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mediocreanomaly · 6 months

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Creature!Vash train continues! :D

May we have some nsfw with mer!Vash please?

Authors Note: Yes of course! Sorry for the delay my creative brain was fried. Also theres alot of build up so uh...smut with feelings? Sorry if thats not your jam but Mer!Vash has customs you know. Enjoy! GN!Reader!!! I don't go into detail about the readers uh...equipment so you can read it as either or

Read the SFW Pt.1 Here!

Mer!Vash X Reader NSFW

•It had been a tedious process for Vash to court you. He was doing everything in the book to show off how good of a mate he would be.

•He brought you lots of fish (dead this time after the last incident) to show he could provide food

•He scavenged lots of shiny objects to show you how good at finding resources he was

•He'd make you sit at the rocks and watch him swim for hours to prove how strong of a swimmer he was, and despite his missing arm he was in perfect health! He'd be a great mate for you, see?

•You seem receptive enough of the advances, always eagerly accepting the courting gifts, bringing him new foods to try when he visited, you had even bought a few cook books to figure out what he liked and although you hadn't gotten him a courting gift since the gold ear ring that currently hung proudly from his ear lobe he knew. It was time to make you his.

•There was one final step, a courting ritual custom for merfolk to see if you'd finally take him to be your one and only mate. He was equally nervous and excited pestering all the other merfolk he considered himself close with about it for days on end.

•Wolfwood is admittedly uninterested not caring about anything human related in the first place, luckily Meryl and Milly are more on the excited side letting Vash ramble away about his perfect future mate. Meanwhile Nai is fully against it, angrily telling him off anytime Vash even brings it up… but you can't please everyone!

•So Vash steels himself, pulling himself up on the rock the two of you have deemed your meeting place, only this time he has something special planned

"Come here!" He calls to you in his own choppy mimicking of human language, although he was getting better at it, he still preferred merfolk speak.

•You hear Vash’s voice and trail out of the lighthouse, confused why Vash is calling you out so late. Vash makes an excited chirp noise when he sees you and slaps his tail against the rock to encourage you to come closer

•You laugh and stagger over the rocks to get to him but before you can reach him he dives into the water, swimming under into dark. It's hard to see him this late at night but you sit down on the rock trying to make out the outline of the merman

•You were admittedly confused at the mermans antics. Vash had become more and more clingy lately, although you secretly didn't mind. You enjoyed the company more than you probably should and luck for you Vash seemed to enjoy you just as much if the increasing visits were anything to go by

•You were a bit confused on what he was trying to do though. Waiting for him to resurface so you could sheepishly admit that you couldn't see whatever it was he was doing under the water

•That is until you do see him. Bioluminescent markings beginning to shimmer through the water, a light blue running along his body showing the intricate patterns that Vash swims in. Your eyes go wide, watching as he swirls around streaks of blue dotting through the water. He moves so gracefully, it's mesmerizing. You can't seem to take your eyes off him when he begins making noise

•It's high pitched, but it's sweet. Like a lullaby you had forgotten, was he singing? He must be. You had heard him make all sorts of chirps and trills but this one was different, more melodic and pleasant. You let your eyes flutter shut as you listen to the song. For some reason you feel like you know the tune despite having never heard the song in your life

•After a couple minutes of listening to his song you hear the sound of splashing. You peek your eyes open to see Vash has popped his head above water, he looks...confused? Or maybe expectant? He sings again letting his song fill the air around you then he pauses looking at you waiting. You blink dumbly at him for a few seconds before you find your voice

"...oh! It was very pretty Vash I didn't know you could sing like that, is that all you wanted to show me?" you ask. Vash blinks at you before his brow furrows as he makes frantic chirping noises. You startle, slightly caught off guard by the mermans distress. Did you say something rude? Before you can get an answer to that question Vash's glowing tampers off and he dives into the water leaving you alone on the rocks. You wait for a moment wondering if he'd pop back up after half an hour like with the earring, but hours pass and the dark is starting to make the air around you chilly. You frown and count your losses wondering what had gotten Vash so worked up.

•Vash is heartbroken. Had he miss read the signals? You didn't seem reciprocate his mating dance or his mating call at all! He had tried so hard too! Was his song not good enough? He was sure he didn't have the prettiest voice out of the merfolk but surely it was decent enough, right? Or maybe it was the dance? Perhaps he should have swum a different pattern? He had been practicing for weeks though...

•Nai is the one that finds him pouting making weak sad chitters as he lays dramatically on the sea floor.

•Nai is no help. Telling him the merfolk equivalent to "I told you so" and suggesting he just find another merfolk to court if he was so desperate to have a mate.

•But he wasn't desperate to have a mate, he was desperate to mate you. For the next few days Vash is a sorry sight, slowly drifting around the ocean, frowning every time he finds something shiny since he'd usually just give it to you. He just doesn't understand what went wrong...he shakes his head, he couldn't give up that easily, he had to try again, you were the only one for him, he was sure of it.

•You wait on the rocks till sunset again, hoping to see Vash swim up and explain in broken English that he had been busy or that he was off collecting rare human items. Then at least you could scold him for worrying you, then at least you could see his face

•Ever since that night Vash sang to you, he hadn't come around. You still weren't sure what you had done to upset the merman so much but whatever it was you didn't think it dictated getting the cold shoulder

•You began to wonder if maybe you were boring him. He was always coming here, sitting on the rocks, or pulling himself into the sand to entertain you. Since you weren't merfolk there was just some things you couldn't do, maybe Vash was starting to realize that, maybe you hadn't tried hard enough. You stew in the fact that maybe you and you alone was what had chased Vash off

•It's two weeks later when you've determined Vash isn't coming back that he shows his face again. You aren't even looking for him, instead coming back from the night market when you hear a familiar chirping noise coming from the light house

•The second you hear it you take off down the gravel path to your home racing to see if it's who you think it is, and there he is. Perched on the rocks, blonde hair, red tail and that damn gold earring still hanging from his ear, he looks apologetic and abashed as he makes soft cooing noises towards you which you think is supposed to be an apology.

•You dive for him, wrapping your arms around his wet shoulders trying to starve off the sobs you feel building in your throat.

"Vash! You scared me half to death! What if you had got poached! Or hurt! Or-"

•Vash cuts you off by nuzzling closer to you making a quick series of chirps with broken "I'm sorry’ s" mixed in. You grumble not yet ready to let this go but your more than glad he's safe. You sigh and run your hand through his hair and he gives you puppy dog eyes and a toothy grin. Idiot.

•Just as you get used to the weight of him laying against you, he shifts against the rock to get your attention before diving into the water. Again, his body begins to glow, the light glimmering under the surface, and again his song begins. The soft melody filling the air

•Ah, he was...playing again? You take a deep breath not wanting to disappoint him this time, you stand up on the rock and it seems you’re doing something right because Vash looks up at you excitedly, he sings the melody to you again then watches you, you blink and he grimaces before repeating the same notes-

•Wait a second. You tilt you head and try singing them back, mimicking the tune to him. His eyes go wide and a smile breaks out on his face and he makes a loud trill noise swimming in an excited circle before singing again, now that you know what to do you laugh and do your best to sing along

•He swims in lazy figure eights and you walk forward dipping your feet in the water, despite still swimming Vash keeps his eyes trained on you as if waiting on something, you pad into the water giggling thinking you finally understand this weird merfolk game when about waist deep in Vash grabs you

•You yelp as Vash drags you deeper into the water, trying to keep your head up. He's making excited noises nuzzling against your throat, you feel his tail begin to wrap around your legs as he presses you up against the rock, his clawed hands reach down the swipe along your shorts ripping them off in a single clean motion

•Oh. Oh. Everything clicks in your head all at once, the weird gift giving, the flustered state he was in when you gave him the earring, the dance the singing, Vash didn't see you as a friend, he saw you as a mate

•You blush at the idea but your mind is currently reeling from the merman currently being very eager about running his webbed fingers over your sex.

•You moan, a little nervous about the claws his nails tamper off into but it seems he’s also mindful of that, using his tail to keep you up in place against a flat rock as he focuses on pleasing you, making soft coos and trills as your writhe in pleasure under him

"V-Vash don't tease" you manage to whine out, pawing uselessly at his shoulder. He mimics a human laugh, and nuzzles against you, but luckily complies, he ruts against you and from the slit that sits pretty along his tail, what you assume to be his cock emerges, it’s a bit different than a human one, longer, thinner at the tip but it thickens up the further down the shaft it goes, and it's coated in something slick he seems to be producing

•It makes your mouth water, and you wonder what it would be like in your mouth...another time maybe, you'd have to ask him about it. As of now Vash lines the tip of himself up with you and you’re a little apprehensive about the fact he's about to do this with no prep, Vash seems to notice your apprehensiveness and makes comforting cooing noises before purring lightly and nipping gently against your neck, the vibrations flowing from his chest serve its purpose as you relax in his grip

•Slowly he presses in, it's actually not bad, the further he sinks in the more noticeable the stretch is but he goes slow enough that it's more erotic than it is painful. Vash finally bottoms out, pausing and cocking warming himself with you for a moment while you adjust, he makes various clicks and chirps that you’re pretty sure translate into some sort of merfolk praise. He could probably talk if he wanted to but from the way his irises are blow wide with lust, you’re pretty sure his minds too far gone to try and mimic any English right now

•After you settle and the ocean water lapping at your body begins to get a bit cold from the lack of movement you pat the blondes shoulder to try and signal him to move, he chirps and begins to slowly pull out, you whine at the loss now used to full feeling Vashs cock was providing you but it doesn't last long, as soon as it leaves he's thrusting back into your warm heat

•You aren't sure what you expected, perhaps considering the gentle way Vash treats you you had expected something a soft and slow. Something that, in foresight you should have known would be a falsity considering he was acting on instinct. A fact that was becoming evidently clear as he growled, movements fast and a little sloppy as the clawed hands holding you up begin to lightly sink into your shoulder and hip, the snarls only broken up by needy keens as he ruins you

•It's hard to think like this, the sounds of the waves mixed with the equally wet sounds of you and Vashs body meeting repeatedly is making your mind melt in the most wonderful way, the cold of the water, the warmth that’s blooming between your legs, you don't even realize your drooling until Vash moves his arm away to reach down and touch where you need him most

•You wail, scratching at his back while he makes equally loud noises, somehow speeding up even more as he chases release. You feel yourself teetering on the edge, near your tipping point as your body tenses in what’s sure to be the best orgasm in your life when your feel Vashs sharp teeth clamp down along your neck and- oh fuck

•You scream his name as your body milks him for all he's worth, mind blanking as you cum, Vash finishes with you, pressing in as far as he can as thick ropes of cum are pumped into you filling your impossibly fuller. He doesn't seem eager to let it escape either, staying in you even after he finishes trembling slightly from the over stimulation when the waves jostle your bodies together and licking over his mating bite in apology, purring and cooing at your body he carefully cradles in his arms

•You groan, recovering from...well everything when you lazily turn your head to look at the cursed merman, he offers you a sheepish smile a bit of your blood still staining his lips but the pride that's currently shining through his eyes lets you know he doesn't feel that guilty about the situation in the slightest. You huff in mock annoyance and kiss him, something he eagerly accepts, chittering happily against your lips only to sport a dopey grin when you part, causing you to laugh

•Well...there’s plenty fish in the sea, you're just luckily you ended up with this idiot

#vash x you #vash x reader #trigun x reader #mer!vash x reader #mer!vash #trigun x you

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vaniri · 2 months

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Dangerous Thing [Minthara Baenre x drow Tav]

Parties in Menzoberranzan can be exhausting. During one of these, Minthara decides to slip away and spend some quality time with her beloved woman.

----- Rating: E Category: F/F Word Count: 3 243 Warnings: sexual content, oral sex, drow women in love

----- As always, big THANK YOU to @ugh-my-back for helping me polish my work 🖤

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Minthara never liked parties.

It didn’t really matter which one of Menzoberranzan’s noble houses hosted them, or why they were thrown – it was rarely anything other than a display of host’s wealth and power, an excuse to flaunt their prosperity (sometimes only alleged) and, more importantly, remind the other houses of their position in the City. What really mattered about these parties was how they ended: who managed to raise their status and who got viciously murdered, who learned the darkest secrets and who vanished without a trace. Hardly any party in Menzoberranzan could go without at least one intricate intrigue and some blood spilled. It was a cruel and dangerous game the high society loved to play and despite Minthara being quite proficient in that (she was taught well and by one of the best), she hardly ever enjoyed getting involved in all that mess. It was all so damn exhausting.

Tonight’s evening was pretty peaceful so far though, but Minthara knew that she should never let her guard down. She had learned that the hard way. Polite smiles often hid malicious intentions. Every hand lost from her view, even for a short while, could potentially try to stab her in the back before the end of the night. The game was always on and to lose was to die. And she was a Baenre, daughter of the most ancient and influential house in Menzoberranzan. Life had already taught her that as a significant and illustrious figure she sure was, she should have always expected people to plot against her and target her in their scheming to get power and influence. And that she should always be prepared to fend off their attacks.

Despite her justified suspicion and wariness, she did not stray from getting involved in social activities in order to avoid getting people’s attention. She mingled with the guests, exchanged hollow-hearted pleasantries and forced smiles, joined discussions and shared her thoughts, carefully worded, on their subjects - as someone of her status was expected to do. But something else seemed to occupy her mind, as her eyes were clearly looking for something, or rather someone, searching the crowd for the only face she wanted to see tonight. The only reason Minthara attended all these parties: her beautiful lover, the most perfect woman in the entire Underdark (and probably also the World Above). She had to be there tonight, she would never miss the opportunity to learn the newest rumors and listen about the scandals involving the most notable members of Menzoberranzan’s society. And, most importantly, she would never miss a chance to see Minthara.

She finally saw her, standing among some young girls Minthara didn’t recognize, probably novice priestesses or some less important daughters of not very important mothers. Their eyes met for a brief moment, a hint of playful smile flickered across her face and Minthara already knew she had something wicked in mind. She watched her politely excuse herself and walk towards the ballroom exit, beckoning Minthara to come with her. Minthara followed her without a moment of hesitation, keen to have some respite from all that socializing and pretending, her eyes glued to the captivating figure moving gracefully before her.

Her lover looked stunning that evening. Her long wavy hair, white and lustrous like the finest spidersilk, was tied in a loose low bun, with several small braids adorning her head. Her well-fitted dress, quite revealing but still covering all the parts a decent noble lady should’ve had covered in public, clung to her perfect form, accentuating her beautiful shapes. Its deep red color corresponded wonderfully with her smooth gray skin and her intricate jewelry, made of the finest materials found in the Underdark. She looked like a literal goddess. And even moved like one, climbing the stairs leading to the upper floor of the mansion with such lightness and elegance she seemed to be floating above them.

Minthara was absolutely mesmerized by that sight. They haven’t seen each other for days, whether because of her family duties, or her lover was simply avoiding her on purpose to whet her appetite before the party – Minthara had no idea. But she missed her a lot and seeing her now, so beautiful and irresistible, made Minthara want her more and more with every passing second. She needed to touch her, taste her, feel her squirm under her body and hear her moan her name. She had to remind her who she belonged to.

She couldn’t contain herself any longer. When her lover reached the top of the stairs, she closed in on her with three long strides and pinned her to the nearest wall, her body on hers. She leaned in to steal a kiss, but her woman stopped her with her hand covering Minthara’s lips.

“Patience.” She whispered softly, dragging her finger along Minthara’s lower lip. Her voice was calm, and so was her breath, but her lustful gaze betrayed her desire.

It was very rare for Minthara to not get what she wanted. Usually it was very simple, all she had to do was pull the right strings and just wait. People loved to fawn on her and throw themselves at her feet. They were ready to do anything to please her, hoping to earn her attention and win her favor. But not her beloved. This one was bold enough to defy her, tease her, say no to her demands and make her beg for what she wanted. And that’s what made Minthara so crazy about her.

