. He looked so fixated on what he was jotting down, you couldn’t help but wish he was by your side right now to answer the questions that were being thrown at you.

''Would you just leave the poor girl alone'' Sadie interrupted, she was standing over the three of you with her hands on her hips.

''We were only asking'' Tilly spoke shyly.

''Yeah, well I'm tellin'. Can't you see she has enough to do without you two at her'' she gestured for the two girls to move which they did with a grunt and a couple wise remarks. Sadie came to sit beside you and grabbed a dish to clean. ''Told you they would find out'' she giggled. You couldn't help but smirk at her comment but you stayed silent. The two of you continued to wash the dishes. Your eyes scanned the camp to try find John but instead landed on Arthur walking towards you.

''Mornin' Ladies'' he tipped his hat to the both of you.

''Arthur'' Sadie greeted him as she carried on scrubbing one of the dishes.

‘’(Y/N), can I have a word?’’ his voice was hushed as if to try and not draw too much attention to us. You glanced at Sadie who gave you an approving nod before you dried your hands on your trousers and stood up to follow Arthur. The giggling coming from the other girls behind you were more then obvious, but you ignored them. You followed Arthur back towards the dock where you had been standing not too long ago.

‘’You alright?’’ Arthur asked as you reached the dock. He placed a hand softly on your lower arm, almost taking your hand whilst looking straight into your eyes. His touch suddenly warmed your whole body and your cheeks flushed red. You were slightly embarrassed to how easily this man could change your whole mood with a simple touch. His bright blue eyes were unavoidable, you could see the corner of his mouth was upturned as he looked at you which only made your heart race faster.

‘’I am now’’ you smiled up at him. He smiled sweetly back at you as he intertwined his fingers in yours. Quickly, you glanced back towards the camp to see if anyone was watching. Before you could let go of his hand and pull away, Arthur’s free hand reached your cheek to move your face back to focus on him.

‘’Cat’s outta the bag (Y/N)’’ he smirked at your panicked reaction. ‘’I guess I’m to blame for that’’ his hand cupped your cheek still as he looked from your eyes to your lips. He was right, everyone in camp knew by now that something was going on. There was no point in hiding it. ‘’I just wanted to make sure that you were alright with it all?’’ he lowered his voice slightly as you dropped your eyes to look down at the floor.

You wanted to say how much you hated that people were already trying to know all your business, you hated that the attention was focused on the two of you because you were the biggest news in camp. Being on your own for so long you had gotten used to no one paying you any attention and you liked it that way, you never had to explain yourself to anyone. The words couldn’t form in your mouth and as you looked back up to meet Arthur’s eyes all of your worries seemed to fade away. If the whole camp knowing meant that the both of you could stop sneaking around and be together then you didn’t seem to care. All that mattered to you was Arthur.

‘’I’m alright. Though you owe me’’ you smirked at him. ‘’You don’t have to deal with the girls wanting to know every detail’’. Arthur laughed shyly as he pulled you closer to him. He leaned down and kissed you softly. It didn’t feel like your previous kisses, you were very aware that anyone could be watching but it felt more meaningful somehow. You didn’t have to hide your affection for one another. You felt a warm feeling at the fact that Arthur was happy for the camp to know about his feeling towards you.

‘’How about I take you outta camp for the night?’’ Arthur smiled leaning his forehead against yours.

‘’Deal’’ you smiled before placing a soft kiss on his cheek. The two of you slowly made your way back into camp before Mrs Grimshaw came over to tell you both to stop slacking. As you walked into the heart of camp you noticed everyone’s attention was on the both of you and you could feel a hot flush run through your body.

‘’I better finish my chores’’ you gestured back towards Sadie who was still busy washing dishes. Arthur smiled before leaning down and kissing your cheek in front of the whole camp. The gesture produced a gasp and whispers that could be heard from the girls who were watching the both of you. You bit your lip and your cheeks flushed once more before heading back towards Sadie. You sat down next to her and continued with your work, you couldn’t help the smile that graced your face.

‘’I hope you know that I can’t save you from the oncomin’ questions now’’ Sadie giggled. It was as if the other girls had heard Sadie’s comment because almost instantly they had all gathered round you.

‘’When did it happen?’’

‘’Is he a good kisser?’’

‘’Is he romantic?’’

Their questions came thick and fast and you did your best at answering as Sadie sat smirking at you. You must have looked like a rabbit when face to face with a cougar as the questions piled in. Once you washed the last dish you stood up and held your hands up in surrender.

