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shanastoryteller · 8 months

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Happy Fall Season! 🍁🍂🌻🎃👻🧛🏻‍♀️ … Three faced goddess continuation 👉🏻👈🏻? God dammit shana i fucking loved this prompt, 2012 Tony is the only version that has rights and I’ve had such a problem with him ever since aou, but your writing took me back to when I actually loved his character

a continuations of 1

Rhodey heads to the smith, unsurprised to see a line of people outside of it, waiting for the man inside to succumb to his need to eat or sleep and pounce on him for whatever issue they believe needs his immediate attention. Peter is among them, the closest to an apprentice that exists, but he can’t enter the forge without everyone else pushing in too, so he waits with all the rest of them.

When they see him coming, they groan, knowing their chances have been destroyed, except for Peter, who just looks relieved.

He remembers a time when Edward belonged to him alone. Edward exists because of him, after all, and needs must, but sometimes he can’t help but resent that this is another piece that he’s had to share.

“When I walk back out, it better be to an empty hallway,” he says blandly.

He receives a chorus of, “Yes, General,” and a jaunty wave from Peter before he’s opening the door and then shutting it firmly behind him.

In the beginning, the alchemy lab and the forge had occupied the same space, the outpost not yet big enough to have the rooms to spare. It had been quickly remedied once Rhodey had found about it, because the last thing any of them needed was losing him to an explosion of his own making, but he can’t say he’s surprised to see a cauldron bubbling ominously in the center of the room. “You have a lab for a reason.”

Surprised brown eyes snap up to meet his, and then there’s that familiar grin that always causes tension to unspool from his spine, even when it really shouldn’t. “Well, well, look what the cat dragged in. How goes the battle on the Eastern border?”

As if he doesn’t know. “They’re retreating. Our soldiers are holding the line and it looks like they’ve given up attacking us on that front. For now.”

“Sounds like something you should tell the king,” he says, frowning down into the cauldron as if it’s personally disappointed him.

Rhodey closes the distance between them, grabbing his chin and tilting his head to the side, frowning at the bruising mostly hidden by his hairline. “I am. But it’s a bit of wasted effort, considering the king is half the reason for their retreat.”

“Just half?” he pouts. “I really think that I deserve more credit-”

Rhodey kisses him to shut him up, a strategy that he’s been employing since they were teenagers, the whole reason necessitating Edward in the first place.

The second prince could not be scene dallying with someone so below him in station, the fact they were known to be friendly was a fluke of a broken wagon and much derision to all who heard of it. But Edward was no one, an educated fifth son of some nameless noble with a talent for metalwork, and no one cared if he kissed a commoner.

Then war had come knocking and a king could not do what needed to be done and so Edward had shifted from Rhodey’s to the country’s overnight.

Tony hums happily against his mouth and Rhodey pulls back rather than deepening it. Half the trick with was not letting him get distracted. “You need to get some sleep. Have you slept at all since getting back from the battle?”

The deep bruises under his eyes already tells him the answer, but it’s still worth asking.

“Need to figure this out,” he says, tilting his head to the cauldron. “It’s a coating for the blades to get them sharp enough to cut through armor. Not our armor, obviously, but other people’s.”

“A day,” he says, because Tony is needed everywhere at all times in all ways, and someone has to keep him from running himself into an early grave, and at the outpost, that’s him. “Just a day at home. I know you miss it. It’s been a while.”

Tony’s eyes go distant and fond. “Yes,” he agrees, and that one word has all the exhaustion that he won’t let show.

“You disappear all the time, no one will question it,” he murmurs, “I’ll make sure of it.”

“I’ll go if you will,” he returns. “You haven’t been home in even longer than I have.”

“Less of a need,” he argues, and he should argue against this too, when it’s unnecessary and dangerous, but he’s tired too. “Fine. We’ll need to sneak out to the woods if you don’t want to get caught.”

Tony clearly hadn’t expected him to agree that easily. “You hate flying.”

He hates how much pain it puts Tony in, but since he’s flying either way to get home, it doesn’t matter. “I’ll deal.”

Tony kisses him again, writes down some notes, douses the cauldron, and then they’re using the secret entrances that had actually been the whole point of building a lab near the forge. When they’re far enough away, Tony’s chest glows, the light and sparks spreading out from his chest to effulge his body and liquid gold and mercury sliding down his limbs. Rhodey has to close his eyes against the light, but Tony’s arms around him are always welcome, even when they burn almost too hot to stand.

The Iron Mage flying to the castle is a common enough sight that it raises no alarm and the brightness of Tony in flight means no one can tell he has a passenger, seen as nothing more than their own personal shooting star.

Tony melts the iron shutters back with a wave of his hand, likely reforming it behind them with a more intricate pattern than they’d been wrought with, because he always had such opinions about anything he hadn’t crafted himself.

He’s barely set Rhodey back onto his feet and folded the star back inside himself when there’s the running of little feet coming straight for them. Rhodey’s not surprised.

She’s always watching the stars, looking for her father.

Tony bends to pick up Morgan as she rounds the corner, barreling towards him with single minded intensity. “Daddy!”

“Hey, buttercup,” he says, hoisting her into her arms and settling her on his hip. “Miss me?”

“Yes,” she answers, wrapping her arms around Tony’s neck in a hug. She turns her head to grin at him, Tony’s eyes shining in her face. “Hi Rhodey. I missed you too.”

“Hi, Princess,” he says, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead. She frees one arm from Tony to grab onto the front of his jacket, keeping him in place. He settled a hand on her back and that seems to satisfy her.

The door pushes open and Pepper is standing there, still with hair up and braided around a circlet and in a deep blue silk gown. “Someone here is supposed to be asleep.”

Tony and Morgan’s innocent faces are identical and equally unconvincing.

“It’s me, isn’t it?” Rhodey asks.

“It’s all three of you, really,” she answers, striding forward. She squeezes his shoulder, then uses it as balance to push herself to her tip toes.

Tony bends to meet her in a kiss, chaste enough that Rhodey doesn’t feel the need to pull away but long enough that he assumes Tony’s sleep might end up experiencing a delay.

“I don’t want to go bed,” Morgan says. “Daddy’s home.”

“I’ll be here in the morning,” Tony says and Pepper’s face relaxes. “Come on, I’ll put you to bed myself, okay? And then you can tell me about all the new things you learned over breakfast.”

“I’m not tired,” she insists, but only waves at him when Tony pulls away to take her to her room.

Rhodey waves back, almost goes with them, but having the two of them there will just make her twice as riled up.

“I could have another, you know.”

He looks down at Pepper, blinking. “I thought – after the war?”

After the cave, after swallowing a star rather than being swallowed by it, Tony couldn’t justify staying on the sidelines, couldn’t justify only contributing to the war as Edward. Besides, being captured in the first place had shown him that he wasn’t safe as Edward anyway, but even Tony couldn’t justify taking to the battlefield without an heir, without a child of Stark blood to inherit, without a queen who could rule both while he fought and invented and in the event of his death.

Prince Gregory had been ten years older than Tony, he’d been the boy everyone knew would be king. Tony was just the spare, and not even one had on purpose. It’s why he’d had the freedom to meet Rhodey in the first place, to take on the name Edward and poke and prod his way through universities and labs and harassing blacksmiths into teaching him a craft a prince was never supposed to know. They’d assumed his father would arrange his marriage to some foreign noble for political reasons and Tony would install her onto an estate and do what was necessary to add a couple kids to the royal line and that would be that, he would then be free to spend his time on pursuits he enjoyed and with the man he loved. He was just the second prince, after all, it’s not like what he did really mattered, and he and Prince Gregory had never gotten along anyway.

Lots of people hadn’t gotten along with Prince Gregory, lots of people had thought his temper and his cruelty and several other attributes made him unsuitable as king. Maybe, on their own, they wouldn’t have mattered much – Rhodey thought Prince Gregory was not so much worse than King Howard – but he was constantly compared to the brother ten years his junior and found lacking.

They never found out who was behind the attack that killed Tony’s parents and brother. With their enemies sensing weakness and declaring war soon after, it was easy to pin the blame on them. But there were persistent rumors that it’d been someone, or several someones, that wanted Tony on the throne over his brother.

Rhodey doesn’t know if it’s true. All he knows is that relief rippled through the country far heavier than mourning.

The relationship he and Tony had, the future they’d mapped out, had been possible for a snubbed second prince and utterly impossible for a king. Tony had put off marriage for longer than he should have, but he couldn’t forever, and his urge to get out and fight now that he could pressed down on him.

Pepper had been his friend first. Their friend first. A noble, but only barely, and utterly unsuitable for the title of queen according to her pedigree and also the only one Tony would agree to marry so the rest hadn’t mattered.

If she were anyone else, he thinks he would have hated her. But Pepper had come to him after Tony had asked her and said, “I love him,” like throwing down a gauntlet.

He’d known. Who couldn’t help but love Tony, once they got to know him? And Pepper was beautiful and competent and trustworthy, could have Tony’s children and lead his country and keep all his secrets. And Tony might be able to resist falling in love with Pepper when she was only his friend and confidant, but as his wife, the mother of his children, his queen? He would fall.

“I want what’s best for him,” she’d continued in what he thought was going to be the worst conversation of his life, “and that’s me and you. He would never give you up. You know that. You should have a little more faith in him.”

“He needs you,” he’d said quietly. What Tony needed is something he couldn’t be, he wasn’t a noble or a woman.

Pepper had lifted her chin in defiance, every inch the queen she was going to become. “He needs us.”

That had been years ago. They made it work, awkwardly and painfully at first, but much smoother these days, warmer and easier. When the war ends, he thinks things might even be easy.

Tony and Pepper had needed to have a child and quickly, to secure the succession. She’d been pregnant within four months of their marriage and Princess Morgan’s birth had been greeted with relief by the country. Still, more heirs are better, especially with Starks being thin on the ground, but Tony resisted the idea of having another child in the midst of war, another child that he might die on and abandon.

Which is what makes Pepper’s statement so confusing.

“I didn’t mean right this second,” she says, lips turning up at the corners. “I know I’m not exactly your type, but I certainly wouldn’t mind the process myself. Morgan’s yours, of course, but if you wanted – I wouldn’t mind. Tony wouldn’t either.”

He understands what she’s offering and he’s shaking his head before she’s even finished talking. “We can’t – they’d know.”

“Maybe the next one will take after my genes,” she says. “Goddess knows Morgan’s all her father.”

She is, so clearly Stark, from her eyes to her intelligence to her love of trouble. But there’s no way a child of his could pass as a child Tony’s, which is what any child of the queen’s would have to be. Even if they came out pale enough to pass as a Stark, which isn’t any sort of risk they could take, it wouldn’t be worth the risk of anyone finding out that a child in line for the throne was not of the Goddess blessed bloodline.

“Tony’s children are my children,” he says, and means it. Pepper and Tony had always been clear about that and it had been a relief, to not have to be so close and yet so far, to be able to love Morgan as his daughter even if it was nothing he could ever say out loud. “Go and help him with her. I know you have a lot to catch up on.”

He’ll go to his room, with the bed and comforts that he’s missed quiet a lot, and get the sleep that he’s also missed.

She sighs, squeezing his arm. “Don’t wander. I get up early and Tony never sleeps through it.”

Tony will get up with her, and kiss her as she heads to the hall, then go down to his room and crawl into bed with him, still sleep warm, until he has to get up and put in an appearance as King Anthony.

Rhodey smiles and nudges her towards the hall. “Go on, your husband is waiting.”

“Our husband,” she corrects imperiously and doesn’t move until he laughs and nods and repeats her words back to her.

#i actually think everyone's characterizations in aou onward were utter garbage lol #like i think tony gets shafted a lot because i love him but also they really just made everyone unlikable #the last marvel movie that was real to me was catws #damn this is so long #i'm just having a lot of fun with this au #asks #anon #prompt answers #prompts are closed #avengers

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dimlylittorch · 5 months

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first official post of my own thoughts bc I’ve decided to let myself be deranged on here..

the cod boys with a chubby partner who finally works up the nerve to attempt to send a nude!! this is so self indulgent y’all😭

PSA: !! I’m probably a horrible writer pls forgive me !!

My Masterlist🌱

Reader x John Price, Reader x Simon Ghost Riley, Reader x Johnny Soap MacTavish, Reader x Kyle Gaz Garrick

Random Headcanons: Edition 1

Warnings: NSFW

(mention of erections, nudes, inappropriate voice recordings, probably poor workplace behavior lmao)

Price

y’all have to be careful with our old man!! you might give him a heart attack :((

imagine he’s just in his office, bored out of his mind filling out his routine paperwork. Keeps dozing off, doesn’t feel like getting up to get more coffee. Practically praying for some kind of distraction or crisis to present itself. Suddenly he gets a text from you!! You know he gets bored at work so you try to send him little things that he’ll look at throughout the day, funny videos, a pretty tree you saw, etc.

But this time? Oh lord. He opens his messages from you and he sees your image with the blurred setting? With the caption ‘just in case you’re having a slow day.. don’t let anyone else see, okay?’

Of course our old man is scratching his beard, trying to guess what it is. He thinks on it for a moment, but ultimately gives up.. he opens it and goddamn. It’s your pretty little self perched on the bathroom counter of your shared apartment.. naked. Suddenly another text comes through, an apology. ‘I’m going to delete that- it looks really bad, I’m sorry’

He just about slips out of his chair with how fast he’s texting you ‘Don’t you dare.’

Ghost

Ghost? Ghost is a different story. You don’t have to worry about his heart- you have to worry about yours. The second you send him something like that? Sweetheart, there’s no stopping what he’ll do after the fact :]

He’s had a rough day, having to train some stupid ass recruits (his words, not mine). He’s already annoyed- someone took the last packet of tea from the kitchen area, he got caught on a nail turning a corner and his shirt ripped.. it’s not our baby’s day, y’all :((

He goes up onto the roof to get away from everything before he punches a whole in a wall- or in another person. He gets up top, sitting with his back to the ledge as he lights up a smoke. Grunting and grumbling to himself about everything that happened today, just thinking about being able to go home. Suddenly he gets a message from you. He sighs softly out of relief, and mumbles to himself ‘thank fuck.’

He opens the message, seeing a few little paragraphs about your day. You know he can’t text much during work, but you send him updates and he reads them at night whenever he can’t fall asleep. That way he still feels like he’s with you/talking to you while you get a good nights rest <3

He’s scrolling through the paragraphs, deciding to read a few to calm him down. He gets to the very top.. and he drops his smoke on himself., dropping his phone too. He quickly curses, brushing it off and stamping it out. He picks up his phone and.. the screen is broken. He’s so pissed off, poor baby. He manages to open his phone and see the picture through all of the cracks. He’s cursing to himself at how he can’t see the full picture. Suddenly he’s on his feet, heading down the stairs as fast as he can, ready to go home and make you recreate that photo..

Soap

We all know Soap is a menace. He probably sends you nudes (with your consent, of course) every few days. He’ll be trying on clothes and feeling himself? Who wouldn’t want to see a cute naked picture of him in the mirror. This definitely isn’t his first ball game, be sure of that ;)

Johnny has been having an alright day, mainly doing his duties nonchalantly, per usual. He manages to finish early and decides to hang out with some of the boys today, he knew you wouldn’t mind. Goes into the rec room where everyone was relaxing, playing pool, watching sports. He grabs a drink out of the mini fridge and kicks back on the couch, Ghost on his right, Alejandro on his left.

Between you and Johnny, you were definitely the more level headed one in the relationship. You knew that if you texted him throughout the day, he would get distracted and not get any work done, solely wanting to focus on you (just like a puppy, istg). He had texted you letting you know that he would be staying a little late today. You were always nice about it when he did that.. but today you felt a little needy, deciding to tease him a little.