But she would never let anyone know how much this woman has bewitched her. And certainly she would never make it so obvious in front of her. She had an image to maintain. So despite the overcoming desire to devour her right here and now, Minthara reluctantly pulled away from her, giving her a sign to lead the way, wherever she wanted to take her.

Her lover took her hand and guided her down a dark narrow corridor, humming some cheerful melody under her nose, her excitement palpable. Minthara didn’t interrupt her, enjoying the familiar tune and waiting patiently to see where this whole jaunt would take them in the end. Finally, after what felt like ages, they stopped in front of one of the many doors and her beloved opened them quickly, revealing a relatively small, sparsely decorated but still fancy-looking room with a large bed in its center. She gave Minthara a quick glance, a playful smile tugging at her lips, and, without a warning, she shoved her inside.

Minthara didn’t have time to protest because her lover pushed her against the wall and closed her lips around hers, finally giving in to her desire. Minthara did not resist, she hungrily returned her kiss, aching to feel her whole. As her tongue explored her lover’s mouth, her hands quickly found their way under the fabric of her dress, finally free to roam her entire body.

“I love when you’re so eager you don’t know where to put your hands.” The woman teased between kisses, groping Minthara’s ass and pressing her pelvis hard against hers to feel even more of her. She moaned softly when Minthara’s hands reached her breasts, fingers rubbing her already hard nipples in a slow, circular motion.

“I missed your body so much. I want to touch you everywhere.”

“I missed yours too. I want to see it, in all its glory.”

With Minthara’s hands still occupied with her chest, she unfastened her dress herself and then gave her a gentle but suggestive push, prompting her to do the rest of the work on her own. Minthara begrudgingly took a step back and swiftly slipped her dress off her shoulders, letting it fall on the floor. Her smallclothes joined it right after. She was standing there proudly, completely naked, watching her lover circle her like a starving predator did its delicious prey and take in every inch of her exquisite form. Minthara knew her body was absolutely ravishing, slender but firm, covered in faint freckles and several dark scars, each a proof of her grit and endurance. But seeing what a mere sight of it did to her beloved, how it filled her with fascination, adoration and unadulterated carnal desire, feeling her lustful gaze burn on her skin – it boosted her self-confidence even further.

Without a word, the woman took Minthara’s hand and led her towards the bed. Still fully dressed, she ensconced herself by the headboard and motioned Minthara to join her there. Minthara obediently crawled to her and let her seat her between her legs, back against her chest.

“Let me show you how much I adore you.” Her lover whispered in her ear, peppering it with hot kisses, her arms wrapping around her waist. Minthara purred softly, enjoying the attention her lover's lips were giving to her ear and neck, and the coolness the fabric of her spidersilk dress provided to her heated skin.

Her woman knew all the right spots on Minthara’s body and lavished them evenly with attention and care. She started off safe, with her ears, neck, shoulders and belly, kissing and massaging wherever she could reach, making Minthara melt into her touch. Her palms moved down to her legs, thumbs rubbing her inner thighs, closer and closer to her groin, then left to caress her sides. Every brush of her fingers made Minthara shiver, every touch made her ache for more. Her beloved had her fully at her mercy, exposed and vulnerable, and she was happily using the power she was given. Normally it would have scared Minthara to be like that, to give herself to someone entirely - without fear of getting betrayed. It should have scared her. But not with this woman. She trusted her completely, with her body and soul. And she was certain she was putting herself in good and loving hands.

She let out a quivering sigh when her lover’s palms cupped her breasts, then a loud moan when her fingers focused on her sensitive nipples. She pinched and rubbed them interchangeably, her mouth nibbling her earlobe, and Minthara felt the throbbing heat between her legs grow more intense with every second. Her beloved could have made her come only by fondling her breasts (actually she had done that before, several times, that skilled woman), but that wouldn’t satisfy Minthara tonight. She wanted her hands on her most sensitive parts, she needed her to touch her properly. She rubbed her legs together, trying to give her already dripping pussy some much needed friction, but her lover kept her in place, biting her ear to remind Minthara that she was in charge now.

“Patience.” She reminded her.

Finally, after a long and delicious while of playing with Minthara’s tits, one of her lover’s hands found its way between her legs. Her slender finger slid between her slick folds, rubbing her already swollen clit and Minthara felt her orgasm build up rapidly in her abdomen, every stroke sending waves of bliss throughout her body. She let out a surprised moan when her beloved circled her entrance and slid a finger inside, dragging her juices out and smearing them all over her bud to add more slickness and make her sensations even better. She stroked her clit with short, quick motions, adding more pressure when she wanted to make Minthara wail and reducing the intensity of her ministrations when Minthara was enjoying herself too much. She knew well how to dose her pleasure and how to make her a squirming mess.

Finally, when she decided she was done teasing, her hand picked up the pace, and with the other hand still playing with her already overstimulated nipples, Minthara couldn’t hold back any longer. She came hard, crying out her lover’s name, succumbing to the overwhelming pleasure rushing through her body like a thunderwave. Her cunt throbbed intensely, walls contracting rhythmically around two fingers her beloved slipped in her to finger her through her orgasm.

She held Minthara tight until she came down from her high, stroking her hair and murmuring sweet words of affection in her ear: how much she meant to her, how much she loved to worship her body and hear her cry her name like it’s the only word she knew. And all these terms of endearment that could have them both tortured and maybe even killed, if anyone caught them saying these to each other. My passion. Source of my joy. My one and only. My love.

Hearing all these things, uttered by the woman she adored so much, made Minthara’s heart flutter. She turned around and pressed her lips against her lover’s, eager to show her how much she reciprocated all these feelings. Their kiss was fierce and messy, and Minthara couldn’t resist playfully biting her lower lip as her hands dealt with the skirt of her dress, tossing it aside and revealing her beautiful toned thighs. She made her way down her lover’s body, kissing every exposed part of her skin until her face buried between her legs, where she tugged her already damp underwear aside and spread her folds, giving herself full access to her dripping core. Minthara planned to tease her a little first, but the scent of her arousal was too enticing and made her want to devour her right here and now. So she pressed the tip of her tongue against her clit, then slid it into her and tasted her arousal, purring contently at the wanton moan her action elicited.

She lapped at her sweet spot, reveling in all these lovely sounds her woman was making. She was always a delight to please, so vocal and responsive, and so direct with her needs. She guided Minthara’s hand to her entrance, prompting her to slip a finger inside and Minthara happily complied, purring contently when her lover ran her fingers through her silky hair. She held her head, keeping her mouth where she wanted it most while Minthara thrust deep into her in a slow steady pace, adding another digit for more stimulation when one felt like nothing in her needy cunt.

Minthara focused her full attention on her clit, sucking and licking the overstimulated bud, feeling it throb against her tongue - an undeniable sign she was close to her release. Her fingers pounded into her dripping hole, picking up the pace as her lover rutted feverishly against her hand, begging her to fuck her harder. She came moments later, with Minthara's name on her lips, her pussy contracting fiercely around her fingers, covering her entire hand with her juices.

Minthara pulled her fingers out and licked them clean, savoring the taste of her lover’s essence, locking her eyes with hers. She looked exceptionally delectable, with her cheeks flushed and those full rosy lips parted. Some strands of her hair had fallen loose from her previously tidy bun, now framing her face and somehow making her even more beautiful. She reached to Minthara, hand still shaking after her intense orgasm, and held her cheek, whispering her name so tenderly and with so much fondness Minthara couldn’t contain emotions that surged through her. The familiar feeling of warmth and elation was swelling somewhere in her chest and she couldn’t even try to pretend she didn’t know what that sensation was anymore.

It was a very dangerous and unwise thing for a drow to develop feelings for another and give themselves to them, fully and genuinely. Especially for one from a house like Baenre. Minthara was usually very cautious and extremely picky when it came to trusting people and letting them closer. Not too close though, as life had already taught her that most of these people wanted to be in her favor for their own personal gain and would turn against her in an instant the moment planting a knife in her turned out more beneficial. She already had several scars to prove that statement. She had to learn how to see through people and read their motives, play them as she wanted, to always be one step ahead of them and their plotting. And never get attached to them. Of course she had made some mistakes, but after learning her lesson all her lovers and so-called friends became nothing more than a temporary entertainment, a moment of fun with no strings attached, and she was ready to get rid of them without batting an eye the moment she noticed their intentions were vile. That's how she managed to survive so long in the treacherous high society of Menzoberranzan.

But her relationship with this woman was different. She was different. Selfless and sincere, from the very beginning. She never asked for anything, other than affection and honesty, and offered the same in return. She’d proven her loyalty to Minthara, more times than she could even recall, and earned her full trust. It started off as an innocuous affair, based on their carnal desires and yearning for connection with someone, even for a short while. But it lasted for years now and Minthara already knew their involvement had long ago turned into something deeper. Meaningful. Dangerous.

Her common sense demanded Minthara to kill that woman the moment she noticed the change. She should have destroyed the object of these feelings and the bond they shared, before it corrupted her mind and ruined her completely. But one look in her lover’s warm eyes was enough to make Minthara realize that she was already beyond the point of saving. And it didn’t scare her, as she had already come to terms with her own feelings and accepted her weakness in full.

Love like this was a rare thing in the Underdark. It should have been cherished, not fought.

“Hey, where are you?”

“Hm?” Minthara snapped out of her musing. Her love was visibly amused, watching her with curiosity in her eyes.

“You were lost in your thoughts. What were you thinking about?”

“You, of course.” She gave her lover’s crotch a quick peck and put her underwear back in place.

“No need to think about me, I’m already here.”

Minthara crawled back to her and snuggled up against her chest as her beloved pulled her into a loving embrace. She found comfort in her smell, relaxing completely while listening to her heartbeat, strong and steady, enjoying her hand tenderly stroking her head.

“Stay with me here. I don’t want to go back to the party.” Minthara purred, content with her current position and reluctant to change it.

“They’ve probably noticed our disappearance already.”

“Good, they may be noticing it for a bit longer.”

Her lover chuckled lightly, then her expression suddenly sobered.

“Your mother-“

“Knows I came here for you and you alone.” Minthara cut her off. “She has more pressing matters to attend to today than tailing me and making sure I behave, trust me.”

“I do trust you, Alurlssrin.” That word always made Minthara’s chest swell with warmth, so many emotions rushing through her mind. An undeniable proof that her lover felt the same. “But please, don’t complain to her later that you missed the entire party because I kept you in bed all night and didn’t let you go. She didn’t believe you last time and she won’t believe you now.”

It was Minthara's turn to chuckle, until her lover pressed her lips against hers to finally silence her.

She would never dare complain about that.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #minthara baenre #minthara #minthara x tav #drow tav #baldur's gate #bg3 fanfiction #fanfiction #duck pecks her keyboard

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sgiandubh · 5 months

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Hi, I don't know if you understand me or go through this, I would like to know your feeling about it.

After all this circus (which I can't take anymore and after a few years in the fandom) I can't stand Caitríona anymore. I swear I try, I swear I try to get excited about her projects. I swear I try to understand her reasons, her anger, her antipathy towards us all these years. For a long time I managed to suppress this sad feeling I feel for her, but now it screams. I can not anymore.

On the other hand, I still support Sam, even more than I should, because he, along with her, plays the main role in the narrative and is not a saint. I think these feelings would be the signal to leave the ship. I no longer admire her, I no longer miss her, at least on social media, I no longer even want to see her face.

I feel bad for feeling this way, I don't know what to do. Have you ever felt like that? And before you start offending me, I'll tell you: I'm not anti, only or whatever. I am someone who paid a lot of attention to this narrative and ended up hurt, very hurt by them, by her specially…

Dear Feel Bad Anon,

I was just about to go to bed after a very, very long and dense day, but your question stopped me in my tracks. Story of my life, really: that banging on the dorm's door at midnight ('it's vile X, we just broke up, help') - ah, the memories. So, I will not let you down.

First of all, thank you for this ask. It is a genuine one, I know it. It takes a lot of honesty to write it down without cackle, hysteria and the everlasting 'they owe me' refrain (no, they don't owe anybody anything, because, Anon, do you owe anybody anything when you are that much in love? I am sure you don't give a hoot about Aunt Y and Neighbor Z, Anon, and fuck them and their curiosity, eh?). And, my goodness, you really do sound exhausted, here.

Take a good look at this pic I took in Mandalay (see post below) of a Yama Zatdaw (Ramayana) puppet show:

All these public ten years are summed up in here: the puppeteers (TPTB), the puppets (S&C) and the convenient prop ( T) in the middle.

Where are the private ten years? I could think of this Amarapura pic, taken the day after the puppet show:

And that is ok, Anon. It's them. Their lives. Their love. We are just peepers through a keyhole, in here: let's try and do it gracefully.

You don't like C anymore? S couldn't give a damn about how you feel, Anon, and forgive me if I sound brutal. He loves her and he already did the unthinkable for her. C does give a damn about you, however. Not because she cares about you, but because she probably thinks your intelligence and your questioning endanger her narrative and put at risk all the negotiated perks. This is why she thought intelligent to bark at you and publicly insult you: by a simple zealot reflex, her part of the bargain. It has nothing to do with her private truth. You are disappointed by a puppet, not the real C. Or, using this time Plato's Allegory of the Cave, you are mad at the silhouettes reflected on the walls of that cave, not at the people whose reflections you see - those people are outside the cave.

Get out of that mental cave, Anon. Stop racking your brains off trying to give definitive answers that cannot be honestly given with the amount of information we have. Stop obsessing about a visibly curated social media presence, online times and all this shit - they mean very little, especially at this point in time. Trust your heart and your intuition. Trust your life experience. Trust yourself, not me. All this side of the fandom can offer you is based on our own life paths and street smarts. Do I think it's legit? Of course, otherwise I'd not be here or I'd be a pervert. Do I think that together we'd be a step closer to what really is? Oh, by all means. But you are the only sovereign master of the course, here. You are the only one able to choose between believing or rejecting, staying on deck or jumping ship.

I chose to be interested in the puppeteers, Anon. The paper trail. The minute intricacies. The boring details Mordor does not want to see or doesn't know how to translate in simple English. That is really what keeps me going and that is something I will never publicly trade. The more I look into it, the clearer the picture is. Oh, for sure, I take great pleasure in seeing and discussing the script inconsistencies - don't we all? But to me and as I see it, this is the tip of the iceberg. The bar I set myself for public happenings, statements and all the shit show is very low. It avoids undue disappointment and even allows me to be relaxed about it. Not always. Not a perfect strategy. But it is my way of managing it and so far, it works.

Take at least a day off Tumblr. Think of it as detox. I can guarantee you will see it way clearer. I wish you well, Anon. And I really hope my long, long answer helped at least a little bit.

#anon #fandom #shitshow

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sulfurz · 9 months

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ೃ༄ VERY CONVINCING (edge x fem!reader)

ೃ༄ PAIRING: edge x fem!reader

ೃ༄ REQUESTED BY: @slutforoscarisaac

could you possibly write a one shot with heel!fem! reader and judgment day edge? edge wants reader to join judgement day but she refuses (cause she’s an independent badass) on live tv which pisses edge off. so after their segment edge follows reader to her locker room to convince her to join. if you could please add your little sprinkle of nsfw that would be amazing!

ೃ༄ WARNINGS: sprinkle of nsfw n slight aggression

ೃ༄ WORD COUNT: 2.6k

ೃ༄ NOTE: i have not proofread this so excuse how messy it is. it’s messy in general tbh i’m sO SORRY but my god i am very attracted to this man (i’m actually gay and ace but that’s just his power)

standing in ring, mic in hand as you listened to the boos of the crowd shouldnt been have exhilarating as it was. but as you surveyed the arena, one hip jutted out to the side to see the majority of those around you jeering and giving you disapproving gestures, you couldn’t help the smile that crept onto your face. it probably seemed menacing to the crowd, a sadistic show that you felt no guilt for the betrayals you had done, but truthfully? you could get used to being so hated. most great wwe legends had this period in their career, and seeing your name up on this lists made it all worth it.

backstage, you had your friend and the crowds you stuck around. in the ring? the only allegiance you pledged was to yourself, and the audience were well aware by now that this loyalty to your own cause ran deep enough to turn on those who appeared to be your allies. you had a goal — the belt — and you didn’t care what you’d have to do to get to it.