‘’Alright, alright. Enough questions for one day’’ the girls all sighed with the loss of excitement. ‘’I’ll see y'all later’’ you took no time in waiting for their response as you strode across camp to find Dutch. As you crossed camp you scanned it to see if John had made an appearance. He was still nowhere to be seen so you shrugged it off. Dutch was sat in his tent reading one of his novels when you approached him.

‘’Ahh (Y/N)’’ he closed the book as he saw you stood in the opening of his tent. ‘’You ready to go?’’.

‘’Yeah’’ you nodded as he put his book down on his cot and gestured for you to lead the way to the horses. Dallas favouring his leg still so you took one of the spare horses for the day. You both mounted up and you followed closely behind Dutch as he led the way out of camp and onto the main road to town. The both of you rode in silence which only made you more nervous. Dutch had always been kind to you and impressed with your work but you had never had to prove yourself to him before or spent any time with him alone. Luckily Rhodes wasn’t too far from camp and you both hitched your horses outside of the saloon before making your way inside. Dutch ordered you both a beer and you took a seat at a free table in the corner of the room. The saloon was quiet as it was only midday but there was a piano player which filled the empty atmosphere.

‘’So, I want to see first hand what you can do Miss’’ Dutch broke the silence as you took a sip from your beer. ‘’I’ve heard a lot of great things but never seen it for myself’’ he smirked at you before joining you in a drink. You didn’t exactly know what Dutch was expecting. All the jobs that you have done for the gang had been planned by someone else and you just did as you were told.

‘’What’s the plan?’’ you asked, slightly confused.

‘’No plan’’ Dutch raised his eyebrows. ‘’Just do what you do best’’ he leant back in his chair with his arms folded over his chest, expecting to watch a show. You took a deep breath and glanced around the bar trying to find a target. Rhodes wasn’t too far away from the city of Saint Denis which meant many rich folk passed through regularly. You spotted a couple of men sat at the bar, both well dressed and merrily drinking. They looked like they were celebrating something as they toasted to one another’s success. You quickly gulped the rest of your drink before giving Dutch a nod in their direction. Dutch glanced over at the two men and the corner of his mouth tugged upwards in a mischievous smile before he nodded at you. You straightened out your clothing and fixed your hair before making your way over to the bar to stand next to the two men.

You gestured for the bartender before ordering another beer. Once, you had been served your drink you stood, leaning on the bar in a way that would attract a man’s eye to the curve of your bum. One of the men took the bait straight away and turned his attention to you as you began to drink your beer.

‘’What is a beautiful woman such as yourself doing in a town like this?’’ he leaned towards you. His breath stank of alcohol and his eyes were slightly glazed over indicating he was a lot more drunk then you had first thought.

‘’Just passin’ through’’ you smiled sweetly placing a hand on his forearm. ‘’How about yourself?’’. Before you knew it, you were standing in between the two men drinking your beer and creating convocation. They both had closed some sort of business deal that you paid no interest too and were celebrating. You hummed along whilst congratulating them. They were both quite young, handsome men so you acted as though you were falling for their charms. After your second beer that they had bought you, you decided to take your leave and go back to Dutch. Both the men were slightly disappointed that you were leaving however, they let you go without any complaints.

‘’I think it’s best we leave now’’ you smiled at Dutch who sat watching you with a confused expression. He didn’t question you and followed you out of the saloon and to your horses.

‘’(Y/N), I think you missed the point of this trip’’ he finally turned to you before you mounted your horse. You grinned at him, before he could say another word you produced 2 watches, $20, a golden ring, a packet of cigarettes and what seemed to be an engagement ring from your pockets. You placed all the items in Dutch’s hand.

‘’Pretty sure we can sell this stuff at the general store. Plus, I found out that they have a bunch of deeds back at their house which isn’t too far from here. Turns out they will both be out of town on business next week. Might be worth a look’’ you smirked feeling pretty pleased with yourself.

‘’Well I must say, I am impressed’’ Dutch nodded at you, you couldn't help but hear the slight shock in his voice. This only made you more smug about doing a good job. ‘’Let’s go see what we can get for these’’ Dutch chuckled as he stuffed the items into his pockets. The both of you mounted up and began to head to the main street. As you were riding down the street you passed by Hosea and Arthur. They were on their way to the saloon with a wagon full of moonshine. Hosea had dressed Arthur up in a hat and a pipe sticking out of his mouth and you couldn’t help but giggle at the sight. They both tipped their hats to you as you passed one another but no words were exchanged. Arthur rolled his eyes as he saw the amusement on both yours and Dutch's faces.