He suddenly gets a text from you. Ghost and Ale, as nosy as ever, happen to be glancing at his phone screen when he opens his messages to a picture of a naked you on your knees, on your shared bed in front of a mirror, with the caption ‘that’s okay Johnny. just miss you, is all’. Johnny practically chokes on his drink, immediately slamming his phone against his chest, hoping Ghost and Ale didn’t see. He can already feel himself getting hard, and Ghost and Ale just chuckle. ‘Might want to get on home, Johnny’ they tease

Gaz

sweet, sweet baby Gaz. I wouldn’t be surprised if he wasn’t overly accustomed to sending nudes either!! In my mind he’s just the perfect gentleman, never initiating something like that unless you bring it up first :3

Gaz is outside, helping unload cargo from one of the trucks, just a usual shipment of supplies. He’s sweating his ass off, tired and ready for the day to end. He takes a break, sitting on a case of cargo for a moment and pulling out his phone. He sees a few messages from you and he smiles to himself, loving that you think of him throughout the day. He decides to go into the bathroom to get cleaned up. He walks in, grabbing a few paper towels to wipe some of his sweat off with as he opens his phone. First he sees a voice message, and he holds it up to his ear as he leans against a sink, ready to listen to his sweet love’s voice.

The audio recording starts to play. He immediately freezes, his body tensing as he listens to you. He could hear a faint buzz in the background, accompanied by your soft noises, clearly enjoying yourself. He’s frozen in place, barely comprehending what he’s listening to. The short voice recording ends and he just pulls his phone down from his ear, dumbfounded as he can already feel an erection growing. You send another text, a picture of you with a towel, cleaning yourself up. ‘I hope you’re having a good day <3’ is all you send with it. Let’s just say, he went into one of the bathroom stalls and didn’t come out for a little while, making sure to send you back a similar message. ‘My day is so much better now, baby’ he texts back with his own recording

I hope you guys liked this!! Please give me feedback, it would mean the world. Let me know if you want me to make a continuation of these, or do a part 2 with more characters!! Happy holidays <3

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bloatedandalone04 · 1 year

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Never Let Me Go

➪the one where you and leon reunite.

Part 1

Warnings: angst, fluff, re themed topics, mentions of death, descriptions of injuries, mentions of injuries, making out, sad boy leon

Word Count: 3k

Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine <3

The feeling of regret followed Leon for weeks.

He regretted not doing more to get you back to him, whether that was to take the fall for you or to simply go in after you, it didn’t matter. He just couldn’t believe he was right there when you lost your grip and fell into the void of rock and rubble.

Leon found himself thinking back to the length of your involvement with one another, from his first day with you to the final one. He wished he could go back years ago and ask you to be his way back then. Why he had waited five years to develop the partnership into something more, he had no idea.

He hated the fact that you could’ve been his and you could’ve been together way sooner had he pushed aside his commitment issues faster and realised just how amazing you were.

He didn’t even get the chance to tell you that he loves you and had for many years now.

The trip back home was brutal.

He didn’t say a word as he stared out the window, his heart feeling like it was about to burst at the fact that he was leaving you behind in the mess while he lived on. It would take weeks for the rescue crew to locate and retrieve your body, if they ever found it, and he almost wished they wouldn’t. He couldn’t bear the thought of burying you for the second time, nor could he stand the thought of not giving you a proper funeral.

He just wished it never happened. He wished he never went on this mission with you and he wished he was the one who got buried that day. He would give anything to go back to the day you were assigned the mission. He would flat out refuse it and take you away, somewhere safe and where he could protect you. Not that you needed it. You could take care of yourself just fine, but you were reckless. You didn’t care what happened to you, as long as you were able to save someone.

And if he couldn’t refuse it, he’d stop you from going after the kid. Whatever it took; tying you to a post, dragging both you and Talia away from the site, or even going in to save the kid himself. Anything to keep you alive and safe.

What was the point?

He can wish all he wants, you’re still gone and he’s still here. You’re just someone else he couldn’t save.

Seeing how Leon lost his partner, in more ways than one, he hasn’t been assigned any new missions. He was both grateful and frustrated at that. On one hand, your absence would make him lose his mind and he wouldn’t be focused like he normally was, and on the other, he was used to distracting himself by throwing himself into his job. He needed a sense of familiarity as he tried to face this new world - the one without you there to keep him grounded.

Hunnigan was becoming more and more worried about him. He wasn’t able to focus on anything, he was at home more than he was at work, and he hadn’t filed or done research on any of the cases she sent his way. It was concerning, to say the least.

She entered the briefing room to find him still there. The meeting was long over, something she was surprised he actually showed up for, yet he hadn’t moved since it was cleared. Instead of sitting where he usually did, he sat one seat over. It was where you usually sat, your place secured next to his in the back row.

His legs were stretched out and resting on the back of the chair in front of him, his hands on his stomach as he played with a ring. He found it in your office when he went in to ask the staff to stop cleaning the space out. Well, he didn’t really ask. No, he told them to get the fuck out and to close the door behind them.

He stayed there for a good portion of the morning, sitting at the desk he had watched you organise too many times to count. After memorising every square inch of the room, he was about to get up and leave when something caught his eye.

On the top shelf of the desk, next to a framed picture of the two of you - one where you were both covered in dirt and grime and dust but still smiling because you were together - was a ring he had seen you wear many times. When he asked you about it, you told him it had no meaning to you, it was just pretty and something you found on sale.

It was a silver band with a few lines carved into it, and you only took it off when you went on missions.

Leon grabbed it without thinking twice and left your office, turning the light off and closing the door behind him.

He was twirling it around his fingers when Hunnigan walked up to him, a folder in her hand. “Kennedy,” she said in both a greeting and warning. She felt for the guy, but was also trying to do her job and he was making it more difficult than it needed to be. “The meeting is over. What are you still doing here?”

Leon didn’t look up at her as he pulled the ring off of his finger. It was far too small for him and only reached just past the tip of his finger. Maybe he could find a chain to attach it to.

Ingrid was about to speak again when he finally answered her. “I’m reminiscing,” his tone was cold and sarcastic, so unlike how he usually sounds.

She clears her throat before opening the folder and trying to ignore the fact that Leon had yet to look at her. “I have a new case for you,” she says, reading over the file before continuing, “It’s one that requires both you and your partner to attend.”

Leon looked up at her and the dark glint in his eyes had her shoulders tensing. After trying to get him to look at her all morning, she wished she would’ve known what she would be met with when he finally did. He stops twirling the ring around his finger and holds it in the palm of his hand. “My partner is dead,” he muttered, glaring at her as he leaned up in the chair.

Ingrid knew he would never hurt her, so maybe that was why his harsh words didn’t make her back down. “Just come with me,” she says and turns around. “We’re going over it somewhere more private.”

Leon’s eyes narrowed at her retreating figure. He breathed heavily through his nose before pocketing the ring and standing up, ignoring the way his lower back ached from how long he was sitting for.

He followed her down the hall and into the meeting room, letting out a huff of annoyance when the door closed behind him. “How is this more private?” He asked as they made eye contact.

Ingrid just shook her head, a small smile on her lips. “It’s not, really,” she answered. “I just wanted to formally introduce you to your partner.”

Leon refrained from rolling his eyes. “I already told you, my partner is dead-”

The side door opened and in walked someone he never thought he’d see again.

The words die on his tongue as the person looks up and at the woman beside him. “Hey, I think I left some of the papers back at the-”

Your eyes meet his and your grip on the folder falters. Almost instantly, Leon’s blue irises are covered by tears and you let go of the file completely. It falls to the floor, making Hunnigan bite back a cry of shock as she spent damn near all morning putting that together. She lets it slide as she quietly excuses herself and leaves the room.

Within seconds, Leon crosses the room and closes the distance between you. His arms wrap around your waist while yours grip his shoulders, your legs closing around his hips. You let out a happy sob when his arms tightened around you, his hands grasping at you with a desperation you had never seen or felt before.

Even the feeling of your shirt getting caught in the stitches on your hip wasn’t enough to pull you away from him. Leon feared that if he were to let go for even a second, you’d be gone again and he’d be alone. If there was one thing he knew for sure, it was that a life without you was one he could not live in.

Your tears dampen his shirt, making the fabric appear even darker. His own fall from his eyes and gather in your hair, his nose inhaling the scent of the vanilla soap that quickly became your signature smell.

He wasn’t sure if he was dreaming or not, but he knew he never wanted to wake up. It was such a difference to the countless nightmares he’s had since he lost you, each one being a replay of what actually happened to you. He would happily live in this dreamland with you forever. He never wanted to witness you dying ever again.

You died.

How were you even here?

Leon pulled away, using nearly all of his self control to do so, and looked at each inch of your face. Your bottom lip had a cut going through it, your cheek was a horrid shade of green and purple, and your left eye was bloodshot. “How?” He asked desperately. “I don’t understand-how are you-”

You just shake your head, your hands stroking his hair a few times before you bring him into a tear-tasting kiss. Leon kisses you back with everything he has, his legs moving before his mind has a chance to catch up with them.

He blindly reaches for the handle to the door and when he finds it, he stumbles into the break room with your hands tightly gripping his hair. His teeth clash with yours before they tug on your bottom lip, careful as to not rip the cut open.

He sets you down on one of the tables and one of your hands leaves his hair, your palm flat against the surface behind you as your lips messily meet. Your legs tighten around his middle and tug him even closer as his hands caress the sides of your face, his lips still locked with yours.

You pull away for air and have little time to react before Leon’s lips attack your neck. He kisses every inch of your skin as if it were the last time he would ever be able to. He was still in disbelief that it was really you in front of him. You, with your legs wrapped around him. You, with your hand tugging on his hair in the way you know he loves. You, with his saliva coating various areas of your neck as his lips made work of your skin.

Your shirt falls off your shoulder and it was then he saw the bandage that covered a large portion of your collarbone.

It really was you. A broken and beaten version of you, but still you.

He lifts one of his hands and lets his fingers gently brush over the white bandage, his eyes full of different emotions. Love. Anger. Guilt. Relief. “What happened?” He asked quietly, tracing the edges of the white fabric.

You look down at him, confused as to why he stopped kissing your neck. Your eyes soften when you see the guilt swimming in his and you gently place your hands against the sides of his face, tilting his head up so you could talk to him face to face. “I’m okay,” you murmur, your lips brushing against his. “I promise. I’ll tell you everything, I just need you. I need to be close to you.”

Leon pulled back, his hand moving up to brush your messy hair away from your face. “I love you,” he says with no hesitation. He should’ve said the three words years ago, maybe then his heart would’ve been able to grieve differently after he thought you died.

It didn’t matter. You were here, with him, and he was never letting you go.

Your lips quiver as you take in his words, your eyes flickering between his. You search for any indication that he was lying but find nothing but the truth. A grin breaks out on your lips as you gently tug on his hair. “I’ve been waiting for you to tell me that,” you whisper and watch as relief floods his eyes. “I love you, too.”

Leon laughs quietly before he presses two chaste kisses to your lips, his hands gripping the fabric of your shirt and tugging it upwards.

“So, as I fell, the ground opened up and I landed on the floor of some underground lab. The rubble and debris piled in and covered the way back up, so I was left to find another way out,” you say, your fingers playing with the hair on the back of Leon’s neck. His arms were wrapped around your middle as he gently swayed the two of you on your office chair.

The door was closed and the blinds were shut, the only light coming from the small lamp you had on your desk. It felt like you were in your own little world, like the other agents outside your office weren’t hurriedly gathering information for their next missions, like Hunnigan wasn’t a few doors down reorganising the file you dropped.

With your legs draped over his thighs and your side pressed to his front, neither of you cared that you were still at work. Too much time had passed since you last saw each other and you weren’t about to waste anymore. “While I was looking around, I found file after file about the illegal testing they were doing in the village. It was everything we could’ve possibly needed to shut these guys down for good,” you continue, your eyes casted down as you replayed your experiences in your head.

Leon looked up at you, his hand absentmindedly tracing shapes on the skin of your thighs that your skirt didn’t cover. His eyes trailed all over you, from the bandage peeking out from under your shirt, to the multiple marks he kissed into the skin of your neck, to your swollen lip.

Scratching at his scalp before smoothing your hand back over it, you turn to face him. “I grabbed everything I could and tried to find a way out, but the next thing I knew…I was being cornered by the scientists who had survived the collapse. I bargained with them for a while before they let me go, but not without dislocating my shoulder and threatening my life a couple times,” Leon’s eyes darkened at that, his jaw clenching as he stopped swaying and tightened his hold on you. “I was kept down there for a few days before the rescue team finally found me, as well as all the evidence, and then the scientists were cuffed and taken out.”

Leon shifted slightly, his hand going back to running up and down your thigh. “They told me that they couldn’t find your body,” he mumbled, making your heart ache at the sadness that dripped from his voice.

“I was put under witness protection for a week or so after I was brought back home,” you say just as quietly.

His eyes met yours again. “You have no idea how many times I threatened to go back to that place and look for you myself. They were giving me nothing to go off of. They just said you were probably crushed by all the rubble and that it could take weeks to recover your remains-” he cut himself off as a dry sob nearly slipped past his lips.

Your eyes sting as you push his hair up and press a kiss to his forehead. “I’m so sorry,” you mumbled against his skin. “I wanted to come back to you every second of every day, but they wouldn’t let me. They said it was too soon, too dangerous and to wait a few more days. I just had to hold onto the thought of seeing you again. It’s what kept me going.”

Leon looked down at his hand as it neared the hem of your skirt. “I thought I lost you,”

“I’m right here,” you say and turn his head so he was looking back at you. “I’m here and I’m never leaving your side. Not until you tell me to.”

He shakes his head, his hand falling from your thigh as he fumbles around in the pocket of his jeans. You furrow your brows as he pulls out a small object. He held your ring in between his fingers and lifted it up so you could see it.

You let out a small laugh, your hand quickly wiping away your tears as you looked between the ring and him. “My ring,” you hum, returning your hand to his hair. “I was wondering where that went.”

Leon stayed still as he grabbed your hand and slid the ring on your finger. “Marry me,” he said quietly and you could’ve heard a pin drop as silence took over the space of your office.

You shifted on his lap and moved his head so you could look him in the eyes. He was serious. “What?”

“Marry me,” he said again and held your hand in his. “I don’t want to go that long without you ever again. I can’t.”

You let out a laugh of disbelief before cradling his face in your free hand. “Yes,” you say, more tears gathering in your eyes.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you say and wrap your arms around him, pressing your body impossibly closer to his. “I’ll marry you.”

I don't have a tag list but thank you for the support on part 1 @taken-by-the-wind <3

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phoenix-bleh · 2 months

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Um, can I have part 4, please? and the art to it, I have an idea for this drawing while they're all fighting there, then child y/n thought: "So okay, I think it's time for me to run away" When a little boy runs away, I turn the fight and even Shadow Milk Cookies are after the child. and when the boy thinks that he broke away from them by wiping his forehead. "Fuuh... Is it supposed to be like this in the story? And why did everyone become so weird? So okay, I won't talk about it, we need to look for a way home."as soon as the boy was about to go further, Pure Vanilla Cookie and Shadow Mill Cookie surrounded him from two sides and told him: "are you going far?" And they began to tickle him for making him worry especially Pure Vanilla Cookies. And the rest are looking elsewhere. (how do you like the idea of art? I thought it would be nice to have a good night! ^^)😅

CRK self aware x Child! reader

part 1, 2, 3, 4

!PLATONIC RELATIONSHIP!

Some time has passed and you weren’t exactly paying attention but somehow Pure Vanilla and Shadow Milk were arguing with each other, and you could tell Shadow Milk wasn’t taking it seriously at all. You were just standing there but then you thought of something else you could do while they were distracted. You decided to see if you could find your own way home and went out into the forest. You roamed for a while and saw some pretty interesting stuff but nothing that could possibly get you home but you were a determine little child so you kept going.

It wasn’t until almost an hour later they both realized you were gone. Pure Vanilla called out for you but he didn’t get a response. They looked at each other and started running towards the forest in a quick attempt to find you. They looked for you and went deeper into the forest. Shadow Milk Cookie could sense your presence unfortunately he couldn’t pinpoint where you were. “That ignorant kid don’t they realize how dangerous this forest is…” He was kinda mad but he cared about you so of course he was panicking. On the other hand Pure Vanilla was freaking out. How could he lose you again? To him he was the ignorant one for not keeping an eye on you.

Then they heard a scream just a bit further down the forest…That had to be you…

While you were exploring you didn’t realize the group of spores following you. You had an uneasy feeling that something was behind you, but you were too scared to turn around and face what it was. You build up the courage to turn around and see what it was and you pretty much regret no running then and there. You stood there like a deer in headlights just staring at the group of creatures. That’s when you screamed out of fear, and you saw the creatures go back a bit then slowly made their way to you. In shock you took a step back and kept doing so until your back went against a tree. You covered your face and brace yourself for whatever they were about to do to you.