“missed me?” you asked the wwe universe, satisfied with the heckles you received in response. your break had only been short, simply recovering from a surface wound doctors had advised needed time to heal over, but you had wasted no time in ambushing one of your fellow superstars backstage on your return, and the fans were shown once again you were back and undeterred from your backstabbing saga.

taking a few steps forward, your leant against the ropes that surveyed the right side of the arena.

“it seems in just a month you’ve all forgotten who runs this show huh? hope my little display reminded you all.” you growled out, voice as sultry as you could manage. you were a villain they loved to hate, after all. “i’m getting pretty fed up of you all doubting me. how many times do i have to prove i’m the best before you start to believe me?”

your taunts were welcomed with angry calls, coupled with the occasional fan who cheered as they stuck by your side. those that loved the underdog always made themselves known.

you were just about to launch into the purpose of your promo when the arena went dark again, and the first sign of trouble was when the animated wings spread ferociously across the screen at the back of the stage. really, with the track you were on, you should have expected this sooner.

still, nothing could have quite prepared you seeing the newly drafted judgement day appear at the opposite end of the arena to you, damian and rhea flanking their leaders side as edge honed his attention directly on you.

he looked so eerie in the dark, an unsettling feeling settling momentarily in your stomach as you dragged your eyes over the kingpin of the stable. he only smirked back menacingly as they made their way towards you.

as expected, playing their role as perfect lackeys, rhea and damian took their places either side of the ring, ready to jump incase you made a break for it — but not edge. oh no, he climbed into the ring gracefully, not stopping until he was a mere foot away from where you had returned to stand front and centre of the stage. from here, he towered over you, something you were sure on camera looked more intimidating than most things wwe had seen.

lifting a mic to his lips, judgement days leader began his proposition, not breaking eye contact once. “you’ve made your statement y/n. you’ve got what you wanted — an opportunity.”

after an intense stare down, edge stepped away from you, and suddenly you could breathe again as he paraded the ring in a circle around where you stood.

“you have a lot of things to offer: the heart, the mindset, the strength — but what you haven’t got? a lot of allies.” you daren’t turn your head fully to look at him, feeling how the intimidating (yet, gorgeous) man stopped behind you. all you were willing to give was a weak glance to your side to see rhea grinning in the darkness. “you could be so powerful if placed with the right people. you have everything it takes, but way too many enemies to take them all down at once.”

edge circled back around, acting like a vulture as it waited for its prey’s final breath. they were determined to wear you down, but you steeled yourself as you let the man continue.

“you have no aid, and when those you’ve betrayed turn on you — well.” edge chuckled to himself, sinister and gravelly in a way that went straight through you. “i’d hate to have a front row seat to your downfall when you could have had so much more.”

poking your tongue into the side of your cheek, you stretched out your neck as you inserted yourself back in the conversation. “your side getting cold, mister? need another body to warm your titleless stampede?” you sneered, finding satisfaction in the glare edge sent you in response. “if you think i’d join your faction just because i’m alone then you don’t know me at all.”

edge clenched his jaw, taking a step towards you as another chant was ignited amongst the crowd. “i know you’re a smart woman, y/n. i think you know we could be the leg up you need to finally take what’s yours. and i must say you’d be better to have us as allies than enemies.”

you pretended to mull it over, but your decision had already been made from the moment you saw them appear. you had gone it alone thus far, and if anything, it was now a matter of proving to yourself, and everyone who doubted you that you could do it.

“do you know what i think when i hear you talk, edge?” this time, it was you who took a step forward, crowding edge where he stood. you had to look up to speak directly to him, but your presence was large enough to veto the difference. “i hear a man who is scared. you all know perfectly well what i’m capable of. none of you could come out to face me one on one, so you just had to band together to prove a point.”

you clicked your tongue before continuing.

“that’s the difference between you and me. i’ve been doing this alone. my enemies don’t try to get to me because they know it’s a losing battle. and i’ll promise you something else,” you placed a hand against his chest for effect, sliding it steadily down until it rested on his sternum “when i win this, alone, without your pathetic help, you’ll be the first person i mention in my thank you speech.”

with that, you dropped your mic to the ground, giving an exaggerated curtsy that had long become your signature, before you clambered out of the ring and made your way down the catwalk to the familiar sound of your music. even those who hated you couldn’t help but cheer after the display, and you weren’t about to stick around to see how judgement day picked up the pieces of your rejection.

there was a certain level of pride in your actions, knowing you had stuck to your own guns. you had barely even faltered when cornered by the hall of famer, and you could use that as a testament to your determination. the congratulations you received from various superstars and company men as you headed backstage (even paul heyman stopped to praise you?!) certainly told the promo had been an overall success despite the interrupt.

there would be a lot to sort at a later date, surely some damage control that your manager would be responsible for, but for now you deserved a shower, and maybe some takeout.

the locker room welcomed you with a familiar squeak of the door, finding the room which you shared with just two others empty due to their lack of scheduling at the company tonight. these were you favourite shows, when you could stretch and take as much time as you needed, no fear of others bursting inside whilst you were kid costume change.

or at least, you thought.

it was just as you were brushing through your hair with your hands, a button down shirt hanging open on your frame over the underwear that the door opened with a clatter. you moved to cover yourself, and scream at whoever was entering unannounced, but then you turned to see the figure standing in the doorway.

edge stared you down, eyes only leaving yours when he took the opportunity to take in the sight of your half dressed body. you buttoned up the mid section of your shirt on instinct, stepping back to your back as the judgement days leader closed the door behind him.

“my answer is still no.” you muttered, trying your best to ignore how he locked the door behind him.

“i know.” he hummed, playing with the bottom of his suit jacket. you had to turn back to your things to avoid his cold gaze “you made that pretty clear with your attempt to embarrass me.”

“nothing personal, sweetheart.” you taunted, surely adding insult to injury.

edge gave a faint growl, suddenly crowding behind you a lot like how he had in the ring. you felt a tug to the hem of your shirt, slapping his hand away before you were even fully turned to face him. he was closer to you now, having chest nearly colliding with your own when you whipped around to shoot him a glare. but all your possible retorts died in your throat when you saw how he was staring at you.

like he wanted to eat you alive.

“oh trust me, sweetheart, i know. to turn down such an opportunity on a personal grudge? now you’d have to be more stupid than i first thought.” one of his hands reached up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, but it wasn’t sweet in the way most would take that action, it was a fight for ownership.

you stepped back in an attempt to put some space between you and the man, but were met by the bench against the back of your knees, almost causing you to tumble. just before you could slam down against the seat and the hard wood of the locker spaces, an arm was around your waist, steadying you but leaving very little room to breathe.

“get off me.” you whispered, no real heat to your own request.

he knew that too, lips curling in a smirk as he realised he had you right where he wanted you. “you don’t want that, do you, y/n?”

steeling yourself, you choked out an unconvincing “i do”, and just to prove a point, edge released his grip just enough to allow you to slip.

you weren’t proud of how quickly you reacted, grabbing at the collar of the black suit to keep yourself upright and igniting a low chuckle from the man in front of you.

once you had steadied yourself, he was the one to move to release your hands from his collar. you thought he might move back after having made his point, but he didn’t make any attempt to even release his hold on you, instead, taking a step forward until your back was curved as it pushed against the hard wooden beam behind you. the only things holding you up now were the angle and the way you levelled your legs against his.

he used the position to his advantage, sliding his knee in between your thighs, knowing you couldn’t push him away for fear of falling. one of his hands came around your body, not quite touching in a way that would provide pressure, but dancing along your bare thigh enough to pull goosebumps from your skin.

“your little stunt has caused quite the rift amongst us.” he growled, low and rough as his eyes raked your upper body. the top of your shirt had slipped open enough now that you were sure he had the perfect line of view of your chest. “i think you owe me an apology. what do you say?”

his free hand, the one that wasn’t teasing your thigh, journeyed back up your body, coming around rest on the back of your waist. you couldn’t help but arch on instinct, head lifted enough that the space between your faces was almost minimal. he leant forward, breath ghosting over your lips as you mustered as much power as possible to whisper a half hearted “fuck you.”

edge chuckled again in response, hand on your waist giving a firm squeeze before his lips were on your neck. your brain was screaming to move away, but the pleasant sensation that rushed through your body told you otherwise. “you’d like that wouldn’t you.” he mumbled against your skin, trailing a line of kisses down the side of your neck and across your clavicle. you couldn’t help the gasp that slipped out as he attached his lips to the bottom of your throat, nipping at the skin there “tell me to stop, babygirl, and i will.”

there was your out, all you needed was to say the word and, despite his harsh acting exterior, the gentleman inside would stop. but you both knew you couldn’t, not with how his hand massaged at your waist, and his lips sucked what would surely be a bruise come the morning into your sensitive neck.

“edge,” you whispered out, hands coming around his neck to tug him closer. he obliged, hand around your waist pulling you up and flush against his body. the movement caused just enough pressure of his knee against your crotch, and the involuntary groan that left your mouth was welcomed by him smashing his lips against yours.

he kissed you ferociously, not wasting any time before sliding his tongue into the mix. then, your feet were off the floor and legs wrapping tightly around his waist as he pushed your back against the locker spaces once more, his waist pressed firmly against yours so that you could feel just how affected he was. you were sure you weren’t much better, feeling the way your body reacted on instinct to the man’s touch.

he supported you enough with his thigh to release one hand from under you to practically undo the two buttons holding your shirt together with an expert flick. the air conditioning hit your body once more, and for someone who wrestled in underwear, you had never felt more exposed than now.

“still not joining.” you mustered up enough courage to whisper the rejection again, gasping loudly when edge used your distraction to cleverly unhook your bra. it didn’t slip off due to the issue of your shirt still being over your arms, but he seemed pleased with himself as he kissed down your chest.

the hand that had worked the magic on your top trailer down your centre, teasing finger pressing until he reached the hem of your underwear. he attached his lips momentarily to your left breast, before his hand found its goal and he cupped your heat through your underwear, a snarky “even now?” breathed into your skin.

you couldn’t help the moan that tore out of you once again as edge slipped your underwear to one side, but this time all that followed was a chuckle of your own as you used your hands to direct his head upwards. just before you collided your lips together once more, you punctuated your laugh with a sly “actually, you’re very convincing.”

#✍🏻 requests : slutforoscarisaac #wwe x reader #wwe imagines #wwe edge #edge x reader #edge imagines #edge imagine #edge scenario #wwe edge x reader #adam copeland #mentions of :#rhea ripley #damian priest

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week of november 26th, 2023

these are written predominantly for the *rising* signs but they are also intuitively "channeled" enough that they should work for any dominant energy you have! (try your sun if you don't know rising, or more advanced readers can try moon, anywhere you have a stellium, etc and see what works best for you!)

aries: it is a relationships week for you, friend. if you're in a long distance situation it may move closer somehow, or vice versa. it echoes old fears and joys. make the conscious choice about which patterns to keep and which to discard.

taurus: your vibe of the week is soul mate stuff, including but not limited to romantic soul mates and big twin flame vibes. try to keep your wits about you as you enjoy the heady cocktail of venusian nodal activity; some bad habits might be tempted to arise. only follow them if you really really want to.

gemini: the first half of your week is vibrantly influenced by a full moon, focused on your relatlionships between yourself and others. it may be fun and sociable or chaotic and disruptive but by the end of the week you have a clearer picture of where you are, what you want, and how great the chasm between. or are you already over there?

cancerians: the full moon at the start of the week would have you in a gym or making a healthy meal, with the equipment or the kitchen as a holy temple. by the end of the week you're engaged in a serious, hopefully not too heavy conversation with a partner or potential one.

leo: spend a while this week getting your schedule and finances in order. take concrete steps to pay down debt if you have it, or if you have debts owed to you it's good to be generous about them at this time.

virgo: monastic life beckoning as it sometimes does to you? just infuse a little bit, a small dosage, into your life. resist the urge to run off and join a convent or a strange magical order. mundane life really does need you.

libra: some weeks are sparklier than others. this one is more of a radioactive glow, which is probably less your speed. very "pretty but deadly" vibes which you *can* embody to your benefit, but don't let them otherwise be used against you, as you're also susceptible at this time to such charms.

scorpio: your powers are subtle this week. you have a penetrating gaze. it makes people uncomfortable. but if you look away, you're letting people off the hook. sometimes that's what you want! if it's not, then make all the eye contact you want. they won't be able to quite place why they seem to have fallen under your spell.

sagittarius: mercury at the critical degree at the end of your sign and moving into early capricorn involves some aspects that can really bring down your mood overall this week. a full moon may or may not help. shift things in a helpful direction by really taking good care of yourself, like you were a sweet little baby who needs the fuss.

capricorn: early this week a full moon inspires you to put real effort into yourself, a bodily and spiritual glow up if you will. mercury then moves into your sign making you charming and eloquent. you are the magician of the tarot this week.

aquarius: while it's decidedly a not-very-aquarian week at the moment the air vibes all around can still certainly be leveraged to your advantage. you have good fortune in love, romance, creativity, philosophy, and academic progress.

pisces: highly mutable vibes normally don't shake you but this week is so mutable as to almost knock you off your feet. or it would, if you weren't already floating off in the ether somewhere. when you look back down you may suddenly develop a fear of heights. but it's okay, you always land gracefully.

#astrology #horoscopes #weekly horoscopes #horoscope #weekly horoscope #signs #zodiac #aries #taurus #gemini #cancer #leo #virgo #libra #scorpio #sagittarius #capricorn #aquarius #pisces

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Inumaru Touma Rabbitube Mini - Rabbit Chat

Please note that I am not a professional translator and I'm only doing this to share the side materials to those who cannot access them, if you notice any mistakes please let me know nicely. Enjoy!

Inumaru Touma: Thanks for your hard work! I’m messaging because I have a question for you two

Inumaru Touma: It's not urgent, so please reply whenever you have time!

Inumaru Touma:

Rokuya Nagi: Hi, Mister Inumaru. I'm in invincible mode now that I won the gacha. I'll gracefully respond to any questions you might have.

Yuki: There are lives that can be saved with such trivial rabbichatting.

Rokuya Nagi: Translation: He’s probably in the middle of composing. Sougo sometimes comes to the living room and stares at us with a face like a bodhisattva.

Inumaru Touma: What?! Are you okay!?

Yuki: I’m fine. Does Minami-kun ever enter composition hell mode?

Inumaru Touma: Oh, not sure. Minami tends to eat more than usual when composing so maybe that’s that?

Yuki: Maybe he just doesn’t show it when he struggles. It could be a good distraction, so send him a message.

Inumaru Touma: Got it...! Then I'll ask the question right away!

Inumaru Touma: So for the Rabbimini celebration, should we wear suits?

Inumaru Touma: We've reserved a high-end French restaurant to match the theme, so I'm wondering if it’d be best to dress formally for the occasion…

Rokuya Nagi: Hm, I see. I have a suit that I recently had tailored at a friend's store and it’s almost done, so I’ll be wearing that!

Rokuya Nagi: It's not an overly formal restaurant, so I think it's okay to be a little casual :-)

Yuki: Not a big fan of tight suits either so I won't wear something too formal. It’s all about the silhouette, right?

Inumaru Touma: Somewhat casual, all about the silhouette... Oh shit, now I'm even more confused!! I'm not used to this kind of thing 😭

Inumaru Touma: I asked Tora earlier, and he advised me to "be confident and go for burgundy”... Ain't that too flashy…?