"He's never been one for playing dress up" Dutch remarked. "No doubt we will get an earful later" he bellowed whilst laughing.

Dutch and yourself entered the general store and sold the items for $40 altogether. He decided to buy you a broach of a horse’s head cast in bronze that you had taken a shine too. You thanked him on the way out before pinning the broach to your shirt. The two of you began your journey back to camp ignoring the noises coming from the saloon. Clearly whatever Hosea and Arthur was up to was working in their favour.

‘’Good work today Miss (Y/L/N)’’ he smiled at you as you rode side by side. ‘’I’m glad we found you’’. This made you light up. You knew Dutch was hard to please and to hear him say these things only made you feel more at home in the gang. Although, you couldn't help but think of your convocation that you had by the dock that morning. You hadn't spoken about your relationship with Arthur this whole trip, which you originally though that's what this was about.

‘’Thanks Dutch’’ you smiled at him. ‘’Can I ask you a question?’’ he nodded at you to continue. You cleared your throat and gathered up the courage before speaking up. ‘’Earlier, you said that you hope that me and Arthur don’t become a problem, what did you mean?’’ you asked so shyly that you thought he might not have even been able to hear you. You heard him take a deep breath in as you looked at the road in front of you, avoiding his gaze. The silence was deafening, the only sound was your heart racing as Dutch thought about your question.

‘’I meant no offence’’ he cleared his throat before carrying on. ‘’Things like relationships can be a hard thing with the way we live. They can get in the way and distract us from our responsibilities. As long as you know the gang comes above anything else, it shouldn’t be a problem. Keep up the hard work’’ Dutch scanned your face for your reaction. You looked up to catch his gaze before nodding. "And Miss (Y/L/N), I won't tolerate any more fighting in camp" he warned looking straight into you.

‘’I understand. It won’t get in the way’’ you promised Dutch. Although you knew he meant well you couldn’t help but feel he thought you might take Arthur away from his work or even the gang. You had no intension of doing so as you knew how much the gang meant to him, and how much it was starting to mean to you as well. It was like a family, one that you have been needing for so long.

Once you were back in camp Dutch left you to tend to the horses. You brushed the borrowed horse and the Count before feeding them some carrots as a treat. It wasn’t long before the sun began to set on another day and you helped yourself to some of Pearson’s stew. Lenny came to keep you company and sat on the log next to you by the fire. It was nice to talk to someone who wasn't interested enough to ask about your and Arthur's relationship. Lenny was the youngest in the gang but he talked as though he was the oldest. He was incredibly smart and always good company.

‘’You seen John today?’’ you asked as you scanned the camp still unable to locate John.

‘’Yeah, he has been on guard most of the day, didn’t want anyone to relieve him of his post’’ Lenny shrugged. You turned your nose up at the thought of John wanting to be on guard all day. He hated that job, he always complained that it was boring. Maybe something had happened between him and Abigail which made him want to be by himself for a while. You were about to go and check on him when you saw Arthur ride back into camp. He dismounted Siego and marched over to speak to Dutch and Micah. You and Lenny both tried to overhear their conversation without any luck. Whatever they were taking about, you could tell Arthur wasn't too pleased about it. You turned your attention back to the remainders of your stew and scraped the bowl clean.

‘’Ma’am’’ Arthur drew your attention from your bowl. He held his hand out for you to take which you did gladly. He pulled you onto your feet before taking your bowl from you and placing it in the wash tub. ‘’You ready to go?’’ he questioned, his tone was slightly irritated still by his convocation with Dutch. You had completely forgotten about going out of camp with Arthur tonight but you nodded to not irritate him further. You said your goodbyes to Lenny before grabbing a couple of spare clothes from your tent and meeting Arthur by the horses.

You rode together back into Rhodes. Arthur remained quiet for the ride, you could tell something had angered him but you didn’t want to pry just yet. Instead you decided to let him calm down. Arthur led you up to the Rhodes hotel, you glanced at him slightly shocked. You had expected to go back to the open field that you had slept the other night. You followed sheepishly behind him, trying to remember the last time you had slept in a real bed. Arthur paid for a room and for a bath each before grabbing the key and guiding you to the room.