You heard a crash and you flinched bracing yourself for impact but nothing happened to you. You slowly uncovered your eyes and saw that the creatures were nowhere to be seen. You gave out a sigh of relief and then you heard someone cough. You quickly looked to where you heard it and saw Shadow Milk Cookie and Pure Vanilla Cookie staring at you. “What do you think you’re doing?” Pure Vanilla asked you. You started sweating and got nervous. You wanted to say something but you stumbled with your words.

Before you could actually say something you got tackled to the grown by Shadow Milk Cookie. Not Hard enough to hurt you but enough to make you fall onto the patches of grass. He started tickling your sides or anywhere to make you start laughing and squirming. You screamed and kicked yelling at him to stop but that was hard to do since you kept interrupting yourself by laughing. This went on for a couple of seconds until you were tuckered out by laughing too much. Pure Vanilla kneeled down and giggled a little bit at your state. “That’s what you get for making us worry.”

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gyusimp · 11 months

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°• 🍡 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚜 🍡 •° [Dom Mitsuri Kanroji x Fem reader]

Ok, I know this post is a bit different so let me explain. I have a friend who's sickly in love with Mitsuri, so she literally paid me to write a fic for her hahaha. I had never written femxfem before, doing this took me out of my comfort zone and even helped me unblock myself! It was a new experience and at the same time fun, I was satisfied with the result so I wanted to post it here in case anyone is interested lmao otherwise just ignore it. I'll post it on AO3 later too.

°•Read Part 02 here!

You were outside her door, in the hallway of her apartment after ringing the bell. Mitsuri would not take long to leave and so it was. After about 10 seconds she appeared on the other side of the door with a big smile on her face as she invited you in.

You had a math test in 1 week at university, you weren't exactly good at math so your friend immediately offered to give you some lessons, practice some topics and help you pass the test with the highest possible score.

"Welcome back, y/n-chan!" She greeted you, excited.

You took off your shoes and left them at the entrance and then headed to Mitsuri's room, the sound of your bare feet and hers walking on the floor accompanied their voices down the hall until she entered her room. The study desk was clean and tidy ready to work so you put your small backpack on the floor next to the bed and sat on one of the chairs that Mitsuri had brought.

"Thank you so much Mitsuri, you have no idea how much this will help me, you are amazing." You thanked her, for the thousandth time since she offered you her help.

"It's nothing y/n-chan! Anything for my friend" she said with flushed cheeks, moving one of her hands while holding her face embarrassedly with the other. "How about we start now?" One took a seat next to the other, you took out some graph paper, your pencil case and your math book. You told Mitsuri what you had to study and which ones were difficult for you, she was not only very good at math but she was also very sweet and patient with you so that gave you enough confidence to ask all the questions you wanted.

She was as sweet as a kindergarten teacher, she even congratulated you when the answer in the exercises you did was correct. It had already been 1 hour and a half since the study session began so the best thing was a short break to clear your mind and prevent you from falling asleep.

"You're doing great! How about a 20 minute break?"

"Cool, I didn't want to fall asleep." You joked, laughing with Mitsuri.

"I'll go get a glass of water, do you want water too?" She asked.

"OK thanks."

Mitsuri stood up and stretched raising her arms, you looked for no reason in her direction without thinking and watched just as she adjusted her skirt after standing up making your chest jump. Mitsuri always wore tight or short clothes, and this skirt was very short so you could see the beginning of her butt as she started to walk towards the door. When she left the room you tried to erase that image from your head and think about something else, maybe read your notes again and thus distract yourself quickly but all that came to mind was the scene when she opened the door of her apartment and the first thing you saw after her face was her tight bust under the little t-shirt she was wearing and that prominent v-neckline showing a big part of the beginning of her boobs. Was it starting to get hot? You decided to take off the cardigan you were wearing and freshen up, luckily you were wearing shorts and a tank top.

After a few seconds, the pink-haired girl entered the room with 2 glasses of water in her hands, the water was so cold that small drops slipped down the glass.

"Thanks girl, this was what I needed." You said, hoping that drinking something cool would stop your pulse racing.

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About 25 minutes of class passed after having had that little break time, you were starting to get bored and despite putting all your effort into paying attention you couldn't solve this exercise. The problems were the most difficult and Mitsuri noticed your frustrated expression trying to solve it.

"Do you have any question?" She asked attentively.

"I can't understand this part, do the exponents have to be multiplied here too? Agh! I feel so stupid..."

"You're not stupid y/n-chan! You've already managed to solve other exercises, you're very smart!"

You looked at the clock on the screen of your cell phone, there was still time to complete the agreed 2 hours of study so you sighed tired when you thought about it.

"So far you've done really well, so I think we can take another break." Mitsuri said, trying to cheer you up.

"Ok, I hope that helps." You got up from the chair and stretched again as did Mitsuri. She got up from the chair and walked to her bed to get on and crawl on the mattress towards the pillows, you looked behind you and realized two things that made you feel too nervous again. She sat cross-legged but her skirt was very short so inevitably you could see her panties and because of the position of her legs you could have seen more but you decided to place your eyes elsewhere.

"Even I feel a bit tired" Mitsuri said.

"What are you talking about? I'm the one who's been burning out her one neuron." You teased, both of you laughing in unison.

"I mean, I've never spent so much time sitting in those chairs, I usually use my bed as a study area so now my back is tingling haha."

"Me too!" You said, sitting on the bed next to her.

Mitsuri sighed and ran one of her hands over her shoulder and back. "Do you mind?" She asked. You didn't have time to react when she reached under her clothes to unhook her bra and remove it, throwing it elsewhere.

"N-not at all, don't worry." You and Mitsuri were quite confident so she was used to doing things like this in front of you without knowing that you were trying hard to hide your nerves.

"These things can be really uncomfortable sometimes, especially when, well...you know." She said, pouting as she massaged her breasts. Why had she done that? Now you felt bad for not being able to stop seeing her. Her little shirt was so tight to her body that it hugged her breasts perfectly, making her nipples stand out from under the fabric. Her breasts were large and the way they bounced under her clothes when she took off her bra kept replaying inside your head. "Sure you're not hot? I can turn on the fan if you want."

"Oh thank you. I'd like that very much."

You stayed sitting on the bed hugging your knees while Mitsuri stood up to go turn on the fan. When you felt the cool breeze hit your skin, you couldn't help but close your eyes and lie down on the pillows while leaving your legs bent. You felt a movement on the mattress so you assumed that Mitsuri had returned to the bed but then she didn't move again and remained silent so you wonder if she was still there or had left the room so you opened your eyes to find out. When you opened your eyes, you caught Mitsuri looking directly at your thighs and between your legs, with your knees bent that way she could easily see your panties under your shorts. This definitely made you too nervous, you were about to sit down and close your legs but another thought came to your head faster. She was also watching you like you were a while ago so that got you a bit horny.

Your face was very red just like Mitsuri's when she felt trapped by you but despite that she didn't try to hide what she was doing or at least try to look a little shy so that only made you keep moving forward.

"All in order?" You asked, spreading your legs with the excuse that your knees were blocking the view of her face in front of you.

At this point it was quite likely that you didn't care anymore and both of you would completely lose your shame.

"What are you talking about?" Mitsuri asked, starting to crawl towards you on the mattress.

"You didn't stop looking at me, it's unfair if I have my eyes closed." You answer.

Sometimes you two used to joke around in similar ways but now, things were getting a bit further, you both subconsciously expected one of you to stop but you kept going. You kept your legs open and Mitsuri lay on your abdomen between them, causing your core to rub dangerously against her and feeling her breasts lean against you.

"Of course that's fair, you were looking at me too so now we're even." She said, making you blush.

Both of you fell silent, Mitsuri staring at you while you tried to look anywhere but her face and that included the low neckline of her t-shirt in front of you. Mitsuri moved in place, at first you thought that she was settling into her place or she would just get up and the class would continue but everything changed when you realized that she started rubbing on you provocatively. Mitsuri settled her legs on the bed keeping one straight and the other bent to rub her own core against her panties and the mattress making her large breasts massage over you. The position of her legs made her little skirt mess up, leaving her butt exposed, showing you her tight little lace panties.

You didn't say anything, you just gasped and spread your legs more so that she could fit better in the middle of you. She smiled at you with desire so that she felt more confident to move as she wanted. Mitsuri placed her arms on each side of you to hold on better and continue rubbing on the mattress and on top of you, she even had the courage to start panting a little just to annoy you and increase your blush. Mitsuri wouldn't stop looking at you and see doing this kind of thing made you feel too nervous and even more when she was so close to you; but you'd be lying if you thought this moment was weird or awkward, each passing minute turning you on more and more and just waiting for one thing to lead to the next. You wondered if at some point she was going to touch you.

"This feels s-so good..." Mitsuri gasped. She settled between your legs and lowered one of her hands to her panties to take them and rub them better against her wet core. "You've never tried this before y/n-chan?...it feels really good."

"N-no..." you managed to reply, feeling her breasts on you turned you on more and more besides the sight in front of you.

"Really? Never before?...self-satisfaction is just as important as self-love, girl." She told you.

You didn't know what to answer, Mitsuri settled back and took her hand out from between her legs. She held on to the mattress again and it was after that when she groped her hand directly between your legs inside your shorts, over your dressed cunt making you arch your back in surprise. You were about to say something but you didn't even have time because she started rubbing her fingers against your panties causing a lot of friction with each brush of the fabric.

"A-AAH!" You moaned, surprised to feel her fingers in your panties.

Hearing your voice like that made Mitsuri turn on more, causing her to start moving her fingers faster as well as her hips against the bed. With every movement, she could feel her wet panties brushing over and over again in the middle of her slit, right on her slippery clit. The feeling was perfect so she wanted you to experience it too.

"Y/n-chan...I want to make you feel really good, aah-ah." she moaned.

Mitsuri took her hand out of your panties for just an instant, grabbing your shorts and pulling them down over your hips and butt until she took them off and tossed them around, exposing your black lace panties fitting your pussy on her face.

The pink-haired girl's fingers took the center of your panties and she began to rub the fabric making sure that each touch was right on your clit just like she did until little by little you were wetting the fabric of your underwear; you even started to move your hips to get a better feel. Mitsuri noticed that you began to get wet very quickly and slowly began to moan in need.

"D-doesn't that feel amazing?" Mitsuri asked. "The rub on the clit is perfect-aah! I'm so-so wet! And you too...mmhh."

You were both about to cum if she continued like this, but Mitsuri didn't want this to happen, at least not yet. She wanted to try more things and at the same time make sure that you enjoyed it as much as she did. Mitsuri stopped and got up, tooked off her skirt and sat up to crawl over to you.

"Don't you think it would be better to feel…closer?" She proposed to you, biting her pink lip. She traced a line with her finger all over your slit, feeling your wet labia. "We are both very wet." You stayed in the same position and Mitsuri imitated it in front of you, legs spread and leaning on her arms on the bed. "I'd like to feel you…here" she said, spreading her legs and making her panties shift to let her cunt peek out from under the fabric.

"Then do it..." you replied.

Hearing that made her heart jump with happiness. Mitsuri came up to you and took your panties off, then she got rid of her panties as well and left them lying around. She took your thighs squeezing them sensually to accommodate your legs around her waist and make you hook her between your legs. She did the same and that's when you realized how flexible Mitsuri was when she spread your legs and hers and hooked you in the same way against the bed, letting her breasts crash against yours almost on your face. When he was in the position she wanted, she dropped putting some pressure on you and sat down so that her pussy was exactly on yours, making you moan when you felt his wet labia. Mitsuri leaned over and settled on your hips, holding onto her arms on either side of you and beginning to move her hips, slow movements in circles and back and forth. The contact between your most sensitive points was direct, the position of the open legs of both and each of the movements made your lips move and your cunts open to collide and slide against each other.

Wet sounds began to accompany your and her moans throughout the room, you moved your hips against Mitsuri's to cause more friction. Both cunts wet rubbing each other, your clit massaging against Mitsuri's was the most perfect sensation you've ever felt in your life. You looked up or squeezed your eyes but when you looked ahead and saw Mitsuri's neckline you completely sank in pleasure and didn't take your eyes off her. Her tits moved and bounced on you with each of her thrusts, her hard nipples standing out under her tight t-shirt. Mitsuri's movements began to get faster and faster, crashing and bouncing off of you, she began to grind her vagina against yours increasing the odds of bringing both of you an amazing orgasm. You realized something, Mitsuri's t-shirt was too small and her bust was too big, her boobs began to bounce more and more forcefully from her cleavage and seeing that made you crazy and she didn't seem to care at all; she just kept moving on you, getting wet on your vagina until the position she was in and her strong thrusts caused one of her breasts to come completely out of her clothes bouncing on you and then her other tit did the same. You didn't take your eyes off her, her pink nipples were rubbing on your chest so you decided to take them to massage them with your hands and make her as aroused as you were.

"Y-your boobs are so big-aah! I love them."

"You're also...a-aah- you're beautiful y/n-chan! Your little wet cunt is so cute ah-mnnh!" Mitsuri moved away from you a bit and took off her shirt, making her breasts bounce even more when she took it off. You didn't stop seeing her for a second, moving more.

When she returned to the position she was in, you put both hands directly on her butt to massage it and put some downward pressure so that your cunt was closer to hers, you squeezed and touched her ass making her moan for a long time until that you felt the need for more. Your left hand slid between her buttocks until it reached her wet pussy and your right hand began to play with your own pussy or the part that Mitsuri's couldn't cover, wetting the fingers of both hands, pumping your own hole and feeling this made Mitsuri squirm on top of you, leaning her head back moaning with all her might and moving faster on top of you. Your juices and hers splashed between her slippery cunt and your legs spread wider to rub you with each of her folds.

"AA-AH! Yy/n...y/n-chan! Mmghh-aah!! D-you think you're gonna cum already?"

You couldn't even answer because you were about to, you moved your hips hard to feel Mitsuri on your clit while you tightened around your fingers, you squeezed Mitsuri's ass again making her moan as you did when a warm sensation it went down from your abdomen straight into your pelvis.

"AAH-AAH MITSURI!! I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum! AAH!!"

Your legs spread wide, your back arched and a sticky white discharge shot straight out of your vagina drenching Mitsuri, causing her to do the same and cum in your pussy. Both wetting each other while she was still bouncing her pussy against yours in reaction to the orgasm until her speed slowed down.

Her thighs and yours were wet and sticky, you saw Mitsuri's breasts and as they glistened with sweat, sweat dripped from the back of your knees to your feet and your legs trembled as did your breath. Mitsuri lay down next to you and let both of you stretch out your legs after staying in that position for so long. Before she fully pulled away from you, you could see thin white threads coming from her cunt joining yours, leaving you wet and feeling slippery between your legs. Mitsuri's chest rose and fell with her heavy breathing, even though neither of you spoke it wasn't an awkward moment at all. You two looked into each other's eyes and different parts of your body at the same time. You didn't know what time it was, you even completely forgot the reason you were here, you saw the desk and looked at all your study material and then you saw the time on the clock next to the bed on a small table. 6:44 pm It was already getting dark outside and that worried you a bit.

"That was a very interesting lesson." You said, breaking the silence.

"We should repeat it another day, don't you think?" Mitsuri spoke, sensually.

"You think so? Then you won't be able to get me out of here that easily in a study session." You joked.

"You don't have to go today, I know it can be dangerous to go out at night so you can spend the night here..."

"You mean...a second round?" You said, getting up to approach Mitsuri.

"If that's what you want."

"Only if you let me go above you this time..." you replied, straddling her.

#kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #mitsuri kanroji #mitsuri #mitsuri x y/n #mitsuri x reader #mitsuri smut #mitsurikanrojismut #mitsurixfemreader #fem x fem #kimetsu no yaiba smut

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gg-pedro · 4 months

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can you hear the music (ch. 3) - joel miller x reader

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summary: everyone in jackson is trying to distract themselves from something. you teach ellie piano and find yourself trying to help more than one miller settle into their new world.

chapter 3: today, it would be sarah's 34th birthday. but today, tomorrow, and every other day, joel needs you.

warnings: post outbreak!joel, jackson!era, joel x reader, AFAB!reader, platonic!ellie x reader, implied age gap, smoochin', gropin', mentions of death, joel grieves, joel sings, arguing/fighting (kinda), mental health discussions, lewdness, angst, heavy feelings (and there's more where that come from!)

words: 3.4k

a/n: man. can u tell I rewatched episode 1? i’m proud of this one. also, I hope this reaches my fleetwood mac lovers.

Joel, while in the middle of hauling a bag of horse feed over his good shoulder (and ‘good’ was being generous), realized he was getting old. This was the tenth revelation of the day, give or take. From when he forced himself out of bed onto aching joints, to when he hadn’t heard Ellie come up behind him in the kitchen, and most notably, to when he realized Sarah’s 34th birthday would’ve been today.

It didn’t sting anymore. Not after this long, not after 20 years. It didn’t even hurt.

It just ached.

He sloughed the feed into the trough, stepping back to catch his breath. He glided his hand over the pretty little mare that he usually took out. She seemed too small to not be a pony, but hey, equine standards had flown out the window 20 years ago along with everything else.

Tommy knew, too. He never forgot. Maybe that's why he patted Joel on the back at breakfast that morning and told him to go ‘take a ride’. Clear his head. They still had work to do today. The Earth never stopped spinning. Joel thought that by now, it should’ve.

To be fair, the date could’ve been a little off, but the air was that same lukewarm cold and the sun shone blinding in a clear blue sky the same way it did on the day Sarah was born. Winter was melting into a tepid spring in Wyoming, and Joel was still here to fucking see it.

For a second he wondered if his vision was going, too, having to do a double-take when he noticed you leaning against the wooden beam of the stall entrance.

“Jesus,” he mumbled. “Y’ever heard of knocking?”

You rolled your eyes. “Must’ve missed the door.”

“How’d you find me?” He asked, finally turning to really look at you. Irritatingly beautiful.

“Ellie,” you answered. “Said you were going for a joy ride.”

He sighed, coming over to wrap his arms just below the dip of your spine. “Kid couldn’t keep a secret if her fuckin’ life depended on it,” he grumbled, pausing afterwards to give you a slow kiss.

“I like the honesty. She’s got nothing to hide, especially if it has anything to do with you.” You grinned and fell right into his little ploy.

“Mmh. Lucky me.”

He had you backed against the wooden railing in an instant, his hand creeping up below your shirt and onto the soft skin of your waist. The touch raised goosebumps all over your body. You placed two hands on either side of his neck, gently, enjoying the way he was feeling you up with his lips glued to yours.

“Now? Right here?” You asked once you had the chance to break away from his mouth. “A little risky, Miller. Don’t forget, I’m still your worst kept secret,” you chided.

“No, not right here. And fuck you.” He pulled away until all but one hand was still stroking your side through your shirt.

“Likewise.”

And Joel loved you. Maybe not in the same way he loved Tommy or Ellie or Sarah, but still, he did. He loved your smart mouth, the way you blazed like a fire in bed with him, your natural talent, the way you made it all ache less.

And you did– make it ache less. That was reason enough.

He gestured to the horse that was a few feet away, still eating its breakfast. “You wanna join?”

“Can’t say no,” you said. “What’s the occasion? I thought they were strict about leaving for non-essential reasons.”

Joel was looking at you until he wasn’t, his gaze going right through you. He could tell you. He knew he could. You knew about his daughter and you still never brought it up. You’d lost people too, he knew that. He could tell you and you would bring him into your arms and say something like, I’m so sorry, Joel. I’m here. I’m here if you need me.

He would tell you. But not today.

He shrugged and pressed a kiss into your hairline. “Just another day. I want you to come.”

“Alright, then.” You nodded towards the guitar sitting in the corner of the stall. Dark stained wood around the edges fading into a lighter mahogany. It was beautiful. “Bringing that, too?”

“Yeah, why not. Here, let me help.” He grabbed it and lifted it over your head, situating it so that the body of the guitar was resting against your back. “You ever played?”

You shook your head. “No. Good thing you do.”

He brought the horse out into the open, making sure he still had everything important– a gun in his pocket and a broken watch on his wrist. He helped you up onto the saddle, sitting behind him and flush with his back.

Outside the walls, It was a beautiful day. The sun had melted away the heavy snow on the peaks of the rolling hills, the first kiss of spring. New life, grass that had started to green. You had your arms wrapped tightly around Joel’s middle, face pressed against the back of his shoulder. The fields seemed boundless. You hadn’t realized just how infinitesimally small your world had grown since being in Jackson.

“Are there usually infected around here?” You asked.

“Not really. The valley helps. We’ll stay out in the open, don’t worry, baby.”

You didn’t even have to ask. The little tour he was giving you around the east end of the fields was mostly an effort to case the surrounding area, his senses on high alert for anything dangerous. The truth was, this place was secure. Still, Joel would move mountains to keep you safe. Would do anything. He’d made mistakes in the past that he wouldn’t let happen again. Couldn’t.

After a loop around the outer wall, riding with a mixture of the horse's friendly canter and Joel intentionally speeding her up to scare the shit out of you and make you hold on tighter to him, he settled on a plateau at the top of a hill, a few steps away from the thick evergreen forest.

After helping you off the mare and spreading out the woven blanket he had rolled up on the back of the saddle, Joel sat down with a heavy sigh. You tied the lead to a low tree branch where the horse seemed content to roam. After, you pulled the guitar over your head and handed it to him.

It was still early in the day, and the sun was barely cresting over the hilltops from this view. 10:42 AM. That’s when his daughter was born. He looked down at the broken face of his watch out of habit, even though the thing had been broken for years at this point.

You dropped down next to him and your head immediately connected with his shoulder. Looking over at him, his eyes were far away and glassy. “What’re you thinking about?”

Joel shook his head and pressed a slow kiss into your forehead. “Nothin’. Just wondering what I should play.” He brought the guitar into his lap and strummed it a little, pausing to tune the top string down half a step. “Feel like I gotta impress you.”

You huffed a laugh and shook your head. “You don’t have to. Who’d you used to listen to?”

“Oh, Jesus…” he had sort of let go of the fond memories he had of old music. With you, though, he was starting to miss it. “Some Zeppelin, some Billy Joel, Pearl Jam… Nirvana was just gettin’ good, too. Lots of Chet Atkins when I was younger.”

You just smiled, moving your hand to stroke his knee. “None of that surprises me.”

“You like Fleetwood Mac?” he asked after a while. “Stevie Nicks, always one of my favorites. My daughter’s, too.”

Your heart hurt a little at that. Joel had never brought up the daughter he’d lost with you. You kissed his shoulder as he started picking the strings to the tune of Landslide, that gentle back and forth that you hadn’t heard in more than 20 years.

“That's a good one, baby.”

You still remembered the lyrics. He did, too.

I took my love, I took it down

I climbed a mountain and I turned around

And I saw my reflection in the snow-covered hills,

‘Til the landslide brought me down

Joel’s playing wasn’t perfect. He’d picked the guitar up again a few times in the last couple weeks, but before that, it had been a lifetime ago. On that radio station in Austin, The Best Of The ‘70’s, this one would come on all the time. Sarah would grin and sing her best rendition, as loudly as possible, always egging Joel on to join in too. Sometimes he would, but not always. He regretted that.

He thought your voice was beautiful. Clear and bright. His voice was probably an octave below yours, gravelly and out of practice. The two of you mixed together like honey into whiskey.

Oh, mirror in the sky,

What is love?

Can the child in my heart rise above?

Can I sail through the changin’ ocean tides?

Can I handle the seasons of my life?

He would’ve liked to scoff at that. There's nothing to do but handle it. Push forward and deal. He didn’t die on September 26th, 2003, despite his best efforts and no matter how much he wanted to. He was here with you. Singing with you, laughing through the verses, watching the sun light up your eyes. And for that? A part of him had to consider himself a lucky son of a bitch.

He couldn’t stop himself from wanting to make a life with you. The extent to which he could see that to fruition, he wasn’t sure. Everything was uncertain. He didn’t even deserve it. Nothing he had done over the past 20 years was worthy of you. But fuck, he could be good. If he tried, maybe, he could be good for you. And trying? It’d be worth it.

Well, I’ve been afraid of changin’

‘Cause I’ve built my life around you

But time makes you bolder

Even children get older

And I’m getting older, too

Joel had to stop singing. Tears were swelling in his dark brown eyes and one wrong move would break the entire dam of emotions. He kept playing, though, into the second chorus, happy to listen to you.

Well, I’ve been afraid of–

“Joel?”

You turned away from the landscape to look at his face. Tears were streaking his cheeks, his eyes staring straight ahead of him. You didn’t say anything– you took the guitar out of his arms and brought him into yours instead. You rubbed slow circles into his flannel-clad back, holding him tight as his shoulders sagged and shuddered with every shaky inhalation.

“I’m sorry, baby, I’m sorry," he managed to say.

“It’s okay, Joel. You’re okay. It’s just me, you know I don’t mind. I got you, come on, just get it out.”

You had your own guesses as to what was getting to him so bad. You told yourself a long time ago that you wouldn’t pry. He wouldn’t tell you like that, anyway. He had to do it himself.

After a few pregnant moments passed with the two of you like that, his breathing finally evened out enough for him to speak clearly. He pulled away from you, taking your face into his hands so you couldn’t look away. His eyes were reddened and puffy, his cheeks wet.

“I ain’t gonna let nothin’ happen to you. D’you understand that? Nothin’. I’m gonna take care of you. Keep you safe. Keep you happy.” He tucked your hair behind your ears before gliding his thumbs over the skin just below your eye. “I will. You just gotta let me.”

You gently pried his hands away from your face, taking them into your own and pressing a kiss into his knuckles. “Okay, baby. I’ll let you. I’ll let you,” you repeated. “I’m safe with you, I know.”

He pulled you in suddenly, practically squeezing all of the air out of your lungs with the grip he had on you. “I promise you. I promise.”

He promised you, and you believed him.

And if you see my reflection in the snow covered hills,

Well, the landslide bring it down

Oh, the landslide bring it down

At your lesson with Ellie, she seemed more motivated than you did. Sooner or later, she was going to exhaust the entire Star Wars: A Beginner’s Score sheet music book that you had found a few years back.

After successfully sight reading the first few bars of The Imperial March and promptly declaring that she had had enough ‘piano-ing’ for the day, Ellie gave you a look.

You furrowed your brows. “What?”

“Nothin’,” she said flippantly, looking away from you. “Just– are you and Joel, like, together?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Ellie turned, looking exasperated. “Pft. You know exactly what I mean.”

You rolled your eyes and jokingly shoved her away from you by the forehead. “We’re getting married next week, actually,” you said, laughing. “Mhm, we’re running away with each other. Gonna buy a big white house with a big picket fence down south– you know, to keep you out.”

“Oh, fuck you, dude.” She giggled too, punching your shoulder in return hard enough to push you down the piano bench. “I have a right to know! And besides, I don’t have anyone to tell. I can keep a secret.”

“I disagree, but– if you memorize your F# minor scale by Tuesday, I’ll tell you all about it. Has to be perfect, though,” you qualified.

“Fine,” she said with stubborn resolve. “And… there's one more thing.” Her eyes cast downwards and her shoulders drooped a little as she gave a long exhale.

“What is it?”

She looked back up at you through her dark lashes. “Did you hear about the guy who got hit in the head with a can of soda?”

“The– the who?”

With a completely straight face, she said, “Yeah. He’s lucky it was a soft drink.”

Ellie’s laughter could barely be heard over your exaggerated groaning. You had your head dropped into your hands and Ellie in tears when Joel walked in through the front door.

Ellie, sighing and wiping her eyes, said: “I told her the ol’ soda-can-to-the-head one. Pretty good, right?”

“Jesus…” you heard Joel mutter.

Shiny-eyed and smiling, you pointed to the door. “Out of my house. Both of you. And don’t bother coming back.”

Ellie grabbed her coat and was out the door before Joel could even open his mouth. “See you Tuesday!”

“Don’t let the door hit you on the way out!”

Later that day, in the hot and unusually busy Tipsy Bison, Joel was too drunk.

It was the perfect conclusion to the most bittersweet day he’d had in a while. Had the morning with you, finished up a roofing project just after dinner, and against his better judgment, asked if you wanted drinks. You arrived as a pair, undoubtedly eliciting new whisperings from your fellow Jackson residents, but Joel was starting not to care.

You’d mentioned going out together in passing to him after he had told you about the bar scene when he was younger, commenting on how you wished you’d gotten to experience that. And yeah, maybe this felt more like playing pretend to him than anything, but he wanted to give you good days. Good memories. A real life, where you could experience things with him and not have to worry about how long the happiness would last.

Tonight, it backfired. A year ago today, he would’ve been mixing whiskey and oxycodone to forget it was Sarah’s birthday. But now, he was too drunk with Tommy, and you were watching all of it, and he wished he still had a handful of pills to knock him out.

“She your girlfriend now, brother?” Tommy slurred, clapping him on the shoulder.

Joel grabbed you roughly by the waist from his seat at the bar, tucking you in close to him. “Yeah, she’s my girl,” he cooed. “Ain’t that right, pretty baby?”

Tommy chuckled, slamming his glass down onto the counter. “Same way Tessa was your girl? Or different this time?”

Joel wanted to be sick. “The fuck’s wrong with you, asshole?”

You, a little tipsy yourself by this point, smoothed a hand over Joel’s curls in an effort to de-escalate this conversation. “Joel, hey. He’s your brother. Don’t start a fight.”

Tommy shook his head and patted you on the arm. “It’s okay, baby, let him speak.”

Drunkenly, Joel stood up, pointing an accusatory finger at his brother. “If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be saddled with all this shit,” he started. “Always chasin’ your sorry ass. Halfway across the fuckin’ country this time. If it weren’t for you, Tess’d be here.”

This was an old argument, but they were drunk, and it seemed like the perfect time to rehash it.

Tommy stood up to meet his eyes. “Oh yeah? Really? If it weren’t for me, Joel, you’da had a bullet in your head by now. Oh, y’haven't told her? Your girl? Go on, tell her. Tell her all about Sarah. Happy fuckin’ birthday to her.”

“Keep her name out your motherfuckin’ mouth, you– bastard–”

You had your arm interlinked with Joel’s, but he flung you off of him in an instant. He swung at Tommy, but his aim was a little diluted from the gin and Tommy ducked anyway. He only got one attempt in before five different people were pulling them away from each other to opposite ends of the bar.

You followed Joel, thanking the two men who were restraining him as he shouted strings of profanities and nobody, assuring them that you could take it from here.

“Joel, you gotta calm down. Hey. Hey, Miller, I’m fucking talking to you.” You grabbed his face in your hands and forced him to look at you. “Take a breath. Just take a breath.”

He did as he was told, but his eyes were still darting rapidly around the room. “Tommy…” he breathed out. “Fuck. I didn’t mean to, I swear. Did I hurt him? I hurt him, didn’t I?”

“No, baby. You– uh, you missed.”

“Ah, fuck.”

Maybe narcotics wouldn’t have fixed this, either.

Joel let you drag him back to your place without putting up much of a fight. Sarah. She would’ve been ashamed of him. There was a mounting list of things that Sarah would’ve hated him for, and this was just the icing on the cake.

Back on your couch, lying on his back, he wanted today to be over.

“I was s’pposed to be doin’ good for you,” he said quietly. “Bein’ better for you.”

“What are you talking about?” You asked, your voice straining with the force it took to tug off his left boot.

“I’m no good for you.”

“Joel–”

“I ain’t, babydoll. I ain’t. Not for you, not for Ellie, not for Tommy, not for Tessa, and not for Sarah,” he mumbled. “It’s her birthday.”

“I know.”

“I miss her,” he swallowed. “Real bad.”

“I know, Joel.”

There was a lump in his throat and a tightness in his chest. Landslide was still stuck in his head.

… saw my reflection… snow covered hills …

He shut his eyes. “Is Ellie alright?”

“Mhm. She’s asleep down the street,” you said, tracing lazy shapes into his stomach.

“She’s a good kid,” he mumbled. “Tough kid.”

