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yournameloveskpop · 1 month

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Bite Me

Paring: Vampire Jungwon x Human reader

Warning: blood, swearing, forced, hypnosis, control, dominant Jungwon, submissive reader

Style: dark romance, NSFW, Smut

Word Count: 1459

Jungwon, a vampire whose heart was as dark as the night itself, harbored a dangerous and obsessive love for Y/N, a mere human. This love was no secret; whispers of it fluttered through the shadows, murmured by both the supernatural and the mortal alike.

Y/N, aware of the perilous attention she had attracted, navigated her life with caution, her steps quickening at the slightest hint of danger. Yet, despite her efforts and the protective watch of other vampires, Jungwon's shadow loomed ever closer.

Their twisted tale took a darker turn one fateful evening. Y/N, weary from a long day's work, began her solitary walk home, unaware of the predator lurking just beyond the reach of the streetlights.

Jungwon, his eyes gleaming with a mix of desire and something far more sinister, trailed her silently. The night air was thick with tension, and his heart raced with anticipation.

Suddenly, he couldn’t restrain himself no longer. With a burst of speed only a vampire could muster, he swept Y/N into the shadows. Her screams pierced the night as he spirited her away to his lair, a place where nightmares were born.

He threw her onto the bed with a savage grace, pinning her beneath him. His fangs found her neck, and she screamed, the sound a sweet melody to his ears. But as he drank deeply, her screams softened, morphing into gasps of involuntary pleasure.

"Jungwon, Stop... please," Y/N gasped, her voice barely a whisper against the overwhelming sensation.

Jungwon, momentarily distracted by the taste of her blood, barely registered her plea. A low grunt escaped him, his excitement growing with each drop he consumed.

"Why do you resist?" he murmured, his voice a dark caress against her ear. "You know you cannot escape me."

Y/N, trapped beneath his gaze, felt a shiver run down her spine, not just from fear but from an unbidden pleasure. "Jungwon, this isn't right," she managed to say, her voice trembling.

He laughed, a sound devoid of any warmth. "Right or wrong, it doesn't matter. You are mine now," he declared, his eyes burning with a red intensity as he pinned her wrists above her head.

As he drew back, his face was a mask of predatory satisfaction. Y/N lay beneath him, too weak to move, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and confusion.

Jungwon, his hunger momentarily sated, licked his lips, savoring the last traces of her blood. He smirked darkly, leaning in so close she could feel his breath on her lips.

"You belong to me," he whispered, his voice a seductive promise of more darkness to come. "And I am far from done with you."

Y/N, her heart pounding, realized the depth of her plight. This was no mere obsession; it was possession, a claim on her very soul. Jungwon leaned in closer but this time, instead of her neck he captured her lips. Excepting her fate she kissed him back, her tears rolling down her cheek which Jungwon loved. Jungwon pulled away to kiss her tears and bend down to lick where he bit her.

Y/N let out a weak moan, Jungwon's hands ripping off her shirt in one go. She was shaking uncontrollably, fear and pleasure making her shiver like she had been freezing to death. Jungwon didn't care though, his mind elsewhere, she felt his hands trailing up her stomach to cup her breasts.

"I'm gonna take care of you Y/N, you have no idea how much I've wanted you." He said, reaching under her skirt, she moaned as he slowly pushed his fingers inside of her panties, "Tell me what you want," he whispered as his hand gently rubbed over her clit, "I want to hear you scream my name," he breathed huskily, his mouth forming a hungry grin as he stared into her eyes, like he was hypnotising her and taking full control of her.

"I want you. . . Jungwon," she cried out, "take me! Please..." Y/N's body was quivering, her breathing was heavy as Jungwon slipped his fingers into her.

"Yes," he said hoarsely as he fucked his fingers in and out of her.

Y/N was soaked already and he wanted a taste. He pulled his fingers out and removed the rest of her clothes. He then removed his clothes before hovering over her. His mouth and tongue latched on to her harden nipple, one hand tending to the other breast and the other playing with her clit.

She tried to push him away, her body begging for release but he kept teasing her.

"Please Jungwon, make me yours," she begged, feeling tears falling down her cheeks again.

"In time my dear. I want to see you break." He smirked darkly before going further down.

He spreads her legs more, his lips tracing the soft skin of her thighs before sinking his fangs into the flesh.

She couldn't help herself, tears poured down her cheeks as she cried out Jungwon's name.

When he finished sucking on her inner thigh he moved up to her pussy, licking and sucking on her clit. Y/N tried to pull away again but he pulled her close and pinned her hips down. He movements get faster as his tongue fucked her walls.

His nails dug into her flesh, giving him even better access to her, he didn't stop though. He continued licking and sucking on her until her climax came. She screamed Jungwon's name once again, cumming all over his lips but he didn't stop. He hummed at the taste, the taste of blood and her cum was exhilarating.

Jungwon's tongue worked faster, y/n hands weekly grabbed the back of his head as she was close to her second orgasm. She was screaming Jungwon's name when her world exploded. Her legs went numb.

"Now for the main event," Jungwon said as he knelt up. He licked his lips clean as he looked down at her, his dick was rock hard and read to ruin her.

He lifted her up and pushed her against the wall, moving his body between her legs. He leaned in close and softly kissed her.

She tasted like heaven, Jungwon was lost in his thoughts of consuming her, tasting every inch of her body and she didn't fight. Y/N relaxed, trusting him completely.

"That's it, give yourself to me, I can smell your arousal, taste it on your skin. Come, and surrender to me," he whispered, his lips brushing hers.

She nodded her head as her hands cupped his strong jaw. Jungwon slid into her, his cock stretching her pussy, as he slowly began to fuck her. Y/N moaned and clung to him tightly, her throat sore from screaming. Jungwon lifted her up, her back hitting the wall with every thrust he made.

Jungwon began fucking her harder, letting his animal instincts take over, this is how his kind fed, they gave themselves to the one who would satisfy them. Jungwon moaned, gripping her ass as his cock slid deep inside of her tight hole.

"Fuck Y/N," he growled.

Y/N cried out as Jungwon slammed into her over and over, she couldn't think straight anymore as she heard him groan her name. When she came, so did he, his load filling her up nicely but he was no where near done. Jungwon laid her back down and He flipped her over on all fours and banged from behind his pace faster and rougher than before. Y/N groaned loudly as she screamed his name yet again.

Jungwon could go on all night if he wanted to. He leaned in and pulled her up against him. His hand gripping her hip while the other grabbed her neck.

"Mine," he breathed into her ear.

"All yours. . . Jungwon," she sighed and reaped her orgasm for the fourth time that night.

Jungwon let his own load out for the second time and finally came to a stop. The hand round her neck went straight to her clit, his finger circling it quickly. The over stimulation caused her to flinch but Jungwon kept her still. He pulled out of her and with an extra bit of pressure on her clit and she squirted all over his hand, her thighs and his bed. Jungwon cleaned himself and Y/N up, and dragged her up to bed.

Jungwon pulled the covers over them and cuddled her, "Goodnight my love," he whispered.

Y/N passed out straight away from exhaustion, Jungwon pulled her closer and wrapped his arms around her waist. He closed his eyes and drifted to sleep peacefully, satisfied in the knowledge that his prize had fallen into his trap and was his forever.

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aliypop · 2 months

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How's the World Treating You

Word Count: 1,670

Writers Note: Inspired by @sissylittlefeather Baby Let's Play House, I don't usually write angst but this is what I came up with...

Warning: Mentions of Domestic Abuse / Smut/ Language

Pairing: POC OC x Elvis

Summary: When Elvis and Cecelia figure it time to take a break from each other, Cecelia finds that her comfort is Elvis.

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Memphis, Tennessee, January 1957

"You ungrateful whore I made you!" Anthony shouted. He had Cecelia cornered against his wall. Trembling, Cecelia wondered how she was back to her ex-boyfriend, Anthony Rodgers. "I don't know what you mean..." Cecelia looked up into his brown eyes, "I made you, and I will break you." He whispered as she closed her eyes and cried. She knew things were rocky with her and Elvis when the scandal got out that he was caught kissing some girl, but she knew he'd never treat her like his, "Anthony, please."

"You refused to even thank me. If it wasn't for me, your film career would be nothing... Nothing!" He shouted again, making her feel small.

"Elvis... he..."

"He abandoned you, made you crawl back to me. That hillbilly couldn't treat you like me." he whispered in her ear, "He doesn't love you like me. He doesn't fuc-" He felt something wet on his face as he wiped his face. "Did you just fucking spit on me, you fucking bitch!" Anthony shouted as he smacked her body and fell to the hardwood floor, "I did..." She slowly got back up, laughed, and did it again, "You will never amount to Elvis." She felt the air in her lungs seize for a moment as he threw her against the wall. His fist drew back as she reached for a weapon. There was a silver candle stick that her brain could still register to her fingers to hold,

"You're mine, you hear that, mine to use as I-"

BAM!

Cecelia trembled at what she had done. She checked to see if he was breathing, which he was, but she had never done anything like that. Cecelia was scared. But she was free, though she couldn't go home to her mother like this, with tattered clothes and bruises forming on her face and neck. She wanted to go. No need to go to Graceland.

Elvis was sitting at the table looking over the Newspaper. Cecelia and that jerk of a boyfriend of hers was the front news. Oh, how he missed her sweet voice in the morning, every day he wished. He'd make it right, but he couldn't get through or near her, "You know, I think he's abusin her."Gladys said as Elvis looked at his mother,

"I mean, he's possessive over her."

"He should be." Elvis sighed,

"She's not herself. I saw her tonight and was practically squeezin her arm." Elvis looked at his mother. He didn't want to think that something bad was happening to her, but he also hoped they'd break up. He couldn't take this break any longer,

"Fine, you want me to call 'er!"

"Please.." Elvis groaned as he called her mother's house. The line hung up, and he was giving up slowly, losing hope his angel would return until he heard something at the front door. Looking out the window, Elvis saw that familiar pink Ford. Opening the door, he ran to Cecelia as she ran toward him, limping, "CECE!" he shouted as she stopped and froze. Elvis noticed as he took in every detail. Cecelia tried to walk to him as the rush of adrenaline wore off, and she was now over. Her body lay there on the ground as Elvis picked her up and carried her to the couch.

"Mama, she's hurt real bad!" Gladys ran in. There were bruises on her cheek and neck and some older ones on her thighs,

"My lord... I'll call a doctor. You get your bedroom ready."

"My..."

"Go!"

Elvis's blood was boiling. How dare that bastard touch her that way. She deserved love and care and peace, things he knew he could give her,

"And one more thing..."

"Yes..."

"Fix it..."

Cecelia was now in bed, wearing a nightgown. She'd been patched up and resting except for the occasional twisting and turning.

"No...no stop it... no... let me go. STOP IT!" She screamed, jolting up in his bed in a cold sweat, tears down her cheek. She was disoriented for a bit until she looked around,

"Elvis, stay back!"

"I won't hurt you, honey..." He said, getting closer to

"But I might..." she turned away from him,

"What do you mean?" He asked,

"I-I hit him with a candle stick..." She mumbled as Elvis was shocked,

"Is he alive..."

"Yes..." Her hands were shaking. She was truly scared at what had happened, "May I..." he asked as she nodded, Elvis held her hands as he got closer, watching her flinch again as he kissed her palms.

"Cece..."

"I'm unloveable, aren't I..."

"What?"

"I'm broken goods..." she began to cry, "You don't want me!"

"Cecelia, that ain't true! I don't know what he did your head in with, but I love you. This break thang is killin me!" He admitted,

"You still love me..." avoiding eye contact,

"With my soul." He pulled her close to him as he kissed her tear-stained cheeks,

"Then Elvis..."

"Yeah, Honey..."

"Can you promise to make love to me until I'm me again..." she asked as Elvis kissed her. His lips felt like the way summer rain felt on one's skin, like a winter sunset,

"I promise to love you at your worst and your best," He held her close,

"Promise.."

"Cross my heart and pray I die." He smiled, kissing down her neck. He wanted to kiss every part of her. What was told to her wasn't pretty,

"Don't kiss me there..."

"And Why not..."

"He said my nose wasn't flattering..." Elvis peppered her face with kisses as she began to giggle, "Your nose is perfect, an your eyes and that little mole on your cheek an... your lips an dimples." He then moved back to her collarbone as she took in a deep breath, Elvis removed the straps off her shoulder as the dress came down towards her breast,

"Don't tell me, he hated these too..."

"Well... they could've been bigger." Elvis rolled his eyes as he kissed down her breast, trading between her nipples, his teeth pulling gently at the sensitive buds. Her eyes closed as her body arched from the sensation, "El~" She moaned. As his blue eyes looked up at her,

"Hmm..." He hummed, hearing her gasp,

"I missed!" She felt him kiss down her stomach, then lower to her thighs and suddenly her clit, his plump, plush lips wrapped around the bud of nerves, gently nibbling at it as her breath turned into needy mewls, "Eh Hel VIS!" her body shuttered as she pulled at his hair gently when he was finished getting her worked up he moved down to her wet folds taking her slick on his fingers and licking it,

"You don't have to..."

"Don't tell me he didn't even..."

"Not once..." Cecelia said, embarrassed as Elvis's tongue lapped at the waterfall of juices emerging from the cavern that he missed. Oh, so much. He devoured her and took in her sweet nectar as Elvis heard her moan, adding a few fingers to make her crazy. She had definitely been neglected by that other guy. And he wanted to make her remember what love truly felt like.

"ELVIS~ ELVIS~ AH AH AH!"

"Want me to continue?" He asked her as she got shy on him, "We can stop anytime if you feel uncomfortable."

"What about you..." Cecelia asked,

"What about me?" He laughed, "Tonight is all about you,"

"But..."

"I get my pleasure from seein you happy darlin." He kissed up her thigh as her breathing was shallow,

"I'd like more, please..." She asked as he slid out of his Pajama pants, pumping himself a bit to get himself nice, and ready for her,

"Baby, if-"

"Please..." She kissed him, and Elvis inserted his cock inside her. She was holding his hand, readjusting to his size. When Cecelia looked up at him, she couldn't help but laugh at the face he was making, "Elvis!" she chuckled as he looked at her, that laughter, that sweet sound he wanted to her,

"Hmm, what's funny."

"Your face."

"What face?" He did it again as she laughed harder,

"You tease." She said as he moved a little, a soft moan leaving her lips,

"C-Can we go slow... Tonight."

"I'm not in no rush, doll." He kissed her face again, his hips thrusting into her powerfully but slowly. Her eyes were locked on his as he cradled her face. She felt like a virgin again.

"That feels good, sugar?"

"Mhmm," She moaned as he was brushed up against her spot, he couldn't help but pick up his pace the closer that he was getting,

"Shit... You feel so good..." He groaned. Cecelia began to moan louder. Her legs were shaking, and her orgasm was washing over her. Elvis could feel that coil in his stomach snap as he kept thrusting. He nearly stopped himself halfway as he looked at Cecelia,

"Mark me as yours..."

"Cece, you sure.."

"I want you to finish inside me..." Once she said those words, she felt his warm seed release inside her. Sweat covered their body as they lay there in each other's arms,

"I'll clean you off."

"Stay..." she said, Elvis didn't move as he held her close to him.

"Can I ask you something?" Elvis asked, pulling out of her as she turned to face him,

"Hmm, of course..."

"Did you love him?"

"No... I was so heartbroken with us being split up...I" she cried into his chest, "Shush shush it's ok, we're together you're safe, he can't hurt you no more." Elvis kissed her forehead, Cecelia snuggled up to him,

"Can I ask you a question..." Cecelia asked,

"Of course..."

"What are we?"

"Together again." He tickled her as she laughed, the two under the covers having a tickle fight that turned into a pillow fight,

"If you two are done makin me some grandbabies, then I suggest you two quiet down so I can sleep!"Gladys shouted from behind the door. Elvis and Cecelia were flustered as they laughed harder,

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regalityandcoffee · 11 months

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Good Enough (Charlie Dempsey x Reader) (18+)

Summary: I deadass don't know what to say. It's filth. Go crazy.

Warnings: slight angst, slight breeding kink if you squint, mentions of low self esteem, cursing.

...enjoy?

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"Don't say it, don't fucking s-say it.."

"Charlie, Charlie-"

You tried, you really tried. He came over after training with Drew, after you sent him the classic, terrifying, "We Need To Talk" text. You sat him down, holding his hand, choking back sobs as you tried to tell him you couldn't do it anymore. You couldn't handle being a burden and holding him back any longer. And instead of the reaction you expected, sorrow, or maybe even gratitude for finally letting him go, he stunned you with a simple sentence...

"Sh-shut up, you're not leaving me..." he grunted above you as he thrust into you. Just ten minutes ago you were in tears, trying to break up with him, and now you were on your back on the bed, your clothes god-knows-where- and your knees at your shoulders.

"You can't be fucking serious."

"What?" You stared, wiping at your face. Charlie didn't cuss. He never cussed, especially not at you.

"Come here. You're not fucking serious."

In one quick blur, he had you pressed against the wall, his tongue now down your throat. Then your shirts were on the floor. And now was fucking you until you couldn't think straight.

"I love...I love you... you think you’re not good enough for me?" he growled. His hand went to your chin, forcing you to look at him. He had that look on his face, the passionate, determined, almost animalistic look he saved for bending and torturing his opponents in the ring. Though the rest of his face said otherwise, you could he meant every word as he looked at you with his eyes.

"Look at me, Y/N. I love you. I want to marry you... I want to have your kids and you still think you're not good enough for me?"

"Ch...I'm sorry..."

"Stop apologizing." He pulled out, flipping you over so your face was buried in your pillow. You steadied yourself while his hands gripped your hips tight, sure to leave bruises in the morning as he pushed back into you. You whined as he pounded into you again, arching your back as he continued, listening to the sound of his skin against yours in the dark room.

"But I'm-mmph!" You gasped as he gave you a quick smack across the ass. You felt his hand around your neck, pulling you back to kiss your lips, then your forehead.

"Stop that, st- apologizing, right now." He said, squishing your face in his hand as he kissed you again and again, moving back to your lips. "What do I have to do to get it in your head that you're stuck with me, huh?"

You tried to respond, but all you could do was moan into his mouth as he bottomed out, then moved back to keep slamming his hips hard into yours. He pushed your face back into the pillow whole you whimpered for him, saying something else that took your ears a bit to register.

"I'm gonna fix-fix this...I don't care how long it t-takes, you're gonna- damn it- you're gonna know how much I love you..."

"Mmphh, Charliiiie..."

"Do you hear, me, doll? Huh? "

"Yes, yes yes yes..."

"Not good enough my ass...come on...s-say it.. say that you're good enough..."

You tried to breathe, damn near choking on your own saliva as you gasped and panted underneath him.

"Say it, say it or I won't let you... cum, i me-mean it-"

"Charlie, Charlie, please-"

"Say it, y/n, say it-

"G- I'm g-good eno- enough..."

You whined as he slowed down, his hand moving up and through your hair grabbing a fistful to pull you back by.

"I can't hear you, say it, say it."

"I'm good e-enough!" You cried as he sped his pace back up. You kept repeating the phrase as yo clenched around his cock, and could barely keep choking it out as he kept going past your orgasm, until his hips slowed down. His hot cum spilled into you. He pulled out, and you felt it drip out of you onto the bed as he laid on top of you, his arms around your middle. His hair brushed against your cheek as he wiped the sweat from your brow kissing your forehead once more.

"I'm n-not done yet..." You whined as his hand slipped between your legs, fingers pressing back into you as he kissed your cheek. The weight of him on top of you felt welcomed, and comforting. And although you were beginning to grow overwhelmed, so was the feeling of him pumping his fingers between your soaking walls.

"And you're not leaving me, Y/N," Charlie whispered ad he kissed your neck. "You're stuck with me forever, got that?" He moved your hair from in front your eyes, his own filled with so much love you could barely take it.

"Yeah..."

"Good. Don't forget that ever. And of you do, I'm gonna make you remember it. Got that?"

"Mm-hmm," you hummed, your eyes getting droopy as he continued his rhythm in you and as he sucked at the skin of your neck.

''Good."

-fin.-

#charlie dempsey #charlie dempsey imagine #charlie dempsey x reader #charlie dempsey smut

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onlytibki · 6 months

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Straw Hat modern!AU v.1: Jobs and Random Bits of non-plot Headcanons

Yes I know Oda already gave a list and far be it from me to disagree with canon (/s) but hear me out

Jimbei - full-time activist, former soldier/bodyguard. Lorge. Still does work as a bouncer from time to time, this is how he meets Luffy.