The room was spacious, with a double bed in the middle of the back wall and a wardrobe to the side. There was a draw at each bedside with a lantern placed on each one. As it was already dark outside so the room was slightly dim lit but that didn't faze you. You gingerly walked around the room and placed your things to one side. As you passed each draw, you automatically searched through them to see if there were any leftover belongings.

‘’We ain’t robbin’ the place’’ Arthur smirked as he watched you open and close all the empty draws.

‘’I know’’ you giggled slightly embarrassed. ‘’I don’t remember the last time I stayed inside that’s all’’ you felt the softness of the bed and took a deep breath in.

‘’Well we needed to get away from camp. Thought this would be better then a cold night outside" he watched you with a smile.

"You alright?" you finally asked. "Ya seem irritated".

"Nahh it's just Micah. Thinks it's a good idea to rob both the Grey's and the Braithwight's" he shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I don't think it's the best idea but Dutch seems to take his side" he placed his things in the same pile as yours before walking over to you and placing both his hands on your waist. You place your arms around his neck and pull him close to you for a full enbrace.

"Doesn't seem smart but I'm sure Dutch knows what he's doin'." You tried to reassure him. The truth was you thought it was dumb too. It was a small town and people talk, even with a family feud they would still know it was us that robbed from them. You let go of him just enough so that you could see his face. His jaw was tense and his eyes were looking over your shoulder, deep in thought. You place your hand on his cheek to bring his eyes round to focus back on you, just like he had done earlier. His jaw relaxed as his eyes met yours. You kissed him gently, you could feel his whole body relax when your lips met. He wrapped his arms tighter around you, as if not wanting to ever let you go. You broke the kiss and smiled up at him.

"I'm sorry, let's not talk about the gang tonight" he smirked. ‘’Why don’t ya go get a bath, I’ll get mine after’’. You nodded at him before grabbing some clothes and walking out of your room and down the hall to the bath.

You submerged yourself in the warm water hesitantly. The water felt lovely against your skin, better then washing yourself in the cold lake. You took your time in scrubbing your body head to toe, using the soap provided. It smelt of lavender and filled the room with it’s relaxing scent. Once you had finished you sat in the bath for a couple moments, embracing the last of the warm water before climbing out and drying yourself. You pulled on the clean clothes you had packed before tip toeing your way back to the room. When you walked back in you were surprised to find Arthur was not there. He must have gone to the second bathroom that you had noticed. You perched on the edge of the bed, feeling it dip from your weight. It was so soft and you couldn't wait to have a comfy night sleep. You sat there for a while before deciding to get ready for bed, it was getting late and you were begining to tire. As you rummaged through your things you realised you had forgotten your nightwear. You rolled your eyes and breathed out an irritated sigh at your forgetfulness. Instead you decided to slip on Arthur's shirt that he had given you weeks ago on your hunting trip and remove your trousers. Once, to were comfortable you climbed onto the bed laying down with your head placed on the plump pillow.

There was a knock at the door before Arthur crept back inside the room. He closed the door behind himself before finally letting his eyes find you. His mouth dropped slightly before he took a large gulp finding you in this slight state of undress. The shirt you had borrowed fell down to the middle of your thighs but both your legs were on show to him. You sat up slightly leaning on both elbows and you let yourself look over him. He was standing at the door with just his jeans on, his suspenders left to hang by his legs. You couldn’t help but gaze over him, his upper body was toned with hair gracing his chest leading a path down his stomach into his jeans. The both of you were silent as you allowed yourself to explore with your eyes. Your heart was racing in your chest and a new warm feeling began aching between your legs. You had both seen each other like this when you spent the night away from camp hunting but at that point you avoided looking over each other. This time you both welcomed each other to look. You could feel your heart begining to race as you felt his eyes wonder down your body.

‘’I wondered where my shirt had gotten too’’ Arthur said in a low tone as he slowly made his way over to you. His voice seemed to vibrate through you, making the ache between your legs worsen. This feeling was foreign to you and you began to think something was wrong with you.