“She is,” you agreed. “She relies on you– cares about you. Lots of people care about you.”

… time makes y’bolder, children get… older …

Joel hummed in response. “I still need you.”

… I’m gettin’ older, too …

You bit your lip. You should really get back up, make sure Joel had a glass of water and painkillers near him for when he woke up. Maybe even a bowl from the kitchen. But your body felt like it was being weighed down by lead, and the infrequency at which you actually drank alcohol was making you unfathomably tired.

You laid down on top of him, head pressed against his chest. His breathing was slow and even and his heart rate was calm.

“I need you, too.”

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" i know that you got daddy issues, and i do too " - todoroki x reader

it's not a song fic i just have a really messed up relationship with my dad lol - i don't have a lot of direction for this, it's just a little lazy & venty,, we'll see where it goes ♡

it was one of those nights where 1-a was all tired from the long school week, but not enough to fall asleep. they happened every once in a while, and always resulted in the majority of the class hanging out together in the common area doing whatever together until they all crashed for the evening.

the open downstairs was filled with the sound of idle conversation and super smash bros, but most of everyone's attention on the ladder. it started with just the bakusquad, but once katsuki ran undefeated, almost everyone else in the class took it upon themselves to try and overthrow the king. so far, nobody was successful. ururaka came close, but to no avail. she took the defeat like a champ, though.

while most everyone huddled around the tv, yelling things like "KICK HIS ASS" and "SHUT UP YOU BASTARD I'M TRYING TO FOCUS" (yeah), there were a few who had strayed from the pack. tokoyami and shoji were over by the dining tables playing a game of chess, and kouda was reading a book on a couch off to the side, using his classmates as white noise.

and then there was you.

you were settled on top of the kitchen island, legs crossed, with one earbud in. it wasn't that you didn't want to be around your friends, you had grown slightly overstimulated and needed a moment to recollect your thoughts.

you rolled a lollipop of your favorite flavor around in your mouth, absentmindedly scrolling through pinterest. your mind was on anything but aesthetically pleasing pictures, brows furrowed as your thoughts wandered back to your family. you sighed and squeezed your phone for a moment before turning it off and setting it down next to you. you just needed to distract yourself. something more.

in that moment, one of your classmates strolled into the kitchen. you looked up at todoroki, who was holding an empty mug.

"hey," he smiled at you softly as he made his way over to the stove. "what are you still doing in here?"

"ah, iida hasn't noticed me sitting on the countertop yet." you chuckled at your own joke, feeling the smallest butterflies when he grinned back at you. "what about you?"

"just getting a refill." he said, picking up the kettle of tea momo had put on earlier (omg.) and filling his mug. "and checking on you."

"oh-" you looked up at him in surprise, cocking your head to the side slightly. "really? for why?"

"you didn't look like you were doing too well earlier." he said bluntly, leaning against the counter facing you and taking a sip of his drink.

"ah... yeah," you looked away and laughed awkwardly, playing with your rings.

"are you?"

"am i what?"

when you turned to look back at him, his expression had changed. less neutral, more... worried. compassionate.

"are you not doing well?"

you opened your mouth to say something. "i'm fine, thank you though!" was was you had always answered with. you were tired, or you were just zoning out, anything but not okay. yet the way he looked at you made you hesitate. saying you were doing just fine was so second nature, but it was almost hard to lie to him.

before you could actually answer, your phone started to buzz softly. you both turned your attention to it, reading the name in the caller id line.

"dad"

you bit your lip and furrowed your brow. it continued to vibrate in your hand a few more times, before you declined the call. you quickly set your phone down and looked straight ahead. you have no idea why, but your eyes began to water. you took a shaky deep breath, and made an attempt to spell out your thoughts, something you learned earlier in life to help keep from crying.

"y/n..." todoroki set down his mug and took a step towards you, carefully.

"hmm?" your voice was tight as you avoided eye contact, trying to keep from blinking, afraid it would push a tear out.

you took on last deep breath and spelled out one last phrase, before you felt your eyes finally dry. you sighed and put your lollipop back in your mouth, facing him with a smile like nothing had happened.

"i see."

you cocked your head to the side in confusion, watching as he pulled himself up onto the counter and sitting across from you. you pulled your knees to your chest and rested your chin atop them. he noted your look of curiosity and held out a hand to you. you hesitated for a moment before carefully placing your fingers to his palm. he shifted until he was sitting close, holding your hand in his, tracing over your bones and knuckles softly, fiddling with your rings.

"i understand, i mean. i think." his voice was low and soft. anyone standing further than a few feet away would have a hard time hearing him. "whatever your reason for ignoring that call, whyever you did it... i've got dozens of calls from my old man i never bothered to pick up."

when you looked up at him, you saw his eyes glues to your fingers tangled with his. he touched your hands so delicately, as if you were made of glass. he was so full of care. his touch, the way he looked at you, all of it. it was all so full of the most tender affection.

"you don't need to talk about it, if you don't want to. God knows it took me forever to open up to midoriya," he smiled a bit. "i just wanted you to know the offer is out there, if you need it."

you bit down on your lollipop to try and hide how big that'd made you smile. the second you opened your mouth to say something, you heard iida begin to raise his voice, something about curfew and going to bed.

both you and todoroki turned to see him coming into the kitchen, stiffening when he notices you.

"both of you should get off the counter right now! this is living space, for goodness sake! and still school property."

you chuckled and waved a hand at him, already climbing off. "alright, class rep, don't get your panties in a twist. we're going." you tossed your sucker in the bin as todoroki stepped onto the floor, too.

"good. now get some good rest tonight, we've all had a long week and you've earned it. sleep well, both of you."

"you too, iida."

you and todoroki offered him tired smiles as you made your way past him to the elevator. when you got inside, you practically collapsed against the wall with an exasperated sigh. todoroki went ahead and pushed the button for his floor, but not yours. you didn't question it, maybe he'd forgotten. so instead, you pushed yourself off the wall and moved towards the panel. your outstretched hand halted to a stop when you felt arms wrap around your torso. before you could turn, you felt todoroki's nose nuzzle into your neck. he took a deep breath that made you shiver.

"come over, to my room. we can talk. or not. i can distract you, do whatever you want. i'm not tired yet."

feeling his breath on your skin practically made your heart leap into your throat. you stood, frozen for a moment, gasping softly when his grip on you tightened ever so slightly. you wondered if he could feel your heart beating, with how close he was to your main pulse points. his lips, so close...

you leaned back into him and put your hands over his, wrapped around your waist. "yeah... me neither."

you could practically feel him smile as another small exhale of his grazed your neck, making you shiver. "i'll play with your hair if you want, play with your fingers... just hold you."

as if his words hadn't already done it, you practically melted in his hands when his lips pressed against your neck for a long second. you hummed in response, blushing furiously.

"just relax pretty girl, i promise i'll be there for you however you need me."

idk man its wtv !

i'm officially out of ideas right now, requests are open to anybody, feel free to be as specific or detailed or even vague as you like and please please please don't be shy <33

i love you sm okay bye !!

#shoto todoroki #shouto todoroki #shoto x reader #shoto x y/n #shoto x you #todoroki x reader #bnha x reader #my hero fanfic #my hero academia #bnha #bnha fic #bnha fanfiction #escapism #daddy issues #hurt/comfort #light angst #sprinkle of angst for you #ily all

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Safest with You - Ch. 2 (The Bookstore)

1.7K / Modern AU Retired Mob Enforcer!Din Djarin x fem!reader

Summary: You run into a familiar stranger at a bookshop after work.

Warnings: None! All fluff: our meet cute continues in a second location.

A/N: Thank you for the kind words and encouragement on Ch. 1 🥹 This takes place at the end of the day following the events of The Coffeeshop (Series Masterlist).There's a Paz mention (he took over from Din as head of security for the Fett family when Din retired), and a Peli mention too! 😊 I didn't set out to do dual POV, but it veered in that direction a little bit - if you have any tips on writing in this style, please do kindly share! Thank you!

You work late, as usual, and find yourself with just enough time to run across the street to your favourite independent bookstore downtown before heading out to dinner with some friends. It’s actually such a funny little store to be tucked away amidst all the concrete skyscrapers, but you’re grateful it exists – a friendly, cozy haven that you often find yourself visiting at the end of a long work day. Today, you’ve come expressly to pick up multiple copies of the latest release in a fantasy series that a few of your dinner friends are reading. After picking up four copies, you give in to the temptation to look around the shop for something to add to your ever growing TBR pile.

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Din spots you from his spot in the bookstore window before you even come in. He’s supposed to be keeping watch for the target in his assigned area, but the truth is he’s been distracted thinking about you all day. He had noticed you in the coffeeshop this morning even before the kerfuffle with that scrawny punk in the grey suit, but after having spent a little time with you, he hasn't been able to get your pretty smile and sweet voice out of his mind. He had been touched by the way you took care of an old lady you didn’t even know; but it was after your warmth had radiated to his hand when you had warned him of the sharp porcelain shards, that you truly became unforgettable. He admired the way you had diffused the situation this morning; not many had the talent to calm and soothe him with a single touch. It was especially striking since he had seen a fiery spark in your eyes when you had admonished that jerk in the grey suit. The way you could be so sweet, but then tap into such passion at a moment’s notice, had him grinning to himself positive he would not want to get on your bad side. What a woman.

Din watches you bounce into the store and make a beeline for the new releases table. With amusement, he sees you select multiple copies of the same book, but not before picking up and examining all the copies on the table, and choosing only the ones that pass your careful inspection. After you disappear between the stacks, Din makes the split second decision to leave his post (he and Paz had planned for multiple sightlines covering each location. It should be fine.). Going first to the till to discreetly pay for the books that he saw you pick up, Din then ducks into the back of the store where he saw you wander off to.

He finds you straightening up the piles of books on a table labelled “BookTok Faves” and wonders if you’re organizing a mess you had stumbled upon or one you had created by searching through the copies looking for the “crispiest” covers. He finds both possibilities to be equally charming.

“Hi.”

You look up, completely taken by surprise to see the handsome Quad Ice stranger from this morning looking at you with an adorable grin, and you can’t help but smile back, “Hi! It’s you.”

Din chuckles, “Yes, it’s me.”

Right away you think of the events of this morning, “Oh! Was everything okay with the old lady after I left?”

Din isn’t at all surprised that your first thought is to ask after someone else. He tells you everything: how he waited with Elizabeth for her cappuccino to be called, how he learned she’s in the city visiting her twin grandchildren (one girl, one boy), and how he saw her to and sat with her at a prime window seat in the coffee shop for a little bit, and that when he left, she was halfway through the delicious coffee cake, which she had insisted he take a bite of.

You delight in these details and you tell him so as you thank him for his thoughtfulness.

“What about you? How was the rest of your day?”

You note that it’s kind of him to ask and let him know that you had a perfectly lovely day, “…and to think, some spilled coffee on my clothes didn’t make a lick of difference to the people I work with. Imagine that!” You have a twinkle in your eye, and Din laughs along with you, not even trying to hide how mesmerized he is by the sound of your giggles.

He points at the stain on your skirt that he remembers seeing this morning and offers, “Well, if you need a good dry cleaner, my friend runs ‘Peli’s Drycleaning’ on 14th. If you say Din sent you, they might try extra hard not to lose your clothes.”

“Oh! Thank you! I have a great relationship with my dry cleaners… I spill a lot,” you joke, “but I appreciate the offer so much …Din.” You try out his name and find that you love the way it sounds rolling off your tongue; you introduce yourself and give him your hand when he holds out his. His huge hand completely dwarfs yours, and as he holds your hand for a moment longer than necessary, you feel how strong and rough his palm and thick fingers are and think you might like the feel of his hands even more than the feel of his name.

To snap yourself out of a daydream state that is barreling towards inappropriate thoughts such as where else you might like those hands and fingers, you take the opportunity to thank Din for everything he did this morning. “Thank you again for all your help this morning; I’m really glad you were there.”

“You look like you had it under control,” Din smiles, but his brow furrows remembering, “but I didn’t like the way that guy spoke to you and Elizabeth. He was really out of line. No one should be speaking to anyone else like that.”

“Oh, sadly I feel like that’s more common than it should be around here. There’s always some puffed up finance guy that thinks he can yell his way to the top,” you roll your eyes. Over your career you’ve definitely met your fair share of douche bag finance bros; luckily, you’ve also learned that arrogance and false bravado aren’t the only way to get ahead. You have a feeling that the man standing in front of you is a testament to the fact that strength and authority can come from calm and consideration. “You don’t work around here?” you ask Din.

Din shakes his head, “No, just have a work assignment that has me down here for the day. I don’t usually come downtown.” Din light heartedly jokes, “Which is lucky for our coffee-stained friend, you might not be around next time to calm me down if I were to see him again.”

You remember the electricity that had emanated from Din this morning when you had touched his clenched fists and remember the sense of safety you had felt then; you feel it now, just being in his presence. You give Din a glowing smile, “Well, I hope his meeting went well and that no one noticed his stains, so he was thoroughly ashamed of himself for the rest of the day for the way he acted.”

“You’re much nicer than me. I have been actively hoping all day that his meeting didn’t go well.”

“Well. I think you’re very nice,” you look up shyly.

Din smiles back. How are you so sweet? He is about to ask you if you’re free for dinner, when the phone in his hand buzzes. He looks down to see a text from Paz that the target has been spotted and the location that everyone needs to converge at now. “Oh. Shoot. I have to go. I’m sorry.”

You’re a little surprised by the abrupt end to the conversation, but Din genuinely looks sorry to be leaving, “Of course! Good luck with.. your thing! It was nice to see you again.”

“You too.” Din has already started to move towards the bookstore exit, but he tries to convey his regret at having to leave you with his forlorn expression. He’s not sure if he will ever see you again, and he swallows the lump in this throat at that thought, doing his best to memorize your pretty face and the sweet way you’re waving goodbye.

After Din leaves you let out a deep sigh. Would you ever see Din again? He didn’t work downtown, so your chances of running into him at the coffeeshop or this bookstore again were probably nil. And you didn’t know anything about him other than his first name and the fact that he was kind and funny, with puppy dog eyes you could lost in, and big strong hands that would feel so good around… stop it. You exhale another melancholy breath and wish you had had a little more time with Din, maybe you could have gotten his number or something. You resign yourself to having to forget your handsome Quad Ice.

To fill this new emotional void, you add a couple more books to your purchase pile and you make your way over to the cashier. After she scans your items, she pushes the stack back towards you and says, “It’s all taken care of!”

“I’m sorry, what do you mean?”

“The gentleman who was here earlier paid for your books already.”

Din? “The gentleman? The one with the dark fluffy hair with greys in it?” You describe what Din was wearing as well, still in disbelief.

“That’s the guy! He actually gave me a lot more than what’s needed to cover your books, so you can grab some more stuff if you want. He said to keep paying for people’s books until it ran out, so if there’s anything else you want to get, go ahead.”

“No, that’s ok…I’m sure the next person will appreciate the gesture,” you say, absentmindedly, other thoughts racing through your head, “Wait.. did he leave a number or anything, some way I can contact him to thank him?”

“I actually asked him if wanted to do that, but he said he wouldn’t want you to feel obligated because of the books to call him; he just wants you to enjoy the gift.” Your breath hitches a little; the cashier notices and says, “I know, right?” She gives you a dreamy look, which you mirror back.

Well so much for forgetting your handsome Quad Ice.

Thank you for reading! First two lines of Ch. 3 (The Drycleaner):

“He bought you books?!?”

“Well technically, he bought us all books.”

#din djarin #din djarin fanfiction #din djarin fic #din djarin x reader #din djarin x f!reader #din djarin x you #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal characters fanfiction #modern au #no y/n #meet cute #fluff

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Hugs for a Vampire (Astarion x GN!Reader) - Chapter 1: After Raiding the Goblin Camp

Chapter 1: After Raiding the Goblin Camp

Pairing: Astarion x GN!Reader (Rogue!Tav)

Genre: Fluffy, Filling in Canon

Rating: Teen

Tags: cw: Alcohol, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, POV Second Person, Act 1, pre-romance, awkwardness

WC: 1.3k words, 1/18 chapters

Summary: This hug takes place during the party with the tieflings, after raiding the Goblin Camp. Both Tav and Astarion are interested in each other, but love isn't in the air yet. Welcome to the awkward, uncomfortable first hug.