(Does karate at the national level. Works out at Zoro's gym, teaches classes sometimes.)

Brook - musician, naturally. Classically trained, accidentally achieved popular fame after the band he was in with his old buddies for fun was scouted out. Lost his bandmates. :( Was depressed for years and just tuned pianos and guitars and other instruments until the Straw Hats brought joy to his life again.

Franky - freelance handyman. Is an engineer, has a engineering degree and certification, but no firm will hire him because he refuses to wear formal clothes (main client is the local university, they asked him only to work at night to avoid students and claims plausible deniability if he chooses not to wear shoes on his own job sites) but he doesn't mind his lot in life because fuck 'em anyway also because trauma and also he's in love with one of the profs

Robin - university professor, teaches history/linguistics/historical linguistics/archaeology. Has like four PhDs. Was wrapped up in some shadiness in Central America while a grad student, but does such high-quality work and is in love with her building's handyman that no one tries to get her in trouble for it

(Robin and Franky meet and bond over keeping the fucking ancient anthropology building both up to livable standards and eligible for the national heritage register. They talk A Lot about historical building materials and methods)

((Note I said 'up to livable standards' and not 'up to code'. Franky's nickname is short for 'Frankenstein' for what he's done to the building's wiring, though somehow it still works))

Chopper - third year med student at 15. Already accepted into the residency program Law is an attending at. Also, he has his driver's license now!! He's the DD for the Straw Hat crew when they go out to bars, and is also self-appointed booze coordinator and hits the brakes for people when he senses alcohol poisoning coming on. Not even Whitebeard Himself can argue when little Dr. Tony gives his super-serious little disapproving pout.

(No, a 15yo cannot legally drive at night, much less operate a car full of drunkards. No one tells him this because he takes the responsibility for the well-being of his friends so seriously, and also no one gives a shit, and also everyone else is drunk anyway.)

Sanji - sous-chef at Baratie (I know, I know, shocker) which is next door to Zoro's gym. He takes classes at the university so that he'll be able to run his own restaurant one day.

(If he finds the FUCKING SHITHEAD who's drawing that Sora, Warrior of the Sea-inspired comic in the school newspaper someone's gonna have to fake an alibi to get him out of murder charges. Even if he does approve of Germa 66's ugly designs and cries over Sora's successful escape and loving words to her lost son)

Usopp - physics major, art minor. Draws a weekly comic for the school newspaper called The Adventures of Sniper King. Picked up boxing due to high school requirements, works out at Zoro's gym.

(Yes it's him. He's got a yellow stripe painted down his back due to the vitriol Sanji spews at his pseudonym daily. He really didn't mean for it to take off! Sanji told them all his story once and Usopp was heartbroken because he lost his mom too and one day he got an itch and he drew a comic about what he thought Sora'd say to Sanji, or what he thought Banchina might say to him, or some weird combination--and then sent it instead of the next installment of Sniper King to his editor ON ACCIDENT and PEOPLE WANTED MORE and HE'S SO SORRY AND HE'S SO SCARED. SANJI'S GONNA KILL HIM AND USOPP WILL DESERVE IT)

((Sanji condemns him into being busboy at Baratie for a month and refuses to speak to him for three days. But he also gives him spicy ginger desserts every night for a week, because Usopp's Sora is truer to life than the original Sora in terms of the love she embodies, and because Stealth Black's rumored escape is shown in the light of triumph. Sanji could hear her in the monologue of Sora's thoughts to her son when she learned he'd escaped Germa 66's clutches. How proud she was that the circumstances of his birth and life hadn't chained him down forever. It was the first time since the age of 9 that he could clearly remember what she had sounded like because, whether through pure miracle or the shared sympathy of orphan-hood, Usopp had gotten her voice exactly right, and it soothed something old and hurting in Sanji to hear it.))

Nami - business/finance, computer science double major. She REALLY wanted to study geography and GIS systems but her family needs the money so she's tilted her dreams--she's going to build the most precise geographic information system in the WORLD and market it to rich assholes while "losing it" to low-income thieves in need.

Stole 50% of her college tuition and negotiated down the other half in a meeting the bursar's office can't actually quite remember fully? But it's their signatures on the papers.

Zoro - business major. Yes, it's as ridiculous as it sounds. No he is not passing any of his classes. But Kuina had been determined to inherit the dojo and keep it flourishing, even if her dad didn't think a woman could. Then she died; and Shimotsuki-sensei died when Zoro was in high school; and now Zoro has two dear friends' dreams on his shoulders, and damn his lack of an MBA or any common sense but he will succeed. Sanji, Nami, and Jimbe are helping.

He did rename the place, from just 'Shimotsuki Dojo' to Kuina's Asskickers, and opened it to all sports. All classes and all tournaments are co-ed, all ages. He tried to get "ASSKICKER" on the gym's competition uniforms/gi but some of his students are toddlers so that wouldn't fly, so he uses 2001 instead. People think it's the founding year and get very confused when the gym is technically 50+years old; 2001 = the number of fights Zoro lost to Kuina.

(Nami asks him why he didn't use "KUINA"; Zoro looks at her funny. "But that's not [male student example]'s name? Why would I put that on his back? Do you want people to get confused??")

((He does have Kuina's name stitched into his gi))

Luffy - biology major. HEAR ME OUT. Garp insisted he go to college for at least a semester and while still an undecided liberal arts major, Luffy discovered a whole BUILDING FILLED WITH COOL BUGS!!! AND PEOPLE GO OUT AND FIND THEM?? AND BRING THEM BACK!! THAT'S A JOB???? SO COOL!!!

So yeah. Technically he's on the road to become an entomologist, but is struggling due to his undiagnosed (but incredibly obvious) AuDHD and a lack of care for statistics (and math in general) and research writing (and reading/writing in general). Robin, Chopper, and Usopp are working HARD to get him to the general area of passing. Luffy also is getting a minor in Portuguese (which is his first language) because he plans on exploring the Amazon Rainforest looking for cool beetles when he graduates.

Ace - fire fighter with shady connections. (more later?)

Sabo - activist with much shadier connections. (more later?)

#jesus this turned out longer than i meant #op #one piece #opla #if you'd like #this is version 1 #i'll write out v2 at a later date

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three-bunnies-in-a-trenchcoat · 2 years

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Wind tucked his hands under his legs, hiding the evidence of his failings from view. They twinged painfully, reminding him again, as they always did, that he would never be enough. "Wind?" Warriors nudged him. "You okay?" "Do your scars hurt?" Wild asked. "I've got some stuff for that if you need it." Wind gave him a strained smile. No medicine would help these scars. "I'm fine! Just cold." Warriors huffed and draped his scarf over Wind. "Well, why didn't you just say so?" They wouldn't be so nice if they knew the truth. A voice in Wind's head whispered. That you're useless , not worthy. Shut up. Wind said back, and curled up against Warriors' side, ignoring the burn in his hands.

Wind does not have the hero's spirit.

"So, Sailor, how about you?" Warriors said. "Got a good story behind your hands?"

Wind stared down at the scars on his hands, his usually expressive face blank for a moment before grinning. "Well, it all started one stormy night-"

Legend groaned. "It's always a stormy night."

"Well, you tell the story if you're so fucking smart."

"I can't tell your damn story, I'm not a mind reader!"

"Really? You sure act like it sometimes."

"You sure act like a little-"

Wind tucked his hands under his legs, hiding the evidence of his failings from view. They twinged painfully, reminding him once again that he would never be enough.

"Wind?" Warriors nudged him. "You okay?"

"Do your scars hurt?" Wild asked. "I've got some stuff for that if you need it."

Wind gave him a strained smile. No medicine would help these scars. "I'm fine! Just cold."

Warriors huffed and draped his scarf over Wind. "Well, why didn't you just say so?"

They wouldn't be so nice if they knew the truth. A voice in Wind's head whispered. That you're useless , not worthy.

Shut up. Wind said back, and curled up against Warriors' side, ignoring the burn in his hands.

Wind can remember the voice when he first drew the sword as if it had happened yesterday.

You are not my true Master. The spirit had whispered. Her voice was as clear as water, with almost a ringing quality. Turn back. You cannot wield my blade without bringing agony upon yourself.

"But I need it!" Wind cried. "I need to stop Ganon!"

She must have seen something in his face, and touched his cheek softly. As the descendant of my master, you will have some resistance. Use it sparingly.

"What do you mean?" Wind asked. "Why would I need resistance?"

Only those with the hero's spirit or blood of the goddess can wield my blade. All those who do otherwise will be burned. You, a descendant of the Four Sword hero, have a 67% chance of being able to withstand it for a short while.

"I'm not a real hero?" Wind whispered.

You are a hero, Link. Her hand fell down to his shoulder. Go now. Use it wisely, and be careful.

"Sixty-seven… sixty-eight… sixty-nine… sixty-nine!" Wild said, swiping through his slate. "I've got sixty-nine stories that start with a storm!"

"Nice." Legend said, pushing Wild's legs. "Now get your feet off my fucking lap."

Wild put them back up immediately. "Why do you have so many storm stories?"

"It's not my fault!" Wind protested. "They just show up with monsters!"

"That has happened before…" Sky mused. "I was fighting a kraken once, and it only started raining once it showed up. Cleared up as soon as it was gone, too."

"I don't think that's how the weather works." Four said.

"How would you know?" Legend asked. "You're too short to see the sky."

"Say that to my fucking face- "

"Hey, does anyone want a flame blade?" Wild said, interrupting before Four could attempt to maim Legend.

" No fire. " Time said, his dad senses apparently triggered by the threat of arson. (Blatant lies; Wind remembered them setting shit on fire all the time.)

"You're no fun." Wild said. "Hey, Sailor, catch; I need to sort my inventory."

Wind fumbled with the blade, only registering what it was when his palms started to itch. He stared at it, wondering why Wild had decided he of all people was trustworthy enough to guard the sacred sword.

Distantly, he could hear Sky telling Wild to be more careful, and Wild responding by shaking the rest of the swords out with a series of metallic thud s.

Unworthy. Something whispered in his ear. Not a hero.

It's not true! Wind wanted to scream. I am a hero!

Lies! The whisper suddenly rose in volume, so loud it seemed to be reaching inside him and shaking his lungs, his heart. Your companions would be ashamed to call you one of their own if they knew what you are!

The itch was steadily getting worse, rising to a dull burn.

"It's not true." Wind whispered. He wasn't sure if it was anything more than a gasping breath. "It's not true, I'm a real hero. I'm not worthless. "

"...ind? Wind!" A voice shook him from his stupor. He blinked, and realized that Time was kneeling in front of him, gently grasping his forearms.

"...Time?" He said blearily. "When did you get over here?"

"Oh, you've done it now, rat boy." Legend muttered.

"I'm sorry, Wind." Wild stood slightly behind Time, wringing his hands nervously. His spirits stood behind him, looking just as worried as everyone else, even though he barely knew them.

"What do you got to be sorry for?" Wind said. "Ya didn't do anything."

"Wind." Time said in his dad voice (which would never work on Wind, he had seen him run around as a kid too much). "You were shaking."

"...I was?"

"Saying something, too." Twilight added. "Don't know what, I couldn't hear."

"'It's not true.'" Four said, not looking Wind in the eye. "'It's not true, I'm a real hero. I'm not worthless.' That's what he was saying."

Time squeezed his hands. "Of course you're a real hero, Wind. Why would you think-" He fell silent, and Wind knew he had connected the dots.

"What?" Twilight asked. "What is it?"

Time nodded jerkily at the blade still at their sides.

"No." Twilight snarled. "That damned sword has no right."

"She wouldn't." Sky said, face paling. "She can be cold, but she would never say that."

"I don't know, Sky." Legend clutched the hilt of his sword. "She's not the same."

"It's not the sword's fault!" Wind exclaimed. "It's mine!"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Legend asked.

"I don't have the hero's spirit like you guys." Wind squeezed his eyes shut and held out his hands. "I can't wield the master sword because I'm not a real hero."

Hands took his own (probably Warriors', which were ridiculously soft despite his years of being a swordsman), and he was surprised when instead he heard Sky's voice. "That's a load of bullshit."

Wind's eyes snapped open in surprise at that; Sky hardly, if ever, cursed. "What?"

"That's a load of bullshit." Sky repeated, his normally calm eyes alight with anger. "The master sword doesn't decide whether you're a hero or not; it's what you do that matters." He poked Wind's chest with a finger. "You are just as much a hero as any of us."

Time nodded. "Sky is right. It's what's inside that matters."

"...Isn't my spirit what's inside?"

Legend flicked the side of his head. "Don't get cheeky, brat."

"The master sword barely accepted me." Wild said. "It nearly killed me. You aren't the only one to have problems with it."

"What I don't understand is how you managed to kill Ganondorf." Warriors said. "You said you couldn't wield it because you aren't a real hero, but you're obviously familiar with it."

"Oh. Uh." Wind rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "I… kind of… used it anyway?"

Sky seemed to choke on air. "You what? It's supposed to burn anyone who doe-"

"Doesn't have the hero's spirit or blood of the goddess." Wind finished. "Yeah, but she said I had a resistance because I was the descendant of the Four Sword hero or something."

Four followed Sky's example and choked on nothing. Time slapped them on the back and laughed. "Welcome to the club, little one."

Four shook out of their stupor long enough to say. "I'm not little."

Hyrule looked around. "I don't get it."

"Yeah, Four joined before you." Legend mused. "Their title is 'Hero of the Four Sword'."

Wind also choked on air (this was becoming a problem. Maybe they were all being poisoned). "Their what? "

"I can't believe I'm a dad…" Four said, ignoring them all and staring off into the distance. "Shadow is never going to let me live this down."

"So those scars on your hands…?" Sky asked. "Are they…?"

Wind slowly curled his fingers. "Yeah."

Sky shuddered.

"Do they hurt?" Wild asked. "I told you, I have stuff for that."

Wind shook his head. "Nothing helps. And besides, it doesn't hurt much anyway."

"But it does hurt." Legend said darkly. "Want to join my 'punch Hylia' club?"

"Your what ?" Wind exclaimed.

"So that's a no, then."

"Uh." Wind said, confused. "Where are you taking me? Am I being kidnapped?"

Sky didn't slow down, only tightening his grip on Wind's hand so he didn't run off. "You'll see."

"Are you going to throw me off the island? 'Cause I feel like that would have been easier earlier."

"Zelda!" Sky called out as they caught sight of her.

She turned, and smiled broadly. "Link!"

Sky finally let go of Wind's hand to wrap her in a hug. "I missed you." He muttered into her hair, barely audible. "Groose, too."

Who the hell was Goose?

Sun pulled back, finally spotting Wind over his shoulder. "Ah! Other Link!"

"Wind." Sky said, still holding her close.

"Yes; the sailor, right?"

"Yeah."

Wind tried to creep away while Sky was distracted, only to bump into a solid figure behind him.

"Groose!" Sky said, smiling even brighter, which didn't seem possible. Any brighter and he would practically be the sun (heh).

Wind turned. So this was the mysterious Goose.

Goose swept Sun and Sky into a hug and peered at Wind. "Which one is that?"

"Don't worry." Wind said, continuing his backwards retreat. "I was just leaving."

Sky somehow pulled an arm from Goose's octopus hug and grabbed Wind's arm. "Nope."

Wind squirmed. "Don't you want to catch up with Sun and Goose?"

Goose made a weird noise.

"This is more important." Sky insisted. "You're in pain , Wind."

And suddenly, Wind knew what this was about. "Oh, fuck no." He snarled, yanking his arm out of Sky's hold and turning away.

"What's the problem?" Sun asked, suddenly in front of him.

"Wind-" He ducked under Sky's arm. "-has burns-" Jumped over the foot he stuck out. "-from-"

Suddenly, Wind was grabbed by the shirt collar and lifted off the floor.

"-the master sword." Sky finished.

He twisted around and glared at Goose. "Let me go , Goose."

Goose gave him a little shake. "It's Groose. "

"Show her your hands, Wind." Sky pleaded. "Please."

Wind shoved them under his arms and stuck his tongue out.

Sun frowned. "If he has the hero's spirit, why is he being burned?"

"He doesn't." Sky said. "Or a blessing from Hylia, either."

"That was an option?" Wind exclaimed. Maybe he should take Legend up on his offer of joining the 'punch Hylia' club.

"Of course." Sun said. "I could give one now." Her expression softened. "It will not erase your scars, but you will be brought no future pain."

Wind stopped his struggling. "I know you're real fuckin' powerful and all, but how can you give me a blessing from a goddess? "

"Ah, well." Sky rubbed the back of his neck. "She… kinda is the goddess. Just in a mortal body."

Wind blinked. "...You probably shouldn't tell Legend that."

"Probably." Sky agreed.

"That's the pink haired one, right?" Sun looked between them. "Why shouldn't he know?"

"The vet has a 'punch Hylia' club." Wind explained.

"Ah." Sun said in an understanding tone. "I should ask if I can join."

Sky's head whipped around. " What? "

Sun put her hands on her hips. "I've seen those boys out there; maybe Hylia deserves to be punched."

"Uh. Okay." Sky said, clearly still a little confused.

"This is nice and all." Groose the goose complained. "But can I put the scrawny kid down yet?"

"I'm not scrawny- " Wind protested.

Sun nodded, and Groose dropped him.

" Ow. " Wind scowled, now sprawled across the floor. "Was that necessary?"

"Well." Sun stuck out her hand to shake. "It was nice to see you again, Wind."

He shook her hand, anxious to leave before Sky trapped him with false hope. "Uh huh, yup, real- what are you doing?"

Sun's other hand latched onto his wrist, and she turned his palm up. Her eyes held what could have been millennia of grief as she inspected it. "I'm sorry, Wind."

"What are you- Hey! Let go!" He pulled, but her grip was shockingly strong.

Sun's eyes glowed, and her presence seemed to fill the hall of the knight academy. She started whispering in what Wind recognized as the language of spirits.

Wind stopped struggling; it seemed hopeless in the face of such power. He should just give in, let it wash over him and take him away, like sand on a beach.

He stared at Sun, and it really did seem like she was one, bright and powerful and burning.

The power spiked, and Wind felt like he was burning away in the flames of some vast being.

Sun’s eyes returned to normal, her presence shrinking down back into that of a regular Hylian. Wind’s skin felt raw and sore.

“That’s it!” Sun said brightly, as if she didn’t realize how utterly terrifying her power was.

“If it was a blessing, why did it hurt ?” Wind groaned.

“I had to remove the divine curse from the master sword.” She explained. “You still have the scars, but they won’t hurt anymore.”

“‘Divine curse’.” Sky muttered. “Pretty words for something that caused so much pain.”

“I agree.” Sun sighed. “It’s a horrible thing.”

“And I’ll be able to hold the master sword now?”

Sky pulled the blade and held it out to Wind. “Go ahead.”

Wind took it with trembling hands. Would it really work? What if she still rejected him?

The master sword hummed, sending a wave of approval through him and washing away his fears. Wind grinned, and raised it high.

“It worked!” Sky cheered as they walked into their camp.

“Wait.” Wind stopped. “You fuckers knew about this?!”

Legend jerked a thumb in Wild’s direction. “It was the champion’s idea.”

“Uh, yeah.” Wild rubbed the back of his neck. “Flora mentioned divine blessings once.”

“And if it didn’t work?”

“Then we would try it again with the other Zeldas.” Warriors laid a hand on his shoulder. “You’re my brother, Wind. I won’t ever give up.”

Wind and Warriors were suddenly lifted up into a hug; he hadn’t even seen Time come over.

“Did you mean it?” Wind whispered.

“Of course.” Time said.

Warriors ruffled his hair and laughed. “Always.”

#lu #linked universe #lu wind #lu time #lu warriors #lu sky #lu four #lu legend #lu wild #mb's writing #lu fanfiction #i STILL dont know how to tag fics on tumblr what a surprise #wars wind and time shenanigans

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faytelumos · 2 years

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A Month of Kisses, #9

"Damn it!" he yelled, throwing the file down hard on his desk. He whipped around, jabbing a finger at her. "Why! Why is it always you!" She snorted a laugh, putting a hand to her chest.

"I was just doing my job, hon'," she snapped.

"No," he growled, marching closer, "no, you're doing my job. Again!"

"Maybe if you weren't off in left field chasing leads," she said with obnoxious air quotes, "I wouldn't have to step in all the time!"