‘’I may have forgotten to give it back’’ you admitted shyly, watching every step he made towards you. His shoulders were broad leading to his muscled arms that you longed to warp around you. You couldn't hide the slight shaking in your breath as he got closer. Arthur slowly sat down on the bed beside you and licked his lips. Your chest felt like it was going to burst open as he rested a hand on the bare skin of your leg, just below your knee. The sensation of just his touch sent shivers throught your body. The heat between your legs was intensifying with every passing moment and a knot in the bottom of your stomach started to grow. You slowly looked over his body and back up to meet his striking blue eyes. He didn't shy his gaze away once you met his. There was a look on his face you had never seen before. It was hungry but weary at the same time. You suddenly had a growing awareness of your need for him. You needed him to kiss you. You needed him to touch you and you needed him to relieve this unfamiliar burning feeling between your legs.

Chapter 13

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pocketsizedquasar · 4 years

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So.... I followed you in the wee beginnings of my giant moby dick obsession and I've been avidly consuming your comic. But TODAY I found your writings on the musical and... oh my gosh that part with Fedallah . just. you make all the good points there! And its like... I saw it at ART before my giant obsession took root, but so much of it confuses me! and moby dick is a book with some pretty explicit sections about race (if not a big coherent Take) 1/?

so to take it and then make it all about how some white man is ruining the voyage (ahem, the US) is so strange to me!? Like there ARE sections about whiteness, and there are parts where Ishmael totally turns protestant evangelizing ideas on their heads (queequeg as being tainted by christianity, also the part where queequeg says something along the lines of ... poor ishmael, so confused). Idk maybe i'm just a purist. 2/?

I have to say though... the song version of the reverend's sermon at the beginning absolutely takes my breath away (and i'm sad that I don't have any audio version...). Do you have a take on all the prophet imagery/stuff going on in the book? (elijah, ahab, jonah &c).ANyways, I've been rambling. tl;dr: your comic is So Good and I have opinions about the 2019 musical. 3/3

hhhh first off thank u for following & for ur kind words!! i’m so glad to be a part of Whale Obsessions & i’m glad you like my comic!!

& ohhh boy. the musical. the musical the musical. i actually have a more distilled, shorter post in my drafts about my problems w the musical bc my existing review is kind of long and unwieldy but YEAH, tl;dr a white man trying to take a story already very intrinsically about race and modify the racial aspects to make it “more relevant” to “modern america” is. dumb and shitty and not his place as a white man to do and i’m Not a Fan. you don’t need to try to make md relevant to modern day america! by virtue of the fact that it’s already about race and racialized dynamics in the 19th century US -- dynamics which still exist -- it’s already relevant to today! especially when he takes away a lot of the existing racial commentary in favor of adding his own lukewarm white takes on racism! like what abt the time ishmael learns he fucked up wrt queequeg on his own, without queequeg having to pull some bs “i’m just like you!!” moment like so many characters of color in white narratives are forced to? what about ishmael drawing comparisons between the pequod and colonialism/imperialism, and talking abt how the act of whaling at sea mirrors US colonialism on land? what abt the fact that all of the officers on the pequod are white and most of the sailors are poc (which is mentioned in a brief throwaway line in the musical but otherwise not meaningfully discussed bc the officers are played by WOC)? there’s like. so much to work with already that you can build off instead of just... eschewing that to insert your own opinions lmao. and it’s less work!! to just work with what already exists and build on it!!

and !! yeah the sermon song is absolutely fantastic. there are several really really good musical moments in the show (which makes the problems w it all the more frustrating imo). it’s a lovely lovely song sung beautifully and a really wonderful opener. psst if you want an audio boot of the show dm me i can link u to one that my friend took the night we went together

but yeah re: prophet stuff in the book-- i live for that shit. the sermon chapter is probably one of my favorites in the story, both for its beautiful language and for how much it foreshadows everything! something i think a lot of adaptations (not just the musical) get wrong about Moby Dick is the exclusion of the on land chapters. and, like, I understand why people do it -- they want to get to sea and the adventure as soon as possible -- but the problem is those first 20 or so chapters exist to frame the story in a way that we can’t really when we get to sea. there’s so much foreshadowing and tone-setting and groundwork that’s done in those early chapters that we miss out on if we just skip them (not to mention the adorable character interactions btwn Ish & Queequeg, Ish & Peter Coffin, & really just the only time we actually get to see Ishmael be a character).

putting the rest under a cut cause this is getting long lol

but yeah so much of what shows up in the latter half of the book is explicitly referenced in those opening chapters. aside from the obvious biblical connotations of the names (ishmael, elijah, ahab), connotations that the narrative itself is well aware of and comments on, there’s so many little things that just... really nicely hint at what comes in the end.

like, okay. ishmael getting saved by queequeg’s coffin at the very end? in what can easily be interpreted as ~divine~ or ~angelic~ intervention (esp if we consider the biblical origins of his name)? okay, cool, look at this line that ishmael yells when he first sees queequeg in peter coffin’s inn:

(ID: “Landlord, for God’s sake, Peter Coffin!” shouted I. “Landlord! Watch! Coffin! Angels! save me!”)

or how about the swinging lantern in Jonah’s cabin that shows up in the sermon?