Yuki: Burgundy is nice. It suits you

Rokuya Nagi: Oh, a passionate color!

Rokuya Nagi: Since it's a private room, you don't have to worry too much. We could do a little fashion show with the theme of "What to wear to a French restaurant"! 🤩

Inumaru Touma: A fashion show!?

Yuki: Wait a minute. That would put me at a pretty huge disadvantage

Rokuya Nagi: Oh, then how about a green suit? I think you’ll look great in one!

Yuki: I don't have a green suit... I’ll bring Re:vale goods and accessories though...

Inumaru Touma: Hold on you’re joking right?! Please don't look so disappointed! 😆💦

Yuki: Touma-kun, have I ever joked before?

Inumaru Touma: Uh…well...

Inumaru Touma: N-no, you haven't… right...?

Yuki:

Rokuya Nagi: The key to succeed is to bring out the celebrity within you >:-P

Inumaru Touma: But I still gotta compete against real celebs… 😨

Inumaru Touma: Okay, I'll bring a fan like in Rabbimini! It looks sophisticated!

Yuki: Good idea. How about some sharp-looking sunglasses while you're at it

Inumaru Touma: For sure! A burgundy suit with a fan and sunglasses! The final boss of fashion! ✨

Yuki: Will you dance with the fan again?

Inumaru Touma: Of course ‼ It's a fashion show ‼

Yuki: !.,

Rokuya Nagi: Cut! Mister Yuki seems to have reached his limit.

Yuki: Sorry, I couldn't help but laugh imagining it. You don't have to dance. Just bring the funny fan and sunglasses.

Inumaru Touma: You're calling them funny goods now! It was a joke after all huh lol

Rokuya Nagi: It's a joke, please wear whatever you want to wear 😎

Rokuya Nagi: My friend Thorvald suggested a Japanese restaurant that suits this launch’s theme perfectly. It’s a surprisingly nice place.

Rokuya Nagi: and takes Mister Yuki's dining preferences into consideration ☺

Inumaru Touma: Wow, I see! I'm amazed that Rabbimini is followed by such important people! Please convey my gratitude!

Yuki: Thor-chan, you're the best. I'll hold a fan and put on a fashion show.

Rokuya Nagi: I’ll tell you about the show later :-))))

Inumaru Touma: But I'm just a commoner, I might get too nervous to appreciate it! 😂

Yuki: Back in our indie days, Momo and I lived on bean sprouts every day. It's okay.

Inumaru Touma: W-were you struggling that bad..!?

Yuki: Well I learned efficient ways to grow bean sprouts at that time.

Rokuya Nagi: Bean sprouts, the mysterious beans that grow back even when you cut them!

Rokuya Nagi: They looked cute, so Riku named one "Myo-chan" and raised it in the dorm.

Inumaru Touma: Myo-chan, huh! my mom use to grow them too!

Yuki: Momo told me that talking to plants makes them grow well, so we used to say things like "You look beautiful today" and "You’re growing up brimming with health, did you fall in love with someone" to it every single day. It grew into a splendid pea pond.

Rokuya Nagi: Wow, I’m going to change the way I look at Myo-chan from here on out. It supported Re:vale greatly 🥺

Inumaru Touma: Wait, did your bean sprouts really turn into pea ponds?! They're completely different!

Rokuya Nagi: YES! It's kinda like card evolutions in games.

Yuki: I wonder why the ones in Touma-kun’s house didn’t evolve.

Inumaru Touma: I didn't know!!!! I didn't like peas when I was a kid!

Inumaru Touma: I heard that the insides are seeds so I thought they’d grow in my stomach lol but now I know they don’t lolol

Yuki: They sure do.

Inumaru Touma: Huh?

Yuki: Nagi-kun.

Rokuya Nagi: OH,,

Rokuya Nagi: In ancient Europe, there was a story about some people who became millionaires by extracting beans that grew in their stomachs and exchanging them for money or something like that.

Inumaru Touma: Seriously?

Yuki: Most of them get digested, but there are extremely rare cases where they remain and grow inside the body. They don't affect your health either.

Inumaru Touma: Whaaaat!!!!!!!!!

Yuki: Isn’t that a dream come true.

Inumaru Touma: Myo-chan is too amazing?!?!

Rokuya Nagi: It's been researched for years by the "World Peas Association” but it hasn't been completely understood yet, or something like that.

Inumaru Touma: Wow, what's up with that association!?

Yuki: Nice one, Nagi-kun.

Rokuya Nagi: I’m working overtime to support my seniors.

Inumaru Touma: I'm in the dressing room with Mina, so I'll ask if he knows about the association!

Yuki: ah

Rokuya Nagi: Senpai's fun time is over:-P

Inumaru Touma: Mina just told me “aren't you the only one who doesn't know that name" !!!! everyone knows about it!!

Rokuya Nagi: Mister Natsume...

Yuki: Sorry, Touma-kun, Nagi-kun. Let's end it here.

Inumaru Touma: End???

Yuki: The thing about beans growing inside the stomach and the association are jokes. But thanks to Nagi-kun playing along we sounded really believable

Inumaru Touma: Eh, there's no association?! But Mina said he knew about it

Inumaru Touma: Ah—- Mina is giggling lolololol

Rokuya Nagi: I apologize. Mister Inumaru believed everything too easily.

Yuki: Nagi-kun, your mind works fast.

Inumaru Touma: So I can eat peas peacefully?! 😭✨

Yuki: Eat plenty

Rokuya Nagi: Mister Yuki, your mood seems to have improved for the composition 😌

Inumaru Touma: I see!!! so that's how it is !!!! That's why you also played along, Rokuya!

Inumaru Touma: If I could be of help to you, Mister Yuki, then I'm glad !! If Mina seems to be struggling, I'll try doing the same thing!

Yuki: Everyone is kind and nice

Rokuya Nagi: What about Mister Natsume? How will you deal with his mood changes?

Inumaru Touma: Let me think

Inumaru Touma: There's a group conducting surveys on ramen lovers, udon lovers, and soba lovers, or something ‼ Mina would probably be surprised, right!?

Rokuya Nagi: Hm, it might create some rivalry, but maybe Mister Natsume needs that kind of stimulation.

Yuki: I’ll keep an eye on him.

Inumaru Touma: Man, I'm so looking forward to it! The celebration and Mina's surprise! 😆😆

Rokuya Nagi: I'm starting to feel nervous.

Yuki:

Inumaru Touma:

#idolish7 #i7 #idolish7 translation #inumaru touma #rabbitube mini #rabbitchat #orikasa yukito #yuki re:vale #nagi rokuya

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the-cookie-of-doom · 5 months

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“We’re coming,” Kim sighs, pushing himself up. He climbs gracefully out of the hot tub, giving Chay ample opportunity to stare at his broad shoulders and the tanned expanse of his back, tapering down to his narrow waist, and the tight shorts clinging to his—

No.

Kim turns, blessedly, and Chay exhales In relief. His next breath catches in his throat when Kim reaches back for him. Chay only hesitates for a moment before he takes the offered hand and lets Kim pull him out of the water. He nearly slips, only to be steadied by a second hand on his elbow, and Kim standing far too close. They aren’t touching outside of those two points of contact. It's already too much. He wouldn’t survive anything more.

“Careful,” Kim warns him, then lets go, taking his hands away from Chay’s body, leaving sparks in his skin.

Chay doesn’t think he breathes again until Kim leaves. He doesn’t even notice Kim stole his towel.

Macau watches him the entire time with his mouth open and his brows drawn down, his nose scrunched up. “Dude.“

“Huh.”

“That’s my cousin.”

“Yeah.”

“Can you stop eye-fucking him in front of me?”

Emboldened by the first real conversation he’s had with Kim since his arrival, Chay turns a bright, achingly wide smile on Macau, and cheerfully says, “Maybe you should turn around.”

“Ugh! I swear, you’re worse than Vegas. I should have left your ass behind.”

“Probably,” Chay agrees. He would have missed this precious opportunity to see most of Kim’s bare body in person—and Wik never shows skin—but he couldn’t miss what he’d never had, and he would at least have maintained his dignity. Chay has no doubt that by the time this trip ends, he’ll be picking pieces of his self-respect up off the floor, but until then? He’s going to enjoy the ride.

#cookie writes #kimchay #this is part of the dead friends forever AU #a few days after their prickly meeting

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tojikai · 2 years

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Dodging a Bullet

Pairing: Toji x Reader

Home Series: Reincarnation of Toji, Y/N...and some troubles.

Genre: Angst with happy ending

Warnings: mentions of cheating, explicit smut

MDNI.

They met again in another life. They met her again in another life.

Will history repeat itself?

"Excuse me, but what's your name?" Toji asked as curiosity took over him, lowering his glasses a bit to get a good look at the person standing in front of him.

They hired many new employees last week, and now a hot chick is standing before him.

And it's not Y/N, by the way.

"I'm Hana, Sir." The lady smiled charmingly, looking at him directly in the eyes. Long legs, fair skin, bright eyes, and auburn locks. Definitely eye-catching, Toji thought, sitting up straight from his seat.

"Oh, you must be one of the new employees. Thought I haven't seen you around." He nodded while taking the papers from the woman's hands, scanning her face.

It's normal, Toji thought, glancing up over his glasses to the waiting-woman in front of him. Her fingers are intertwined in front of her. The office attire makes her curves stand out, and her—

Toji remembered his girlfriend, Y/N.

She's now officially his girlfriend. He shouldn't be checking other girls out like this. No matter how appealing they may be. His girlfriend is already beautiful. There's no need to gawk at these other women. He thought, or more like reminded himself.

Toji's never been in a serious relationship before, so having someone as his 'official' girlfriend is still a new feeling to him. A serious relationship is an unfamiliar terrain, a territory he crossed just for Y/N. And no matter how foreign this thing is to him, he knows that loyalty and trust are a must.

But the woman is pretty. It's only normal to be attracted to them. Just because he got attracted doesn't mean he doesn't love his girlfriend. Hana is simply...eye-catching.

Toji reasoned internally, convincing himself that what he was doing was simply natural. It's natural to be intrigued by pretty things...right?

It's not like he's thinking of cheating on his girlfriend. The thought of it made his eyebrows furrow and his guts churn.

"Alright, these are fine. Please, tell them to send me a soft copy of this and the report they made last month. I need it." He spoke as kindly as possible despite the annoyance he felt with himself.

"Okay, sir, thank you." The lady bowed slightly before continuing as she smiled sweetly at him,

"Please, do tell me if you have more requests, Sir. It is my duty to oblige."

Okay, that's a bit weird. Toji was baffled as he looked down at the other papers, his eyes slightly widening.

Why would she say that? It's not like she's my secretary? He thought before arguing with himself.

Maybe she's just being polite.

"Ah, there's nothing more as of the moment. If I need something, I'd just ask my secretary so you can focus on your work. Thank you." He said quickly as if he was trying to outrun his mind from saying 'yes' to the pretty woman in front of him.

Hana smiled again, batting her lashes at him very, very lightly, enough for it to go unnoticed. Her boss is hot. How could she not try to impress? She turned to leave as gracefully as she could, seductively swaying her hips to emphasize her curves.

"Uh, Actually," Bingo. Toji called out just as she had reached the door.

"There's uhm...uh, something you can fetch on your way out. Can you bring it to me?" Hana smiled, knowing that she'd get another chance to come back and make a move.

She looked back at him, and he was now standing up. He's built like a God.

"Can you fetch me the blue folder, three rooms from here? It's on top of the table." He requested, making gestures with his hands to show her the direction.

She can see his biceps flex, and damn, she should probably do more than just strut around the building.

"Sure, Sir. Of course." She said, tucking her hair behind her ear, trying hard to make it look natural and habitual.

Toji nodded once at her with a small smile as he sat back down. As she was about to turn around, the door opened, revealing a woman, also in office attire. She stared at her before smiling, which she gladly returned.

What pissed Hana off was how she walked casually inside, heading straight to Toji with a small 'Hey.'

Just..who is this girl?

Hana's irritation was further fueled when she saw Toji stand up, a smile gracing his handsome features, and it was definitely a different type of smile than the one he gave her earlier.

"I got my paperwork done earlier than I expected." The girl spoke softly, glancing at Hana as she stood beside his table, not coming closer to Toji.

He's got a girlfriend? She suspected but was not quite sure. Maybe that's a close friend or a trusted person in the company?

"Hana, we're heading out right now. You can just place it here after you fetch it. Thanks."

He's now walking to get his coat from the rack, and Hana can't do anything but nod and let out a small 'Yes, sir.' Her eyes secretively follow his hand as it rests on the small of the girl's back.

She had ruined my first day already.

She thought as she turned around to walk out the door, rolling her eyes slightly. She felt like her plans of getting closer to her boss have already crumbled. However, Hana is a woman who understands her strengths and knows how to put them to use.

Even married couples fall apart...

She thought as she entered the room her boss told her about. The frown on her face slightly straightened up at her thoughts.

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"I've never seen that lady before," Y/N spoke, rushing past Toji to push the door on her own. Toji chuckled endearingly as she struggled to shove the glass door to the cafe open. Her upper body leaning onto it as she tries to open it using her weight.

"Let me do it, pretty girl." Toji interrupted her efforts by quickly holding the door open with one hand and looking down at her with hooded eyes.

He's so sexy. It's these moments that get her cheeks burning.

"And yeah, she's new. Today's her first day, actually. Her name's Hana." He explained as they entered. Y/N mouthed an 'oh' as her eyes scanned the place for a seat before pouting.

God, She'll be the death of me. If they weren't in such a public place, he would've made out with her right there and then.

They found a seat and ordered as Y/N talked about her work, teasing Toji that he makes his people do so much work that they should go on a week-long company trip as compensation.

"Love, we pay those people. That's the compensation right now." He countered her while giggling, immensely amused by her comical attempts of guilt-tripping him into giving them a surprise vacation.

"The week-long trip will have to wait until the holidays." He winked at her, nodding slightly as she continued to eat, playfully narrowing her eyes at him.

As much as Toji likes hearing her voice, he still enjoys quiet moments like this. When he can just watch her and take in the graceful way she moves and memorize her little mannerisms. He wasn't just sweet-talking when he said that he feels like he has to catch up for all the years he spent without her.

It's been a couple of months since they unveiled their relationship. Y/N's colleagues were speechless when he showed up with her one movie night. They thought they had just run into each other, but their eyes almost popped out when he pulled her by the waist.

Toji can understand their reactions, though. No one suspected them of dating because of how subtle they were. The only times they met were when only the two of them were in the company building, so no one ever caught them.

It's not like they had to hide from anyone. It's just that they don't want anyone in their business. But now, it feels nice to walk around the city, holding hands, in broad daylight.

"Hana's really pretty." Y/N abruptly said as they were crossing the street towards their building. Toji gave her a quick glance from the corner of his eyes, checking her reaction.

"Well...yeah." He gently pulled her by her upper arms to move her to his other side, away from the street and the vehicles.

"But you're prettier." He continued as he took her hand, squeezing it three times. He doesn't know why he felt the need to reassure her, but he did. He saw a quizzical look flash on her face before it disappeared just as quickly.

"Well...thanks. But I just really thought she was pretty, no other intentions behind it, don’t stress it." She said nudging his side teasingly before smiling up at him.

Y/N doesn't want Toji to think that she's trying to test him by asking questions like this. There really is no purpose behind her statement. Just a fleeting thought about the new face in the company. She trusts him.

Remembering his thoughts about the woman earlier 'caused Toji to absently squeeze Y/N's hand again, bringing it up to his lips to give it a peck. They were already in front of her company building when he urged her to walk past it, insisting that they should walk for a bit more before returning.

He doesn't want to run into Hana anytime soon.

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Days went by like a breeze. Toji encountered Hana every day, despite how big the building was. They just always seem to be in the same place.

Yesterday morning, he bumped into her on his way to the office, and she offered to bring him coffee which he gladly accepted, even though he already had some.