"You don't have to step in at all!" he yelled. "I have my cases perfectly conrtolled!"

"You're an idiot!" she cried. "God, the number of times I have had to cover for your ass!"

"I don't need you to cover for me!" he said slowly, enunciating each word, leaning in.

"You were nearly fired this morning!" she snapped.

"I have everything under control!"

"You don't have control of a damned thing!" she snapped, stomping her foot. "This place needs you, hon'—"

"Don't call me that!"

"—you need to take better care of yourself!"

"Stop!" he snapped, standing back, holding up his hands. He was grinning bitterly, taking a step back. "I can take care of myself perfectly well."

"When was the last time you slept?" she demanded, then quickly added: "For more than four hours?"

"Who even has that kind of time?"

"When was the last time you ate a full meal that wasn't handed to you through a window?"

"Do not tell me about the food triangle — I'm so sick of the food triangle!"

"How long has it been since you had more than one day at home doing something you enjoy?"

"I enjoy work!" he barked, every bit of him snapping back into alignment on her. "And fuck anyone who tells me that's not good enough!"

"Honey, you need a break!" she shouted, stepping closer. "You need to step back and rest!"

"No!" he cried, his eyes wild. "You just want my job!"

"Holy shit!" she screamed, wearing a humorless smile. "I am not after your fucking job!"

"That's all anyone ever wants!" he cried, backing away. "I worked too long to get here! I have clawed my way here for almost fifteen years!"

"You're invaluable!" she bellowed. "They're not just gonna throw you away!"

"Yes they will!" He turned away, trying to hide the desperate tears gathering. "They think I'm losing it! They just tried to fire me!" he hollered, looking back to her. "Make up your mind!"

She stood still, rubbing her thumbs hard against her fingertips. He was panting, his eyes were red, his fingers trembled.

"You're the best person here at what you do," she said slowly, moving closer. "I'm just trying to keep you here." He pursed his lips, anger swelling again in his chest.

"Stop. Helping me," he snarled. "Because you keep fucking me up." She growled, pressed her hands to her face, and let out a bitter chuckle.

"You're a moron," she whispered. He gritted his teeth and drew in a breath to argue, but she gripped his jacket and lunged forward, bending him backwards slightly with a kiss.

His brain stopped working for a moment. Was this real? Yes, yes, she was really kissing him. The gears started turning again, and suddenly everything she was saying made a lot more sense.

She pulled away, looking at him nervously. He registered the face he was making — complete and utter surprise — probably wasn't helping her. He looked away, and she let go of his jacket so he could smooth it out.

"Uh," he muttered, looking down at a coworker's desk, "you're not trying to…." He bit back on that question; he suddenly didn't want to fight anymore.

"I'm sorry," she rushed, backing away. "I'm sorry, that probably wasn't okay." She grabbed her keys and his head snapped up.

"Wait! Wait." She watched him, hope and worry mingling on her face. He looked down again; he had no idea what was going on right now, but it was pulling something in his chest. "Maybe… uh, maybe we can look over this case. Together." He looked up at her, but the hope and eagerness on her face made him look away instantly. "I'll try not to rip your throat out."

"Okay," she huffed. He glanced over again to see her smiling. "Okay. Yeah. I'll-I'll text you my address, uh, bring the file over; I can make us something to eat, we can go over the details." He balked; they'd just been screaming at each other five seconds ago and she actually felt comfortable inviting him to her house? Did she really even have his number?

She ran out of the office then without so much as a "bye" and left him standing at someone else's desk, still shocked. God, what was happening? Was he having a stroke?

He made his way slowly back to his desk and gathered up the papers that had slid out of the file jacket. It was fine. If she was willing to do what he asked instead of getting in his way, he'd be able to help more people.

Hopefully.

#Fayte writes #barely edited #a month of kisses #I normally hate the trope where someone uses a kiss to end an argument #but in this case I don't think it's as reductive of the conflict #because part of the conflict is that she's trying to protect him because she likes him #and he just doesn't want other people to be responsible for him #also the werewolf subtext is completely unintentional #but my vision for this is that this is basically a magical murder/crime investigation unit so I just went ahead and left it in there

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stardewlily · 7 months

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Chapter Four of My Everlasting Light

A Stardew Valley fan fiction about the relationship between Sebastian and my farmer, Lily.

Synopsis: Lily's accident in the mines leads Sebastian to a new resolve

Cast: Original Female Character, Sebastian, Maru

Contents: Mutual Pining, Physical Injury, Hurt/Comfort, Family Dynamics, Developing Relationship

Warnings: Minor injuries/Blood

Something Beautiful

Sebastian stared out over the lake and frustratedly flicked his half smoked cigarette to the ground. He shouldn't really be smoking at all, he was trying to quit for Lily, but he was having so much trouble processing the events of last night that he'd lit up without even thinking about it.

He could still see her face as clearly as if she were right there in front of him, her cheeks wet with tears, tears she'd cried for him, and those things she'd said, she'd sounded like she'd meant them. Hell, he knew she'd meant them. He'd seen it in her eyes. He groaned internally. How could someone so sweet care for someone like him? His few previous girlfriends had treated him poorly, he didn't know how to cope with anything else, didn't know how to deal with these thoughts and feelings he was having now.

Add all that to the fact that she was late to the fishing spot tonight and his anxiety had ratcheted up to a whole new level. He checked the urge to light up another cigarette then jumped out of his skin when his phone rang in his pocket. He pulled it out, heart thumping wildly. It was Lily! He jabbed the answer button and had the phone against his ear one second later.

"Lily!" he tried to keep the panic out of his voice. "Where are you? Are you okay?" Way to play it cool, he thought. Well done there…

"Seb…" her voice sounded faint, crackly. "I'm in the mines, at the elevator door." A pause, for a moment he thought she'd gone, then… "I kind of had an accident. Can you please come and get me?"

"I'm already on my way," he said, and he was, his body had already started moving before she'd even asked.

He shoved his phone back in his pocket, running as fast as he could towards the mines, mind racing with images of Lily injured in all manner of ways. What if she were being attacked? His eyes frantically scanned the ground for prospective weapons and lit upon a seemingly sturdy branch, he paused momentarily to pick it up before resuming his pace. He felt slightly better with something heavy in his hands although by the time he got to the entrance he was so thoroughly winded he had solidly renewed his vow to quit smoking.

"Lily?" he called her name as he approached the dimly lit doorway and had a moment in which to think Marlon should really invest in some better lighting before he heard her voice from inside.

"I'm in here, Seb."

"Lily…" he went through, holding the branch in front of him, not quite sure what he intended to do with it, just knowing that if anything was hurting Lily he would make sure it never drew breath again.

His gaze fell on her and his arm dropped. She was propped up on her back against the elevator door, her mining light toppled on the floor beside her, backpack hanging half off her shoulder, dirt on her face and clothes, cuts and grazes all over her arms and hands, one leg of her jeans completely ripped and torn.

He categorised all these things in an instant, registered the blood, the pain etched on her pretty face, felt like the rest of him was going to drop along with his arm. His Lily. What had happened to her?

"Thanks for coming so quickly," she said, and even though her voice was shaky he could hear the gentle amusement in it as she remarked on the branch he was holding. "What were you planning on doing with that?"

He stared at it dumbly and then tossed it embarrassedly to the ground. "I thought you might be under attack… but that's not important…" he moved quickly to her side. "What happened? Why are you in here? I thought you had all the ore you needed? Why didn't you ring me sooner?" His words came out in a hectic mess, he couldn't stop them, seeing her like this, so hurt…

"I'm sorry, Sebby, I know I shouldn't have, but there was something I needed and I thought I could just slip by the monsters, get it and get out." She looked forlornly down at her leg. "I guess I was wrong, I think I twisted my ankle or something, it was all I could do to get out here in one piece. It hurts like hell now, I don't think I can walk anymore."

Her use of his pet name as she apologised completely unmanned him. He threw her bag over his back and slipped his arms underneath her. "It's okay, Lily," he said gently. "You don't need to apologise, just hold on to me, I'll get you out of here."

Her arms snaked softly around his neck as he lifted her and he felt his heart flutter. He was amazed at how light she was, so delicate, so fragile. How did she do all the work she did? He could feel her trembling and pulled her against his chest, looked down into her beautiful hazel eyes, felt his whole body responding to her… ah, she was hurt, he shouldn't be having these thoughts… he forced himself to turn towards the doorway, tearing his gaze away from her, all the while intimately aware of how she felt in his arms.

"Why didn't you ring me earlier?" he said huskily, trying to distract them both from the moment.

"I tried," she said in a tiny voice. "But I couldn't get a signal till I got all the way up and out of the elevator." She forced out a little laugh. "Marlon should put some kind of emergency phone system down there."

"Marlon should do a lot of things," Sebastian grunted, uncharitably thinking that the Guild leader should be on hand to be Lily's personal escort at all times.

"Are you sure you can carry me so far?" Lily asked. "It's a long way to your house, I could probably manage to hobble a bit."

"Don't worry," he said, more gruffly then he meant. "I can manage. You hardly weigh anything."

"Okay, Sebby," there she went again, using his pet name so softly, so sweetly. "Thank you."

They made the rest of the way back to his parents' house in silence. It wasn't so unusual for them, they often spent hours comfortably silent in each other's company, it was one of the things he enjoyed so much about being with her, that ability to co-exist in peaceful harmony that he never got with anyone else. But in that short amount of time his thoughts had tortured him so much it almost came as relief when Maru answered the door and started up nurse mode the moment she saw them.

"Oh my Yoba! Lily!" She ushered them in and started gathering items from various shelves. "Seb, what happened?"

"She got hurt in the mines," he said, "I think it's a twisted ankle and…"

"And a whole of lot of cuts and scrapes too. Oh dear, what a mess! I see, I see…" Sebastian internally bristled. Like he couldn't diagnose that himself. "Hurry up and bring her through to my room, we need to treat those injuries right away!"

"Where's mom?" he asked as he followed Maru into her invention-strewn bedroom. Lily remained quiet in his arms and he didn't blame her. Maru in full throttle was just like their mother, an unstoppable force.

"Mom and dad went out for the night, didn't you notice them go?" Maru said, taking the cap off a bottle of strong smelling liquid. "Goodness, Seb, they were talking about it all morning!"

"I was only in the kitchen to make coffee," he managed to get out before she was off again.

"Yes, yes, I know. You needed to get back to your computer and get on with your programming. How you manage without ever eating I just don't know. I swear mom's going to have to start force feeding you soon! Lay her down there." She nodded at her bed and, with a long-suffering sigh, Sebastian complied, laying Lily gently on the covers.

"Now Lily," Maru said, "this is going to sting like mad but you're going to have to cope with it, I need to get all these wounds clean and sterile, we don't want to risk any infection setting in. Yoba alone knows what's lurking down in those caves!"

Lily grimaced stoicly as Maru started on her many cuts and scrapes and Sebastian couldn't help but wonder how much of it was due to putting up with the pain and how much down to his sister's bedside manner. She caught his gaze as he was thinking this and rolled her eyes at him, he couldn't help but break into a quick smile as he knew she was sharing his exact thoughts at that moment.

Maru quickly finished with her cleaning and dressing of Lily's wounds and then moved down to her ankle. It was obvious which was the problem as one leg of her jeans was completed shredded.

"Goodness, Lily, what on earth happened down there?" she exclaimed as she probed the area.

"There were a lot of bats down there," Lily said bashfully, "more than I was expecting... and slimes, and dust sprites, and the odd ghost or two, and… well, they all kind of mobbed me… hence all the cuts, and I fell on a lot of rocks, hence the shredding and the potentially broken ankle."

"Well," Maru said, setting Lily's leg back down. "I can safely tell you it's not broken but it certainly is sprained. Seb, could you…?" she looked up at her brother, then, on seeing the shocked expression on his face, immediately gave up. "Ah, never mind, I'll go get it myself, keep an eye on her would you?"

She bustled out of the room leaving the two of them alone. The sudden quiet was palpable but Sebastian felt completely incapable of filling it. All he could do was look at Lily, filled with horror at the thought of her alone down there and what might have happened. He felt nauseous, like he might pass out any minute. Dammit. Why had she gone down there?

"Seb, could you pass me my rucksack please?" Even her soft voice seemed loud in that silence and he jumped but complied. He handed it to her mutely, wondering what the hell was wrong with him. Where had his words gone? Why didn't he say something comforting to her? But all he could think of was what if… what if….

"Here, Seb," she was holding something out to him. It was pale blue, shaped like a teardrop, gleaming in the light. "This is why I went down there." Her voice was tiny, beseeching, seemed to be the only thing in the world to him, that and the frozen tear she held in her hand. "I wanted to get this for you. You were so sad last night and I wanted you to feel better, to have something beautiful. I thought… well… here… I got this for you, Sebby."

Tears of his own misted his vision as he stared at her offering. She'd gone down into the mines for this? To get him a gift? She'd risked her life to…

"Lily…" he started to speak, his voice broken, then in came Maru.

"Oh wow! What an amazing gem! Did you get that from the mines? I'd always heard there were loads of treasures down there. I meant to go looking for some gold ore myself at one point but ah, it's so dangerous down there and I'm certainly nowhere near as brave as you! Hey, but at least it wasn't all in vain!" She started to bandage Lily's ankle. "It's so pretty, why don't you thank her, Seb?"

Sebastian didn't know whether he wanted to thump Maru for interrupting or hold Lily more tightly then he'd ever held anything in his life.

"Well, go on then! She went to all that trouble to get it for you, after all!"

Maybe it was thumping Maru he thought wryly, then his gaze shifted to Lily's face and he knew it was the other.

"Sebby…?" she looked at him with such sweet concern, half shy, half pleading. What could he do? He took the gem from her outstretched hand. It was beautiful, perfect in every way. He looked into her face. Just like her.

"Thank you, Lily," he said, wishing he could say more, a multitude of things lining up in his head and then falling over with no place to go. "It's beautiful."

The expression on her face changed instantly, her concern fell away and that brilliant smile he loved so much lit her up.

"Seb, do you think you could drive Lily home? Mom's truck is in the garage, they took a taxi for their trip out so they could both drink."

He blinked, closed his fingers around the tear, tried to pull himself together. "Yeah, sure. No problem."

Maru turned back to Lily, handing her a bottle of tablets and a hastily scribbled note. "Lily, you'll need to stay off that ankle for at least two days before you start putting any weight on it, then only a little at a time. I know it's going to be difficult with your farm and all but you're going to have to take it easy for two weeks minimum. Those tablets should help with the pain and swelling, make sure you ice it and keep it elevated, I'm sure you know the drill."

Lily nodded but he could see the worry on her face at the mention of the farm.

"Do you think you can get outside okay?"

"She doesn't have to," he blurted before she had the chance to answer. "I'll carry her. I'll help on the farm too."

Both women looked up at him at the same time, it would have been funny had his feelings for them not been so diametrically opposed. As it was he found himself taking over Maru's hustle and bustle before he could think anymore. He slung Lily's bag over his shoulder and picked her up easily from the bed, trying once again to ignore the feelings that swept over him when her arms went around his neck and her gaze sought his.

"Open the doors for me," he said as he made his way out with Lily in his arms. For once Maru kept quiet and scurried to do his bidding.

"I'll let mom and dad know where you are if you're still out when they get back." She had a smug, knowing little look on her face as she closed the front door behind them and Sebastian scowled at her which only made her grin wider before the door finally banged shut.

Saying nothing he made his way to the garage, juggling his keys out of his pocket and fiddling for a while before hitting the right button and sighing with relief when the automatic door began to rise.

"Are you okay, Seb?" Lily's voice was soft. "I could help, or you could put me down for a bit…"

"I can manage," he said, echoing his words from earlier and then instantly feeling guilty as she subsided and he realised how abrupt he must have sounded.

Desperately wanting to say more he found he could say nothing and instead he cursed as he fumbled with his keys again, finally got the passenger door open and gently placed Lily inside. He reached over to attach her seatbelt, trying desperately not to look at her and then carefully placed her bag in the back, hurried round to the driver's side, got in, started her up and began the drive back to Lily's farm.

They drove a short while in silence and then…

"Sebby…? Are you mad at me?"

His heart stopped in his chest. He choked, pulled the truck over and switched off the ignition. Turned to look at her. Even though it was getting dark he felt instantly lost in her eyes. Mad at her? How could he ever be mad at her? How could he tell her that the reason he was so silent, the reason that terror had gripped his heart, the reason he couldn't look at her for fear he'd start babbling and never stop was because he couldn't stand the thought of losing her, that the thought of never seeing her beautiful face again, of never being bathed in that sweet smile, filled him full of dread, that she was the reason he got up in the morning, she was the reason his heart beat, she was the sunlight in his dark, dreary world and that without her he might as well just cease to exist.

How could he tell her all that?

"Lily…" A single tear dropped down his cheek. He couldn't stop it. "No, I'm not mad at you. I could never be mad at you. Just… please… promise me you'll never go into the mines again. If you need something, anything, ask me, ask Marlon, buy it from Clint… just don't go…"

"Seb…" he looked down to see her hand resting on his on the steering wheel. It was shaking. He was shaking. Hard. He hadn't realised. Just how much he was holding in.

He looked at her again. Her eyes were constellations. "I won't, Seb. I promise."

"Thank you." It was half a sentence, half a sob. He felt embarrassed. "Come on," he said, forcing a grin. "I need to get you home and start looking after you. I've got two weeks of helping you convalesce, remember?"

Lily smiled softly and removed her hand. He smiled back at her and started the truck up again. "You're going to see just how good a farmhand I can be," he said with another grin. "Think I can learn everything in two weeks?"

"I don't see why not," she said lightly. "You've already helped me with my crops and in two weeks I'd taught myself loads of stuff! Of course…" her head drooped a little… "Pierre did say my first crop of parsnips cost him several customers."

"Ah, that lying jackass," he said and before he knew it they were back at her home and he was lost in a whirl of busyness, carrying her here and there as she pointed things out to him and they laughed and talked and arranged when he would come around to help. When he finally left all his earlier confusion was back with reinforcements and he reached into his pocket, searching for a familiar packet only to come out with two things in his hand.

One was a crumpled pack of cigarettes, the other was a perfect frozen tear. He remembered the look on her face when he took it. He put it carefully back in his pocket and tossed his cigarettes on the ground before climbing into the driver's seat.

More than anything right now he wanted to believe he deserved something beautiful in his life.

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sweetcinnamonmaplesyrup · 4 years

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Your honour, you see this man right here? Yeah, this one? He is baby, no cap.

I found an excuse to draw this boy, and I rAN WITH IT!! So glad I decided to take art as an elective this year lol, it's thanks to those classes I get to draw more during this time and we live for that in this house 👌

Anyway, this is Bonic!! He belongs to @crabbng, who is an absolute precious person (I've known them for two weeks, but I've already decided to lay my life down for them and their content- it's just good, heart melting stuff they have over on their blog, please go check them out and support them :")). He belongs to their series called "Kings of Sorts" and so far, it's g r e a t. If I ever get the time, I'll draw Hana too because we need a match-- Baby will appear too :DD

Now back to other school things- hah-

Edit: I was about to go to sleep when I realised I wrote "King of Sorts" rather than "Kings of Sorts" under his name and I feel stupidddd- I changed it on the drawing but it's late and I can't be bothered to change it- fffffffff-

#kings of sorts #kos #king of my heart #goddamn #idk what was going on during the process of this #but i kept zoning oit and forgetting what i was doing so by the time i looked down on my paper #it didn't register that i drew what was on it and just cried over how cool he was #and this happened several times lolol #but i mean he is really c o o l #and i can't wait for more :")))#love to crabbng 💕💕💕💕#thank you for gracing us with this amazing story and the amazing characters 💕#i am e m otio nalll #u gh #💕💕💕💞💕💞💕💞💞💕💞💕💞💕💕💞💞💕💞💞💕💞💕💞💕💞💕💞💕💞💕💞💕💞#syrup draws #actually posting for once damnnn #bonic

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tavern-aa · 3 years

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Drunk Confessions Part 2

A/N: I had too many words for my bullets on the last part so lets get on with the rest real quick lol - Leviathan

Warning: NSFW, Intoxication

x Male Reader

Percy Jackson

14: “Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop.”

11: “I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”

You take the opportunity to let your hands wander his body, haphazardly undoing his belt and the button and zipper of his pants.

This is where you pause

"Percy..."

A soft 'hm' leaves his lips as he lets his eyes flutter open to meet yours

"Are...are you sure about this?"