(ID: “Screwed at its axis against the side, a swinging lamp slightly oscillates in Jonah’s room; and the ship, heeling over towards the wharf with the weight of the last bales received, the lamp, flame and all, though in slight motion, still maintains a permanent obliquity with reference to the room; though, in truth, infallibly straight itself, it but made obvious the false, lying levels among which it hung. The lamp alarms and frightens Jonah; as lying in his berth his tormented eyes roll round the place, and this thus far successful fugitive finds no refuge for his restless glance. But that contradiction in the lamp more and more appals him. The floor, the ceiling, and the side, are all awry. ‘Oh! so my conscience hangs in me!’ he groans, ‘straight upwards, so it burns; but the chambers of my soul are all in crookedness!’”)

that image, the rocking, swinging lantern, reappears again and again in Ahab’s cabin throughout the book! it’s there in the beginning when we see Ahab charting their course for the first time, it’s there when the ship sees the mysterious spooky Spirit Spout TM and Starbuck finds Ahab sleeping in the cabin, clinging to a rocking lantern, it’s there when Starbuck has his existential crisis over whether or not he’s going to kill Ahab (another Jonah parallel -- killing the captain would save everyone else).

or how about when queequeg saves that racist dumbass on the schooner to nantucket, and ishmael literally tells us queequeg’s going to die?

(ID: All hands voted Queequeg a noble trump; the captain begged his pardon. From that hour I clove to Queequeg like a barnacle; yea, till poor Queequeg took his last long dive.)

there’s just a ton of really lovely little nods and details and symbols in the early chapters that lay down the foundations for what comes later. those chapters, and elijah and ahab and jonah and the sermon and peter coffin, have a job to do: they’re there so we know how this ends before we’ve even started. before ishmael ever sets foot on the claw-footed pequod, we know, at least on some level, she’s destined to sink.

remember, ishmael is telling us this story in hindsight. he knows how it ends. he doesn’t deceive us, doesn’t try to hide or avoid it. he makes it very clear from the beginning that this is a story where everyone dies.

sorry that got so long! thank you for the asks i always love an excuse to ramble about Dick

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lareinenoir · 4 years

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∆ The Unwanted Marriage ∆

Loki × Reader

Request:Hey dear! I loved your fic Monster. Could you please do some Loki x reader where they are in arranged marriage and Loki doesn't like her. But one day she got hurt by someone and he got in his super protective mode. And then some fluff. Please!!!!

Authors Note; HAD A BLAST writing this!!! Hope you all enjoy this Loki fluff! 💛

*****

"You don't have to kiss me when he says, 'you may now kiss the bride'. I don't want you to think you have to do that." Said Y/N

"Your attempting to make it sound like it was a requirement to begin with." He scoffs looking up from his pedistol. "I never planned on kissing you..."

Y/N continued to look straight ahead as the servants continued to hem and fix her dress. Her eyes watered a bit and her heart beat a little faster. He was angry with Y/N. Always had been. She never knew why, though. Their were rumors around the palace that he was broken. Still broken after the loss of his first love, two years ago.

Then his mother to the dark elves.

Loki made it clear that her (his former lover) name was to never be spoken. He was left to father their son, alone. The fact that she was forced to marry Loki, but now forced to be a mother as well. She hoped that for however long the marriage lasted, which was forever, that they could overcome their differences and practice raising his son together.

So, the day came to where Y/N and Loki, arm in arm walked down the isle. Y/N looked ahead because if she dare looked back she'd run. And when they stood hands held, she gave him a gentle smile. Maybe hoping he'd return it and give her a reason to look forward to this marriage. He did smile, but it was a forced one. His lips parted as he said, "I do." and Y/N did the same. "I do."

"You may now kiss the bride."

Everyone was cheering and Loki looked to Odin with a sly grin. "I think we'll save that for the consumation."

"Now introducing Lady, Y/N and Prince Loki of Asgard!" Shouted Odin.