He's just trying to be polite, he thought. She was being kind, and I'd feel bad if I turned her offer down.

She brought it to his office, and they had a chat. He could not understand why he participated in a casual conversation when he was supposed to be working, but he thought it was harmless and seldom, so he just went along.

"It must be nice to live in a penthouse. You can see everything!" She exaggeratingly said, a dreamy look playing in her hazel brown eyes.

"Your future wife would be so lucky." She stared at him, slightly tilting her head, and Toji stared back, nodding before blinking, remembering something.

Right. Y/N. Girlfriend.

"Y-yeah. She's on the 12th floor right now." He informed her as her mouth agape, nodding. Toji reminded himself to drop by Y/N's office during break time.

"Ooh, lucky." Hana gave him a radiant, over-the-shoulder smile as she turned to look around the frames inside his office. She complimented each of them, looking back at Toji every now and then. They talked for about 15 minutes before she excused herself, saying that the papers that she was getting copies of must be done already.

Toji relaxed in his seat as he replayed the conversation in his mind. She's lovely. He thought about how well she'd get along with Y/N. He smiled at the thought of his girlfriend, thinking about taking her out on a date when the day's over.

He wondered if Hana was seeing someone too.

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It was the middle of the week and about an hour before they all got off work, it was Hana again who brought the papers from their department. She was wearing the charming smile that always seemed to catch any person's eyes. She came to work wearing crimson red heels that perfectly highlighted her porcelain legs, and Toji is only a man.

He only looked because her thighs were bright, and the color of her shoes complimented them well.

Dammit. Toji clenched his jaws and pressed his fist to his forehead. He's not thinking of her like that. He just found himself looking, and now he's in a bad mood. He felt like a fucking pervert, and he felt worse when he remembered his girlfriend.

'My girlfriend is doing her best while I'm out here looking at other woman's legs.' He felt terrible. He felt so awful that half an hour before the clock struck 5, he was on his feet with his briefcase in hand, rushing towards his girlfriend's office.

Her colleagues greeted him as he entered with a smile, searching for her pretty face across the room.

"I'd have to snatch her 30 minutes earlier today. We have something to celebrate." He smiled at them, talking casually, which put his employees at ease.

"Oh, is that why you finished your documents earlier today, Y/N?" One of her friends teased, making the girl blush as she put her things in her bag.

"What? I just felt like working faster today." She spoke in a hushed tone that made Toji giggle a bit.

No, definitely not. She is just a diligent worker, and I'm here to take her home because I feel so fucking guilty for staring at someone else's thighs.

Toji answered inside his mind as the girl walked toward him with a coy smile on her face. She still gets shy when they're around her friends. He thinks it's cute, though.

And he also thinks her thighs are fucking amazing.

His eyes flew to them as she walked, and he felt a bit better from what he had done earlier. How could he look at others when he already has these?

He was covertly checking her out as she was walking toward him, and he knew that she knew it because when they walked out the door, she walked ahead and smiled sweetly over her shoulders.

He's going to ravage her.

He thought as he chuckled, shaking his head at her antics. They got in the elevator, and as the door was about to close, a woman rushed in. She grabbed onto Toji's arms as she stumbled to her feet, her chest pressed against his.

Hana was panting as she smiled awkwardly yet sweetly up at him before letting go of his arm and fixing herself to stand beside him.

'Great,' Toji thought as the last person he wanted to be in the elevator with giggled, muttering a 'Sorry, sir' as she stood next to him and bowed.

Y/N's eyes widened when her boyfriend caught the girl, feeling the tension as the two looked at each other with surprised eyes. Her heart throbbed with pain at the sight in front of her. She swallowed, disappointed with herself for feeling that way when the girl almost fell face forward. The least Y/N could do to save her from embarrassment was understand the situation.

Toji wouldn't say it, but he found Hana's way of interacting with him...bizarre. He just thinks that she's too comfortable around him compared to his other employees. Most people admitted to having felt slightly intimated when they first encountered him. But Hana, she's almost confident around him, which piqued his curiosity even more.

Toji smiled back at her. Y/N did too, but Hana did not look at her. She was a bit dismayed because she really wanted to befriend her. Maybe she's just shy. Y/N thought, pursing her lips and staring at the elevator door as it showed their reflection.

"Hmm...Must be nice to get off work earlier than usual, Sir." Hana suddenly spoke teasingly, making Toji turn his head to see her grinning up at him.

She's standing close. As close as his girlfriend.

"I'm just kidding," She tittered, "You deserve all the rest since you work so hard, Sir."

Toji chuckled at her, clearly amused by her friendly behavior. He partially turned his body towards her, unintentionally covering Y/N's view of Hana.

"Well, I do work hard, thank you. But I rarely get off work early. Don't want my employees thinking that I'm just having a good time while they work their butts off." He joked back, making the pretty girl laugh, stepping even closer to him.

The two joked around during the short time that they were in the elevator, with Toji's occasional glances at Y/N as an attempt to not make her feel out of place. She just smiled back at them. Or...just him. Hana didn't really acknowledge her.

It was awkward, and her previous giddy mood got a bit spoiled already.

She didn't know they were close.

She even patted his shoulder when they got off the elevator and went separate ways. She thought of it as a friendly gesture. She did not want to be the overthinker in the relationship, so she kept it in.

"She's nice, ain't she?" Toji smiled at her as he looked back in the direction Hana went.

"Yeah, though she didn't really talk to me," Y/N said it like a joke, but it's true. She almost thought she was invisible because Hana's eyes did not even linger for a whole second on her.

"She's probably just shy. I mean, you don't see each other much, right?"

'And you do?' she wanted to ask him but prevented herself from doing so. She trusts him.

"Yeah, yeah, I guess." Y/N nodded, giving him a tight-lipped smile as he opened the car door for her. As she stared at her faint reflection in the tinted car window, she thought about the girl.

Hana is really pretty.

But she hopes that her boyfriend doesn't think she's prettier than her.

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Their schedules weren't very full during the following week. In fact, she had spent three consecutive nights at Toji's already because she didn't have to take her work home. The days were going so smoothly.

Until today, Y/N entered the elevator, going up to the floor of Toji's office. Before going straight to him, she stopped by the floor's staff room to make some coffee for him to go along with the pastries she ordered during lunch.

She was smiling from ear to ear, thinking about the newly opened cafe near their office and how she would ask him to go there later. However, her smile faded when she saw that Hana was already in his office, papers on her lap and two coffees on the table in front of them.

Toji's eyes flew up to her standing figure before he noticed the tray of coffee and pastry in her hand.

"Oh, I didn't know you'd be bringing me some, I already asked Hana to make some for me since she delivered some papers, and we're talking about her department's plans." He rushed, standing up to take the tray from her, kissing her cheek. It didn't ease the dull pain in her chest, though.

"I can't really spend today's break time with you, love. This is important, and she's asking for my help." He explained as Y/N saw Hana shift in her seat at the corner of her eyes. She glanced at her to see a small smile resting on her lips.

'That shade of red really suits her.' Y/N thought as she moved her eyes to Toji, who was still explaining.

It wasn't clear to her. The sounds around her seemed to deafen as the realization that her boyfriend was trying to send her out of his office during their break time hit her.

"No, it's alright. I should've informed you first. You can just share this with her. I'll just take my coffee so you two can continue." Her gentle voice took over Toji's deep one.

He stopped and stared at her. She smiled at him, as naturally and genuinely as she could, as she took her coffee from the tray in his hand.

"I'll see you later." She patted his arm and bowed at Hana, who took a sip of the coffee on the table.

The pain in her chest kept getting more and more prominent with each step she took away from her boyfriend's office. She was annoyed at herself for feeling like this when he was only doing his job, but she could not help it.

Is she being too jealous and insecure? Y/N felt selfish for wanting this time all to themselves. She felt terrible that she was thinking of someone like a villain when she was just trying to do better at her job. Y/N felt guilty for being upset with his boyfriend when he only wanted to help his employee.

But even if it wasn't his intention, she felt like he sent her out. Her heart was hurting, and the tears were threatening to fall from her eyes. She understands that it's work. She understands that this concerns the company but what she doesn't understand is why their meeting had to be during the short break that she could spend with him.

But Hana's really pretty. And she'd understand if her boyfriend would want to spend half an hour conversing with her.

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A month went by fast, and the heavy feeling in Y/N's heart was getting thicker along with her paperwork. The schedule was hectic, and her time with Toji decreased as they were both busy.

The elevator encounter and the break time drama made her think about some things more than she thought she would. And what she's seeing today is definitely not helping.

There, walking inside the building, is her boyfriend, Toji Zen'in, with two coffees in a drink carrier and a stunner smiling beside him.

Hana.

Y/N almost froze as she watched the scene happen several meters away. The two were chatting as if they were the best of friends.

I thought he only laughed at my jokes.

Y/N thought bitterly as Toji finally spotted her. He muttered a few words to Hana before rushing towards her, giving her a peck on the forehead.

She remembered telling him that he did not have to pick her up for work today because he's been up 'til 3 in the morning, and she didn't want to rush him just to pick her up from her condo.

"Hey, love, good morning." Toji greeted Y/N as his secretary greeted him, taking his bag.

"Here, how was your sleep?" He handed her the other coffee from the holder. Y/N thought that he must've noticed the look on her face. That's why he asked about her sleep.

"Just enough, at least I finished my papers, and we can finally go out." She sighed dramatically, trying to lighten up the mood. Her mood, to be exact.

"That's great, baby. But not later today, though. I got a meeting with Hana's team." He informed her, and her mood plunged again. She can't complain, though, because it is work.

"It's today at 5:15 pm. She wanted a direct consultation about her team's ongoing project since they're having difficulties with it." He took a sip of his coffee, putting a hand on the small of Y/N's back.

Okay, that's after work already. Y/N felt a pang in her chest, feeling rejected by her boyfriend. She misses him so much already. But she thought it wouldn't hurt to wait for him since she finally got some free time.

"Oh, that's fine. I can wait for you, then we can just go to your place so you can rest. Or whatever you want." Y/N suggested, subtly checking his reaction.

"Sounds good, love. I don't want to keep you waiting, though, are you sure?" Toji asked as they waited for the elevator. Y/N briefly scrunched her brows together at his question.

Why would he ask if she's sure? It felt like he didn't want her to wait for him. It felt like he only half agreed to her plans.

Y/N started to feel frustrated at herself. She doesn't want to think of her boyfriend like that. She mentally scolded herself, trying to push her thoughts away.

Is she being overly sensitive today? Maybe. Because she saw them walk in together.

"M-hm." Y/n hummed, not trusting her words. The elevator opened, and they got in. Y/N thought it was only right for her to ask why they were together. She's his girlfriend, after all.

"Is that what you two were talking about earlier?" She sounded calm. But inside, she was nervous about what his answer would be. They seem too happy to be talking about a company project.

"Ah no, that's not it." Her hands felt cold as her heartbeat increased in speed.

What is it, then? What were they talking about that he seemed so amused that it took him a minute to spot his girlfriend standing across the room?

"It's just casual talk. Just things like how the traffic sucks and stuff." He replied, taking her hand in his as if sensing the tension surrounding his girlfriend.

"Why?" He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, his eyes scanning her face. It lingered on her lips before flicking back to her eyes.

"Nothing, I just thought that was it. She seems really comfortable around you." She smiled up at him, rubbing her thumb on the skin of his hand.

Before he could reply, the elevator door finally opened, and a couple of employees greeted them as they stepped out. They went to his office just to have some time with each other before working hours officially started.

Toji kissed her as soon as they entered, taking her bag to place it down on the cabinet near the door. She knows that it is too early for this, but she misses him so much, and the situation with Hana is making her more frustrated.

She just wanted to leave the building with him and go on an unplanned trip to have him all to herself. She would never admit it, but she got jealous.

"Wait a minute, don't want you hurting yourself." Toji pulled away, chuckling and taking the coffee from her hand before placing their cups on his table. He smirked at her as he took off his coat, throwing it on his chair before taking long strides towards Y/N.

As they kissed, Toji's hand roamed around her body, and she found herself clinging to him with her legs wrapped around his waist and his hands on the back of her thighs. He sat on the couch near the big windows, allowing her to admire his defined facial features as the gentle sun shone down on them.

"I missed you. Spend the night at the penthouse." He pecked her lips as he tightened his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. He brushed back some strands of hair off her face as she continued to softly kiss him, humming at his suggestion.

They basked in each other kisses and caresses. And maybe a little grinding here and there until a knock on the door interrupted them. Sighing, Y/N got up from Toji's lap as he asked for the person behind the door, walking towards it with an irritated sigh.

Y/N was fixing her clothes when a soft voice made her stop.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't know she was here. Did I interrupt something, Toji—uh, Sir?"

Did Y/N hear her right? She called him by his name? They're that close?

"No, not at all. Come in. What is it?" Toji answered, brushing his hand over his shirt as he turned to look at Y/N, who's now facing them with a shy smile on her lips.

"I just thought I'd bring this in advance, Sir. They're a summary of what we'll consult you about later." Hana handed the papers to Toji. Her undivided attention is on him. Her eyes are focused on his face, ignoring the presence of his girlfriend on the other side of the room.

"And I just wanted to thank you for the ride earlier." Y/N was sure they could feel her stare because they both turned to look back at her. She just smiled and walked to the cabinet where her bag was placed on their way inside.

"Uh, yeah. It's nothing. We're going to the same place, anyway." Toji turned back to Hana, who was looking expectantly at him.

'He didn't mention it.' Y/N thought with her back facing them, pretending that she was looking for something in her bag.

He didn't mention that he gave her a ride to work. She thought they had just met outside the building and decided to come in together. Where did he pick her up?

Y/N wanted to cry. She felt like her boyfriend is starting to hide things from her. She bit her lips as they began to quiver, and the line of her eyes began to sting.

Is she overthinking again? He's probably just being nice to her.

"I'll be going now, Sir. I'll see you later?" She heard Hana say, the clink of her heels following after. She exited the room without saying anything to Y/N. It's not like she was expecting to be bowed to or something, but a simple smile could really put her heart at ease at that moment.

Two strong arms snaked around her waist as soon as the door clicked, and Toji's lips were against her nape.

"Sorry about that. I'd lock the door this time." Toji left trails of kisses on her neck up to the back of her ears, but she was feeling too bothered, unsettled, and hurt to give in to the warmth of his lips.

"It's time for work now, love. I gotta go. I'll just see you later." Y/N pecked his lips, her eyes cast down as she slid her bag up her shoulder, leaving him speechless.

Toji felt like coming after her but decided against it. He'll make sure to make it up to her later when they get home. He felt like he's neglected her so many times already.

And Hana was almost always involved.

Something about their situation felt familiar to Toji, but he could not pinpoint it, no matter how hard he thought as he sat on his office chair. He opened the documents and thought they'd just talk it through later.

He really needs to hear how Y/N's feeling about all of these. He knows that she has the tendency to keep things to herself. She's always putting him first, and she always finds reasons to understand his shortcomings.

He doesn't want to think that Hana is taking him away from his girlfriend. He doesn't want to think of her like that. She's just a hardworking person who always wants the best for her team and the company. And that is why she's doing her very best to make sure that he's always informed of their team's plan and even her colleagues' concerns.

She's just a diligent worker and a sweet girl.

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Hana was the only one to enter the room when the time of their meeting came. She held a couple more folders in her arms, an addition to the ones she brought earlier, smiling as she closed the door behind her. She ran a bit to reach his desk, bowing as she placed the documents in front of him.

"Hi, Sir. Sorry, they said they'd be a bit late and sent me here to inform you ahead of time." She sighed as she sat down in front of him.

"It's fine. We could wait for them." Toji suggested, pulling the papers towards him.

"Yes, Sir. Thank you for understanding." Toji remembered that Y/N said she'd be waiting for him. He did not want her to wait for long, but it seemed that it couldn't be helped. He made a mental note to buy something nice for her for everything she had to endure lately.