"Y/N, I love you, I already told you, I want this, I want you, I want to be with you"

"I know...I just...Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop"

Percy snorted at that and gently punched your arm

"I'm a big boy Y/N, if I don't like something, I'll tell you"

You rolled your eyes and placed another soft kiss against his lips before sliding his pants down his legs and off of his body

Now he laid below you, almost completely bare and exposed to you

It's not like you haven't seen him naked before, it's just, in this setting, everything seemed much more...real

You let your fingers trace along his scars, watching as his body shivered in reaction to your every little touch

"This isn't fair"

You cock an eyebrow at his statement in confusion

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I'm the only one even remotely stripped, can't you take something off too?"

You let out a laugh as his whiny statement came out causing his face to flush a bright red

You then lift your shirt over your head, dropping it on the ground next to his cot

"Is this better, your highness?"

Percy let out a huff of air at the pet name before he rested his hands on your chest, trailing his hands down and back up your torso

Your skin slapping together echoed through the empty cabin as little cries of pleasure left Percy's lips

"F-Fuck, Y/N, please, I need more. H-harder, please!"

His desperate cry snapped something inside of you as you grabbed one of his legs, lifting it over your shoulder as you slammed into him

It hadn't even been a minute of you doing him in this position and he was already close to coming

"W-wait, slow down"

You didn't listen, instead you took this as an invitation to speed up

Percy's back arched off of the bed as his thick semen shot onto his own chest

You chuckled as you continued to thrust into his tight ass, growing closer and closer to your own release

The cries of overstimulation left Percy's lips triggering your release right into his ass

"Y/N! Shit!"

You slowed your thrusts to help the both of you ride out your orgasms before you carefully pulled out of him

"How do you feel? Are you okay?"

After a few seconds and no response you realized that he had passed out as soon as you had pulled out

The following morning, sunlight shone through the sheer curtains of Cabin 3 causing a loud groan to leave the mouth of the hungover ravenette. His head was pounding, but that could wait. He was freezing.

Percy reached his arm out coming into contact with a warm, fleshy wall. Immediately his brain registered two things. 1. warmth. The 2nd was that there was someone else in his cot beside him, snoring softly.

His eyes snapped open to find the face of one of his closest friends blissfully sleeping.

"Y/N," he whispered in shock. His heart hammered against his ribs in time with the pounding in his head, "shit...last night...really happened."

A soft grunt beside him drew him out of his thoughts as you stirred in your sleep. Your arm flung out from your side to wrap around him and pull him into your chest, instantly warming him up. Not that he needed any help warming up anymore, his face was as red and warm as fire as he began to recall the events of the previous night.

"I slept with Y/N...I...slept with Y/N!" His initial confusion turned into pure joy as he snuggled himself closer into your chest, his face stretched into a huge grin.

"Well good morning to you too, fish sticks."

His heart stopped as he glanced up at your face, your sleepy gaze meeting his sea green eyes.

"Good morning, Y/N."

#percy jackson #percy jackson x male reader #percy jackson x reader #x reader #x male reader #x gender neutral reader #pjo #pjo x reader #pjo x male reader #hoo #toa

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mythicamagic · 4 years

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Sesskag week Day 5: Horror

Summery: Kagome resurrects Sesshoumaru using Tenseiga. He swears to repay the debt by any means necessary.

AN: Written for Sesskag Week Day 5 - Horror. I decided to write this with more the feeling of horror after experiencing something traumatic rather than for the genre of horror, so this is more angsty and hurt/comfort with fluff at the end. Enjoy!

Warning: Some gore so rated M

4,000 words

(all prompts posted on Ao3, fanfic.net and Dokuga)

Fall of the Mighty

Gulping hard and sucking fast breaths into her lungs, Kagome ignored the ache in her fingers and fired another arrow.

Sweat rolled down her temples, hair damp with humidity. She dashed to the side and narrowly avoided being cleaved in two by a boar demon, reacting off sheer adrenaline rather than skill.

She'd paid the Western Lands a visit with the intention of delivering some happy news. Sesshoumaru had been busy fending off small invasions for weeks, but Jaken had reported that there'd recently been a lull in activity. She'd thought it safe to visit.

Rin had progressed well with her studies at the village. Kagome thought he'd want to know that the petite teen now expertly rode horses without falling off and could render foes unconscious with the right herbal concoction.

I thought he'd want to know, to cheer him up...

Because he did so love to hear news of his ward's progress.

Getting caught up in the crossfire of one of the West's latest battles had not been part of the plan. Kagome glimpsed Sesshoumaru every now and then, gliding above the fighting soldiers in his true form. She wasn't sure if he'd noticed her presence.

Wincing upon seeing him collide with an enemy, her eyes widened. Wrestling in the grey overcast sky with a snake-like youkai, spittle and blood lashed out. Ravenous growls clapped above the battle like bursts of thunder. Rows of sharp teeth lunged and tore into flesh, ripping through sinew and snapping bone.

Kagome cried out, feeling a pain in her side. Shooting another demon between the eyes, she pressed a hand to the wound they'd lashed into her hip.

Despite the injury, she became distracted again, watching as the two giants twisted and scrapped, soon colliding atop a hill. Racing towards them, she panted hard, willing her body not to give in to exhaustion.

By the time the dirt had settled from the collision, their forms had changed. Inhuman, beautiful men drew swords and slashed at one another in a deadly dance. Bakusaiga couldn't seem to consume the grey-haired snake youkai, perhaps indicative of Sesshoumaru's power running dry.

Kagome focused on fending off approaching soldiers, firing again and again. She happened to turn when a blazing snarl ripped through her ears and in a blur of motion the unthinkable happened.

Swords met and parried, before both demons struck unexpectedly. Sesshoumaru's sword impaled the enemy through his chest- just as the snake's blade cleaved through a pale neck.

Kagome's eyes flew wide. Horror slammed into her chest.

Long silver hair was sent flying into the air. It happened too fast and yet agonisingly slow at the same time, like a punch being slammed into her gut only for Kagome to register the hit seconds later.

Hitting the ground with a sickening thud, the head of the Killing Perfection rolled twice before lying still.

Horrible keening, wailing noises filled the air. Kagome's lungs and mouth hurt, and she belatedly realised the agonised screaming was coming from her. Hurrying forward blindly, she tripped and scrambled over bloodied earth. The snake demon gave a wheezing cough, sinking to both knees. He then fell onto his side, eyes glassy.

Kagome approached the two collapsed corpses, trembling. With a whimper, she tried not to look at Sesshoumaru's bloodied, decapitated neck, unable to accept what she was seeing. Scrambling shaking fingers at his hip, she ripped Tenseiga out of its scabbard. Coughing and pressing a hand to her mouth, blue eyes squeezed shut.

Everything felt like too much. A buzzing noise filled her ears, heart thudding dizzyingly fast.

She forced herself to swallow and crack stinging eyes open, gauging the distance from his body to the silver-haired head about 20 meters away.

"Oh come on," she croaked. Setting Tenseiga down, the contents of her stomach churned. Stumbling over to it with legs like jelly, Kagome stared down at his upturned, handsome face. Half-open, golden eyes stared at her with hazed pupils.

Coughing and moving back to retch, the war-torn landscape became blurry as hot tears rolled down her cheeks as she emptied the contents of her stomach. Her nose and mouth strung with fire, breathing ragged. Swallowing thickly and wiping her mouth, Kagome made a noise of distress before madly lurching down. Numb, shaking fingers slid from a regal jaw to touch striped magenta cheeks, lifting his head from the ground. She didn't know how to explain the horrific weight, whether it felt heavier or lighter than expected.

Kagome could barely see a thing through her thick, unrelenting tears. Sobbing, stumbling and quickly placing the head down before his body like he were a doll to fix, she panted.

Leaning to grab Tenseiga, Kagome's stomach lurched again. Controlling it, she grit chattering teeth and straightened.

Holding the sword over Sesshoumaru's corpse, the miko waited.

Nothing.

Blue eyes widened. Kagome began to tremble violently with terror.

"No. No, no, no- please! Please, this is for Sesshoumaru!" she burst. "You were made from his father's fang, right?! I know I'm not a demon but so help me you WILL save him!" a snarl tore at her bile-laced throat.

Forcing reiki onto her fingers, Kagome allowed the holy power to spill out onto the hilt. Pink energy then skittered onto the blade, causing a noise of distress until Tenseiga glowed blue. Panting and not verbalising her victory, Kagome continued to whisper pleas and prayers even as she noticed small ghostly imps. They crawled over Sesshoumaru's body, readying chains around limp striped wrists.

With a cry, Kagome slashed the blade down madly. They shrieked upon being severed in two, fading away.

The ensuing silence sounded too loud. Tenseiga glowed and rattled in her hand, bathing her slick skin blue. Sesshoumaru's head now lay attached to his body, but he did not stir.

"S-Sesshoumaru?"

Crouching, and then weakening, Kagome's knees hit the ground heavily. Reaching out, fingers wobbled and touched soft, light bangs, bumping into his smooth, stern brow. She didn't realise she was still crying until tears began to land on his upturned, pale face. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to stop them.

"Why are you crying, miko?"

The air froze in her lungs, Kagome's head whipping up. Sesshoumaru gazed at her, golden eyes bright and very much alive. Confusion marred his expression, attention drifting to Tenseiga still gripped in her hand. His eyes then flew wide with understanding, tensing.

Making a strangled noise, Kagome ducked down and clutched at broken armour, burying her face in his shoulder and sobbing loudly like a child. Sesshoumaru remained frozen beneath her, and when she did not stop, he slowly curled an arm around the wailing miko.

---

Kagome had returned to the village severely shaken. Her friends had noticed and inquired, so she'd explained almost everything to them about getting caught up with a battle; neglecting to mention what had happened to Sesshoumaru.

She silently vowed never to tell another soul.

It didn't make it easy to deal with since the fighting itself wasn't what had upset her. Because of this oversight, her friends figured she'd be over it in a few days. As if confirming this, Kagome carried on as normal, burying the ugly blemish of memory and covering it with pleasantness. She started smiling again and even laughed when Shippo made his jokes or pulled pranks.

Something she did not anticipate was Sesshoumaru's unexpected arrival about a week since that awful, traumatic day. She'd figured he'd be busy with battle clean up for a while and would need to deal with war and politics, but he strode into the village languidly, in no hurry.

Kagome turned and busied herself with hanging some clothes up to dry outside Kaede's hut. Expecting him to ignore her and make a beeline for Rin's hut, she stiffened upon hearing boots deliberately drag on the earth behind her.

"Miko," his voice sounded crisp and clear.

Shippo squeaked from where he sat nearby, nibbling on a lollipop and observing them keenly.

Glancing over one shoulder and finding his proximity closer than necessary, Kagome forced a smile. "H-hi, Sesshoumaru. What can I do for you?"

Holding her gaze with rapt attention, Sesshoumaru's jaw ticked. "You have done enough," he uttered. "It is time this one returned the favour. I have come to repay you for your actions on the battlefield. Your assistance was…instrumental in our success."

"Wow, really, Kagome?" Shippo pipped up. "You downplayed it so much, what happened?"

"N-nothing!" Kagome laughed nervously, grabbing Sesshoumaru's sleeve and tugging. She shot him a warning look, gesturing to follow. "Uh, wanna help me gather herbs?"

Sesshoumaru's expression turned flat, however, he nodded and followed her away from Shippo's prying eyes. Stopping under the shade of the trees, Kagome faced the demon lord. "Look, you don't need to repay me. I didn't…do anything to make you feel indebted to me. Let's just forget it ever happened."

Burning, flashing eyes snapped to her face. "This one does not intend to ever forget, nor can I ignore a life debt. Proclaim what you want and it shall be yours."

Kagome groaned, running a hand through her hair. "I don't want anything!"

Noticing his unblinking, direct stare and pensive silence, she could tell he wasn't about to take 'no' for an answer.

"Geeze you demons always have to drag me into your weird rituals or traditions, huh?" Kagome grumbled. "Fine…" thinking for a moment, she hummed. "Kaede needs moss from a certain type of tree and some other herbs collecting. Help me get those and we'll count that as the repayment."

Expecting him to refuse, judging by the flinty look of disapproval he shot her way, Sesshoumaru surprised her with a regal incline of his head. "Very well."

---

They'd spent several hours doing what she assumed he thought of as 'peasants work.' However, Sesshoumaru hadn't complained once. In fact, he worked diligently, considering he looked like he'd never done a hard days work in his life and had impeccable, flawless claws.

Kagome covertly surveyed her own blunt, slightly chipped nails. Setting down a full basket of herbs, she wiped the sweat from her forehead. After passing over their hard work to Kaede, the former Shikon Miko wandered back to Sesshoumaru. Noticing him inspecting green-stained fingers with distaste, she smiled.

"You're off the hook now. Thanks for your help though, it was definitely sufficient payment, buddy-"

"No."

"W-what?"

Sesshoumaru dragged cool, icy attention away from green digits. "Do you presume to think that collecting moss equals the life of this Sesshoumaru?"

"Of course not, but-"

"Then more will be done to repay the life debt."

Kagome groaned, spreading her arms wide. "Like what?" At his stony, unrelenting expression, she sighed. "I guess...Sango mentioned something about babysitting."

She assumed he was about ready to throw in the towel, but Sesshoumaru set his shoulders and raised his chin. "Hn."

---

Kagome had never seen Sesshoumaru be used as a jungle gym before. If someone had told her she'd be witnessing three children climbing over the Killing Perfection's furs, clambering his back and swinging from imposing shoulder armour, she'd have called them a liar.

Miroku and Sango's children evidently adored him.

"Who knew he'd be so good with kids," Sango muttered to her behind her hand.

Kagome smiled, remembering his silent protective steak when it had come to Rin and Kohaku. "It's not that much of a surprise, is it?" she giggled, watching him catch Mitsu mid-fall without even acknowledging it.

As she observed him and cared for the children in Sango and Miroku's eventual absence, her stomach began to twist, tears pricking her eyes.

Ducking out of the hut and having to take a breather, Kagome forced the image of limp silver hair and glassy eyes back into its box. For some reason, witnessing him so attentive and alive in a domestic setting was messing with her emotions.

The sunset streaked the skies with vibrant red plumes by the time they were finally relieved of their duties. Walking through the village with her taciturn companion, she noticed the demon hadn't left. Glancing at him, Kagome shook her head.

"No way. That's it. This is getting ridiculous, Sesshoumaru. I'm a simple gal, I don't need much. Your help has been more than enough to repay the debt, I promise."

The Daiyoukai did not budge. Kagome stomped her foot, huffing.

"I'm done for the day! I can't keep making up tasks for you to do!"

Sesshoumaru looked thoughtful for a moment, as though registering that she may indeed have a point. "I should like to offer you something needed, rather than complete a simple task that you do not care about."

Frowning, she folded her arms and started to walk towards her hut. "Sure, sounds nice. I do need a new cutting board."

Heavy youki slid like water over her back. She felt his gaze with a visceral thrum of awareness, skin pricking in response. Kagome adjusted her priestess robes and pressed down the answering whisper of her powers.

"This Sesshoumaru extends an offer, miko."

Kagome stopped, shivering. "What is it?"

"You will look at me."

Gritting her teeth and whirling to face him, the embers of fire immediately died in her eyes at his intense, watchful expression. "I will mate you, should you wish it," he said succinctly.

Everything in her stopped and spun, backtracking to try and understand his train of thought, until her very being came at a standstill. A secret, buried flicker of emotion wormed its way into her heart.

"Why?" she breathed. "Why would you…do that?"

Sesshoumaru observed her, heavy attention dragging away to glance at the far off tops of the trees. "Upon completion, your lifespan would increase to match mine. An extra 2,000 years of life is something humans have coveted for years. Therefore mating would be a worthy repayment."

Kagome listened in silence, shifting slightly under the Daiyoukai's level, studying gaze. He continued with languid immediacy, new hesitance leaking into his words that hadn't been there before.

"It has also been suggested that the actions carried out that day by your hand may have been guided by...feelings. Personal attachment, different to simple friendship."

"But I-I-" curling shaking hands into fists, Kagome felt her heart constrict. "I'd...hate for you to extend that offer to me just because of a stupid life debt."

"If you do not harbour feelings for this one then why did you save me?"

Kagome took a breath, glancing away. Tears stung her eyes, the words tumbling out of her mouth unbidden. "I never said that I didn't," she confessed quietly. God, I never wanted to have to tell him like this.

Now the quiet, gentle crush she'd harboured for him felt exposed, like a cocoon being pried open too early. She felt vulnerable yet soldiered on. "But that had nothing to do with it. I saved you because you're my friend, first and foremost. Besides I couldn't...I couldn't just leave you there. Do nothing."

The demon's expression had morphed into something else now, however, she couldn't decipher what it was, tired from constantly tensing, relaxing, laughing and revolving around him all day. He took a step closer but Kagome backed up.

"Don't ever try to marry me out of some sense of duty again, Sesshoumaru."

"Miko-"

"No, please," her voice wobbled. "Leave me alone for a while," she mumbled, turning on her heel and hurrying away.

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She felt a little childish, arms wrapped around drawn-up knees and sitting at the base of the Goshinboku. Even if she couldn't confide in Inuyasha about the memories of the battle, the sacred tree that felt like a part of their bond remained a pillar of support. Something sturdy that she could ground herself with.

Groaning, Kagome buried her face in her arms. I can't believe I confessed like that. What a mess.

Sensing a presence draw near and the familiar brush of cold, pressing youki, she lifted her head, spying black boots. Sighing, Kagome dragged her gaze up- only to be surprised when Sesshoumaru stooped to her level in a smooth crouch.

Heat flamed pale cheeks into a vibrant red, back pressing against the unrelenting bark. She realised a little belatedly that his armour had been removed. "What are you doing? I told you to leave me alone for a wh-"

"I find it difficult to believe you could care for me," he stated bluntly, face expressionless. Only his eyes gave him away, unable to appear casual.

Her breath caught in her throat, butterflies kicking up a storm within the confines of her stomach. Kagome glanced away. "What makes you say that?"

"You have been unable to look at this one for some time."

Her body stiffened, fingers tightening in her clothes. Ah, she'd been caught. It was true, the whole day she'd had to glance away from him every so often. Looking at him for long periods of time uninterrupted hurt. "I-I can't…"

"Why?"

"B-because," her tone became thin, fingers clutching hard at her legs until her knuckles bled white. "Every time I see your face I just remember it- h-how it looked in death. I can see the red line around your neck where he beheaded you-" Kagome choked on a sob, shuddering. "When I look at your eyes, they're not bright and full of life. They're vacant and glassy. Your mouth is grey, skin pale, and there's so much blood, I can smell it-"

"Enough."

Sesshoumaru's face loomed suddenly close, her chin caught and turned- forcing her to stare into his very real, very bright burning eyes. "That is enough," he said in a softer tone. "I am alive, miko. You made certain of this. Feel."

Taking her hand, the demon pressed her palm against his chest, heedless of the danger. She could easily let out a burst of reiki and wound such a vulnerable part of him, but the Daiyoukai, a peerless predator, left himself open to hurt.

Kagome's breathing hitched, feeling the thud of his heartbeat. It thundered strong and quick beneath her touch. "I'm sorry," she said in a hushed tone. "It must be harder for you- you're the one that died, not me."

"Hn, but I do not remember dying. Only waking to the sounds of crying."

His thumb dragged over her fingers, and Kagome swallowed. "I-I think I know what you can do for me," she murmured.

Making a non-commital noise, he tilted his head questioningly.

"Come here."

Sesshoumaru stared, watching as she shifted her legs down and gestured to her lap. He blinked with vague confusion. Kagome huffed and blushed, touching the side of his head gingerly.

"Lay your head on my lap...please."

The demon lord seemed impressed by her nerve, arching a brow. She remained quietly hopeful until he shifted and indulged her. Leaning down, Sesshoumaru rested his head onto her thighs, the grass warm and cushioning his back.

Warmth flooded Kagome's cheeks, gazing down at him. However, her attention shifted to his neck, and those terrible, piercing memories came flooding back. She could see the severed flesh, Sesshoumaru's body, feel the weight of his head-

Clawed fingers seized her hand, forcing frozen fingers against the warm skin of his throat.

"I am alive," he uttered.

Kagome exhaled, feeling him drag her palm over his neck. She then touched him of her own accord, brushing a free-hand into silky silver tresses.

Sesshoumaru exhaled a warm puff of air, and she felt him swallow beneath her finger-tips.