And so it was. Or, so to speak. Loki and Y/N were walked to the room, maids, servants, ladies in waiting, lined up at their door with flowers and gifts for "after."

Y/N and Loki separated to opposite sides of the room. She sat at the vanity and he stood near the bay window staring outside with his hand behind his back. Y/N began to take down her hair, all the hair pins and needles.

"So, what do they expect us to do." She asked quietly, finger combing her hair.

"Wrong question." He stated "You," he habe her a sideways glance with emphasis on 'you' "want to know what were going to do. Because outside those doors they want to hear lavish moaning and witness me take your virginity. Usually their are people in the room to see it for themselves, but I convinced my father to give us our 'alone' time." He said bitterly

"What does the consumation symbolize? I've heard of it and I was promised my virginity to be taken when I was to be wed. My sister went on and on"

"Get to the point." He said coldy as he continued to stare outside down below.

"I mean...if it means nothing to you then...what does it mean, Loki?" Y/N asked

"To them, we are married. Under the Gods name we are married. The consumation means, that to us, we are one. When we consumate a marriage it means we are truly in love and in it for the long run..." He said. The his eye snap towarda her and a little smirk appeara on his face as he scoffs. "I will not be sleeping with you, sharing a bed with you, because I do not love you. I have no love for you and I will never have love for you."

"You don't have to be so cruel. I see how you are with your son and I know how much he means to you. I see the way you look at him, you love him-"

"And because of him I chose to marry you! I agreed to this ridiculous marriage because of him! Because every boy...every boy deserves a mother. Every boy needs a mother. So that is your job. Be a mother to him." He said with a glare, his fingers pointed directly at her and she swallowed the lump in her throat.

"Nothing." She nodded "That's what we do, nothing? And what do we tell those people outside our doors?"

"Our marriage is none of their business." Loki said "If you find any opportunity to take on a lover then I may remind you to help discreet. Whispers around the palace about how my wife decided to be an idiot and-"

"I know the rules, Loki." Y/N spoke up rolling her eyes. She was getting a bit fed up with his attitude. "If the sides were swapped and you took on a lover...a mistress, you'd be commemorated. In the last thousand years Asgard has been a place where men can do as they please in regards to marriage." Y/N made clear standing to her feet and pushing her hair to the otherside of her shoulder. "You'd think they'd change that law for the many of women who were forced to give everything they have into a relationship that clearly wasn't wanted."

"You think I wanted this?" Loki scoffed walking closer to her and she sfiffed her neck and stood taller as he peered down at her with a scoff.

"We both don't want this!" She exclaimed her jaw tightening. "You...you clearly didn't have any hopes or dreams of the day you were to be wed. I was promised a life of love and happiness with someone who respects me-"

"You know nothing of what I dreamed!" Loki says between his teeth. "You don't know me at all." His finger now at her chest as she backed into the vanity with her hands on the counter.

"Don't hate me. That's all I ask." Y/N protested softly. Her lip began to quiver and her voice getting tighter as she held in her tears.

And so, that night they did nothing. They went to their respective corners and didn't speak for the rest of the night. Y/N and Loki didn't have a relationship really. At least in her opinion. Three months into their marriage, Loki would bid her a "good morning" followed by a "How did you sleep."

In which Y/N would reply, "Well. And you?"

"Same as it is every night."

Occasionally Loki would ask, "What brought you joy, today" And that was every once and a while when he was feeling friendly. Y/N didn't mind it. She sort of liked it. Loki was beginning to feel it too a bit.

They slept in separate rooms and sometimes on occasion Y/N would fall asleep in her new son's bed with a book on her chest and him in her arms. Loki would walk in to bid his son a goodnight and catch her asleep. He would smile to himself and then tuck them both in. Gently placing the covers over them and walking out the room.

****

"I won't be here for bed time." Y/N explains as she sipped her tea.

"And why do you feel the need to express that in my direction?" He asked sarcastically as they continued to eat breakfast.

"For once Loki, at least attempt to listen before opening your mouth to speak." Y/N challenged making Loki clear his throat and set his fork down, giving her his full attention.

"Pardon me...I'm all ears." He grinned with a roll of his eyes.

"I won't be here because a few of the ladies and I are going out." She says appearing from behind the little divider. Loki gulped and stared at her. His wife was wearing a very revealing outfit.

"You look like one of the women at the Brothel." He commented taking his eyes off Y/N and looking to the side.