"How was your day?" He started a conversation, sitting back on his chair and looking at her.

Her hair was tied up today, and the neckline of her blazers exposed her collarbones. Toji's stare lingered for a second before he looked around the room.

"It was tiring, but it was worth it because I'm almost done with my assigned task."

She leaned forward on his desk, her elbows supporting her weight. The casual tone of their conversation made it seem like they'd known each other for a long time.

"What about you, Toji? Was today a tiring day?" Hana looked up at him, her eyes shining as she fiddled with her fingers. Toji found himself staring back at her. He doesn't remember when but at some point, he allowed her to call him by his name when they were alone.

"Yeah, there were a lot of papers to read and sign. I didn't even finish them. I'd just take them home." He answered, rubbing the back of his neck, sighing.

"I could give you a massage. It could help with muscle tension and stress." Hana offered, and Toji was supposed to say no, but how could he when she's staring and beaming hopefully at him.

"Well, they're not here yet, so...I guess it's fine. It could relax my mind before we start." He sat up straight as she smiled wider at him, standing up from her to move behind him.

"I always give my grandma a massage when I get off early from work." Her eyes followed his movements as Toji took off his suit jacket, leaving him in his dress shirt.

Hana couldn't help but bite her inner lip as the man sat back down. She didn't think he would agree this fast, but today seemed to be her lucky day. She even got a free ride earlier when they met at the coffee shop.

She actually spotted Y/N the moment they entered the building. She just chose to ignore her. She was having her time with him.

Her hands knead his shoulders, feeling his muscles relax under her touch. He felt the tension getting lifted up from them, making him close his eyes and let out a low grunt.

"Does it hurt here?" He heard Hana whisper near his ear, but the feeling was too calming that he could only sigh. He felt her chest press against his upper back, making him gulp. He had to remind himself that you're waiting for him.

"This feels great. But... Someone's waiting for me, you know?" He tried to talk as she continued to apply light pressure between his neck and shoulders.

She knew that it was his girlfriend who was waiting for him, but she thought about how it could all happen quickly. They'd probably be done before she comes up here. After all, she just needs to have him once before he comes back for more.

"It's okay. They could wait. This is free but only for today." Hana joked, giggling softly as he felt her hot breath on the shell of his ear.

She sounds so sexy. Toji thought as he felt the pleasure of having the tangled and tensed muscles in his body calm down. He opened his eyes and looked up at her only to find her face a few inches away from his. Her hot breath was fanning over his lips.

Toji looked at her mouth as she stared back intently at him, feeling her hands rub down his chest. Closer and closer.

Why does it seem like she's moving closer? Toji thought as her hand rose up, and he felt her thumb graze the skin on his neck.

Her lips were plump and full and red.

He wondered what would happen if he were to lean in and have a taste right now?

He was getting tempted as he saw her tilt her head, her eyes glancing at his lips as she moved closer and closer.

He had felt this before. The harsh beating of the heart on his chest. The heat rushed all over his body. The curiosity that pushes him to give in. And the most familiar of all is the guilt lingering in the back of his mind as he snaps out of what seems to be a hypnotic state.

He would lose her. The answer to his question.

If he were to lean in and kiss the lips of this woman in front of him, he would lose Y/N.

This scene, this situation. It all feels too familiar to make the same mistake twice.

Before he knew it, he was already on his feet and holding her by the shoulders to distance her away from him.

"Stop. Hana. What is this? This is not right." Toji panted as he let her go, stepping away from Hana, who looked like she was about to break down and cry.

"But— "She tried to interject, but Toji raised a hand at her, closing his eyes as his guilt and frustration with himself took over. It was eating him alive, making him sink right where he was standing.

"I have a girlfriend." Toji felt as though the world's weight was crushing him as he spoke those words. He has a girlfriend. A beautiful, loving, and faithful girlfriend. Yet, here he is. Almost giving in to another woman.

"I'm aware of that." Hana furrowed her brows as she started to tear up, "But I still went for you because I like you so much. Even if it meant losing my morality and dignity. "She sobbed, looking up at him with the softest eyes she could ever manage.

Is she really trying to justify her actions with that? Toji's eyes widened as he shook his head in disbelief. She could cry in front of him, but he is not falling for that.

He was caught off guard, but that was it. He thought she was attractive, but that was it. He's curious about a new face like her, but that was it. There's nothing more to that.

It was clear in Toji's mind what he had to do.

"This was what you were trying to do? All along?" He asked, still shocked at what she said. He pushed his hair back as he let out an exasperated sigh.

She intentionally got in between him and his girlfriend because she liked him. She was intentionally getting close to him because she wanted him.

So it wasn't a coincidence that she was involved in almost every situation where he'd been negligent of his girlfriend.

He felt so fucking guilty. The look on Y/N's face when he had to reject the snacks she brought for break time, the elevator encounter, and what happened earlier morning played inside his mind.

He wondered how she felt when she saw them laughing together in the lobby earlier.

His heart clenched at the thought of his girlfriend waiting there right now. He has to get to her immediately. He has to tell her about all of this. He has to make it up to her. He doesn't want to hide anything from her.

"Listen, Hana." He raised a hand in front of her, checking the proper distance between them as she wiped the tears that fell down her face.

"I've been nice to you because I saw how hardworking and caring you are for your colleagues, but that doesn't mean that I'd do something like this with you." He sternly spoke, making it clear that he was not planning on cheating on his girlfriend with her.

He loves Y/N so fucking much. How could he let this happen?

He might have prevented something from happening between him and Hana, but he's still angry at himself for almost giving in to his desires.

"I love my Y/N. And the last thing that I want to do is hurt her. "He walked towards his coat rack, getting ready to exit the room and run to his girlfriend.

"I don't want to fire you. Because I know that you work hard and are dedicated to your job. But the next time you try something, anything, whether with me or my girlfriend, I'm banning you from our building." He warned her, fixing the collar of his coat.

The reason why Toji decided not to ban her immediately was that he knew that he almost gave in too. He almost fell for it. He almost cheated on his lovely girlfriend, who did nothing but understand every situation she was put in. He blames himself for letting things get this far.

"I'm not having this meeting with you. If you still want to consult me about this project, send someone else." Toji held the door open, clearly waiting for the woman to exit.

Hana's eyes were still teary when she walked out of the room. She even looked at him as if begging him to give her a chance. But he could only give her a cold stare as a frown sets upon his lips.

She didn't know where she lacked, but she ensured that everything about her was perfect for him. Yet, she still failed.

What is in that Y/N, anyway? She thought as she entered the elevator.

She thought it would be easy for her since he showed interest. She saw his lingering stares; his gaze flew to her red lips and how they scanned her body every time she walked in that door. She thought that she could have even just a half of him.

But Toji loves his girlfriend more than Hana thought.

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After prancing around his office for a few minutes, Toji finally decided to leave and go to his girlfriend, who was patiently waiting for him in the lobby.

There she is, sitting on one of the brown chairs as the setting sun outside makes her hair color look lighter than it is. Her ankles are crossed as she looks down at the phone in her hands.

She's probably thinking about calling him before going to his office. Something that she shouldn't be doing because he had already told her that she could freely visit him whenever she wanted.

He made her feel like this. Toji furrowed his brows and swallowed the ache in his chest as he took a big step towards her, eager to hold her hands.

"Love, let's go. Were you waiting for long?" He brushed her hair over her shoulder, giving her a long kiss on the forehead.

Her eyes almost looked sad when they looked up at him, but she quickly covered it up by giving him a sweet smile as she shook her head.

"No, not at all." He knows that she's lying because the other employees already left about 30 minutes ago, and it's almost 6 pm now.

"Let's go home." He took her hand and pressed his lips onto it for a couple of seconds before pulling her to his side as they exited the building.

He'll do anything to compensate for all the times he made her feel lonely.

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"Toji..." Y/N moaned as she clenched her fist on his dark locks. His tongue was doing figures of 8 on her bud as his fingers part her wet folds. Her legs quivered as his tongue lapped at her entrance.

Toji grunts as he hears his girlfriend's wanton moans, sucking on her clit to hear more. Her taste in his mouth got him drunk as he shook his head from side to side, making her moans go higher as she moved her hips to grind her wetness on his tongue.

So fucking hot. It took Toji everything in him not to take out his cock and slam it into her right at that moment.

He pulled back, replacing his tongue with his thumb, rubbing her wet clit as he kissed and sucked her inner thighs. Her eyes rolled back as her chest rose up and down, glistening with sweat.

She's fucking beautiful. Toji thought as he looked up at her with hooded eyes. Her lachrymose eyes met his. The sight of her blushing cheeks, eyes asking for more with her lips between her teeth made Toji slightly rut his hips on the bed.

Y/n was still wearing her bra, and her blouse was only unbuttoned halfway down, while Toji was still fully clothed save for his jacket.

He pumped a finger inside her pussy, curling it to hit her spot as he put his mouth back to work again, flattening his tongue over her swollen pearl before flicking it with the tip. Y/N cried out in pleasure, throwing her head back.

"I'm so sorry, baby. I did not notice immediately, love, I swear." He begged as he doubled the finger inside her soaking cunt, making her cry out in pleasure as her hands grabbed the pillow under her head.

"I was stupid to let it all happen." He kissed her clit, making her whimper at the brief contact.

She was lost in pleasure, whispering 'more, more, more,' but the pain brought about by Toji's confession is still sitting atop her chest.

When they got in his penthouse 20 minutes ago, Toji immediately told her about what had happened. All of it. How Hana was purposely getting close to him, how she did all of that because she likes him and the one that almost wrecked her—how he almost gave in.

"Love, nothing happened, I swear. I didn't do it. I did not do anything with her." He explained, grabbing her upper arms gently as she stared back at him with tears threatening to fall from her eyes.

She doesn't know if she should trust that nothing happened between them. She was almost happy that he was confessing this to her, but she couldn't help but think that maybe they did it.

Maybe they did, and the guilt was eating him alive; that's why he confessed.

Did they kiss? Did he touch her? Did she feel his arms and lips around her body too?

Y/N wanted to break down, but her boyfriend was explaining everything to her right now, and all she could do was listen while the thoughts inside her head contradicted his every word.

"Toji...How could you...How could I...How am I supposed to believe that nothing happened between the two of you just like that?" She sat down, feeling her knees tremble and weaken.

She buried her face in her hands, trying to stop herself from crying, but a sob escaped her lips, and in an instant, Toji's arms were around her.

He was muttering I'm sorry's and I love you's to her as he kissed her hair. They both didn't think that someone could cause so many problems between them in such a short amount of time.

He sat on the couch and pulled her on his lap, wiping her tears as he kissed her lips.

"She wouldn't be able to try anything again, love, I swear. I won't let any of this happen again." He tried to comfort her slightly shaking form.

"I understand that you find it hard to believe me, baby, but nothing happened. I didn't let it happen. I love you too much." He kissed her again as her body shook under his touch, pained whimpers escaping her lips. Each sob she lets out felt like a stab in his chest. He's never seen her like this before, and Toji could swear that it would kill him if he saw her in this state again.

After countless whispers of reassurance, the sweet kisses turned into a heated make-out session that involved grinding and moaning each other's name.

Toji carried Y/N to his room, their lips and tongues unceasingly moving against each other. And this led to the situation they are in right now.

He took off his dress shirt and pants before pulling Y/N by her arm, sitting her on his lap as he took off her blouse and bra. He kissed around her nipple before taking it into his mouth, growling as she started to roll her hips and grind her wet cunt on his thigh.

"Fuck. You're eager to come, baby?" Toji teased as his fingers played with her hardened peaks. Y/N could only moan in response.

It's crazy how they went from arguing to rubbing against each other, but both have been craving for this since the day the papers on their desks started to pile up. And now, the situation with Hana only made their hunger for each other increase.

Toji thought of everything he could do to show her how sincere he was and how much he loves her. He wanted her to know that she was the only woman he'll ever touch like this. And the growing tent in his boxers is also aching to prove that.

He moved her position to grind on his bulge, letting out quiet moans as she desperately tried to make herself orgasm. Toji wouldn't let that happen, though. Not like this. He wants to be inside her.

Toji stopped her hips as he moved to her other nipple, lightly biting it while staring at her glossy eyes, making her breath hitch. He hummed as he sucked the pebbled flesh into his mouth, nibbling on it.

He laid her back down, admiring her body as she panted. Her eyes are glistening, and so is her cunt. He groaned at the sight, pushing his hair back and taking his erected member out of its confinement. He pumped it a few times before Y/N sat up and took it into her hand.

He loved seeing her hands wrapped around his length, but tonight was about her. And he won't make her do any work for him, not after what he did.

"Baby, tonight is all about you. Let me make you feel good. Let me make it up to you." Toji stopped her hand, giving her a kiss on the forehead.

"Please." He murmured as he moved to her lips, sucking on them, making her whimper as she laid back down again.

"Toji, please..." Y/N cried when Toji started to rub his shaft on her slit. Every time his bulbous head hits her bud, she lets out a whimper, her eyebrows furrowed and her eyes wide as she looks up at him.

Toji tapped his head a couple of times on her sensitive clit, grunting before pushing the tip inside. She gasped, grabbing the sheets under her, feeling him ease his length inside her.

Her walls fluttered around his cock, making him let out low growls. Y/N was biting the back of her hand as she watched half of his length disappear into her. Toji took her hand, intertwining their fingers.

"Just a little more, love." Toji shushed Y/N when she hissed, feeling a hint of pain as Toji filled her. His other hand began rubbing circles on her clit to ease the burn from the stretch.

Toji kissed her hand when he was entirely in, giving her a minute to adjust. She looks gorgeous underneath him. Legs wide open, her mouth slightly parted, and her body glistening under the dim lights of his room.

She's all his, and he would never let himself fuck up. He would never let himself do something that could make her leave or hate him..

Toji started moving slowly until her whimpers turned into moans and her moans turned to screams of pleasure. His name echoed around his penthouse as she clawed on the skin of his back, leaving red marks.

Toji was cradling her head, and his lips pressed on her ear. He was whispering the sweetest yet dirtiest, lewdest things to her. Y/N left a bite mark on the skin of his shoulder as he pounded into her, driving his cock into her.

"You're the only one I'd fuck like this, baby. You're the only one I'd touch like this." Toji growled, kissing her ear lobes.

"Yes, yes, Toji, please..." She begged as his hips started to thrust harder into her. She was leaving scratches on his shoulder and back, and Toji can already see her attempting to hide her face in the crook of his neck when she sees them tomorrow.

"Fuck. You're the only one I'd make love to, Y/N." He groaned, feeling her walls clench around him. He could tell that they were both close. Her walls spasmed around him, and his thrust started to stutter.

"I love you and only you. So fucking much." He stared deeply into her eyes as they rolled back, feeling her orgasm take over her body. He kissed her passionately, her toes curling as her legs wrap around his waist.

Toji thrustied into her a few more times before pulling out to spill his thick load on her pussy lips. He pushed her legs back, spreading them to watch his cum drip down her ass.

What a sight to behold. He wouldn't trade it for the world.

Toji cleaned her up before getting under the covers with her. The quarrel that they had earlier made the air around them thick. She was lying on her side, looking at him as if contemplating something.

"I'm sorry," He started, as he ran his fingers down her back before resting on the lower part of it, pulling her to his chest.

"I trust you, Toji." She whispered, her voice a bit broken from all the screaming.

Toji hummed, "I know, baby. I know. I wouldn't break it," pressing his lips on her forehead. He closed his eyes and inhaled her scent, wanting nothing but to take away all her worries.

"Nothing happened, right?" She looked up at him with a small, gentle smile tugging at her lips, warming his heart.

"Nothing, love. I promise." He brushed the hair away from her face, leaning in to kiss her lips. It was slow and romantic, as if they were savoring the moment.

"Then, stop apologizing." She giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck and pushing her naked body to his. He sighed in relief, whispering comforting words in her ear, calming her mind and soothing the ache in her heart.