Ao3 | [Hug2] | Hugs for a Vampire Masterlist

“Hey!” Karlach yells over the crowd of tieflings. “Take a drink if you’re excited to be alive!”

Cheers move through the group and more than a fair share of tankards are raised in agreement. A dozen different tieflings are hurriedly gulping down their celebratory booze at Karlach’s command.

The barbarian may not be able to touch anyone, but she’s certainly taking the time to enjoy everyone else’s company in another way: by getting them all thoroughly trashed before it's time for bed.

You watch from your place near the fire, laughing as more than a few tieflings start swaying. For your part, you’re enjoying the night thoroughly.

The tieflings’ joy is contagious and their alcohol is strong, meaning that you and your companions have a certain fluidity about you that you may not have had on another night. You’ve already turned down a few surprise advances from your companions, leaving you somewhat giddy.

Not only that, but you actually took one companion up on their offer– you’ve arranged to meet with Astarion later, which you’re admittedly quite looking forward to. You’ve only known each other a few weeks, but he’s a handsome man who seems to appreciate your chaotic humor.

Initially, you thought you may not get along. After all, two rogues, one of whom drank from the other? The perfect recipe for disaster between violence, petty theft, and an abundance of lies. But somehow you’ve been making it work, moving and killing in unison. The goblin camp truly didn’t know what hit them. There is something about the way you two move together in combat that leaves you aching, wondering how well you might move together in other ways.

I won’t have to wonder much longer, you remind yourself, lost in a blissfully inappropriate daydream.

So distracted you are that you completely miss the object of your thoughts approaching you from behind, calling your name. “Don’t tell me you’re nodding off now, darling,” Astarion says, right next to you now. You jolt slightly at that before he continues. “Not when the night is so young.”

“I’m awake,” you respond, returning to the present. “I was just enjoying the lull. Everyone seems to want to talk today.”

“Ah, yes,” he murmurs. “I saw them speaking to you. I suppose I can’t blame them, you are a delectable little treat.”

You laugh and shake your head at him. “You don’t need any more flattery, I rejected them all. I already have plans, don’t I?”

He smirks, eyes crinkling in satisfaction. “That you do. I knew you had excellent taste.”

You wonder if that’s why he approached you, to ensure that you didn’t take anyone else up on their offers of carnal pleasure. You’re about to ask him when Alfira pops up on your other side.

“Helloooo,” she slurs, clearly in her cups, her heroic song long forgotten. “What are you both smiling about?”

“Oh, just discussing every sordid detail about our plans tonight,” Astarion says, leaning in conspiratorially. “In fact, it may even be of interest to you. Inspiration for some more romantic songs?”

Your face remains placid as your insides squirm. “I don’t think Alfira needs to hear all that.”

Alfira grabs Astarion by the shoulder eagerly and pulls him in for a side hug. She sways with him for a moment before responding, “Gods yes, I have been wanting to branch out. Musically, of course.”

“Of course,” he repeats before winking at you. You decide to trust him for the moment. “What would you like to know?”

With the kind of blind dexterity that only a drunk can exhibit, the bard pulls you in by the shoulders as well. The three of you are huddled, as if discussing an elaborate plan. “Ooooo, I’m just so excited,” she says, squeezing. “Tell me everything.”

You face Astarion head on now, both of you compressed to the same height. Catching his eye, you raise an eyebrow at him questioningly, as if to say, Now what?

Astarion doesn’t bat an eye at your concern, all practiced charm. Turning to Alfira he says, “Well, I heard that our newly minted hero here had to reject half a dozen suitors.”

Ah, you think. He wants to gloat, for everyone else to hear that he’s the one you chose tonight. You don’t mind, you haven’t exactly been subtle about your growing interest in Astarion. Some of your team had even remarked on your choice to seek him out first tonight.

A dramatic gasp escapes the bard. “Why would they do that?” Alfira’s eyes glitter with glee and a drunken glaze.

“Supposedly,” he pauses, turning back to you and locking eyes, “It was all to feel the embrace of their one, true love.”

You roll your eyes at this, and he laughs upon receiving the reaction he was hoping for. “That’s not what I heard,” you respond, taking his bait without hesitation.

“Really?” Alfira’s head spins to yours and you can feel her resting on your shoulder heavily as she stumbles. “What did’ya hear?”

“It turns out that a certain vampire,” your eyes dart to his before continuing, “has been pining pathetically for quite some time. Something about how his undead heart may never beat again without his valiant leader by his side?”

The bard nods in understanding. “Of course, vampires probably feel love…” She hiccups. “Differently?”

You nod back, not breaking eye contact with Astarion’s amused look. “From what I gather, he may never love like this again. It’s only natural that his darling leader would embrace him tonight.”

“Wow,” Alfira breathes out, awe-stricken by both of your words, and utterly oblivious to the playful smiles on both of your faces. “It sounds like, whichever of you is correct, love is in the air.”

Before either of you can respond, she takes you both by the shoulders and pushes you together. You both grunt in surprise as you narrowly avoid headbutting each other, your bodies pressing together forcibly with all the strength this small tiefling can muster.

“Embrace then!” she demands loudly.

Faces almost touching, stumbling into each other's arms, you can’t help but think that your taunting may have gone a step too far this time. You look to see that Astarion seems similarly surprised, not anticipating such gusto from Alfira.

Our bodies will be closer than this soon enough, you think to yourself, attempting to push down the awkwardness that seems to be bubbling up from a simple hug. But something seems different, weirdly more intimate, about this. Especially with how clearly Astarion is hesitating, looking like a cat trapped against its will. “Well?” you hiss at him quietly, so that Alfira can’t make it out.

The vampire chooses to ignore you, narrowing his eyes at the bard. “What a splendid idea, Alfira,” he says through gritted fangs. It’s then that he gives you quite possibly the worst hug you’ve ever received, all uncomfortable angles and stiff joints.

Gods below, someone get me out of this, you think.

Luckily, Alfira is too drunk to notice your discomfort. Utterly pleased with the display of affection, she says, “Ahhh, true love! I need to go write about this.” She practically falls off of the two of you, patting you both on the shoulders. “Thank you for inspiring me, and have fuuuun.” She teeters off, back toward the revelry, leaving you two alone and standing far too close.

You take a step back from him and break the silence, “That was all your fault, you know.”

He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “I didn’t expect her to be such a deranged drunk.”

“So we just pretend that never happened?” you ask, raising an eyebrow at him. “Otherwise, I don’t know how much fun I’ll have later.”

Astarion returns back to his normal self in a heartbeat. “Pretend what just happened?”

“Good,” you say, nodding. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to reject at least two more people to keep up with the bard’s newest song.”

The vampire laughs, low and rumbling. “See you later, darling.”

#astarion #astarion x tav #fanfic #astarion fic #astarion x reader #rogue + rogue #astarion fanfiction #astarion fanfic #astarion fluff #astarion masterlist #hugs for a vampire #hfav #astarion x gn reader #astarion x gn!tav #baldurs gate astarion #bg3 astarion

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dittaturamonegasca · 1 month

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I think there should bé a fic where anyone from the grid would be third wheeling Landoscar, like, have you seen how these two interact.

So, I lack the ability and the time of f1writingbyme and LestappenForever to make this idea into a proper work like they did for "How (Not) To Third Wheel Lestappen" (check it out on Ao3 if you haven't already, definitely worth it) BUT BUT BUT, I can tell you how I think most of the grid would react in third wheeling Landoscar!

1) I feel like we should spare Checo, cause honestly this man has had enough as third wheel of Maxiel and Lestappen, I don't wanna give him extra traumas, SO –

2) Logan Sargeant: this one I really feel guilty about. Cause I like the narrative of him and Oscah being besties and still I cry over the sad edits of Logan just left behind. I think Landoscar with Logan has the most space for improvement?? I forgive Oscar even tho he definitely ghosted the poor Logan for the whole honeymoon phase with Lando (it's been almost two years, Osc, get a grip). I have a feeling Logan will speak up at some point and this would shake Oscar a little, so maybe he would be the more aware and more involved third wheel, possibly? They'll end up doing triple video-games championships with Lando and Logan mocking Oscar's gaming skills, mark my words.

3) Carlos Sainz: my man how does it feel to know you've wasted your chance (multiple chances, lets be real) for good? I have mixed ideas about this one, cause I think it would probably being more like Lando struggling to keep them both as close as possible resulting in Oscar being rightfully jealous 👀👀 so the third wheeling situation would be like Lando trying to involve a very annoyed and confused Carlos in their things (safe for work, ofc). I don't really see a way out of it.

4) Daniel Ricciardo: I mention him but I can't really explain cause honestly my idea of Daniel third-wheeling Landoscar is either him babysit them around Australia and bonding with Oscar over weird aussie habits OR OR OR something very NOT SAFE WORK so ( ... )

5) Max Verstappen: I love to think he'll remain an unbothered king, you know? Like he's well aware and a bit upset that his crepes companion invited someone else (beside from Daniel) to their dessert dates and that the two of them acts like lovebirds even without an actual physical contact. He'll probably send SOS texts to Charles and Daniel until a topic of (his) interest comes out and honestly at that point the power of maxplaining will win over pretty much everything and everyone. At the end of the day Landoscar turn out to be the real victims.

6) George Russell: poor thing was originally invited for a golf morning from Carlos (Landoscar were already supposed to attend), but Chili called off last minute so Georgie ended up with just the others two. LET ME TELL YOU he jumped off the golf cart cause he saw Lando placing a hand on Oscar's thigh and feared for his life. It took several minutes for them to notice he was aggressively walking behind. He was also hit by a golf ball because Oscar distracted Lando for a second too long, I guess you can figure out the rest.

7) Special mention to the PR and the McLaren team in general who's main job rn is having them to SIMPLY F O C U S outside the pit for like interviews and debriefings. I can picture Lando losing it after hearing a single compliment like "SO YOU THINK I'M PRETTY", cause ✨babygirl✨ energy hitting here and there, even tho he has tried to be somehow a model for Oscar, at least for what concerns work. Indeed I pity trainers and strategists bc ofc Oscar listens at them, but image them trying to explain a concept to him just for Lando to get there and rephrase it in the dumbest way possible and Oscar going like OHHHHH NOW I GOT IT, COULDN'T YOU EXPLAIN IT THAT WAY?

8) This is mostly a guilty pleasure but do we all agree they torture the entire f1 group chat with their subtle flirting?

IDK if this was what you had in mind but I really REALLY had fun writing it.

So let me know what you think in the comments down below, if you agree or if you want me to make it longer and/or more detailed or just to focus on a specific one in particular?

Again, my dms and box section are open to discussions, requests and any sort of (respectful) thing!

PEACE OUT 🤌🏻❤️

#ask juls #landoscar #landoscar headcanons #headcanon #f1 #lando norris x oscar piastri #f1 fanfic #f1 rpf #mclaren #formula 1 #ln4 #op81 #logan seargent #carlos sainz #max verstappen #george russell #daniel ricciardo #the grid being the victims #landoscar took thirdweeling to a new level

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A Night in Charlotte 1/3 (Rafe Cameron x black!reader)

Summary: After Pope lies to Bobby about where he was taking his truck, you were left stranded in Charlotte for the night. And what better idea then to go to the nearest bar?

Notes: GIF is not mine, all mistakes are my own, this will be a three part series, requests are open for OBX, sexual themes (dry humping, praise kink, fingering, oral sex, p in v penetration, morning sex), MINORS DNI

Prompt credit @mostlyheinous : “No seats? Bummer.. my lap is feelin’ empty though.”

Rafe’s deal fell through again. They ran countless tests on the gold and even went as far as to ask how him and Barry got it. Rafe grew impatient and yelled a few profanities before leaving with the suitcase filled a pound of gold. He finds that’s a common theme. Better established businesses questioning his credibility and turning him away.

How was he suppose to make any money? It’s not like he can go back to Ward with his tail between his legs. He’s on his own now. He had to make things work. He took a deep breath after he downed the rest of his whiskey. He jingled the ice in his cup at the bartender and the bartender acknowledged him with a nod before reaching for the whiskey bottle.

The bell above the door rung when you stepped into the bar. Your plane landed two hours ago and you were met with a chaotic mess. You called the number from your grandma’s phone book that was labeled Bobby Heyward. He’s your uncle and one of the fewest family you could get into contact with since your grandma’s passing.

Bobby seemed to think your plane landed tomorrow and gave his son the truck for the day. Apparently he still has the truck, which means you were stranded in Charlotte until tomorrow night at the latest. After finding a hotel with some vacancy, you randomly decided to go to the nearest bar.

Nothing is more depressed than spending a Friday night indoors watching the same Law and Order reruns. You beelined to the bar stools, your box braids swaying with every step, only to see all the stools were taken by someone.

You’ve got to be kidding me, you thought to yourself. You felt your face getting hot so you pulled your braids into a low bun to keep your neck cool. Rafe’s gaze locked on you as soon as you stepped foot into the bar. You wore a red, floral sundress and matching red Vans. You never were one to wear sandals, even on the hottest of days. You were the perfect distraction for Rafe until Barry calls with a reality check.

Rafe decides to make his presence known by saying, “No seats? Bummer.. my lap is feelin’ empty though.” “Please tell me that line doesn’t actually work,” you crossed your arms with an eye roll. “What if it does?” “Then the women here have absolutely no game and neither do you,” “Ouch,” he presses his hand on his chest with fake offense.

He takes out his wallet and pulls out $200 before dropping it on the table in front of the man next to him. “Hey buddy, you mind?” He cocks his head to the door and the man looks between him and the $200. “I was just about to leave anyway,” the man says, sliding the money into his front pocket as he stood.

“Good man,” Rafe said with a kind smile. A smile that only grew wider when he pats the now empty seat for you to sit. “I’ll have a Bahama Mama please,” you tell the bartender. “Bahama Mama- you know, how come you’re nice to him but not to me?”

“One, you have to be a special kind of douche to be rude to people in the hospitality industry. And two, he didn’t try to get me to sit in his lap within ten seconds of meeting me.” “Thank you,” you state when the bartender hands you your drink. “I’m Rafe,” he offers you his hand and you opened your mouth to say something else snarky but you realized he spent $200 on you without so much as knowing your name.

“Y/N,” you say after a pause, sliding your hand into his. He repeats your name softly, twisting your hand to kiss your knuckles individually. “You’re not drunk, are you?” You blatantly ask and he laughs at your bluntness. “Not at all. This is my third.” He states, raising his glass for emphasis. “And I assume you’re not a lightweight?”

“I think the better question is are you?” He raises a brow and you bit your lip to hold back your laugh. “I am more the capable of holding my liquor. Thank you.” He watches you circle your finger around the rim of your glass a moment before meeting your gaze. His eyes never left yours for an entirety of ten seconds.

He leans in closer and whispers, “You want me to try another pick up line?” “Absolutely not,”

A proud smile tugs on Rafe’s lips when you push him on the bed before you kick off your shoes. “What?” You start. “Nothing,” he sits up and leans back on the palms of his hands. Your legs felt like jelly after he just fingered you against the door for ten long minutes, holding you in place so you couldn’t squirm away.

You pulled the dress over your head, not caring that it pulled your box braids out of the loose bun you had it in. As soon as you were close enough to him, he pulled you into his lap and buried his face into your boobs that were pushed up by your bra.

Your core throbs against the hard bulge pressed against you. He lifts you up a bit and starts rocking you against him, grazing your sensitive clit against the zipper of his jeans. Your mouth fell open when his jeans rubbed you just right, making your thighs clench around him. “That feel good?”

“Use your words, baby.” “Y-yes,” “Yeah?” He pressed his lips to yours, nipping at your bottom lip. You let out a gasp and he took the opportunity lick the tip of your tongue. You tugged his shirt open and buttons flew everywhere. You pushed him on his back and kissed down his chest, occasionally scratching down his stomach.

“Fuck,” he moans, bringing your lips back to his. His hands smooth down your body before sending a smack to your ass. He held you close to him as he switched positions so you were laying on your back. He gave you a kiss before pulling away from you to take off his mangled shirt and his jeans.