"For one night I am going to enjoy myself. You aren't going to take my joy, Loki." Y/N stated taking off the little crown and grabbing her cloak. "Read a story to him tonight and warm Goats milk. He likes it better than the cow." She giggled

He rolled his eyes and sighed as she walked out. "Just...just be careful. The dance festivals can get out of hand. I wouldn't...um- well- I just want you to safe." He warned.

As if he cared and Y/N sort of loved that. In his bitter way, Loki had been issuing sweet and concerned little comments here and there. The kind that would make a girl blush and her eyes dart to the deck so she didn't have to look him in the eye. And sometimes she'd catch a little smile on the corner of his mouth, so Y/N didn't hate him as much. There was still a warm spot in his heart no matter how much he tried to push it down.

Last week, Y/N put her hair in a different style. A nice half up half down with gold beads and it grabbed his attention. "The hair jewelry suits you, Y/N."

Then a couple more times later on in the week, Loki told Y/N "Thank you for telling my son stories. He has sweet dreams when he sleeps."

Loki laid his son to sleep and decided since he wasn't tired, he'd stay awake with a book of his own. It was only reading...reading the history of Asgard. The thickest book in the library, besides his mothers spell books. He knew the history. Page to page, but maybe just once more. At least that's what he told himself. Loki was waiting for Y/N to return home. He sat in her bedroom on the chair near the fire place waiting to hear those lovely footsteps enter the door.

"What are you doing in my room?" Y/N asked, stumbling across Loki's head resting in his hand as he blinked his eyes open.

"Y/N!" He exclaimed trying to get the sleep out of his eyes. The book is shut and he rushed to his feet. "You're back."

"I am." She said with the hood of her cloak on her head. She spoke in a low voice and faced somewhat in the opposite direction. "Could you leave? I'd really like to get some rest. It's rather late...or early in the morning." She said walking to the door as if to lead him out.

He narrowed his brow at Y/N and reached out to touch her face. "Y/N...your face..." He was referring to the bit of red near her lip and cheek as it began to turn purple.

Y/N grabbed onto his hand to stop him, revealing scratches and burns on her knuckles and palms. "Stop!" She said still attempting to kick him out.

"Y/N, what the hell-"

"Please...get out." She says walking away from him hiding her hands a bit. "I'm fine, please just go."

"Who hurt you?" He asked, jaw clenching tight as she continued to ignore him. "I said, who. Hurt. You."

Y/N was too tired to explain. She really did just want to rest. The constant nagging about what happened during the festival, by Loki, was driving her crazy. "It was an accident." She almost shouts spinning on her heel to give him an aggravated glare.

He rushed at her, his hand, yet again, reaching to touch her bruises. "What kind of accident!" He roars, looking at her injuries with dismay. Y/N saw the fire in his eyes and he began to shutter.

"It was my fault. OK? I wasn't watching where I was going and I ran into his cart. I fell and that's it"

"Name! I want his name!" Loki said pacing back and forth. "What's his name"

"I don't know." She said with a little giggle. Y/N was more amused at how upset he was than anything. "Calm down"

"No! If you don't know his name, then I'll find him myself. I'll search-"

"Don't you think you're being a wee bit dramatic?" Asks Y/N with a sarcastic smile, still in disbelief. "I said it was an accident. Why all if a sudden-"

"Because!" He shouted and she tensed up a bit as her eyes widens. Loki finally took in a few breaths and closed his eyes to try and find the right words. "Because, I need you."

It echoed through her ears rapidly. Why? She wanted to ask, but she sort of knew. Y/N just wanted to hear him say it. Her legs shifted position and Loki bit his lip.

"I need you because I have no one." He shook his head. "I have no one left, Y/N. Besides my brother...you are all I have left."

She waltzed toward him with a bit of a gentle smile on her lips. She felt his pain and reached out to touch him as if to take some of it away. Y/N felt his arms creep around her waist, pulling her close and Loki bit his lip. He knew she understood.

"I'm not going anywhere." She whispers as their noses touch and her eyes close as she put her hands on either side of his face. Loki felt his grin radiating off him and nodded.

"I'll be forgiving this time." he said to her, eyes staring at her bruises and he brought Y/N hand to his lips, kissing her palm gently with his eyes still fixated on her. She got goosebumps and looked down. "Don't let anyone else hurt you, for as next time, I won't be so forgiving."

The End

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