With each caress and explorative drag of her hand over the handsome plains of the Daiyoukai's face, she no longer remembered that awful day. Instead, her mind re-wired itself, committing the sweep of his nose, the arch of his brow, the high cheekbones, his hard jaw- to memory.

Snowy lashes slid shut and the demon tipped his face slightly into her palm. When soft lips pressed against the heated skin of her wrist, Kagome jolted.

"Y-you're um...letting me take a lot of liberties with you."

"Indeed."

Smiling slightly, she stroked a rich fall of hair away from an elfin ear. "Thank you," she said quietly, reluctantly forcing herself to stop touching him. Greedy fingers curled into her palms. "I feel...a lot better now. I'd say the life debt is paid off now."

Sesshoumaru's honeyed gaze cracked open. "It seems so," he rumbled, unmoving.

Reeling, the miko tried to pluck casual conversation out of thin air, floundering, wondering what to say, before a clawed hand reached- tangling in black hair and tugging.

Kagome squeaked, her neck craning down to follow Sesshoumaru's silent demand. Feeling a soft pressure against her lips, the miko's blood heated. She quietly gasped against his mouth, and he drank in her startled breath, claws lightly scraping her scalp.

Gaining control of herself, she slowly relaxed. Dark lashes fluttered shut, and she returned the kiss, hands carefully framing his face.

"I did not intend to insult you earlier, miko," breathy words escaped into the hairsbreadth of space between them when they parted. "Merely, this one has watched and waited. Before the battle, I did not think such...sentiments would be welcome."

"Why would you ever think that?" she said in a hushed tone, stroking a magenta stripe.

He made a lazy, pleasant noise that sang right down into her toes. "Inuyasha," he muttered, and she immediately understood.

Kagome smiled and gently pressed another kiss to his lips. "We've both moved on. I thought that much would be obvious."

"Hn. Jaken certainly thought so. It was he who suggested that you possessed feelings for me based on what happened on the battlefield. I did not initially agree...but then I became foolish."

"So instead of confessing like me, you repackaged your feelings into an offer of marriage entirely to do with duty," Kagome snorted, tapping his nose. "You know you're surprisingly dense when it comes to romance."

Sesshoumaru frowned and huffed, jaw clenching in a way that bespoke of his agreement. "I am not usually," he rumbled with mild defensiveness. "It seems you have this effect on me, ridiculous miko."

Quietly giggling, Kagome cradled him closer. "Ditto," she hummed. "You know I don't think I'm quite over the whole 'dead Sesshoumaru' thing after all. We'd better keep touching. It's the only surefire way of staving off the horror."

Amused golden eyes flicked upwards in a haughty version of an exasperated eye roll, humming in acceptance to her suggestion. With a tug she easily followed, Sesshoumaru guided her smiling mouth back down to his.

Their sweet and teasing airs did nothing to dispel the lingering memories, however, and it would take many nights awakening in a cold sweat to truly handle them. Still, with each nightmare, the Killing Perfection remained a newfound constant at her side.

When she cried, he would lick her tears away, and the miko would curl into his rich furs, lost to contentment anew within the safety of his arms.

End

#sesskag #sesskag week 2020 #skw2020 #sesshomaru x kagome #inuyasha #Sesshoumaru #Kagome Higurashi

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shortandverynerdy · 3 years

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Prologue. Introduce yourself, Olivia.

The shadows have always spoken to me. Even before my quirk developed.

I had always had a fascination with darkness, how it could hide anything and anyone...hide secrets. How it scared some and for others it was their only source of comfort and peace.

But before we get started on this story, let’s get introduced and get that shit over and done with shall we?

‘The names Olivia...Olivia Akamatsu, nice to meet ya.’

People call me a villain, but that’s not true at all...I’m actually a vigilante, taking the law in my own hands to do good in this stupid world, that’s me.

But people, especially the police and pro hero’s just call us villains with hero complexes, and to that I say

Go fuck yourself!

But enough of this dribble, you wanna read the good stuff, right?. Well here you go!

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The night was cold, but not overbearingly so as a dark figure scanned the nighttime crowds for any activity. It was mostly filled with people just out of work, or people out for a fun time...nothing out of the ordinary, yet.

A sigh of Boredom escaped from the figure of Olivia Akamatsu as she realised it was possibly going to be a slow patrol night...just perfect. perhaps if it was too slow she'd grab some takoyaki from that one place? he always gives it her on the house.

She was so invested in her thoughts of street food that she didn't register the commotion below her at first untill a shrill desperate voice echoed through the darkened ally, causing Olivia's head to turn and snap to attention. rushing to the edge she spotted a boy, clearly still in high school getting hassled by a group of other boys, clearly older and larger then the one they were hassling. Anger boiled inside her stomach as she watched the scene unfold. Taking a few steps back she dissapeared into a shadow, almost as if the thing had swallowed her whole. Only for her to appear on the ground silently opposite the group. The street lights near had alluminated the scene, causing a large shadow to form...perfect.

With a flick of her wrist their shadow had sprung to life and wrapped around the group, who had kicked the boy to the ground. As they yelled Olivia moved her arm, as if she was pulling hard on a invisable rope and sent the group of boys into the nearest bin, the lid closing behind them at the impact. with another flick of her wrist she gave a small laugh

"That'll keep'em outta our hair for a while"

she said to herself as she walked over to the bin, giving it a sharp kick.

kneeling down she picked up a brown leather wallet, before giving a few taps on the plastic she called out to the group

"So ya think it's ok to beat a poor kid down for his wallet, huh, boys?"

the collective groans from the boys inside made the vigilante smile. The type of smile that screamed that she was enjoying the torment.

"What kinda dirtbags prey on innocent highschool kids for their money...Don't you guys have your own cash to spend on pointless shit?"

she stated as she got up and made her way towards the boy. Pushing her small, red tinted sunglasses up her nose.

The boy had since sat up and was holding his nose. He looked at her with wide eyes as she crouched down to meet his gaze

"Hey, kid...this your wallet?"

she asked, her voice taking on a softer tone. When the boy nodded she placed it into his shirt pocket, an eyebrow raised as she noticed he was covering his nose.

"They've probably broken it...Assholes. May i look at it?"

The boy said nothing but took his hands away to reveal a bloody and obviously broken nose.

"Oh shit, kid that looks disgusting"

She told him, barely managing to hide the amusement in her voice

The kid glared at her, which made Olivia clear her throat.

“Sorry, what’s your name?”

The boy looks down before muttering

“Hajime”

Olivia smiles brightly, her eyes seemed to gleam from behind her glasses

“That’s an awesome name...I’m Olivia nice to-“

Her introduction was cut short by the sounds of voices growing closer.

Weather they were pro hero’s or citizens she didn’t want to stay and find out

“Sorry I gotta bounce, Hajime but those guys are gunna come and they’ll get ya fixed, oh and don’t forget to let them know about the kids in the trash, okay bye now”

She called as she ran into the darkness, her ombré hair dancing like flames as it trailed after her. Disappearing as soon as two pro heros showed up.

Night had officially began as Olivia waded her way through the market place.

The stars were bright and clear and the place was brimming with people and that’s how Olivia liked it, she wouldn’t be recognised as easily in the mass of people around her.

“Well, if it isn’t shadow weaver”

The store clerk called with a wave as he saw Olivia’s vibrant hair, which earned a smile from the vigilante when she finally heard that familiar voice.

“Hey not so loud, Nakamura...I’m sorta wanted ya know”

She said in a lightly teasing tone

Nakamura simply laughed

“Oh I bet you are...quiet day of keeping the streets safe?”

He asked in a interested tone as he turned his back to her to begin to make some food.

Olivia leaned an elbow on the counter, flicking her hair out of her face

“You know it, not many people wanna be criminals tonight it seems”

Nakamura nodded at this as the ingredients started to come together to form the familiar shape of Takoyaki

“Or those pesky pros are beating you to the punch”

Olivia sighed as she watched him make the food with rapt attention. She had always enjoyed watching him make the food, almost as much as she loved eating it

“You’re probably right, almost seems weird that I wanted to be one when I was a kid”

Nakamura smiles in a sympathetic type of way as he handed her the freshly boxed takoyaki.

“Well, you’re a hero in my eyes, Liv. Don’t forget that”

He told her with a soft smile, which earned a appreciative smile from the young woman

“Heh, thanks man...I’ll never forget the time you cried during my graduation from that place though”

She teased, taking a bite of the ball and walking away as he called her a ‘little shit’ and yelled that he never cried at her graduation (he did)

Welcoming the breeze as it nipped at her face and fingers as she made her way to survey the area near the place she called home.

Olivia’s place was not what you expected.

It was an old abandoned house on the outskirts of Kamino, practically falling apart and left to crumble, to wither away and rot.

But to Olivia it was home, her place of peace. She made her way up the stairs, tossing the empty container into the bag she called a trash bin and towards the bed, a stolen mattress with a multi coloured patchwork blanket and old pillows, too soft to be comfortable.

Throwing herself on the mattress she took out a cardboard packet out of a draw next to her bed and drew a cigarette. With it between her lips she grabs the lighter from the same draw and lights it.

Letting the lighter fall from her hand she falls on the mattress, smoke spilling from her mouth as the weather came to pull a cruel trick and had rain spill into the hole in the ceiling, dotting Olivia’s face with cold water.

She let the water hit her occasionally putting the cigarette to her lips and taking a long, hard drag. Her stomach beginning to ache.

Not even bothered to look at what she was doing Olivia put the cigarette between her lips and with her now free hand pulled a rope hanging by her bed. Releasing a large plank of wood that covered the hole. This was at the expense of a large portion of the national light but to Olivia didn’t mind.

She went to bed with an empty stomach and dreams about hero’s. how she’d alway be telling a lie when she’d tell people she was ashamed to have wanted to be a hero when she was a kid

Olivia still wanted to be a hero.

#my hero academia #my hero academia fanfiction #my hero academia oc

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tlratik4hh · 4 years

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coffee girl • erik killmonger × reader

dom! Erik sub! Reader

mentions of daddy kink and sex toys

reader is a shy and quiet girl

(Y/N) sweeped the floors if the cafè as the bell on the glass door chimed. She glanced at her watch that she bought off from some guy by the roadside and frowned.

"Hey, we're not opened yet!" she exclaimed in a sweet tone. (Y/N) is a very reserved, shy and sweet girl. And her voice is to die for. The tall man faced her direction and chuckled.

"But it's 8 30 in the morning." He replied. (Y/N) frowned in confusion and glanced at her watch that said 8 and glanced at the man's Frank Mueller that said 8 30. (Y/N) giggled sheepishly.

"Hehe, sorry my bad." (Y/N) took the faulty watch baby blue off and tossed it into the bin. That watch meant alot to her, but she needed a new one anyways.

(Y/N) giggle soften the tall man. He smiled ear to ear and instantly wiped off the stern and cocky look he had on previously.

"So what would you like to have? It'll be on me since i messed up the time just now." (Y/N) bit her lip and laughed. The man shook his head and laughed and said,

"I'll get an iced frappe mocha" his raspy voice made (Y/N)'s fingers quiver as she pressed the tablet to process the man's order.

"Can i have your name please?" (Y/N) grabbed a plastic cup and a marker, smiling.

The man stared at (Y/N) as she smiled, waiting for his name like an idiot. Small face, big brown eyes, small nose, chubby cheeks, thick soft lips. Perfection.

"Hi??? Can i have your name?" She waved vigorously. The man snapped out of his trance.

"Erik. Not with a C but with a K." (Y/N) nodded her head and started preparing Erik's order.

Erik took a seat and observed (Y/N) making his order. She was adorable. He could tell she was naive too. He liked his girls freaky and with a sassy attitude but this girl made me want to change his type. She was hard-working, sweet, beautiful, shy and really nice. His heart started beating fast when she called his name.

"Iced Frappe Mocha for Erik!" Her sweet honey voice called. He walked over to the counter and grab his drink.

"See you next time, Erik!" (Y/N) waved with enthusiasm. Erik laughed at how adorable she was. He knew he had to go back there tomorrow.

It was 8 30 p.m and (Y/N) was at home watching her favourite show, Money Heist. Her eyes were glued to the television and she cooked herself some pasta when her phone rings. She set her plate on the table and picked it up.

"Hi (Y/N), i need you to open earlier tomorrow because a customer is coming in with a lot of orders, open the cafè about... 30 mins earlier. Thanks, bye."

(Y/N) sighed. She was ultimately tired of working at the cafè, but she had no choice. Both her parents died and she needed to pay off her college and tuiton debts alone. And this job paid the best.

After eating the plate of pasta, (Y/N) closed the television, slipped into a huge t shirt and drifted off to sleep.

"Hi welcome to- Erik?"

"Yeah babygirl, whatsup?"

(Y/N) sighed. It was because of Erik that she had to open the cafè early.

"So uhm, what can i get you?"

"Your phone number." Erik smirked, showing his dimples.

No doubt, (Y/N) was about to melt at the sigjt of his dimples and smirking, but she continued to play dumb.

"W-what? Huh?" She stuttered.

"Damn, boo. You cute when you stutter."

(Y/N) blushed profusely. This man really knew his way with girls like her.

"Uhh.. pass me your phone then." Erik handed her his Iphone XR.

"I don't even own an Iphone." (Y/N) chuckled. She took out her Samsung Galaxy Note 5 and started laughing.

"You must be filthy rich, huh? To be paying my manager to ask me to open the cafè earlier." She trailed off as she registered her number in Erik's phone. Erik stared at her while smiling like a fool. He was love-struck.

"So, what can i get you?" (Y/N) said while handing Erik back his phone.

"Nah i'm good." He left the cafè, looking back at (Y/N) and winking. (Y/N) shook her head violently and huffed.

That night, her phone was ringing like crazy. (Y/N) didn't have much friends, so we obviously know who's blowing her phone up.

- call me!

- wyd?

- heyyy

- hello??

- (Y/N) ARE YOU STILL ALIVEE?

"How does he even know my name??" (Y/N) scratched her head. But (Y/N) liked it. She liked Erik texting her. She felt overjoyed. She felt happy. It was her first time talking to a guy, a good-looking, charismatic guy. (Y/N) wondered what Erik saw in her.

- hello I was having dinner haha. Wanna go out someday? :)

- yes. yes (Y/N) what kind of a question is that babygirl?

- uhm how do You know my name??

- its on ur nametag sweetheart.

- gosh ur so adorable and naive it turns me on

(Y/N) squinted her eyes. Turns him on? What was he talking about? He isn't a Nintendo Switch to be turned on, neither was he a Playstation. (Y/N) switched her phone off and prepared herself to go to sleep.

The next day, (Y/N) and Erik planned an outing to the art musuem. (Y/N) wasn't such of a fashionista. She didn't have pretty clothes nor the money to buy them. She often went thrifting or clothes from any cheap shops. She made today no exception. She put on a yellow t shirt with a faded sun print on it with a pair of black leggings and her old pair of yellow and white checkered Vans sneakers that she had for quite a long time. (Y/N) wasn't like the other girls who had 48 closets worth of bags, shoes and clothes. She found it stupid. She only had 1 closet of clothes and she's proud and happy of it.

(Y/N) strictly told Erik that this outing wasn't a date but more of a best friend outing. She wasn't ready yet. She didn't know what to do or what to feel, especially the "turn me on" text.

(Y/N) walked quickly over to where Erik was standing. He had his dreads back, with a fitted black t-shirt on with khaki pants. Such a breath-taking view for (Y/N). Made her wanted to go back home and change into something more nicer.

"Hey" (Y/N) said softly. Her voice was muffled because the wind was too strong and loud. Her hair was all over her face and she tried calling Erik a couple of times.

"Oh hey there." He greeted her with a warm smile and gave her a tight hug. (Y/N) had to tip toe to hug him better. She felt warm and right in his arms. She felt an indescribable spark in her stomach, and she knew Erik felt the same way because his heart was pounding really fast.

They spent around 2 hours in the museum, analaysing each artwork, talking about each other and shared a handful of jokes. (Y/N) started to open up to Erik and (Y/N) learnt that Erik is quite a funny guy. They exited the musuem and found a place to have dinner at.

"I'll have what he's hav-ha-having."

The waitress took their menus and walked away as the both of them just silently looked around the grand restuarant. (Y/N) has never been to a place like this. She was really grateful to be out with Erik. She finally didn't feel lonely anymore.

"Thanks for going out with me, Erik. If it weren't for you, i'll probably be at home, alone."! (Y/N) broke the silence. Erik could see the pain and hurt in those eyes he fell in love with. He grabbed her soft and small hands and carressed them.

"No problem. You made my day, you know? I was really excited to go out with you today. That's how much you mean to me." He smiled, showing his charming dimples.

They spent the rest of the time eating and chatting, both of them were sad when they had to depart.

"Um... wanna hang out next Saturday? I'll pick you up." Erik suggested nervously. (Y/N)'s eyes glistened with joy. She nodded her head.

"Yes! Yes! YESSSS!!!" She squelead excitedly, covering her mouth after that. Erik chuckled at her adorable act.

"See you!"

"See you, babygirl."

The next saturday, (Y/N) had a floral dress and the same faded sneakers on so Erik took her shopping.

"You didn't have to Erik.. i feel really bad." (Y/N) said, guilt-stricken.

"Nah it's all good." He said as he helped (Y/N) carry the bag of clothes he had got her.

"Um, you know.. you're the only friend i had in my whole life, infact, first guy friend. I'm sorry if i'm awkward around you.. i just don't know what to do." (Y/N) said, not making eye contact.

"For real? You ain't got no friends for your whole life?" Erik looked at (Y/N) with sympathy. This made Erik pity (Y/N) more.

"Yea. People said i was awkward, ugly, nerdy, poor, parentless and smelly." (Y/N) spat, at the verge of crying. Erik rubbed her shoulder.

"Let's go back to my place."

Erik's house was more like a palace. Huge and spacious. She sat on his couch.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have cried like a baby." (Y/N) said, "But it just hurts me so much." She added. Erik nodded his head. He sat beside (Y/N) and handed her a cup of hot chocolate. She slowly sipped it.

"What do you see in me anyways? Like, I'm not pretty, tall, smart, rich, 'boujee' or talkative." (Y/N) looked down.

"Exactly." Erik said.

"What?" (Y/N) said, confused.

"You're not like the others and i mean it. You're a really sweet girl and you're really kind." He added. (Y/N) blushed. She stared at Erik's fat lips and bit hers.

"K-kiss me please."

And with that, they made out for 6 minutes.

"D-damn.. i- i uh, damn fuck my already!" (Y/N) sighed impatiently. Erik laughed.

"Yes Ma'am. You sure dat pussy ready tho?" (Y/N) kept quiet and undressed and laid on the bed. Erik's mouthed widened at the sight of (Y/N)'s body.

"Dat pussy phat and wet for me.." He dived in and ate her out like craaaaazzyyyy.

First, he sucked on her clit, which made her moan uncontrollably, then he wrote the alphabets with his tongue, and made her sing ABCs, but she couldn't, because his tongue game was strong as fuck, then he drew circles and gave her clit sloppy kisses which drove her mad. She squirted like a damn water faucet.

"Damn, just like that and you cumming? This gon be exciting."

Erik walked out of the room and got his vibrator and his handcuffs and returned as fast as lightning.

"Babygirl, you don't know what ya dealing wit'" Erik said with his raspy voice as he handcuffed (Y/N)'s hands to the edge of the bedframe.

(Y/N) whimpered even before Erik switched the vibrator on. The vibrator was pink and had small bumps. Erik put the vibrator on (Y/N)'s phat pussy on high speed. (Y/N) started screaming a string of vulgarities.

"I've never heard you curse this much, babygirl"

"FuCKKKKK ERIKKKK WHAT ARE YOU-MGHHMMMMM NGHHHHHH AHHHHHHHH FUCK FUCK FUCKKK- DOINGGGGGGGG" She screamed. Erik bursted into a huge laugh which made (Y/N)'s pussy wetter.

"You the one who was hungry for this shit, so you take it. I warned you earlier. But you were the one saying, 'Fuck me alreaddyyy'. " He teased. Erik switched the vibrator off and (Y/N) got up.

Erik started taking his clothes off and (Y/N) saw his huge member.

"That's- can- oh my god. Can that fit? That's more than 8 inches!" Erik grabbed (Y/N)'s hair and motioned her to suck his dick.

"You kinda sucked just now, to repay for that, you're going to have to suck this big dick." (Y/N) gulped at the sight of Erik's dick. Part of her regretted this and part of her did not. She started taking his member but then came to a stop.