He lifted your ankle on to his shoulder and kissed up your entire leg until he reached your throbbing core. “Please,” you begged. “You sound so pretty when you beg,” he rips the seams of your panties until they were torn completely off and laid flat on his stomach. He lifts both of your legs over his shoulder before sealing his lips over your clit, massaging your walls with his tongue.

“R-Rafe,” your back arched off the bed and you started to twist away from him. He licks up your broad stripe, giving you a small break before using his thumb to rub hard circles on your clit. Growing impatient with your twitching body, he wrapped his arms around your hips tightly and burying his face in your pussy, kitten licking you until he felt your legs seize and straighten.

Fireworks went off behind your eyes, your hand gently held his head feeling as he bobbed his head with every lick. “Fuck!” You pushed his head away when he continued to lick you through your orgasm. He soon replaces his tongue with his fingers, curling them into your upper wall.

“Beg,” he taunts, smiling when he sees tears brimming in your eyes. “Please,” you croak. “Please what?” He says, leaning in to whisper in your ear. The action alone sent chills down your body. “Fuck me,” he sent a thrust with his fingers, rubbing your throbbing clit with his calloused palm. “Please, Rafe.” You whimpered, your body twitching consistently under the movement of his palm.

“Attagirl, so pretty.” You held back a whine when he harshly pulls his fingers away from you. He sucks them dry before crawling up your body, pecking your lips as he pulls his boxers down to his ankles. Instinctively, you spread you legs for him. He holds one of your legs straight up into the air, slowly pushing the tip against your folds.

“Do you think we’ll need lube?” You answered his question by wrapping your ankles around his waist and pulling until he bottomed out inside or you. The two of your moaned in unison, the tip of his dick already nudging a gspot without much movement. His eyes rolled to the back of his head when you adjust your hips to take more of him.

“I’m not going too last long. Fuck you feel so good.” He groans, looking down at where your bodies met. He sent an experimental thrust, watching your face contort with pleasure. “Fuck me,” he says under his breath. He rolls his hips to make short, heavy thrusts. You clung to the sheets for dear life as he fucked you within an inch of your life.

You clenched around him and he thrusted hard enough to knock the wind out of you with every thrust. Whining when he comes to a complete stop, he bent down to kiss you warmly. You were about to ask what happened when he extended both of your legs straight up and pressed them flush against his chest.

He used your legs as handles to hold you in place when he fucked you relentlessly. The bed creaks under his quick thrusts. He licks his thumb before spreading your legs just enough to rub quick circles on your clit. “Shit, shit, shit!” You chanted as your toes curled for your third orgasm that night.

The convulsion of your walls sent Rafe over the edge. He sent a few thrusts more before pulling out and sending his cum across your chest. The two of you caught your breath and he reached down to grab his ripped shirt. To your surprise, he cleans up his cum with the shirt before tossing it clear across the room.

Without missing a beat, he collapses next to you, draping an arm across your stomach. Your eyes felt heavier the more you blinked. You turned on your side facing away from him and his body naturally fit with yours as he spooned you.

Maybe North Carolina wasn’t as bad as you thought.

#black!reader #rafe cameron x black!reader #rafe cameron #obx fanfiction #obx imagine

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muschiettistrashmouth · 26 days

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FIRST KISS - Ray Stantz | Ghostbusters

Warnings: Angst. A little bit at least. But it has a good ending!

Requested? Yes!

Words: 1590

It was a day like any other at Ghostbusters headquarters. Egon and Ray were in the laboratory doing God knows what experiments, Peter was annoying poor Janine with Slimer and you and Winston were in the kitchen.

He would do crossword puzzles while you cooked lunch since that was your cooking day.

“Anything else I can help with?” Your voice made the man raise his head to look at you, smiling very lightly.

“We finished the crossword two minutes ago, y/n.” Zeddemore laughed. Maybe it was pretty obvious that you were a little distracted looking at the lab door every ten seconds.

"Serious? Wow, I didn’t even notice.” The man let out a nasal laugh and got up to get some juice from the fridge.

“Of course you didn’t notice, you’re waiting for Ray to come out of the lab.” Winston commented, laughing when his spoon fell into the sauce you were stirring.

"Damn it." Your face was red and you were trying to think of how to get the spoon out.

Obviously, Ray decided to leave the laboratory at that same moment and enter the kitchen.

“Hey, what are you cooking?” The man asked, he exuded joy. It was adorable.

“She’s cooking a spoon.” Winston laughed in his face, trying to avoid the dish towel that had been thrown at him.

"...What?" One of Ray's eyebrows was raised in confusion.

“The spoon fell into my sauce.” You said softly, barely letting yourself be heard.

“Oh.” Ray finally understood and took a ladle from the drawer, fishing the spoon with it. “Here, y/n/n.”

"Thanks."

When you opened your mouth to continue talking to the man you had a crush on for a while, Janine shouted from downstairs that they had one more job, pressing the alarm button and making the boys run to the fire pipe to get down. You let out a sigh, turning off the heat and closing the pan to finish when they returned.

“No lunch again.” Egon commented from beside him, calmly walking towards the pipe.

“I'm hungry, I wish I had time to eat something.” Your voice came out in a mumble, making the scientist smile, it was no wonder you were such good friends.

"Here." He fished a twinkie out of his pocket and handed it over with a wink. “Don’t tell Ray, I told you they were gone.”

This actually made you laugh before opening the twinkie and taking a big bite, getting the filling all over your mouth. Egon didn't see it because it was going down the pipe and you didn't feel the filling when you finished eating it in two big bites, but Ray noticed it when he saw you reach the first floor. He always noticed, even when you thought he wasn't paying attention to you.

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Apparently there were some ghosts causing chaos in a building under renovation, there were at least three.

The owner of the building was already tearing his hair out in worry about what the ghosts had been doing, disturbing people at night, scaring children who wanted to play. One of them even sent a man to the hospital after he fell down the third floor staircase.

“OK, here’s the plan…” Peter began as Winston parked the Ecto-1. “Egon and y/n will go to the third floor. Me, Winston and Ray are going to the seventh, where there is more activity."

"Right." Ray opened the car door, getting out and helping you get out after him."Good luck."

After putting on their backpacks, everyone entered the building, you and Egon went up the stairs to the third floor, the others took the elevator to the seventh.

Egon had the device to test where there was paranormal activity in hand, testing every corner of the corridors. That was when a laugh that sent shivers down their spines was heard.

“Egs?” You swallowed hard. He just nodded, terrified. “Something tells me we’re not alone anymore.”

As if on command, the device in Egon's hands began to flash and beep.

"Careful!" The man pulled you by the arm, taking you out of the line of fire where the ghost threw an armchair, which broke against the wall right where your body would be.

“Damn!” The word slipped from your lips when the second ghost appeared, you picked up the walkie-talkie and called for Ray, explaining the situation while Egon shot at the first ghost.

You threw the trap, opening it and trapping the first ghost with ease. The second one wasn't very happy seeing his friend being arrested and went against you.

"Dammit!" You screamed, being thrown against the wall on the other side, Egon tried to trap the ghot alone, but he couldn't as he was also thrown.

“y/n? Egon?” Ray shouted over the walkie-talkie, hoping nothing had happened to you.

It all happened very quickly, before you knew it, you were rolling down the stairs so violently that everything went dark and you blacked out.

“Ray, you guys better come help.” Egon was slightly hysterical, running downstairs to see if you were okay.

The man knocked on the first door he saw and started shouting for them to call an ambulance, it was an emergency. And that's how the others arrived on the floor you were on.

“y/n!” Ray ran to your body quickly, but before he could move your face, Egon held him tightly.

“You could compromise her physical integrity this way.” Spengler shouted over the smaller men's screams.

“The ambulance is coming!” The person shouted from inside the apartment. “They ordered no one to touch the body until they are here.”

In the meantime of all the confusion, Winston and Peter managed to capture the other two ghosts that were disturbing the place.

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"What time is it?" Peter's voice woke up Ray, who was sleeping sitting next to the hospital bed you were lying in and still out.

“2:45 in the morning.” Janine replied as she looked at the wristwatch she was wearing.

Everyone was scattered around the room, even though the doctors asked them to leave, no one spoke up. Everyone was worried because you hadn't woken up since you passed out.

“Here, Ray.” Egon placed his hand on one of Stantz's shoulders and handed him a cup of hot coffee with the other, making the younger man smile.

"Thanks." He yawned and took a sip of his coffee, burning his tongue. "Damn it."

“Careful, man, we don’t need another one in the hospital.” Peter tried to joke to lift his spirits, which didn't help much.

“Shut up, Pete.” Zeddemore slapped Peter on the head, rolling his eyes.

“Alright, guys, heading out. Only one person in the room at a time.” The head nurse entered the room. When Peter opened his mouth to argue, the woman frowned. “I don't want to know, rules are rules. Choose who stays. The rest is out!”

The Ghostbusters looked at each other and let Ray continue sitting next to you, leaving the room, still taking insults from the angry nurse.

“Sillies.” Ray rolled his eyes, still drinking his coffee, his other hand held your left hand, stroking it with his thumb.

“Ray?” His voice sounded weak, but it was enough for the man to look at you carefully.

“I’m here, y/n/n.”

"Where am I?" You tried to get up, but he got up first and didn't let you move.

“Hospital, you took a pretty bad fall, you know?” He sat on the edge of the bed, looking at you affectionately.

"My body hurts." You commented. “I couldn’t take care of myself, I didn’t deserve to be on the field.”

Your sigh hurt him.

"What? Of course you deserve it! This was an accident. It could have happened to Egon!” Ray replied.

“But it happened to me. He's faster. Maybe I should stay and just make lunch every day.”

“As much as I love it when you cook things that aren't spoons, I think now you have to get better to get back on the field soon. You are one of the best of us.”

For some reason, you smiled small, squeezing his hand weakly.

“I’ve been so worried about you.” The man sighed, stroking his face with one of his hands. “I don’t know what I would do if something happened to you.”

"What you mean?"

“I thought I could never tell you…” he swallowed. It was now or never. He had even promised God that if you got better he would tell you his feelings.

"Tell what?" His face turned in confusion.

“I think it’s easier to show…” he took a deep breath and brought his face closer to yours, making you try to ignore the pain in your body and close the distance between your mouths.

His kiss was calm, of relief, of love. Ray's right hand cupped your face tenderly as he kissed you.

That was the moment the others decided to sneak into the room again as the nurse had left to sort something out.

"Finally!" Peter raised his arms and was slapped by the other three.

“Shut up, Pete!” You all exclaimed.

“Oh, I can never do anything.” Peter pouted and crossed his arms.

"No. You can't." Janine rolled her eyes and made everyone leave the room. "Sorry dear." She told you before leaving the room.

And that kiss was his best first kiss ever.

#fandom imagines #ghostbusters x reader #ray stantz x reader #egon spengler #winston zeddemore #peter venkman #janine melnitz

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ihavemanyhusbands · 1 year

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I Need You Pt. 2 (Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader)

Part 1 can be found here

Aaron finally comes to his senses about your relationship.

Special tag for @hotchsdoormat

WC: 2.5k words

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, Swearing, angst (light stuff tho), some alcohol consumption, idk what else but lmk if I need to add anything!

A/N: Screaming and crying and yearning and throwing up pls enjoy

The next month and a half passed by quietly.

Aaron had been gone before you woke up, just like he said he would. In a state of half-consciousness, you registered his heat leaving your side. You’d stayed in bed all day after that, watching the last trickles of the storm trailing down your window.

He took the rain with him when he left. Now the world was just bleak and gray, but at least it was dry. It was cold too, and even layering sweaters barely helped.

The withdrawals that came with his absence felt different too, much more intense. Perhaps it was due to the fact that the night ended so ambiguously. You couldn’t help but feel like something had changed – something important enough that it couldn’t really be ignored. Could it have been his way of actually saying goodbye?

Once that thought entered your mind, it was impossible to get it out.

Other times, missing him was a hollow sort of ache that you could feel somewhere in your chest. It waned as the days progressed, until you were distracted enough with your daily routine. It was easier to forget, then. Not entirely, but at least to a bearable degree.

Back then, you blindly believed he would always come back. Now you weren’t so sure. No guarantee of anything, he’d said.

But one thing that didn’t change was you not even trying to contact him. Usually, you’d let him contact you first, not wanting to interfere with his work. Even when you were at your most desperate, you would not allow yourself to even text him.

You figured maybe he needed some space, anyway. The best thing to do was try to find a way to keep your mind fully occupied and away from him.

Every day, you ran the same course you always took through your neighborhood. You avoided passing by his house, not even wanting to see if his car was there. You also avoided the spot you’d met him at, just in case. Luckily, and also much to your dismay, you never ran into him.

You assumed that meant he was away on a case once more.

And so you dove into your work, often doing overtime. You tried to see your friends more often as well, and you’d let one or two strangers buy you a drink at a bar, but nothing more. The idea of meaningless sex didn’t appeal to you, even if it was a form of escape.

Though most nights, your tremulous, fragile heart would betray you, and you’d lie awake yearning. You’d try to recall the deep, smooth timbre of his voice; The way butterflies would burst in your stomach whenever you made him laugh. The safety of his embrace and the fervor of his kisses…

You wondered if Aaron was ever in the same position, thinking of you. It was doubtful, given his focus had to be elsewhere, on much more important things.

Then one night, you went to a small, local pub with two of your friends, and the sight you met there made you momentarily freeze like a deer in headlights.

Aaron was sitting at one of the round tables with a group of people. You didn’t know any of them, but you assumed they might be colleagues of his. His dark eyes found you mere seconds after, widening a little.

Despite your panic, you couldn’t very well leave after having just gotten there. It would be entirely too suspicious, and your nosey friends would likely cause a minor scene trying to get an answer out of you.

Plus, you had every right to be there too; It was a public space, after all.

You forced your face to remain a cool mask of indifference, your eyes skating away quickly to avoid giving away that the two of you knew each other. Intimately.

“First round’s on me!” Your friend Julia announced, leading your small group to the bar.

You could still feel his gaze on you as you slipped onto a barstool, the hairs on the back of your neck standing in awareness. Your skirt rode up a little, revealing more of your thigh, which he did not fail to notice.

But you did not look back at him, trying to pretend that nothing was amiss.

Of course, Julia ordered shots of vodka. The three of you clinked glasses before downing them, and you grimaced a little as it burned its way down your throat. The first drink of the night was always the roughest, but you knew you’d soon feel its languid fire spread through you.

The night would be much easier to bear not being fully sober, you figured.

“We should get you laid tonight,” Phoebe, your other friend, said while playfully elbowing you on the side. “Been a while hasn’t it?”

No, not really.

“I guess…” You offered tentatively. “But I’m fine, really. The chastity belt suits me.”

“Hmm, well, I don’t know. You might wanna reconsider. There’s a couple really cute guys here,” Julia said, leaning against the bar. “There’s one that keeps looking over here. And hot damn, that is one fine man.”

You glanced in the direction Julia was looking, and sure enough, you saw Aaron turning away right when your eyes landed on him.

He looked sharp, as usual, never entirely relaxed even in a place like this. He still wore his tie and slacks, but he’d shed his jacket, draping it on the back of his chair. His hair was perfectly gelled, and you had the sudden urge to run your fingers through it and completely mess it up.

“That he is,” you agreed, exhaling slowly. “So, I don’t suppose either of you wanna play darts with me?”

Both of them shook their heads, apologetic grins on their faces.

“Sorry babe,” Julia said sheepishly. “We’ll wait for you right here, though.”

You hopped off the stool and made your way over to the dart boards. You weren’t bad at the game, but you weren’t great, either. Still, you liked it because it was fun, and it was a great distraction.

As you threw the first couple of darts, you swayed a little to the music — West End Girls by the Pet Shop Boys was playing. It was one of your favorites.

“Mind if I join you?” A deep, familiar voice said behind you, sending shivers down your spine.

You looked over your shoulder if only to confirm it was him. Your eyes met Aaron’s dark ones, and even if your heart started racing, both of you pretended not to be anything more than strangers.

“Fair warning, though. I can be pretty competitive,” he added, the ghost of a smile on his handsome face.

It was uncharacteristic of him to take such risks. Especially since his team was nearby, but having you so close rendered him helpless. Even you weren’t sure if this was a good idea — considering you were also hurt over how everything went down — but for the time being, you let it slide.