Toji doesn't understand why, but all of these felt like something he should've done before.

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The following day, they found out that Hana had resigned. Y/N saw her moving out her stuff; the disheartened look on her face made everyone glance at her. She knows for sure that Toji did not fire her, so her resignation somewhat made Y/N believe her boyfriend even more.

He really rejected her.

It's not that she's happy about her distress. But Y/N couldn't really feel sympathy towards her because she knows that Hana brought this upon herself.

Y/N is only human; it would be a lie if she said that she didn't think Hana deserved it. She couldn't bring herself to feel bad or sorry for her.

Why would you go after someone with a partner? And to seduce and encourage them to cheat? That's something she cannot disregard. If Toji failed to stop it from happening, Y/N doesn't know if she'd be able to look at them. Just the thought of it breaks her.

Y/N silently wished they never, ever run into her again.

When the news reached Toji, he wasn't that shocked anymore. He made it clear that Hana was wrong for what she did. Toji did not fire her. But she must've felt ashamed of her actions.

He doesn't know what he'd do if things got too far. He probably won't be able to forgive himself. He could've lost Y/N. The thought of her leaving as tears cascade down her face because of his stupidity made him scared.

He closed his eyes tightly and shook his head. He wouldn't ever let that happen.

It's not that they're happy that she quit her job. But it sure made the both of them feel a particular type of relief.

It felt like a hurricane just changed course.

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its you

sirius black x reader

summary: spending time with the group is fun and all, but when you and sirius end up alone at hogsmeade, plans for the future are discussed.

w/c: 2.5k

notes: she/her, hanging with the mauraders, sirius casually saying you're the one, talking about life after hogwarts, first real fic so be nice & not really proofread, trying to figure out pacing

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Calloused hands brushing together, the soft hum of music playing out of a shitty radio, knees bumping together when adjusting on the couch. Peace. Sirius Black was peace.

You didn't know how long the group had been sitting in the common room, as the sun had went down and almost everyone had cleared out of sight. There was a small gathering of friends, listening to music and casually drinking on a quiet friday night.

"Pads," James broke the silence, offering him another swig from the bottle he was currently holding. Sirius took up the offer without hesitation.

After taking down the rest of the drink, Sirius sat it down on the table, "I think we should go exploring. I'm quite bored."

You looked up at him from your seat on the worn leather couch, raising your eyebrow ever so slightly at the suggestion. It wasn't a horrible idea, but it would definitely lead to trouble as everyone had a bit too much to drink.

"Agreed! Let's go," James nodded, pushing himself up from the couch and bringing Lily up with him. As they stood, he pulled her against him, placing a sloppy kiss on her cheek which earned a groan from Remus.

Remus shrugged and Peter happily agreed to whatever was suggested as he just wanted to be included. Sirius turned to look at you as he stood and offered you his hand, which you gracefully took. He let go as you steadied yourself, but your hand was still warm from the gentle touch.

You would like to think no one knew, but you were completely and utterly in love with Sirius Black. Remus might have known, but the other boys were more than likely blind to the fact. You'd like to think you hid it well. Typically, it would be no issue, you'd make the first move and you could have who you wanted, but Sirius was different. He made you nervous, he made you freeze up whenever the thought crossed your mind. Perhaps it was his reputation or maybe the fact that you didn't want to ruin your friendship, but you couldn't muster up the courage with the boy.

Sirius skipped across the common room, while James and Lily hung all over each other and followed behind him. You, Peter, and Remus chose to walk together.

"Hey," Remus spoke as you crossed through the portrait, "I'm probably overstepping my boundaries here, but do you love him? I can't help but notice the look you get on your face when he's around and the not-so-subtle affection. I'd support it, by the way." He rambled, probably from the liquor. Normally, Remus wouldn't be this forward.

You looked over at him, "what?" But you knew, and you had always known that he knew. He just sighed and shook his head with a brisk 'nevermind'.

You all carefully walked around the castle, checking the map for any professors who may be monitering the halls, and eventually made it out to the black lake. It was deemed as the groups 'spot' back in first year, and many memories were made there. It's where James and Lily made it official, it's the first place that you went with the marauders after being pulled into friendship with them through Remus, and many nights had been spent sitting out there just talking and enjoying each others company.

James and Lily sat down by the water, using James' jumper as a seat. Peter attempted skipping rocks. Remus had found a nice spot under the tree to rest on. That left you and Sirius.

Peter had grabbed the radio on the way out out and there was currently a soft song coming out of it. Sirius came up beside you as everyone fell into place and extended his hand to you, "M'lady," he bowed, "may I have this dance?"

You giggled, grabbing his hand. He immediately pulled you towards him, clumsily leading you into a slow dance. He rested a hand on your hip, swaying back and forth to the song. Peace.

You looked up at Sirius and realized he was already looking at you, a huge grin plastered on his face. "You know," he started, "I am very... very happy we're friends. Bestest of friends. I couldn't have asked for a prettier best friend. Except for James, I guess. He may be a tad bit prettier."

"Sirius, I couldn't have asked for a more handsome best friend. Except for Remus, of course," You nodded towards Remus, offering him a smile.

Sirius gasped, dramatically pushing you away from him and holding a hand over his heart. He fell to his knees, "Why, oh why would you scorn me this way? I am flabbergasted! Hurt! Betrayed!"

"At least you win the title for most dramatic," you laughed.

He continued with his performance, leaning down and pretending to kiss your feet, "Please, I am begging you! Say I'm the most handsome best friend! Remus could never compare to my charm and charisma, Y/N!"

"Hey!" Remus chimed in, feigning disappointment.

"Sirius Black, you are the most handsome, beautiful, pretty, best friend I have ever had the pleasure of knowing." You meant that, but he didn't have to know that.

"You mean it? Really?" He wiped a fake tear, "Thank you. I am truly honored."

You shook your head, continuing to laugh at the silly boy as he stood up. He wrapped you in a tight hug, slightly lifting you off the ground as he did so. When did he become so strong? "I take back what I said too, you're way prettier than James!"

The two of you broke apart and Sirius gave you a brisk smile before walking over to see what James and Lily were up to. You all stayed out for a few more hours, talking and laughing to yourselves about anything and everything. It was two o'clock in the morning before you all settled into bed.

You woke early the next day, despite going to bed so late and decided to head down to the common room so you could get some alone time and read a bit before everyone began trickling in. But, of course, Remus was already there.

"Morning!" You greeted as you stepped off of the last step, walking over and plopping yourself next to him.

"G'morning, how'd you sleep?"

"I slept okay, I wish my body didn't make me wake up so early. I would have enjoyed a bit more than 5 hours of sleep," You sighed, leaning back into the couch.

Remus nodded in agreement.

"So, how was your dance with our dear Sirius last night?"

"Oh, Moony. Always so observant. It was fine, we danced and he was dramatic as always." You smiled.

"Indeed. I still support it, by the way. Why don't you just talk to him?"

"Why and how would I go about that? We're best friends, you heard the man."

Remus shook his head, "Pretty best friends," he quoted. "I don't know. What is gonna happen when we leave Hogwarts? You're going to wish you had tried and you know it."

Just as you were going to reply, Sirius waltzed down the stairs loudly, "Goodmorning to my bestest friends in the whole world!"

"Morning, Sirius," You and Remus spoke at the same time.

"Comrades, may I have a word with you?" He spoke calmly, which was a bit unusual. "I think I might be in love."

Remus rolled his eyes, "Sirius, be serious. You would never give up your life of having a thousand girls hanging off of your arms."

"That's where you're wrong, Moony! Very wrong. I'm in love with...," He sighed dramatically, "Sleeping! I'm so in love with sleep. But, unfortunately, it was rudely interrupted by James' insufferable snoring. I will kill him for coming between me and my one true love."

Sirius plopped down beside you, pressing his entire side into yours. Your knees bumped together and your cheeks faded into a light pink, but thankfully neither boy noticed.

"But, I was thinking, maybe I should get a girlfriend. We are 7th years, after all. James has Lily. Remus has books. Peter has... Peter."

"Sirius, you do not need a girlfriend," Remus shook his head, setting his book down on the table in front of him.

You listened to the two boys go back and forth on the subject, choosing to not really give any input. Why would you, after all? You didn't want to see Sirius with anyone, especially not in a formal relationship.

"Enough on that, Sirius. Do as you please. But I'd quite enjoy some breakfast, so I'll see you lot later." Remus nodded a goodbye to you and exited out of the portrait, which left you and Sirius alone.

"So, lovely, what do you have planned on this magnificent day?" Sirius nudged his shoulder against yours, fully focusing his attention on you.

"I don't know, actually. I was probably just going to lounge around and read. What do you have planned?"

"Nothing, which is why I think we should go to Hogsmeade. I suspect James will be busy and Remus will want to study. Wanna go?"

"Perhaps... What's in it for me?" You teased.

"You get to be with me, of course! The greatest gift of all. I would say it is an honor to be invited out with someone as handsome as myself."

"Oh, I deeply apologize. You're completely right and I shouldn't take that for granted."

Sirius barked out a laugh, "So it's a date?"

Your breathing hitched for a moment, but you collected yourself enough to reply, "it's a date!"

Later that morning, the two of you began your trek to Hogsmeade. Sirius was currently going on and on about a prank that him and James had been working on to get Severus back for the things he had said about Lily. You listened intently.

At some point while the two of you walked the streets of Hogsmeade, Sirius had slung his arm around your shoulder. Anyone passing by would have most likely thought the two of you were a couple, and for a moment, you almost forgot that you weren't.

"Butterbeer?" Sirius interrupted your thoughts, nodding to The Three Broomsticks.

"Yes, please!"

You found your way inside, picking a small table towards the back of the shop while Sirius greeted a random, younger Gryffindor student that you didn't know the name of. He joined you shortly after.

"I can't believe the year is almost over. What are we going to do?" Sirius spoke first. This was the first time he had even mentioned the end of the school year.

"I'm not sure. I was hoping to get a place, maybe a roommate or two and find a career that I wouldn't absolutely hate. It's all so daunting."

Sirius nodded, "I can't stay with James forever. I think he wants to get a place with Lily. I'm not sure where I'll go."

"We could get a place together, Pads! If you wanted to. It'd save us a few galleons, that's for sure."

"Oh! That's a good idea, but I don't know. I wouldn't want to impose like that. Plus, I don't really have a source of income." He shook his head, taking a swig of butterbeer.

"We'd figure something out, I'm sure."

Getting a place with Sirius scared you. You don't know why you even suggested it. You were in love with him and he didn't feel the same way. It would never work, but you just wanted to be close to him. You wanted to make sure he wasn't homeless. Maybe, in the back of your mind, you thought he'd fall in love with you too.

"I would love to do that with you. You are my pretty best friend, after all. If it isn't James, there's no other choice but you! There is Remus, of course, but I have a feeling he'd much rather live alone." Sirius spoke, a smile plastered on his face.

"Then it's a deal! We'll find a place together. Although, if you do plan on getting yourself a lady, do you think it'd be odd? For you and for your future lover, that is. I wouldn't want to ruin any potentials."

Sirius laughed, "If I'm being completely honest, and I don't know why I'm telling you this right now, it's you."

You were caught off guard, to say the least. You leaned back a bit, sitting up straighter. "What?"

"Yeah. Sorry to break the news at the most random time, but when is there going to be a better time?"

"Sirius..." You started, "I don't know what to say. You caught me way off guard. Do you mean that? I mean, if you did, why are you still messing around with other girls?"

"I'm not, not really. I haven't for a while, at least not this year and only for a bit last year. It sounds stupid and I know it may be hard to believe as I haven't really been forward with you." He shrugged nonchalantly. Why was he so calm and casual about this? It felt as if your heart was going to beat out of your chest with this new confession.

"Okay," you placed your hands on your cup that was still full of butterbeer, "why? Why are you being so casual about this?"

"I'm not sure. I thought it'd be this big, important thing but really it just feels natural. It feels so normal to just say these things to you. But, seriously, it is you. James knows, you can ask him. I know I haven't shown it, I get that, but I didn't want to force anything onto you. You started talking about us getting a place together and I was thinking about how I need to find stability and grow up a bit and now just feels right. I hope I haven't overstepped your boundaries." Sirius reached his hand out to you, offering for you to take it. You did and he intertwined your fingers so effortlessly.

You shook your head, a small smile tugging at your lips as you tried to process it. "I feel the same, you know. I haven't shown it either, but that was for the sake of friendship. Remus knows, you can ask him."

Sirius laughed as you copied what he said and gave your hand a small squeeze, "So, it's us then?"

"It's us, Sirius," you smiled, squeezing his hand in return.

Right on cue, James and Lily walked in. James immediately spotted the two of you and quickly took note of your intertwined fingers. A knowing smile graced his lips as he nudged Lily to look in your direction.

"Well, well," James interrupted, taking one of the empty seats at your table, "it happened then?"

Sirius grinned, holding up your hands that, by the way, fit perfectly together, "Indeed it did, Jamie boy!"

Lily sat down next to James, offering you a thumbs up. Every person at the table was truly at peace. You were complete, you had plans for the future, and you couldn't be more excited about the way fate had happened.

#sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius black imagine #marauders #sirius black x you #sirius black x y/n

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a-boca-do-inferno · 5 months

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i decide what’s appropriate (john milton x reader) [request]

summary: (y/n) is growing tired of her boss' advances.

warnings: light angst, light fluff, a little stalking

words: 0.8k

notes: just another day of wanting to fuck that old man. enjoy <3

“Giddy up, we’re going for a ride”, his voice sounds somewhat demanding, the look on his face making the girl shiver from head to toe.

(y/n) lets out a heavy sigh as John takes her out of her thoughts. She turns to see him standing in the doorway with a wide smile. Repetitive. Things were starting to get repetitive and (y/n) didn’t have the stomach for it anymore. Could she perhaps quit the job and move out of town? Who was she kidding, in what world would John let her do such a thing? He had connections and money, she surely wasn’t getting away that easily. She couldn’t even sue the guy for his uncomfortable comments, as he was the hottest lawyer in town. Hell, John would make her pay him money for suing in the first place. That was the type of power he held. With another defeated sigh, she only complied in silence. Nothing she ever said made a difference, anyway.

John walks with her towards his car, which probably costs more money than (y/n) will ever make in her lifetime as a secretary, and swiftly opens the door for her. “After you, sweetheart.”

(y/n) hesitates. He’s been stalking her in the office for a month now, but getting into this man’s car just seems too much. She should probably run and never look back, but her feet don’t share the same opinion as they make their way into the vehicle gracefully. The girl doesn’t even have to look at John's face to know he’s got a smug smile painting his lips while he sits beside her and turns on the engine. They drive to seemingly nowhere in particular, and his conversible causes her hair to blow with the wind as he steps into the pedal without ceremony. The breeze hitting her face is nice, and for a moment she forgets her annoyance at her boss these past few weeks.

John doesn’t say a thing for quite some time, but he keeps an eye on her every now and then. He doesn’t stop at red lights and she feels slightly anxious, however, his relaxed demeanor ends up affecting her in a good way. His confidence that they could never crash somehow soothes (y/n) and the only thing in her mind now is the sound of the roaring wind in her ears. Her hair is a mess, but she doesn’t care. For a split second, she doesn’t care about anything. Her lips curve upwards at the thought.

John takes note of it and raises his brow. “Someone’s loosening up, I see.”

She only hums in response, closing her eyes and resting her head against the seat. “Yeah.”

“Your brother said you wanted to quit”, he says casually, but it’s clear he’s not pleased with the information. (y/n) thinks about punching Kevin in the face as John adds with a snort, “why didn’t you tell me?”

“You don’t exactly talk about quitting your job to your boss, Mr. Milton”, she laughs it off awkwardly, avoiding his piercing gaze.

He finds the comment funny, as he chuckles along and nods. “Call me John.”