"I- i don't know how to- suck a dick." (Y/N) admitted. Erik forced her mouth open and put his dick in her mouth. She gagged at first but got the hang of it. She sucked on it, kissed it, worshipped it like her life depended on it.

"Damn, i'm about to cum." Erik said sexily. His dick throbbed and he busted a nut. (Y/N) managed to tasted a little, it tasted like blueberries.

"Nah, you don't get to swallow dat cus you were shit just now. Get on the bed now." Erik demanded.

"Yes daddy." (Y/N) slowly laid on the bed as Erik rubbed the tip of his dick and entered her pussy.

"NNNGGGGHHHHH FUCKKKK!!!"

"AHHHHHHHHHHH DADDDDDDYYY"

"FUCKKKKK THIS FEELS SO GOOD"

Erik grunted because her pussy was so tight. He thought she was lying about being a virgin.

"Damn yo pussy tight, fat and warm. I think i'm about to cum."

"Yeah, take all of dat big dick, you slut. Take all of it!"

8 minutes later, they both collapsed on the bed naked. Erik got up and placed himself between (Y/N)'s thighs. (Y/N) was too tired to get up, they have been fucking for 4 rounds straight. Counting this, will be 5.

Erik starts eating (Y/N) again. He moans while he eats her swollen pussy out.

"Shit taste so sweet, like dat iced frappe mocha baby."

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buckmecaptain · 4 years

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Violence

(Image is not mine)

Pairing: None, really. F!Reader/OC flirts hard with all 3 men

Word Count: 2168

Summary: After a weapons-smuggling bust involving Hydra, Captain America, The Falcon, and the Winter Soldier chase down the last few bad guys and run into a quirky and rough SHIELD agent whom Bucky has yet to meet. (Cap and Sam have known her for a while)

Warnings: Mentions of weapons, heavy flirting, physical violence and dead bodies. Nothing too descriptive or explicit.

A/N: This is my first fic posted here on Tumblr, and it is in response to a prompt from @stars-inthe-sky who gave me permission to use the prompt/incorrect quote they posted and said they would like to read the fic. Thank you for giving me the inspiration and a bit of a push to write this! <3

SO... I got some anon hate over the "sexual chocolate" line in dialogue between 46 and Sam. It is a reference to one of my favorite movies, which is also the very favorite movie of my dear, dear friend Dashawn- "Coming to America". He adores iced mocha, as well ( calls it his sexual chocolate) and absolutely has the hots for Anthony Mackie. :D That was my little nod to my friend

It was all over but the clean up work. A huge alien tech weapons bust had been made in Midtown Manhattan, the contraband confiscated and most of the criminals -a Hydra splinter cell- apprehended. Time to chase down the stragglers. That task was up to the three-man team of Captain America, the Falcon, and the Winter Soldier.

"Team Cap, head over to fifty-third off Jackson," Sam called out over the comms, "Redwing spotted the last seven hostiles near Schein And Lobell's attorney's office. Headed that way now."

Steve swore under his breath and gestured at Bucky to follow him. "Repeat, Sam. You said Schein and Lobell's?"

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Better move it," the Falcon confirmed as he soared overhead.

"C'mon, Buck, gotta hurry," Steve urged.

Puzzled at his friend's burst of urgency, Bucky nodded and turned to follow. "What would Hydra want with a lawyer's office?"

"It's not the lawyers they're after, pal. It's a couple of doors down that concerns me, and we need them alive for questioning," came the terse reply.

Shrugging, Bucky picked up his pace, and within moments both soldiers rounded the corner of Fifty-third Avenue. Steve came to a sudden stop, almost causing his teammate to crash into him from behind just as the Falcon dropped down beside them.

"What the hell?" Bucky drew his pistol as they surveyed the scene before them: Five Hydra operatives in black tactical gear were lying on the street, unmoving. He approached and nudged them one by one with the toe of his boot.

"Dead. One shot each. Sniper's accuracy," he ascertained.

The Captain immediately whirled around, scanning the rooftops for shooters. "You see anyone above as you were flying in, Sam?"

"Nah, man. Complete silence. It's Forty-six. This... this could be bad, Cap. Seven is not a small number when we're talking about trained Hydra agents." he warned, gazing at the shop in front of which the agents were lying. Kitty's Sweets.

"Oh boy," Steve exhaled loudly, hanging his head. "Get ready." He squared his shoulders and faced the shop, Sam shaking his head and grinning at his side.

Bucky readied himself and his weapon. Just as he opened his mouth to acknowledge the order, the huge plate glass window of the shopfront exploded outward, slivers spraying in all directions, followed by the body of another Hydra operative.

Captain America led the charge, shield raised, and the three Avengers burst into the bakery. As expected, the interior of the once adorable sweet shop was a mess; pastel-painted tables and chairs broken and scattered all over the dining space, cash register and displays overturned, glass and bits of baked goods and blood splattered everywhere.

In the midst of the chaos was a strong, curvy woman in an adorable lavender and baby pink striped retro waitress uniform - short and ruffled, complete with an apron- standing over the seventh Hydra agent, her right hand fisted in his tactical vest and the left landing backhand after backhand.

She. Was. Pissed.

"Do you have ANY idea," she snarled, "how long it took me to decorate six dozen gourmet cupcakes?" SLAP! "It takes patience!" SLAP. "Talent!" SLAP. "Energy! "SLAP. "Did I mention talent?" SLAP SLAP. "And YOU, you fucker.... you busted in here and tried to stab me." SLAP. "Then your clumsy ass slammed into the case and smashed' SLAP "them" SLAP "ALL!"

Seething, chest heaving with, she swung her right arm behind her, forefinger raised in a "Be right with you" gesture toward the three Avengers, then dropped hard onto one knee on the agent's crotch. As he gasped and cried out from the pain, she landed a hard punch to his nose. Smirking at the sound of crunching bone, she stood and turned to face the newcomers.

"Okay, fellahs. This one is still in decent enough shape to take in for questioning."

Bucky, mouth agape, muttered to no one in particular, "God, I love that in a woman."

Sam side-eyed him and smirked. "What, Passion?"

The long-haired soldier shook his head. "Violence."

Steve stepped toward her and nodded. "Agent Forty-six, always a pleasure."

Forty-six chuckled and smoothed back her wildly disheveled hair. Generous cupid's bow lips turned up and her lashes fluttered coquettishly. "It could be a pleasure. I mean, I've offered but you never take me up on it."

Steve blushed and cleared his throat. "Wanna fill us in on the details?" he deflected, gesturing to the last intact table in the shop, eyes looking anywhere but at her.

"Sure thing, Cap. Might as well feed y'all while I'm at it. There's still a bunch of pastries that didn't get ruined. Afraid I only have iced coffee though. Fuc--- uh, jerks broke the coffee pot and espresso machine. What'll you boys have?" She rattled on as she busied herself with washing her hands, back to business as if she hadn't just bested seven Hydra operatives without suffering so much as a scratch.

"Big ol' iced mocha. Dark and super sweet, just like me," Sam called out with a grin.

Forty-six laughed. "Sammy, you know in my head I call that drink 'Sexual Chocolate'."

Sam guffawed. “Hey, babygirl, we’ve gotta get together and watch that movie again!” He received an enthusiastic nod and an "It's a date!" in reply.

Bucky's eyes went saucer-wide and Steve facepalmed at the nickname.

"Iced Americano for you, mon Capitan? And you, Mr. Hotness-who-has-not-been-introduced-to-me-yet, what would you like?" As she offered, she turned to face the men and Bucky got his first real look at Agent Forty-six. Even with her hair a mess and makeup smeared, he was instantly smitten, causing him to lose the ability to speak when he locked eyes with her.

"Aw, kitty cat got your tongue, handsome?" she teased, "How about a large iced, extra creamy, lots of sugar, whipped cream with caramel drizzled all over the top? Sticky sweet and it'll keep you awake for hours," she offered with a wide-eyed innocent smile.

Bucky swallowed hard and nodded.

"Yep, that's exactly what Frosty needs. Been ages since he had something sweet," Sam confirmed, fighting back laughter.

Steve glared at Same, then lay his head on the table and groaned. "For the love of Pete, Forty-six. Why are you like this?"

She rounded the counter with two trays piled impossibly high with food and drinks. As she placed the trays onto the table, she reached down and ruffled Steve's hair.

"Well, Captain," she began in a throaty, sultry voice, "I've offered to be any way you want me, so it's your fault. I'm just waiting for your...command." She winked at Sam and Bucky and took a seat.

After a quick briefing on the altercation with Hydra, Forty-six pushed her chair back and regarded Bucky thoughtfully. "So..." she began, leaning back and stretching tired muscles, “James Barnes, yeah? Winter Soldier, now Fist of the Avengers, super soldier, metal arm, best friend of Captain America?"

He found his voice long enough to reply with a quiet "yeah."

"Nice," she grinned, "So is there some sort of restriction in place to join the team? 'You must be this hot to enter', or what? 'The Earth's Panty-droppingest Heroes? Jeezus-please us, Fury cornered the market on-"

"Forty-six, please," Steve interrupted. He sighed and rubbed his temples before continuing. "Yes, this is James Barnes – Bucky, to his friends- and yes he is an active team member now. No, there is no restriction. You know that wouldn't be allowed, especially in this day and age."

She whistled. "Look at you, all PC and stuff. Honey, I was just yankin' your chain. You know me. I'll have all the required forms submitted before nine tonight, don't worry. I'm a capable agent, despite how I might sound." She stood and pushed the chair back into place. "Great seeing you guys again. Bucky, it's a pleasure to meet you. I know you'll be a strong addition to the team." She graced him with a tight but genuine smile and moved to the stock room to check for supplies to board up the window.

Bucky regained his voice and senses after she left. "That's some dame. She always like that?"

"Like what, flirty?" Sam grinned. "Yeah, she's got a mouth on her, she's like Tony in that way, but she's more than capable. Nearly unstoppable in the field. I've seen her accomplish some extraordinary feats, and if you need a marksman she's your woman."

Steve hummed in agreement. "Yes, but she's got a quick temper, and that gets her saddled with the lower-end assignments. Highest kill-count in SHIELD history... as you can probably tell by the bodies outside. That makes her dangerous and a liability."

"Cap, she's more than competent and loyal to a fault," Sam reasoned. "I'd be just as happy for her to have my back as one of you guys. Give her a shot, man."

Heaving a defeated sigh, Steve stood. "You're right. I'll go talk to her."

Sam nodded. "Good call." Turning to Bucky, he smiled slyly and offered, "She's also single, Barnes. Very available. And in case you didn't notice, she's hot."

The soldier coughed and took a long drink of his iced coffee concoction.

Forty-six's rummaging around was interrupted by a throat clearing behind her. Not bothering to turn around, she called over her shoulder, "I hope y'all will take home a couple of big boxes. The baked goods will go stale and I hate for them to waste."

"I'm sorry."

She turned to see Steve wringing his hands, a penitent expression on his perfect face, his shoulders hunched and .drawn in. It made the formidable Captain America look smaller and somehow quite vulnerable.

"I'm sorry I ran out of patience with you, Forty-six. I'm still trying to balance duty and professionalism with basic... human instinct, I guess." He hung his head and shifted from foot to foot. "I'm not judging you for the things you say. I just can't process them quickly enough. I respect you, very much," he paused and took a deep breath before exhaling slowly, controlled. "Sometimes it's difficult to reconcile that respect with bawdy language and sexual innuendo."

As he stared at the floor and the tips of his ears turned bright pink, Forty-six smiled softly. Heart melting for the Captain, she approached him and lifted his chin with a forefinger, searching his eyes with her own. "You're a good man, Steve Rogers. I appreciate you." She placed a gentle kiss on his cheek, then turned back to

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her task, missing the goofy grin on Steve's face.

He helped her carry the plywood to the front of the shop and the four made short work of boarding the shattered window as SHIELD agents removed the subdued Hydra operative.

"Well, that's that," she frowned as she dusted off her hands. "Y'all want to take the boxed goods with you now, or do you want me to have them delivered to the tower?"

"Yes to all!" Sam cheered. "You could just come back with us and crash there for a while. I'm sure the team would love to see you."

Forty-six turned and entered the shop, muttering "Sure, sure they would."

Bucky shot Sam and Steve a look, to which Steve responded with a mouthed "tell you later."

A few minutes later, the four piled themselves and multiple boxes of baked goods into Forty-six's Jeep and were on their way to Avengers Tower. Sam reached over the seat and tugged her ridiculously cute uniform sleeve. "You are keeping the outfit though, right?" He winked at her in the rearview mirror.

She chuckled. "Nah, I don't think these are my colors. Besides, it makes my ass look fat. I've gotta say, I'm looking forward to not having to get up at four in the morning to bake. Another shi- er, crummy gig in the books. Wonder where Fury will send me next?" She pulled over in front of the Tower entrance and turned to grin at the guys. "Home sweet home! See y'all the next time I have to beat some ass. Tell Tony I said 'hey', and nice to meet you, James."

The heroes said their goodbyes and made their way inside.

In the elevator, Sam broke the silence. "Well, as run-ins with Forty-six go, that one was incredibly mild."

Bucky snorted.

"I'm serious! The last time, there was a two-block wide explosion, a half-ton of gummy bears, and an ostrich. Then just when we thought the roof was gonna collapse on-" Sam was interrupted by the elevator doors opening to reveal an agitated Tony Stark.

"I see bakery boxes. Many bakery boxes," he gestured toward them with a wagging forefinger. "What I do not see is coffee, and what else I do not see is my favorite baker. You three had the audacity not to bring Forty-six up here to visit her favorite genius?" He stomped toward the common area as he ranted.

Sam and Steve chuckled as they dropped off the boxes of baked goods, then toward their rooms for showers, Bucky following suit, still puzzling over earlier events.

"Wait!” he shouted, "What happened to the gummy bears and the ostrich?"

There we go. My first, very mild (in all ways) submission to Tumblr. Anxiety is going to eat my face now.

#cap sam and bucky are good bros bamf oc/reader bakery but not a bakery au not really canon compliant mostly fluff #I screwed up the tags omg

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luxuryglitterhoe · 5 years

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Work Hours

Hi! This is my first writing piece I've ever posted on Tumblr so I hope you guys enjoy! Also, 18+ please this is kinda smutty! And it's heavy on the non con so please beware!

'It's been a long day,' you thought. You entered the break room without a second thought. The office was in a whirlwind today, and you missed her first break. You unbuttoned the first three buttons on your dress shirt and relaxed on the couch. Your eyes closed briefly until the door opened. It's only your boss. You relaxed when you saw that it was him. The worn out couch is barely comfortable and hurts her back. Hundreds of employees probably sat on that couch. You were just about to say something to him when he sat down.

Your heart started to beat faster from the close proximity. You had a crush on him forever. You had only had minimal conversations, before about work. Sometimes, when you were lucky you would get to have longer conversations about nothing in particular. You hoped tonight is one of those nights.

"Hey!"

Duncan blinked at greeting. The word seeming to break him out of a trance. He was so close to you that he could smell the remnants of the sweet tea you were drinking on her breath. He could see in great detail the subtle purple eyeliner coating a small portion of her eyelid that he was sure against office policy.

He shook as he stood and clicked the lock on the door in place. You were confused as you watched him do it. Your bottom lip poked out in confusion.

“Mr. Shepherd? What are you doing?"

He didn't reply, but took a step closer to where you were seated. You stood by the ratty old couch and eyed him nervously. He could see your eyes darting to the door while your flight or fight instincts started to kick in. You were trying to think of an escape route, he realized.

"I have to be back out there in 15 minutes."

Your voice shook while you tried to push past him. He grabbed you by your shoulders. His fingertips digging into the silk material of your shirt. Your lips opened to make some sound, any sound, but nothing came out. He pushed you into the wall with no concern of anyone hearing. Your back arched and you tried to pull yourself out of his grasp. A hand tangled into your hair and he covered your mouth with your hand. He could hear you whimpering. When he thinks back on the encounter he could probably hear you pleading from up under his hand.

"Fuck, you're so pretty."

His free hand drew a pattern down from your covered lips to the unbuttoned shirt. The shirt swallowed up your body. The tits that he was so used to seeing were modestly covered, and he was starting to hate dress code that he had created. He pulled down the shirt even more and saw a nude bra. You squirmed in his hold, but he knew that you wouldn't be able to get away.

You were weak and could barely hold a door open. He could feel her hands pressing, pushing against him. The sting of her fingernails cutting into his skin didn’t register. He'd feel them that night when he was laying in bed, but he was too lost to notice it then. He was in the zone and only thinking about the overwhelming around of arousal he was feeling.

He stared at you while he maneuvered the soft material of your bra down. Your nipples were almost always hard. He remembered that from watching you prance around the office. Your nipples straining against whatever you were wearing had always caught his attention. You had always caught his attention. His thumb brushed over the hardened nub and he could feel you try to push away from him. The back of your head hit the wall and your eyes fluttered shut.

He thought about what he could do to you if he had the time. If you were in a relationship. He kissed your forehead, before bending down and licking at your nipples. You were shaking in his arms and he felt hot tears splashing against his hand. He should feel disgusted with himself, but he doesn't. He had heard from the grapevine that you thought he was cute. That you would fuck him if given the chance. This was supposed to happen, he theorized. This was going to happen regardless.

He pulls on the pencil skirt you had on until it eventually fell under his strength. You had on a pair of black panties with stars on them. They fit you perfectly, because you were a star in his world. One that he wanted to obtain, own, and drain all of the love out of you until you only loved him. Your skirt was thrown somewhere in the small room and his legs forced their way between yours. You were sobbing openly now. Your muffled cries were only turning him on more. He grinded his hard dick against you. His hands shook with anticipation. His button and zipper are undone within seconds. They only had about twelve minutes before you were due back at your desk..

He pushed your panties to the side and adjusted your hips. His hand disappeared into his pants to pull out his cock. You were struggling even more now, trying to delay the inevitable. His hand covered your pussy for a split second. He smirked at the wetness coat his hand. He gathered up more of the slick spilling from your dripping pussy, before wrapping his hand around his dick. He didn't want to hurt you even though you might think he does. His dick slid in with no resistance and he was startled by how you were made for him.

You were louder than you was before.

"Shut up before somebody hears you."

You can't stop the whimpering and the moaning from slipping out of your mouth. His fingers slipped from your mouth and he scrambled to covers it again. You were letting out high pitched moans and he so desperately wanted to hear you moan for him. To hear you call out his name.

A strangled groan escaped his parted lips as he settled into you. You were so tight and wet he could barely control himself.

He balanced himself on the wall and tried to breathe. It's never been like this with anyone else.

He almost came from just being in you. He's pressed himself so tightly against you that he doesn't know where he ends and you begins. He can feel your grey heels digging into his hips as he finally found a rhythm. Your mouth fell open and your tongue brushed around his hand. Your pussy seems to tighten around him everytime he moves and he's so lost in the sensation. He feels a spark of fire ignite in himself. You're like gasoline, he realized, as his head fell on your shoulder. You're holding onto him for dear life. Your fingers wrapped tightly in his hair and you pulled on it. He bit his lip to hold in his moans. Your body seized around him, your pussy started to spasm around him and with a choked cry he cums. You winced as you felt his cum coat your inner walls. He collapsed against you and nothing but gasping can be heard from the tiny room. He finally pulled himself together enough to pull out of you.

His cum and your cum mixes together and coats your thighs. You were already feeling sore as you reached for your skirt and turned away from him.

You were rubbing your eyes and adjusting your clothes when he stopped you. He kissed you for the first time during this whole encounter and thought that maybe you could be something. You left the room with a weak and shaking left with your head hung low. You wondered if any of your coworkers had heard you and what would they think. Would they think that you were fucking the boss for a promotion?

You helping a coworker with their computer and you can feel him staring at you from his office. You shuddered and went back to your own desk. Duncan made sure to leave at same time as you and he joined you while you walked out to the office. Silence is so loud sometimes and it hangs over them. He turned to you and laced your fingers with his. You didn't pull away and you looked up at him with those big eyes that could make any man beg. He tightened his fingers around yours and you squeezed back. Maybe...just maybe they could work out.

“You know you owe me dinner right, Mr. Shepherd?”

“After that? I'd do anything for you, Mrs. Shepherd.”

“I can't believe I just let you fucked me in your office. If someone heard, Duncan, this is all of your fault.”

He rolled his eyes and held the car door open for you. Your wedding ring sparkled in the direct light of the sun.

“I love you, baby.”

I'm tagging @michael-langdon-appreciation because if it wasn't for her this wouldn't have been posted

I hope you all enjoyed it and maybe I'll post the rest I have saved up if it gets a good response. Thank you for reading!

#duncan shepherd #duncan shepherdxreader #house of cards #i'm bad at tags #rip #michael langdon x reader #jim mason x reader

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regencylady1810 · 5 years

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Everything I Desire

Info: Desire and Decorum FanFicition. Mary the MC commits to a decision to be with Ernest. (Note I named My MC Mary as it wasn't known her mother was called that. Also Lady Grandmother hasn't changed her mind about the Duke) This takes place the morning after the announcement of the engagement to the Duke.

Note: characters belong to PB

"Ernest!" Mary cried as she saw him by the fence at the entrance to Hyde Park. "Mr Chambers, he gave me a letter from you. I came immediately. Though I did have to avoid Lady Grandmother and you know who."

"I hope you are fine. Yes. I had something to discuss. I didn't sleep for a minute last night for thinking of it." Ernest replied. She was about to ask but still hadn't caught her breath. "You ran all the way here didn't you?" he asked stepping closer to her.

"Of course. I'd run across the world if it meant getting to you. Ernest, please. Tell me. What's going on in that glorious head of yours?" Mary smiled and drew her fingers through his thick and luscious locks.

"I have thought about it long and hard. I may have Ledford. £7000 a year. But that is nothing. Nothing compared to you. I would give all that up. It doesn't make me happy. But you do, more than happy. So happy the greatest poets could not put it into words. I would give it up in less than a heartbeat, no regrets. If it meant we'd be together. If it freed you." he whispered. Worried someone, somewhere could be listening in. She stood on her toes and held his cheeks unable to stop smiling.

"What are you saying?" she pressed knowing he had not got to the main point.

He gave her a gentle kiss before speaking and looking deep into her eyes. "I am saying, if it is what you want, to run away with me. Will you start a new life with me? We could go to Grovenshire. Wherever you want. Further afield if you wish. This is the best way. Going against the Duke will put you in danger. And there's no certainity of success. I will do anything I can to prevent that fate. " He whispered.

She kissed him more passionately. Hugging him and he lifted her off the ground as she tightened her grip on him.

"Yes. I'd love to start a life with you. We shall be married. Maybe we could go there. But maybe we should travel around until we find our place. The place that feels just right. I shall become a seamstress, perhaps you could be a farmer or a baker? What about a teacher? You'd make a wonderful teacher." Mary smiled. "And we will have our own family. It seems perfect. Simple and perfect. I don't need wealth or status. But I do need love and happiness. And that'll be with you by my side." Mary looked into his beautiful blue eyes as she continued to smile.

"You have been thinking about this." Ernest commented. "It seems insane what we are doing. But that just seems to make it seem all the more right. And a family you say?" Ernest whispered.

"Do you not want children?"Mary asked.

"I do...it is just...what happened to Roselyn. It is just the risk. It frightens me. The thought of losing you scares me to death." Ernest said. She could see a glassy glint to his eyes. He was on the verge of crying.

"You will not lose me that easily. We shall have at least two children. And we shall grow old together. We shall live a long and happy life together. And we will live together in the next world for all eternity. The connection, the love that we share. Nothing can tear that apart. It's immortal. It's powerful." Mary whispered.

"Perhaps you should be a writer. You have such a way with words." Ernest said.

"Perhaps we both should. Ernest and Mary Sinclaire- the famous novelists and poets. You have a talent for words Ernest." Mary smiled.

"Tell me. Have you already named our children?" Ernest smiled. Mary giggled.

"I have options certainly. For a boy, Vincent after my dear father, Ernest after the God who stands before me. Barty, for you can not deny that Mr Chambers has played such a vital role in the coming together of our love? For a girl, Lydia after your mother. Georgiana for I have always wanted a daughter called that or perhaps Wilhelmina after my favourite doll from my childhood."

"I love them all. You are the most wonderful person on this earth. And I adore what you have planned out." Ernest smiled.

They walked several times around the park, planning the future and how they were going to do it. After several laps of slow walking they knew they had to return to make the final arrangements. Tomorrow they'd leave behind the life they were living and start a new one. A better one.

Mary returned to the townhouse. Her heart fluttering.

"That's the "I've kissed Mr Sinclaire" face." Brair smirked and giggled.

"Excuse me?" Mary said out the surprise thinking she was alone.

"The expression. It's the expression that screams you and Mr Sinclaire have spend some very special moments together." Brair smirked. "So...details!?"

Mary took a deep breath. "I'm leaving. With Mr Sinclaire. Tomorrow."

"Oh right." Brair said. What Mary said not registering immediatly. "Wait. Did you say leaving? You're running away together?" her face shocked.

"Yes. I have to. There's no guarantee I can beat the Duke. We all know the Duke is dangerous. God knows what he'd do. We have to run. Start a new life in a little village. Far from Edgewater." Mary replied.

"This is what you want?"

"More than anything. Though. I can't deny the fact I shall miss you." Mary replied. Tears threatening to spill.

"Nonsense. You'll be too busy being happy with your husband and new life to do something like missing me." Brair replied.

"I promise I will write and let you know where we end up. And perhaps...maybe with me gone. You can get closer to a certain Mr Malcaster." Mary teased.

Brair giggled. "What shall this mean for Edgewater?" she said her tone more serious. "And for Ledford?"

"I don't know...but if I am honest I don't care anymore. Mr Sinclaire cares not for Ledford if we are not able to be together. To me....being happy is what matters. Not large houses and masses of land. But lobe and happiness."

"That's right. Of course that's what matters. Oh come here." Brair said embracing her in a hug.

That night she packed some essentials. She looked out the window up at the stars and moons.

"Hello mama. Hello father. I hope you're together again. I hope you are happy just as you deserved in life. Father....i know you wanted me to have Edgewater. But Grandmother, she's got me engaged to Duke Richards. And you know of my love for Mr Sinclaire. Father...please give me a sign...a sign that it will not hurt you or cause you to be disappointed in me for me to run away and not have Edgewater. Give me a sign...a sign you are still here and support me and Mr Sinclaire." She whispered. She stared out the window watching the world go by. "I love you both mama and father. I miss you so much. Oh mama how I wish you could have met him. Though do you approve of him from what you have seen of him? He is just like the heroes of all the stories you told me. Remember I said someday I wanted to love someone just like those heroes? Seems I got my wish! Do you approve of him as your son in law? I love you. I love you mama."

Tiredness overcame her and she remained asleep until dawn to the sound of a robins song. A robin was right outside her window on the sill. Mary lifted the window open and held her hand out another robin flew over and began grooming the other before both robins jumped on her hand and continued to happily sing their sweet song.

"Mama? Father? Is this your sign?" Mary whispered. "You do not disapprove of our choice?"

The robins chriped a simple sound. Mary smiled. This was the sign she needed. Her parents were together. And they supported her choice."

One of the robins flew off her hand and towards her trunk she opened it and it continued to chirp. She took all dresses out and brushed her hand against the surface. The decorative paper was loose and something was under there. She pulled off the paper and saw a simple sheet of paper a letter.

She opened it up and began reading it.

My Dearest Mary

My heart is overjoyed to know that you are in love with a gentleman such as Mr Sinclaire. He is a good man and I am certain you will be happy together. I write this to let you know that should anything unprecedented occur, that more than anything I want you to be happy. I would rather see you happy and not have Edgewater than be miserable and have it. I want you to have everything your mother and I never had...a life together filled with happiness and love. Remember this my beloved daughter. You are the greatest thing in my life and all I want is your happiness. So I ask this of you. Do what makes you happy. You shall never disappoint me if you do that. If you ever need reminding of that, your mother and I will find a way to remind you. Have a wonderful life with Mr Sinclaire. Love each other.

I love you.

From Father.

Tears spilled from her eyes and sobs escaped her lips. The robins brushed against her hand.

"Thank you. Thank you." She whispered. The robins sang one more time before they flew out of the window together where she continued to look long after they were out of sight.

She repacked her trunk feeling lighter and happier. Brair and Mary carried it down the stairs to the shock of Mary's grandmother.

"My dear Mary. Whatever are you doing?" her grandmother asked.

"Doing what father wants me to do. I'm going to be happy. I'm leaving. I'm marrying my true love Mr Sinclaire. We are leaving this life behind." Mary replied.

"Your father wanted you to have Edgewater. And you are marrying Duke Richards. What's Mr Sinclaire compared to him?" Grandmother stated.

"You're wrong. Father wanted me to be happy more than anything. He wants me to do this. And Mr Sinclaire you ask? What is he compared to Duke Richards? He is a man of kindness, a true gentleman. He doesn't look down on anyone. He is not arrogant. He is not dangerous. He is genuine. He is charitable. He is everything the Duke isn't. He is what all men should be. He is my soul mate."

"Soulmates do not exist. Duke Richards is a good match. He earns more and has more power. Should you and Mr Sinclaire leave your lives behind you will have nothing."

Mary was fuming. But remained calm and collected. "On the contrary. With Mr Sinclaire as my husband I shall have everything in world that I desire. I care not for money not power. It seems I have learnt that lesson in my 20 years that you have not learnt in your long years. That you have not learnt from the suffering of my father. The lesson being that you don't need mass wealth of power to be happy. But you do need people, people that you love. So no grandmother. I shall not have nothing. I will have everything. And if you have a shred of respect for me. You will let me do this." Mary said. Her grandmother shocked into silence. "Goodbye grandmother. I know not when or even if we shall see each other again. But perhaps I will write to let you know we have settled in safely."

Mary and Brair picked up the trunk and walked outside to where Mr Sinclaire was waiting with his carriage. He took the trunk from them and placed it on the carriage.

Brair and Mary said their goodbyes and Mr Sinclaire took Mary's hand to help her into the carriage before climbing in himself. They leaned out the window waving to Brair as the carriage took off. When they could no longer see her they sat back.

"Are you ready for the future Mrs Sinclaire to be?" Ernest asked.

"You know I am Mr Sinclaire. I already have it all planned out." Mary smiled as she kissed him.

There was not a trace of regret, nerves or doubts in them. Only excitement and pure happiness.

#desireanddecorum #desire and decorum #pb choices #ernest sinclaire #ernest x mc #mr sinclaire #mr sinclaire x mc #pb choices desire and decorum #desire and decorum book 1 #desire and decorum book 2 #pb choices fanfic #desire and decorum fanfic

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Branch’s Perspective - Ch 7

Branch's Perspective

Description: The Original Trolls Story from Branch's Perspective as he battles with his feelings for Poppy and struggles with his lifelong depression over losing everyone he loved and held dear. A few extra scenes have been thrown in to help better understand everyone's favorite grumpy grey toll. A Broppy FanFic.

Disclaimer: I do not own Trolls or the plot, it belongs to Dreamworks Productions

Chapter Seven

Poppy and her friends were able to complete Bridget's transformation fairly quickly. Branch had agreed to help, but hadn't necessarily contributed anything yet. He made himself comfortable atop the scullery maid's head but did not include his hair with the others. He simply sat down close to the troll princess and couldn't help but glance at her from time to time while she danced. He was careful not to let her entrance him, he could gaze at her all day, but he didn't want to rise any suspicion while they were surrounded by her friends so he remained poker faced, and tried not to get annoyed while she sang and danced with the Snack Pack.

The group ventured out into Bergen Town, and Bridget was catching everyone's eye. Branch had to give her credit for overcoming her nerves by ignoring most of the stares she received and continued on with her search for King Gristle, he was never one to feel comfortable in the public eye and probably would have retreated back to the comforts of his own home by now had he been in her shoes. But… having just opened up about his past to everyone, he was starting to think that maybe… having friends and enjoying company even if it caused a judgmental eye, wasn't so bad after all.

"Oh he's so beautiful." He heard the bergen gush and realized that she had been able to locate the King's whereabouts fairly quickly. Branch glanced through the colorful troll hair and peered into the window only to cringe immediately the moment he saw the bergen king. His confidence wavered a bit as he looked upon King Gristle shopping for a bib in preparation for this dreadful holiday he had hoped he would never have to experience ever again. Why… why couldn't they have run away and escaped when they had the chance?

"And so are you." Poppy complimented the scullery maid; unfortunately her compliment didn't seem to have the effect she hoped it would have.

"Ohh, he'll know I'm just a scullery maid!" Bridget worried, almost acting as if she were about to bolt back to the castle.

"No, no, no, no!" Poppy cried in an attempt to calm her down and prevent her from running.

"Ahh I gotta get outta here…" Bridget continued to worry as she looked in all directions in search of an escape.

"I'll be right here for you Bridget. We all will." The troll princess reassured the bergen. This statement seemed to calm Bridget down.

"You'll tell me what to say right?" The bergen questioned.

"Of course I will." Poppy reassured her again.

"Of course I will." Bridget repeated and Branch had to contain a chuckle as he listened to that exchange.

"Just wait until we get inside." Poppy commented before hiding herself back inside Bridget's 'wig'. Branch glanced at Poppy as Bridget regained her composure once again. He might not ever be able to understand it, but Poppy's willingness to help anyone, even her enemies, always astonished him. For a princess, she was never selfish she always gave so much of herself to ensure everyone's happiness, and it made her happy to do it. In a way he admired that about her, it was a trait of hers that reminded him so much of his beloved grandmother. His grandmother had always selflessly given so much of herself not only to him, but to so many other troll children in the days she was alive that many trolls of Troll Village still reminisced about her to this day. Of course his grandmother and Poppy were still two very different trolls of whom he loved in very different ways, but he still could not help but notice this similarity between the two. It was probably one of the very reasons Poppy was able to get through to him in ways no one else ever could.

The bell signaling entrance into the store chimed as Bridget cautiously entered Bibbly's, immediately King Gristle could be heard whining like a spoiled child, so much so that no one had even bothered to notice her presence right away. Branch could only roll his eyes in annoyance at the spoiled bergen king. Boy was he grateful Poppy never acted this way, she may be naïve to the bad things that can occur in the world, but she really was the most selfless, caring, loving princess he has ever come to know, and while an exchange occurred between the two bergen's Branch could help but take a trip down memory lane.

-Flashback-

Ten years… it's been ten years now since he turned grey, and ten years since… Grandma Rosiepuff passed away. He was fifteen now, his bunker now complete except for a few 'homey' touches he supposed but wasn't too eager to add them any time soon. His real problem now was… other trolls, he had gotten to that age where bullying was becoming a problem no matter where he went. Bullying was not considered 'troll-like', in fact it was very much frowned upon, but unfortunately it still happened, and it seemed most of the time he was the main target. Most of the kids don't remember anymore why he was grey and so depressed all the time, and if they did remember they chose not to mention it. To them, he was different, to the other troll kids he wasn't 'normal' and because of that, he was picked on.

He was used to it by now; words could never be as painful as the loss he suffered ten years ago so he could live with it. But… some kids were starting to get physical, and he knew it was time he drew a line somewhere before it escalated any further. Unfortunately he wasn't sure how…

His ears suddenly twitched and he picked up on faint snickering not too far behind him. He sighed closing his eyes, why couldn't they just leave him alone. Not wanting them to find the location of his bunker, he made a sharp left turn and began gathering some localized herbs in the area. Soon he could hear something whizzing by him and dodged it easy, casting a glance to where the object had landed he could see that it was a stone. Restraining the urge to snap at them, he continued his work ignoring the bunch, they attempted several more times to strike him with more stones, but he was quick to dodge and they missed him each time.

"Oi! Grumpy!" Finally one of them called out to him, rolling his eyes he still continued to ignore him.

"Hey! Don't ignore us!" The troll barked, suddenly Branch found himself forcefully shoved to the ground, all the plants that he had just gathered scattered everywhere. Branch laid there for a moment deciding whether of not he should stand up to this group of bullies who had now targeted him, but remembered that his words always fell on deaf ears even when he wasn't being bullied. He pushed himself up from the ground stood once more, he didn't even glance at the group who pushed him down before he turned his back toward them and continued gather the herbs once again.

"What's wrong Grumpy? Cat got your tongue?" One of the trolls teased behind him.

'Just keep ignoring them Branch, they'll leave eventually.' The grey troll reminded himself.

"Yeah aren't you going to tell us to run away? That we'll be attacked by a bergen if we hang around here?" Another troll mocked him in a monotone voice.

'Bergens aren't the only thing you should be afraid of out here.' Branch responded in his mind as he continued to increase the distance between him and them.

"HEY!" The same troll who told him not to ignore them earlier shouted, his voice was menacing, terrifying, it made the grey troll freeze in his tracks. It actually seemed like this troll wanted to inflict harm upon him, something he had never encountered before. He had never done anything so horrible to any troll that he would deserve that type of behavior from someone, so why…

"I said don't ignore us!" He barked again, and this time because Branch was so frozen and disoriented with fear, he did not notice another stone coming toward him, much larger then any of the others that had been thrown at him before. That large stone struck Branch right in his temple and the pain from the strike caused him to crumble to the ground again, his hand flew up to grasp the affected area and immediately noticed that blood had been drawn. Branch then felt the presence of the other trolls much closer then they had been before, but before he could react one of the trolls kicked him hard in the stomach, Branch felt the air rush out of his lungs and he coughed as he tumbled into a fetal position.

"Better get up Grumpy… or we'll…"

"Get away from him!" Branch heard someone scream, unfortunately he was in so much pain he could not register where the voice was coming from. Whoever it was, their voice caused every troll hovering over him to freeze in shock and fear, Branch soon understood why when a familiar pink color suddenly flodded his vision. Branch felt his heart begin to race as the princess stood in front of him to protect him.

"What do you think you are doing?!" She demanded, the grey troll glanced up at the pink trolls face, his heart literally stopped beating. A look of anger he had never seen on her before was plastered on her features; the hard glare she was shooting at the group of bullies was sending shivers down his own spine. Why was she so angry for someone like him? Her voice then dropped down an octave as she spoke in warning to the group who attacked him.

"What you've done is unacceptable in my Troll Village and you better believe my father will be hearing about the actions you have taken against Branch." These words caused the group to step back, the troll who had struck Branch with the stone attempted to speak up.

"W-we didn't…"

"There is nothing you can say that will change my mind. Leave here NOW!" She shouted, silencing him instantly. They all turned around to leave and once the troll princess was sure they had disappeared from their sight she dropped to her knees in front of him, her anger now replaced with intense worry.

"Branch are you alright?" She spoke softly, her hand reached out to gently touch the wound on his temple, he flinched in pain the moment he felt her touch and Poppy quickly retracted her hand.

"I'm so sorry Branch…" She whispered, as she reached an arm around his shoulders to try and help him sit up. He allowed her to do so, his mind still reeling at the actions she had just taken to protect him. Why would she do something like this? She never left him alone sure, and always tried to include him in everything, but he never imagined she would go this far for him. He just couldn't figure her out, he was always so mean to her, so harsh, if someone had treated him the way he treated her he didn't think he'd ever be able to stand up for him or her the way she just did for him. Once he was sitting up, he finally found the will to speak.

"Why… did you do that for me?" He asked, unable to look at her directly. She didn't answer right away, when he peered over at her it seemed as if she were shocked.

"No one likes me. You… you could end up disliked, or worse hurt for what you just did… You should just… let me be…" He answered truthfully. She shouldn't get involved with him; she shouldn't try to get close to him. He couldn't give her anything she wanted or deserved and the only thing getting close to him would offer her was pain.

"I can't do that!" She shouted making him jump a bit. She said it with such determination he could no longer find the words to speak, he could only watch her with shock.

"I don't care what others say. I like you Branch and no one deserves to be treated that way!" Branch felt the air leave his lungs again, but this time it was for a completely different reason. This young princess was only ten years old, still just a child, and yet her she was speaking to him with more maturity and determination then he'd even seen in some adults. Not only that, but she was willing to fight… for him.

"Branch I don't know why you lost your colors but…" She looked away from him seemingly embarrassed; her cheeks even flushed a deeper shade of pink causing his own cheeks to flush slightly with embarrassment.

"And I won't force you to tell me… but… I hope…" she was silent for a moment. It appeared she was trying to figure out if she should say what she was about to say, it didn't take long for her to come to a decision and she soon turned to face him again with a bright smile.

"I hope one day you will be able to tell me… that you will be able to… confide in me." Branch's eyes widened in surprise, he could feel his heart in his throat beating rapidly and couldn't find anything he wanted to say. No one… no one ever said anything like that to him, no one ever cared. But Poppy….