“That’s not appropriate”, (y/n) looks down at her lap, her voice sounding more submissive than she initially intended. There’s just something about this guy.

He clicks his tongue, shaking his head slowly. “I decide what’s appropriate at my firm. Don’t you worry about that, sweetheart.”

“What else did Kevin tell you?”, she gives him a questioning look. She figured they spoke of her on occasion, as it was inevitable. Kevin had been the one to recommend her to John when she moved to New York. Everything she did would weigh on him too.

“Nothing much, really. We talk mostly about work. We’re professionals, you know?”, he grins at her knowingly, as if he had just read her mind.

(y/n) feels a shiver up her spine, but smiles shyly. “Good.”

“I told him I wanna figure you out”, he continues, parking the car in front of a fancy restaurant. Even the doors look expensive. (y/n) stares back at him with a slight frown, trying to understand what he means by that. John gets out of the car and opens her door, offering his hand. She blushes a little and accepts his help. Her knees feel weak with his proximity, his rough palm still holding hers firmly. Their faces are close when he mumbles, his hot breath hitting her mouth, “can I?”

(y/n) reckons this is the only time her words might make a difference, after all. Yet, with his dark eyes watching her every movement like a hawk, her mind goes completely blank. She feels enchanted, under a spell. Her voice comes in a pathetic whisper, “yes.”

John smirks.

#the devil's advocate #the devil's advocate x reader #john milton #john milton x reader #al pacino x reader #al pacino imagine #al pacino

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vanfleeter · 7 months

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Epoch // JTK

Characters: Jake x Fem!Reader

Warnings: All fluff. Jake crying.

Summary: Impressive wedding vows stun Jake.

Today is the day.

The one day, out of many, that Jake and Y/N have been waiting for.

He stands there at the end of the altar, twisting his bracelet around his wrist. One of the few tell tale signs that he’s nervous. He feels a hand on his shoulder before hearing Josh’s voice in his ear.

“Deep breaths, think of it as being on stage.”

“This is nothing like being on stage.” Jake mumbles back.

Josh chuckles and pats his back. “You’ve got this. It’s just Y/N.”

Once the final bridesmaid makes her down the aisle, the music changes and Jake’s heart plummets to his stomach. He chews on his bottom lip to keep himself from losing it as soon as his eyes land on her. Straightening up his posture, he clears his throat and grits his teeth.

Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

It’s just Y/N.

You see her every day.

Well.. Except for the last couple days.

Two days of pure agony of not being allowed to see her. Vice versa.

She looks so beautiful in her dress. It hugs her so delicately and gracefully.

Fuck. Am I thinking she’s beautiful or sexy?

Beautiful.

She’s beautiful.

I can’t think she’s sexy, though I can’t deny that she is.

Last thing I need is to grow hard in front of everybody. Settle down Jacob.

Y/N reaches the end of the aisle, her father bidding his goodbyes before handing her over to Jake. He gently takes her hand and helps her up the steps before she turns to face him. She smiles widely at him, all of her giddiness and excitement radiating on her face making him chuckle.

The time for the vows have come and Y/N decides that she’ll go first. Good, gives him more time to collect himself and prepare his words.

Y/N reaches behind her to the maid of the honor and retrieves a folded up piece of paper. Clearing her own throat, she unfolds the paper and opens her mouth to speak.

“Jacob Thomas Kiszka,

That name never fails to make me blush,” She giggles.

“For six years you have been the fountain that seems to have a never ending flow of love. It’s poured into my cup tenfold and never stops–even when I’m being a brat or annoying or maybe pushing your buttons more than I probably should,” Jake chuckles and squeezes her hand.

“You still have continued to love me. For six years, I have stood by your side through all the good times and through all the bad and I promise today to keep doing just that.”

She quickly wipes a tear from her cheek before continuing.

“Jacob Thomas–my love and my life. My best friend and my confidant. You may be the moon to Josh’s sun, but you are just my moon. You are ever present but allowing others to shine but when it’s your turn to shine, you shine so brightly that no darkness can be seen or felt. You illuminate the dark times and you are a guide to the good.

“Jacob, from this day forward, until my last breath and even into the afterlife–whatever that may be; I promise to love you, to nourish you, encourage you, defend you but also hold you accountable for your actions. I promise to also obey you and be your source of succor when it is desired. I love you.”

When she looks up, she finds him stunned. His jaw slightly agape and his eyes welling up with tears.

“I-” He stammers. He slowly turns to face the officiator. His voice cracks as he speaks, “I have to follow that?” Y/N giggles, hiding a part of her face behind the piece of paper. “Goddamn,” He sniffles and runs a shaky hand through his hair. “I was doing so well. I wasn’t crying until you said all of that–dammit!”

The congregation rumbles with soft laughs as Jake tries to recompose himself.

“Did Josh write that for you?” He jokes.

Y/N shakes her head as she giggles. “It’s all me,” She says. “Though I did use your thesaurus.”

“Yeah, I could tell,” He sniffles again and wipes his nose with the handkerchief that Sam had handed him. “Succor?”

Y/N giggles and shrugs her shoulders. “I gotta keep up with your brain somehow.” She smiles.

“Alright, Jacob, are you ready to say yours?”

“Not really..” He laughs. “Mine don’t even compare–and I’m a fucking blubbery mess!”

Y/N reaches for his hands. “You’ve got this. Just speak to me the way you always do.”

“I don’t think that’d be appropriate given the circumstance.” He says, earning hearty laughs from the congregation. Y/N playfully pushes him and makes him laugh. “Okay, okay. Here goes nothing..

“Today I stand here, before our family and before our friends, to proclaim to you my undying love for you. Since the moment that I had first laid my eyes on you, I knew you were the one. Sounds cliche but what the hell, it’s factual. You bestowed upon me a chance to prove to you how much I love you and I have not failed you yet, nor shall I ever.”

His hands begin to shake as they hold hers but she holds them firmly and gives him a reassuring nod.

“This adventure together through life has been magnificent. I am beholden with the epoch we have spent together and I am forever indebted to you. Not a second of time has gone by where my love falters, it only continues to grow.

“I may be your moon but you are my star, shining brightly beside me in the night sky as you guide me to tranquility. I promise to serve you, to obey you–to be as one with you and never leave your side. From this day forward, I am forever yours and you are mine. I give you all of my love from the never ending flowing fountain in this lifetime in the next.”

When he finishes, he exudes a breath as the officiant chuckles. “Wonderful, Jacob. The rings please.”

Josh leans over and slides the ring into Jake’s hand. “Beholden with the epoch–sounds like a damn Shakespeare play.”

“Last minute addition,” Jake chuckles.

“And here you thought you couldn’t compare.” Josh snickers.

#jake kiszka #greta van fleet fic #jake kiszka fanfic #greta van fleet fanfic #jake kiszka fic #greta van fleet #gvf #jake gvf #gvf fanfic #gvf fanfiction

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bullieving-in-amour · 8 months

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A Feather for a Feather

i literally just woke up, went "ooh sweet idea..." and then got up and wrote nearly 2k in 1h20 without a break, in one go. i was possessed with a muse ! but it felt good to let go again and just write

Fandom : Boku No Hero America / My Hero Academia Rating : General Audiences, SFW Pairing : Takami Keigo & Reader Tags : Gender Neutral Reader, No Pronouns, Reader has wings, Hawks' POV, Hurt/Comfort, Reverse Comfort, No dialogue, Fluff, Sweet, Emotional focus

Summary :

Today had been rough. Nothing had happened, that could explain his current feelings. So he flew.

Surprise was an understatement to see someone sitting on the edge of a particularly higher tower than most, someone with feathery wings, like him.

Something about instincts wanting to flock to his kin.

Today had been rough.

There hadn't been anything particularly awful... At least not more than usual. No particularly gruesome fights. No particular loss, only injuries that he couldn't have prevented, as they had happened before he'd arrived. If anything, for once, there hadn't been any additional injured. He should have been glad.

But today had been rough. Nothing had happened. He hadn't had a fight with a friend... or friendly acquaintances, or people he favored. No fight. No arguments, or upsetting words and actions. No out of place attitude.

Nothing had happened, that could explain his current feelings.

But... There he was. Flying as high as the tallest towers in town were, through the cold, refreshing air so high up, the wind plastering against him creating a fuzzy feeling to drown his mind. At least, somewhat.

Today had been rough, and there weren't many explanations for it. He could probably find one, if he were able to sit still and put aside how he felt, if he were able to reason through his entire life and what lead him to today, if he wasn’t able to ignore what he knew did make him feel this way.

But today had been rough, and he didn't want to bother to know why, he didn't want to dwell, didn't want to think. Didn't want to hear what felt wrong. Didn't want to go "home" and see what was wrong.

Hawks wasn't doing good. So he flew, letting the harsher wind of this altitude quell his mind, make the nausea he felt through his entire body slip away. It was like a caress, to him, at this moment. Something he took often craved. Something he tried to find, too often, but never right, rarely genuine, or gentleness lacking. The wind wasn't able to hug him, envelop him into an embrace, but it caressed his entire being gentler than he could ever imagine, better than he'd been able to find.

There wasn't much, up there. Other birds, sometimes, but people ? Only maybe people able to fly, or jump and follow through the air, but even that was a rarity. Sometimes when he flew, there would be people on rooftops, but not this high.

Surprise was an understatement, especially with how he felt, to see someone sitting on the edge of a particularly higher tower than most, although not the tallest, looking over the city, as far as Hawks could tell.

Someone with feathery wings, like him. Someone with wings proportional to their body, unlike him, following the logic of what wings would need to be like to be strong enough for the body they would be attached to, unlike his. Ones that were so much bigger than his, feathers so differently shaped as theirs were obviously entirely wings, and not individual, controlled feathers shaped as such. Wings so long, they trailed behind them, in resting position behind their back, the ends of them curling before laying a distance on the floor of the roof they were sitting on the edge of, legs dangling in the void of the night.

Hawk's heart hammered. He didn't meet people with wings often enough. He always loved it. Something about instincts wanting to flock to his kin, maybe.

You didn't seem to react much as a red feather floated gracefully in front of you - but you gently took it from the air, before it could get away, tracing the edges of it with a soft touch.

As Hawks settled next to you, not with a word for once, he saw you better. You looked melancholic, he thought. Not exactly sad or depressed, or like remembering something, or any other kinds of feelings... The hero wasn't sure if melancholic was the right word, but it was the best he could think of. Regardless of your height, sitting down next to him... Your wings shadowed above him, even at rest, making him feel something... That he definitely couldn't think of a word to describe. Hawks didn't hate it, that was for sure. It made him feel some sort of calm, wonder. Maybe that was it. Maybe it didn't need to be much more than that. Maybe it didn't need to be anything but simple wonder.

You hadn't said anything, so far, nor had you let you go of the feather, still looking at the sight in front of you in calm silence. Hawks didn't feel like breaking that, either, so he joined you. Looking at what was in front of him. Slouching more than you slightly were, his day still heavy on his shoulders, dejected but wanting to move past it. Maybe this wasn't too bad. Right here, right now. He could still feel the wind. Still caressing him. And your existence, the presence of you right next to him... It felt nice, too. It helped. He hadn't wanted to admit he'd wanted company, as he flew to nowhere, as he flew until he saw you and didn't want to pass up his chance, his heart screaming and weeping for something, anything, that would let him feel like more than... Hawks closed his eyes as a harsher wind blew hair into his face, feathers ruffling. He heard yours, too, the sound of it calming him even more, more than he ever thought it could have. Like this was something he missed, something he'd been yearning to hear again, like something important he'd lost.

Hawks heard you sigh, soft, faint, from content he assumed, the wind feeling nice to you as well.

A horribly selfish part of him, one he always ignored when meeting people, anyone, strangers and ones he knew alike, begged him to reach out. Trail the tip of his fingers against skin, bury them into hair if there were any, place a palm on waist, back and sides.

Search through your feathers to put them all back into place, pick out the loose ones he knew felt itchy. Get potential stuff from the world around you stuck to the part you couldn't reach, that wouldn't stop sticking to your feathers even by flapping your wings.

So Hawks kept on looking over the view, basking into the presence you didn't refuse him. Maybe you appreciated his, too. He had a feeling you'd have left, by now, if you hadn’t. Maybe you felt that instinct to be close to what your basic needs assigned as your kin, too, even if you were fundamentally different.

The feeling of a fingertip tracing the edges of his feather, gently held into your hands, hadn't stopped, either. Perhaps it was what made his heart soar. Made the tears he lied to be from the wind, even through his protective glasses, gather in his eyes. Not much, not overflowing, not enough to trail onto his cheeks, or even water a single eyelash. Only feeling the wetness against his eyes, behind his lower eyelids, slightly cold.

His body had relaxed.

Hawks wasn't sure when, or how much time had passed. Not enough for the night to be any different. Not enough for the stars to stop being visible, even as faint as they were from the large city's illumination and sky pollution from it. Not enough for the moon to have jumped too far away to easily find. Not enough for him to receive an inevitable call for work, or for...

The sound of feathers made him blink away the moistness in his eyes, an involuntary little sigh leaving his lips. But the noise kept going, indicating more than you flexing your muscle for comfort. The sound of rustling, and the vague movement of the limb on his side in the corner of his vision told him you were opening this wing, only this wing. The air current created by it, as faint as it was, against his back and own wings, indicating you were...

Curling it around him, the far end of it closing against his side, pushing enough to prompt him to scoot closer, enough that he could lean against your side easily if either of you decided to. Your wing had moved position again slightly, enveloping him but not cutting off his vision, like a blanket big enough to cover him. Keigo hadn't been on the receiving end like that for... he couldn't remember. Especially not with wings so much bigger than he was, regardless of your size. To experience what it was like, to be the one getting the affection, protection, he'd offered countless times before... He felt how precious of a feeling it was. He felt how easy it was to feel vulnerable, to let it shield him from everything, except the wind, still caressing the both of you but now not as cold, not as sharp, just a caress.

One tear, small and nearly invisible, painted the tiniest line down his cheek, unnoticeable, nearly even for Keigo. Nothing else happened, the limit of what his emotions needed. Just that, small and nearly insignificant, but enough to stop everything from sounding muffled, feeling muffled, looking muffled. Insignificant but oh so enough. The ruffling of your wings in the wind sounded gorgeous. Your faint breathing, barely audible, lowering his eyelid from how it eased him. The sight of the view from all the way up, finally more than a mudded rejected reminder of his life. Keigo, and you, taking in the sight of the moon so slowly moving ever so slightly with the passing of time. Not enough for the night to leave yet anytime soon, but so much longer than he could ever ask for for a break.

Inevitably, a ringtone, sharp, loud, breaking his heart, but enough for the feeling of your wing to stop shielding him. Not enough for the weight on him to come back as before, to come back tenfold, not enough to change any of what he'd felt since he sat next to you.

Flying away in the direction of the address he was given when he answered the phone as he took off, now ended and put away back into his jacket, he felt how your hands gently clasped his feather between them, hold soft, gentle, confident. Unrelenting on keeping hold, claiming it as yours. Whatever had made you sit on the edge of that roof, silent and looking over what faced you, he knew you'd eventually be fine. However it would go, you'd get there. Your hold on his feather was confident, firm, like a promise to hold onto yourself as well, to keep going. You had this. Keigo was confident of this.

How blessed he felt, for the one he had claimed back, when you had wordlessly handed it to him time before his call, one feather the same size as his, precious into his hand, between his gloved fingers. Protected into his coat, hidden away, something to never lose, something he'd make sure would never be taken away once he could, back "home"... once he could, back to his home. His apartment. It was home and what he could make of it. Your feather, now Keigo's new treasure, would be the first addition to a new step towards making this his.

So Hawks went back to work. Today had been rough, and it would be rough again, now or another time. It would continue to be rough.

Regardless of if he ever met you again, or if this was a single memory of a lifetime,

Keigo, Hawks, had this.

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