"Until then I promise to protect you!" She declared and Branch could no longer look at her. He was too embarrassed, his heart felt as if it were about to burst out of his chest. He… he was in love with her…

"Come on." Poppy was standing now, holding a hand out to him to help him up.

"Let's get you cleaned up." Normally he would not have taken her hand… normally he would say something harsh, tell her he's be fine on his own and head back to his bunker without another word but right now… he couldn't find it within himself to do that… he knew he should but he couldn't push her away. Without meeting her gaze he accepted her offered hand and allowed her to help him up. Smiling the entire way, she did not let go of his hand until they arrived at her Pod which was dead center in the middle of the village. She invited him inside so she could tend to his injuries and or the first time ever, Branch paid no mind to all the stares they received from the rest of the trolls.

-End of Flashback-

"And who might you be?" The bergen king asked as Branch came back from his trip down memory lane, it appears the female bergen had worked up the courage to speak to him. She had started to falter when the king had asked for her name, Poppy and the rest of the Snack Pack were also unsure of what to say.

"You're name is um.. uhhh…." Poppy had turned around to look to him for help, but he could only return a surprised look. It was difficult to come up with something like that on the spot.

"Lady." Biggie started which didn't seem too bad.

"Glitter?" Guy Diamond added.

"Sparkles!" Smidge added confidently, what the heck kind of name was that? King Gristle was never going to buy that!

"Seriously?!"

"My name is Lady Glitter Sparkles…seriously." Bridget you weren't supposed to repeat that! At this rate they were going to be found out!

"Well, my Lady Glitter Sparkles…" What the heck he bought that?!

"Haha! Would you care to join me in an evening at Captain Starfunkles roller rink and arcade?" Was this really happening right now? Poppy's plan was actually working! This bergen just scored a date with the King!

"Would I!" Bridget responded initially with confidence, but hesitated a moment later.

"Would I?" She questioned Poppy.

"Yes you'd be delighted." Poppy reassured her.

"Yes you'd be delighted." Bridget repeated, Branch rolled his eyes at this response but paid no mind to it understanding that this was just how Bridget was, it seemed the King didn't mind at least and although he gave a curious glance now and then he seemed to go along with Bridget's act.

"Oh… indeed I would." Well the date was settled, but Branch couldn't help but feel slightly impatient, he didn't completely understand Poppy's entire plan and where she planned to go from here, and if he was being honest he didn't really want to be an attendee to this date Bridget was about to embark on. He had confirmed with himself that he sympathized with Bridget because she was in love with someone she thought she could never have just as he did, but now that she had scored the date and he was still the same as he ever was, he was having mixed feelings.

"When are you going to ask him about Creek?" The grey troll practically spat the purple trolls name as he faced the troll princess who stood right beside him.

"Well we have to warm him up first. Don't you know anything about romance?" Poppy asked him almost mockingly, almost as if she knew he wouldn't know anything about it. What she didn't realize is deep down, there was more to the grey troll then what meets the eye but he wasn't ready to show that side of him to her yet.

"Of course! I'm passionate about it." Branch replied sarcastically.

"Really?" Poppy responded honestly in disbelief, had she seriously not been able to pick up on when he was being sarcastic yet? Plus he was a bit offended that she really didn't think he could be romantic.

"Don't you know anything about sarcasm?" Branch deadpanned.

"I think I had a sarcasm once." Cooper chimed in with an unwanted comment; obviously not understanding what sarcasm was either. So maybe Branch had never been on a date in his entire life and he really could not consider himself an expert in romance, there was a little something that Poppy did not know about him... something no one knew, and that was the way he felt about Poppy, and how he expressed those feeling through words in private. Over the years his feelings for her would sometimes become overwhelming, especially on the days she really expressed and showed him and everyone else that she really cared about him. He needed a way to express these overwhelming emotions without Poppy ever knowing about them so he began writing his feelings down. It was incredibly therapeutic even if it did sadden him at times that he would never be able to express these feelings out loud, but even so he truly believed he was actually a great poet and songwriter, he never would have learned that about himself if it wasn't for her.

As Branch's thoughts wandered to the book of poetry and songs he always kept close to him at all times, he found himself absentmindedly touching his hair almost as if he needed to reassure himself that something that held great importance to him was still safely tucked away. Once he became aware of its presence, he once again found himself wishing he could admit his love for the troll princess one day, the tug in his heart once again making itself known. But although he wished for it, this time he didn't find himself getting depressed that he would never be able to admit those feelings to her one day. This confused him a bit, he always felt he could never be the troll she needed him to be, even if it were possible that he could actually become that troll, if he really is still alive, Creek was still in the picture, so even if he could become that troll one day he would never win against Creek… so why did he feel hopeful that he could? Shaking his head to rid of those thoughts for now he noticed King Gristle and Bridget had already arrived at their date destination and were enjoying their meal.

"Bridget!" He suddenly heard the troll princess still sitting beside him chide the scullery maid.

"Compliment him back!" She urged.

"I like your back." Branch face palmed… Seriously? Did Bridget or any of the bergens for that matter know anything about romance? He was starting to grow worried that this wasn't going to end well for her and them.

"No! I meant… say… something nice about him." Poppy was beginning to fumble, unsure of how to make Bridget understand her intentions properly.

"But I do like his back." Bridget answered innocently. Okay… that response confirmed Branch's suspicions… As far as romance goes, Branch was pretty sure he knew more about it than any of the bergens.

"Eh?" King Gristle responded confused, giving her a curious look.

"Um, uh…"

"Poppy! Help her…" Branch urged, King Gristle was starting to think something was up, if they didn't do anything soon this would be all over.

"Uh… your eyes… uh…" Poppy gagged a bit as she tried to look at King Gristle and attempt to pull a compliment out that she could feed to Bridget. Unfortunately this task proved to be a bit harder than any of them had anticipated.

"Ooh your… ears?..." Poppy was at a loss, it was obvious that she was unable to compliment someone she didn't personally find attractive. She was honest and Branch loved that about her, but that honesty was about to get them into serious trouble here.

"Your eyes uh.. ears uh…" Bridget started repeating after Poppy.

"Nose!" Biggie was the first of the Snack Pack to try and lend a helping hand.

"Skin." Chimed in Satin and Chenille.

"Neck." Copper included.

"Skin, neck, ears, nose, face uh your head…" Bridget was starting to loose track of everything being said and couldn't keep up.

"Are you okay?" This entire scene was starting to look ridiculous and the King had finally started to notice.

"Your teeeeettthh." Why was Guy Diamond singing right now? Branch covered his eyes with his hand and sighed, if someone didn't do something quick it was all over.

"Teeeeettthh."

"W-What's going on?! Are you making fun of me?!" King Gristle was ready to leave, clearly offended by the scullery maid indecisiveness and very confused by the entire situation at the moment.

"Your eyes!" Bridget shouted and paused for a moment when she realized that Branch was the one helping her. Clearly it was not a move she expected from him, and honestly Branch was surprised he was doing this right now himself, especially for someone of a race he considered an enemy for his entire life. But at this point someone needed to do something before they were found out and by now he knew Bridget had no intentions of hurting anyone, they all knew they could trust her. For him, it was simple to picture Poppy in this moment, instead of personally complimenting the bergen king, and recite one of the many poems he had written about her and memorized.

"They're like… two pools, so deep… I fear if I dive in…"

"I might never come up for air."

"I might never come up for air." Bridget was repeating his words confidently now, good it seemed he was able to smooth this situation over. At this point he was also well aware that everyone's attention was now directed at him, he knew everyone was probably incredibly surprised by him right now, he was acting in a way that was typically unusual for him but at this point there was no turning back now. So, brushing off the feeling of being watched he allowed his feelings for the troll princess to overflow and began to get lost in his own poetry as he continued.

"And your smile… the sun itself turns jealous and refuses to come out from behind the clouds…"

"Knowing it cannot shine half as bright…" King Gristle, seeming to have calmed down now, sat back down in his seat and smiled at the scullery maid.

"I kind of do have a nice smile… don't I?" Upon hearing this question Branch turned to face the troll that these words were truly meant for.

"Yes… you do…" A smile, sweeter then he had ever seen before formed on her lips as he watched her and Branch felt his heart pound in his chest. He was not expecting her to react that way toward him…

'Oh snap…' Did he just… Did she realize that those words he spoke were actually meant for her? What did he just do? What should he do now? Shyly he tore his gaze away from Poppy who was gazing back at him so lovingly. It was another look he never expected to receive from the princess; there was no way she could possibly…

Branch halted those thoughts from developing. Poppy likes Creek… Branch reluctantly reminded himself, and while he still had doubt that Creek was still alive at this point, he knew he was not the troll who could take that purple trolls place in Poppy's heart. Whatever the outcome may be, Branch had vowed to stay by Poppy's side right up to the end whether it was good or bad, he vowed to be there for her and make sure that beautiful smile never left her features ever again, even if it would never be meant for him.

"I can't believe I'm about to say this…" Bridget began without any prompting from any of the trolls.

"Guys she's going rouge!" Biggie worried.

"But… being here with you today… makes me realize that… true happiness is possible." Bridget's words did not only surprise and move the troll princess… they had stirred something deep within the grey troll as well. It seemed those words were the exact words he needed to hear to realize that hope and happiness was always bubbling deep, deep down inside him. Poppy had started to bring that hope to the surface once again on their journey, and Bridget's words had finally, truly made it known. If these bergens… a race that was known for living in misery, could find happiness without eating a troll… then maybe… just maybe Branch would be able to find happiness again as well. Maybe it really was okay for him to be happy… glancing at the troll princess his heart began to race again, she'd been saying this to him for twenty years, that everyone deserves to be happy, even a troll eating race like the bergens, it wasn't until this moment that Branch finally started to really believe those words as well.

"It is! True happiness is a lot closer than you think." King Gristle mentioned as he scooted to sit closer to the scullery maid.

"It's right here." He whispered suggestively as he leaned in close to Bridget and rested his hands on the gem holding his cloak around his shoulders. Branch was beginning to grow suspicious upon realizing the bergen king was not speaking of the happiness they were thinking about. What was he talking about?

"Ohmm that's… pretty I guess…" Bridget relented, obviously not interested in the King's gem he was now holding out to her. He seemed to pick up on her uneasiness and continued.

"What do you think now?" He added as he opened the locket to reveal…

"Creek?!" Branch shouted in disbelief.

"I knew he was alive!" Poppy breathed. Branch was now in complete shock, he was no longer paying any attention to the events occurring on Bridget's date. He was so sure that he had not been wrong about this one, from what they witnessed there was no possible way the purple troll could have lived and yet… here Creek was, being held hostage within the bergen king's locket this entire time. He just couldn't wrap his head around it and had no idea what possibly could have happened for the situation to turn out this way. At this point now, whatever hope he had at being able to maybe one day have a chance with Poppy were now completely crushed…

Branch was finally pulled from his thoughts when he felt himself, along with all the other trolls bring lifted into the air and away from their positions on the scullery maids head, completely exposing them for anyone to see. He quickly realized that Bridget and King Gristle had moved out onto the roller rink and a fancy spin had been the cause of this situation, he scrambled for anything to grab onto to while the rest of the Snack Pack held on tightly behind him and found himself reaching out to grasp the pink trolls hand who had been able to grab hold of the scullery maids hair. Branch and Poppy held on tightly to each other while Poppy tried to think of a way to rescue everyone. Bridget had been able to buy the group some time by sending the bergen king into a fancy spin of his own before he was able to look behind him and notice something was wrong.

Acting quick, the troll princess yanked on Branch's arm hard and was somehow able to pull everyone back safely onto Bridget's head again, although it wasn't very graceful. While the rest of her friends landed behind Poppy, Branch found himself landing right in the troll princess' arms, the grey troll was unable to contain the pleased smirk that formed on his lips upon realizing this. The pleasant moment didn't last long unfortunately as everyone quickly got back into his or her places once again. By the time King Gristle turned around to face Bridget again, it was as if nothing had ever happened. After that incident the two bergens continued to dance with one another and truly started to enjoy the time they were sharing together, that is until a bone chilling voice could be heard echoing through the restaurant.

"Your Majesty." Everyone literally froze, including Bridget as Chef rolled over to the bergen pair in her own pair of roller skates.

"You seem to be having… fun." Chef mentioned seeming a bit bewildered and confused. Unfazed by Chef's presence King Gristle responded.

"Oh I am! Meet… the lovely Lady Glitter Sparkles." Gristle introduced Bridget, and Chef eyed her very carefully seeming to pick up on something that didn't seem quite right.

"Hm… you remind me of someone…" While the rest of the trolls began to shake with fear upon hearing this comment, Branch stood his ground among the group, preparing to act in case the worst was about to happen.

"She's uh, gonna be my plus one." King Gristle chimed in confidently, breaking the awkward silence and relieving the slightest bit of tension.

"Oh I see." Chef acknowledged the King, before redirecting her suspicious gaze on the scullery maid once again.

"For a moment I was concerned you were… changing the plan." Branch could tell Bridget was beginning to loose her resolve, King Gristle had been able to ease the Chef's suspicions slightly, but Branch could tell that the Chef was still aware that something wasn't quite right about the female bergen standing beside King Gristle.

"Well this won't be a problem at all your Highness. I'll just get my worthless scullery maid to get another place setting for the lovely lady… Glitter Sparkles." That confirmed it, she was onto them, and they needed to get out of here… fast. While the bergen king grabbed Chef's attention once again Branch whispered harshly to the scullery maid.

"Bridget run!" Without a second thought, Bridget immediately acted on the command and raced out of the roller rink before King Gristle could even finish his sentence.

Bridget was able to make it back to her room in the castle safely and unnoticed. Rolling in on her one remaining roller blade, she soared around her room feeling like she was on cloud nine. She then pounced onto her bed excitedly, scattering the trolls who had been resting on her head, around her on her bed.

"Hah!" The scullery maid signed dreamily.

"I think the king really likes us!" Cooper exclaimed as he turned to face Biggie who was lying beside him.

"I know right!" The large blue troll responded.

"That was the greatest day of my life!" Bridget proclaimed like a giddy schoolgirl in love, before rolling over onto her stomach to face the troll princess. Branch couldn't help but smile at the scullery maid as well, he'd actually felt happy for her, his uneasy feelings from before now gone.

"Thanks Poppy!" Bridget acknowledged her, and the pink troll simply smiled at the happy scullery maid while nodding her head.

"Thanks to all of you!" She gestured to the rest of the Snack Pack before facing the grey troll who was sitting on the end.

"Even you I guess." She added less enthusiastically, Branch face fell with that comment. Hey, did she seriously forget who it was that pulled her out of that sticky situation when no one could figure out how to compliment the bergen king and who it was that told her to flee when Chef was bearing down on them! Branch glared at her but before he could retort the scullery maid had redirected her attention again.

"I just never thought that something like that could ever happen to me and it just did! I'm so excited I could just scream!" The giddy bergen continued before quietly exclaiming.

"Ahhh!" Oh well, Branch decided to let her comment from earlier slide, there was no way he could dampen the great mood Bridget was in now.

"Oh! I could scream too!" An ecstatic Poppy chimed in as she bounced to her feet. Branch glanced at her and smiled warmly, feeling truly happy that everything she had hoped for was coming true. Wait… happy… for Poppy?

"Creek is alive! Yay!" Poppy and her friends began to cheer, and even Branch hoped onto his feet to join in.

"Aaaahhhh!" Suddenly, he noticed he could no longer hear everyone else cheering anymore and stopped to find everyone starring at him. Great… what had he done now?

"Branch what's wrong?" Poppy asked him, voice tinged with worry.

"Nothing, I thought we were celebrating." The grey troll answered honestly.

"That's your happy shout?" Cooper asked in disbelief and Branch was finally able to realize what had caused everyone to stop. Way to bring a guy down guys…

"It's been a while." Branch deadpanned. Thankfully though, his spirits were lifted again as Poppy approached him stating.

"Well you're gonna have plenty of practice, cause we're gonna save Creek and life will be all cupcakes and rainbows again!" It was strange, here was the troll he loved more than anyone else, getting excited over Creek… the one troll who could infuriate him like no other… his only rival and yet… he wasn't annoyed he wasn't even jealous. Actually he had found himself smiling at her, seeing Poppy smile happily and act worry free again after watching her silently battle her anxieties and nerves over her friends the past two days was exactly what he had been wishing for this entire time. Her never wanted to see her upset, scared, sad or worried, her smile was perfect and she deserved to be smiling happily from her heart all the time.

"Up top!" He teased and the princess actually fell for it just as he anticipated that she would. Right as she brought her hand up to meet his, he quickly pulled his away.

"Too slow." Poppy looked back at him with shock, but the shock was quickly replaced with the same beautiful smile she wore when he had recited his poetry for Bridget and he could easily read that she was happy for him. He could not help but return her smile as well, probably revealing to her the first warm smile he had ever let loose in a long time. Something within him had changed when he opened up to her before they got Bridget ready for her date with the King. Happiness was beginning to make itself known within his heart again and the grey troll realized the source of his happiness… was Poppy's happiness… even if that meant she wasn't meant to be with him. He was able to come to the conclusion that even though he might never be able to reveal these feelings he felt for her, it would be okay as long as she was happy. As long as he could somehow always contribute to that happiness even if it was just as a friend, it would be enough for him as long as he could always see her smile. The tug in Branch's heart that he always felt toward Poppy when he thought this way began to make itself known again, but he was growing used to needing to ignore it, he knew now that as long as Poppy was happy, he could be happy and he could never ask for anything more.

"Okay everybody! Let's go save Creek!" The troll princess exclaimed, and the rest of the trolls were quick to follow her lead. But just as they were about to approach the door to exit the room…

"Ah! No!" SLAM! Bridget had inserted herself between them and the door, blocking their exit. What was she up to?

"You can't leave! Lady Glitter Sparkles is gonna be that King's plus one at dinner!" Bridget frantically explained, Branch cocked an eyebrow at her reasoning.

"The dinner where they're serving troll? Yeah… I think we're gonna have to skip that one." Branch responded before starting to make his way toward the door again.

"No! No, you have to help me be Lady Glitter Sparkles!" Bridget pleaded with him as she landed on her stomach in front of them to get down to their level.

"I need you!" She begged, Branch couldn't find the words to say, luckily Poppy did.

"You don't want to pretend to be someone you're not forever." The princess standing beside him stated, attempting to reason with the scullery maid, unfortunately what they were trying to convey just wasn't getting through to her.

"Then… how about just for tomorrow?" The young bergen pleaded again.

"Bridget, you don't need us anymore. You and the king can make each other happy." Poppy pleaded back as well, and Branch could tell she was starting to worry that the scullery maid wasn't going to let them go.

"That's impossible!" Bridget spat, seemingly offended as stood back up again.

"Only eating a troll can make you happy! Everyone knows that!" The scullery maid cried as she ran back across her room and threw herself against the collage she had pinned to the wall above her bed, she then slid down to her knees and tore the photos while proclaiming.

"I wish I'd never gone on this stupid date!" Well this was quite the mood swing that Branch was witnessing. Had this bergen learned nothing? Did she not remember herself stating that true happiness was possible without eating a troll? This was useless; there was nothing more they could do for the scullery maid if she herself refused to open her eyes as well as her heart. Branch knew that better than anyone, but Poppy on the other hand...

"Bridget…" Poppy called to her softly, attempting to console her.

"Just go! Get out of my room! Leave me alone!" Bridget cried and turned away no longer able to face the troll princess.

"Please listen!" Poppy pleaded, but Branch began to back away and tried to think of a way to get Poppy to go with him as well, the rest of the Snack Pack had already gathered behind them.

"BRIDGET!" came that bone chilling voice once again. That was their cure.

"We've gotta go." Branch urged as he backed away from the scullery maids room along with the rest of Poppy's friends.

"Bridg…"

"Come on." He knew better than anyone else, Poppy was having a hard time leaving the scullery maid alone like this, he knew every fiber of her being was aching to help her out in some way no matter how much Bridget tried to push her away. But with the threat of the Chef having now returned to the castle they had no other choice, right now they needed to leave.

"What's going on down there! Bridget! Scrub that dish!" A dish struck the hysterical scullery maid on the head.

"The King's bringing a plus one!"

"Yes Chef." Poppy lingered a bit longer, but upon realizing that there was nothing she could do for her new friend right now she too, although very reluctantly, retreated from Bridget's room to catch up with the rest of her friends.

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