“Maybe,” you smirked just a little. “But you seem like the type that would still let me win.”

From the bar, you could hear a loud wolf-whistle, followed by giggling. You looked over to see your friends smiling knowingly in your direction. Phoebe wagged her eyebrows comically as Julia shot you a thumbs up.

You rolled your eyes playfully, blushing fiercely. Aaron found that an incredibly endearing sight, and his fingers twitched as he fought the need to reach out to you.

“Are you, um, sure this is okay?” You whispered.

He nodded with a small shrug. “Seeing such a pretty girl as yourself, well, I couldn’t let the opportunity pass. I’m sure that anyone could understand that.”

You huffed a little in amusement. “Just chatting me up is all?”

“I think I’m pretty lucky to just be talking to you.”

You looked back up at him then, and there was something dangerously close to affection in your gaze. There was yearning there too, clear as day.

He felt a pang of guilt. Was this even fair of him? Maybe he was a selfish man, subjecting you to such a confusing push and pull, but he was weak. He’d not lied once when he said he needed you, no matter how long the two of you spent apart.

He couldn’t get you out of his mind since the last time you saw each other. He wondered what you would get up to while he was away, hoping that you were doing well. It was incredibly hard not to reach out to you, to call just to hear your voice.

But he found some solace in the fact that he was doing his part — however small it may seem — to make the world a safer place, especially for you.

“Think you and your friends are gonna need a ride home later?” He asked, lining up his shot before throwing his first dart. “It’d be safer than a cab.”

“Hmm, I’m not sure that’s a good idea…” you said, gazing intently at the look of concentration on his face.

Brows drawing together, eyes narrowing, tongue darting out to absently lick his lips. God, it was unfair how fucking hot he was.

“Why’s that?” He asked.

“Well, I guess for starters… I’m not letting you off the hook that easily this time,” you crossed your arms over your chest, but still trying to keep your posture casual for any onlookers. “And maybe you were right about me. Maybe I do want something more.”

You hadn’t known until that moment that you would finally be putting your foot down, but you were glad that you did.It was either everything or nothing, for the in between was too gruesome to live through.

Truthfully, that'd been on his mind a lot, too. How much he wanted to just cave in and officially make you his. Not being with you made less and less sense to him with each passing day.

Maybe it was the reason he’d stood up from his seat at the table that night, like it was fate.

He stepped to the side to let you throw, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

“Well, that is a conversation that I want to re-open… if you’re still willing to have it,” he said, letting his eyes rake over you longingly. “And an apology on my part is due. Don’t think I don’t know that.”

You hummed in thought, not ready to relent yet. “Is it the begging kind of apology?”

“I can beg,” he said quickly. “On my knees and everything.”

“Cheeky,” you shook your head, unable to stop the smile that crept to your lips. “I’ll consider it if you buy me a drink.”

“Coming right up,” he said, also smiling. “Is this a bad time to say that you look ravishing when you’re angry at me?”

You glared at him half-heartedly, and he chuckled, making his way to the bar.

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Of course you caved. You always knew you would, but not too easily. And of course, not yet all the way.

When you finally made it back home – your friends also in the safety of their respective apartments – you didn’t let Aaron get past the foyer. He raised an eyebrow in question, and you crossed your arms over your chest, silently waiting. He took a step forward, almost as if to test you, but you did not waver.

You glanced down at the floor to clue him, tilting your head to the side in a silent dare to challenge you. Realization crossed his face and slowly, he sank down to his knees. What a marvelous sight he was, his face tilted up towards you, dark brown eyes glittering in the low light. There was hunger in his gaze, yes, as well as devotion. But there was also fear swimming in its depths, the kind you only find if you’re really looking.

You found it, too, in his pursed lips. He understood how precarious the situation was, and he’d probably not have another shot if things didn’t go well. He had to choose his words carefully.

“Something you wanna say?” You prompted, unrelenting.

He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. For a moment, you wanted to reach out and caress his face, to soothe him, but you promised yourself not to touch him until he begged.

“I want to say I’m sorry… but sorry doesn’t even begin to cover it,” he started. “I was an absolute fool. I took you for granted, I let my fear and my pride get in the way, and toyed with you in the process. I did not appreciate you nearly as much as I should have… But my ultimate sin was letting you believe I did not care about you other than on a carnal level.”

He shut his eyes for a moment, regret all over his features. You balled your hands into tight fists to keep them from shaking, barely able to breathe.

“Every morning the sun sears the image of you in my mind, and every night your voice plagues my dreams. It feels as though I am losing my mind,” he chuckled a little, shaking his head in disbelief. “And that’s why I’m fucking terrified. What the hell am I supposed to do if something were to happen to you? How the hell am I supposed to go on?”

You inched closer, the need to touch him almost overbearing. Your heart brimmed with an influx of emotions you could barely describe, coursing through you with every rapid beat.

“I’ve admitted that I am a fool, but I am a lovesick fool. So please, if you could find it in you to forgive me, I promise to make it all up to you. Today, tomorrow and everyday.”

“No more secrets? No more games?” You asked, voice low and hopeful.

He nodded eagerly. You extended your hand out to him, and he took it, kissing your knuckles reverently.

“I’m scared, too,” you admitted, not letting go of his hand. “But we cannot control everything, darling mine. To love is to risk heartbreak, you know, but it is a risk I’m more than willing to take if it means I get to be by your side. That’s a choice no one can take from me.”

“So that means you love me?”

“Yes, and that is why I do forgive you,” you said, bending down to place a gentle kiss on his lips. “Though I do think the begging really helped. I kinda like seeing you on your knees.”

Both of you chuckled, and you finally let him stand. He dove forward to kiss you feverishly, one hand holding the back of your head while the other snaked around your middle, pressing you flush against him.

“I love you, too,” he whispered against your lips, pulling back only to rest his forehead against yours. “And I’m going to spend my days making sure you never forget it.”

#criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #ssa aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x fem!reader #aaron hotchner angst #hotch #minors dni

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Luminary Pt.II

pairing *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Yan Emperor!OC X Swordmaster!OC

disclaimer *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ yandere thoughts. hurt/ no comfort. angst. mentions of violence and character death. lovers to enemies.

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“Atticus was kind,” Atticus' ears perked up at his mention, his brows knitted in confusion as to why she was referring to him as if she was talking about someone else ? “You said your magic erases insignificant feelings. You were always so full of kindness, what happened?” Her words struck the platinum haired man like lightning. But what she saw in him was just him mirroring her light like the moon does with the sun and nothing else.

“To you my darling. I was kind because you deserved it. I cared because you did, always. You broke me out of my mould, out of all the rules and conceptions I had about my life. And I loved you for it. But before I knew it i started doing everything by your book. Everything for you. To win you, for validation, for love. So much so that I lost sight of my goal.” His words died by the end of his sentence, if they were talking truth now — he might as well splay his feelings out in front of her.

“I was just trying to save you. I-I-”Cecily barely stuttered out. He felt Cecily's hand on his shoulder dig in. Her bottom lip quivered and her body trembled to the point that she swayed slightly on her feet. If he could feel any guilt or remorse he was sure that the look on her face would've devastated Atticus more than anything he had experienced before but all he felt was a strange tightness in his chest.

Calming herself, she took a deep breath and spoke in a low tone,“ Is that what I was to you ? A distraction from your goal ? I tried Atticus. I tried so hard to save you from yourself.” He telt a part of his shoulder burn where she rested her hand.

“Distraction ? No my love. I know you tried to save me and for a moment there - I swore you did . But leaving behind all I had ever known was a risk I was never willing to take, because what will become of me when I abandon the laws that have shaped me ? You gave me life but my vengeance gave me purpose.” Atticus knew he wasn’t a good man from the very start. That something was fundamentally flawed about his existence. An inadequacy, one he’d never overcome. And somewhere deep within, he was jealous. Jealous of Cecily for being so perfect . She always so full of vitality. Like a star, even when she held his face in her hands — she always somehow felt so far away, somehow felt so unattainable. The problem with being born in hell and then being getting a taste of heaven was - that no matter how hard you tried you could never overcome that nagging feeling in the back of your head that told you that you didn’t belong. There was one sole lesson he learnt from all of this was he had too many demons to love an angel. So if he couldn’t belong in the heaven, he would drag his haloed darling to the hell.

“The reason I came here was to see if there was a modicum of redeemable humanity left in you. If there was any part of my Atticus left. Marcel was right, you have changed beyond recognition. I no longer recognise the person I’m looking at.” Her tone grew distant by the second. It was the same tone people talked about the deceased at funerals. Mourning him as if he had died, like he wasn’t still alive and breathing in front of her. She almost thought it would be easier if he had died. At least she’d feel some sort of closure, knowing he’s not coming back. But this, this was a nothing but pure torture for her.

But then he wasn’t gone, if anything he was doing better than he ever was. Leaving her behind to pick up the shattered pieces of what they once had. Yet somehow, she couldn’t hate him for that - not really anyways. No amount of anger would mend the torn pieces of her broken heart. She was left in emotional turmoil, love mixing with hate mixing with rage, betrayal and depression. No matter how many times the word hate flashed through her mind, it was never truly directed at Atticus. Rather the world, the things they had forced upon him, the pressure he had been made to feel.

Shakily, Cecily raised her palm to caress his hair. Atticus almost flinched at how warm her war calloused hand felt against his face. He nuzzled his face closer to her palm as his emotions as a cacophony of fear, desire, hate, and desolation, all battling one another for control. Her touch was a fire he would willingly walk into.

Cecily cupped Atticus’ face and tilted her chin up to him, parting her lips ever so slightly. Atticus’s brain went into overdrive at her invitation. She resembled a siren, calling out to him with her sweet song and in the back of his head he knew there would be consequences to this. But the moment her lips touched his he stopped breathing. His mind went blank. Every feeling, thought, and emotion that he has ever felt floods through him in a torrent. He could barely comprehend the feeling of her lips on his own. His hands wrapped themselves around her back and tighten as the rush of emotions overwhelms him. At the same time, he was aware of how much he hated this. She was ruining him and she had no idea how much her touch was destroying everything he spent so much time meticulously building.

“I’m so sorry I couldn’t save you.” Cecily’s emerald green eyes looked hollow yet somehow reverential when she pulled away. Atticus wanted to grab her shoulders, shake her violently and yell that he was still here so why did she look at him with such melancholy.

“I don’t need saving Cecilia. Join me my darling. Be my queen and I swear we could restore this empire to all its deserved glory.”He gripped her hand resting against his cheek and pleaded. He didn’t care if he sounded desperate or pathetic, he just needed her to say yes.

Cecily shook her head slowly and said,“ As appealing as it sounds, you and I both know you don’t plan on making me anything apart from your canary in a gilded cage because I will never approve of you methods and neither will I aid you in them.” Atticus sighed in defeat. He bit the inside of his cheek till he tasted blood. If she wasn’t going to give in voluntarily, he just had to make her.

“You know you can’t win against me. Even if you persevere and defeat my armies. You can’t kill me. Dark magic makes me impervious to all weaponry and magic. No one in history has ever been able to accomplish it. What makes you think you will be able to do it ?” Atticus challenged her knowing that even with all her strength, there was no way in hell she could win. She wouldn’t fight for so long if she knew she didn’t stand a chance, an ominous voice warned him .

“None but one”

He knew who she was referring to. The legend Seraphina Andrea Reginald and her aura sword — the Caelum Lux. The founder of the continent. She was this golden figure who was the beacon of morality, freedom and justice. An allegory and dubbed to be reincarnation of the goddess of light Lumine. But that was the end of it- a legend, another one of story tellers’ dramatic gimmicks to make little children believe in virtue. Even though Cecily belonged to her bloodline, calling upon such power was next to impossible.

“It’s a children’s story my darling. The Caelum Lux isn’t a real sword and you know it.”

Cecily lightly shrugged in response as a silent ‘yes well’. The orchestra began their final piece and a familiar melody swirled around them. It was the song Atticus often played for them at late hours when they’d sneak into the music room at the music room back when they were in the academy. What were the odds that they would play this very song as their final piece ?

“It’s the last waltz your majesty. Dance with me. Just like the old times.”

Wordlessly, Atticus pulled her closer. Her cheek was resting on his chest and his other hand almost holding her in a half hug. This wasn’t the standard waltz position, but it was something so comfortingly intimate to them. She was good to him but not to his cause. To Atticus Asterin – Cecily Reginald is an obstacle, but to Atty - Ces is an anchor. His heart felt at peace but his instincts were blaring sirens as if she was his greatest enemy and who knows maybe she was. Push her away and leave, the voice told him as a sign of fatal danger. He gripped her closer as if retaliating to the instinct. Atticus wasn’t going to let anyone take Cecily away from him, not even himself.

“The Caelum Lux isn’t a sword, it’s a bloodline.”Cecily stated calmly as if it wasn’t the most groundbreaking piece of information Atticus had heard. “You remember my father, the late duke, had all my distant relatives covertly killed a few years ago ?”

“Yes, I do remember. It was perhaps the only occasion you mustered the courage to confront him,” he countered. Instead of retaliating in her usual fury, Cecily merely smiled and continued, “Its aura can be invoked by the last descendant after absorbing the light energy of their deceased kin. Seraphina Reginald wasn’t a swordmaster — she was a mage. The most formidable one to ever exist.” Atticus’ blood ran cold. He remembered the duke and his cold eyes. They were the same colour as Cecily’s but they always held nothing but disgust and disdain, looking at him as if he were nothing but an insect. The only time a different expression crossed the duke’s face was as he lay dying. Atticus pressed the sword to his heart and the duke just smiled back at him. The same smile Cecily was wearing. The same smile a hunter wore when they caught their prey.

After gaining his power, Atticus believed he could shed his fear. He swore to himself that he would never go back to being that helpless weak boy who was even scared of his own shadow. He wasn’t supposed to feel this anymore.

Push her away. She’s dangerous.

Push her away.

“I see.” He felt as though he was stepping forward over this ravine with a snapping tightrope, but she was on the other side with a lamp and a knife, daring him to cross it. But it didn’t matter because she wouldn’t catch him — not anymore. He had emerged victorious, then why did he feel like he was exactly where the duke wanted him to be ?

Atticus looked down to her face pressed against his chest. It was a pleasant. Despite having this beautiful perspective emphasised, Atticus found his head reeling and his breath shallowing. His heart hammering in his chest unstably, feeling somewhat claustrophobic. She can’t defeat me, that’s what the platinum haired man kept telling himself. He was caught in a tailspin, a tailspin that was only leading him one place. He couldn’t let that happen. But she kept haunting his thoughts, along with the other ghosts holed up in his head. Did ruination and salvation always look this identical ?

You can’t put Atticus upon yourself to save — he made the choices he made, you can’t change them. You can’t save a person who doesn’t want to be saved. She told herself sternly. She must done what she had to, what she came here to do. Cecily took a deep breath and steeled her resolve. She didn’t know if she was telling the truth when she said she didn’t recognise him. Everything about him, every minuscule detail about him, had been exactly as she had remembered. He still had the same sweet and playful look in his eyes. He still had the same charming smile. He was still the same person she fell in love with all those years ago so it hurt. She cried, wailed, and tried to be strong as she thought about the moments shared with him and how cruel it was that this was where she ended up.

Their eyes lock, returning each other's gaze, scrutinising the abysmal of their souls that was built with a blended sentiment. She saw a bead of perspiration run down the side of his forehead and his breath getting more laboured by the second. She had to act fast.

For a fleeting moment, silence prevailed in between, the rhythm of their breathing stirring with the progression of the music around them. The music of the waltz filled the room with a gentle, flowing melody. It began with a simple rhythm, gradually building into a sweeping cadence. Footsteps and hands were in perfect time with the music, moving with precision and grace. It was a soothing, romantic piece. The tempo of the music shifted and changed, following the dynamics of the song and the movements of the dancers. Soon it reached a feverish crescendo indicating its dramatic ending .

Atticus wrapped her waist and lifted her in the air for a spin. When he set her down he noticed her eyes were closed. “Love ?” He asked but she didn’t respond. Growing unnerving due to the lack of response he reaped, he called out to her again. An ominous feeling crept up his spine as the voice in his head chided him, too late. When she opened her eyes, they glowed with unnatural amount of light almost as if the goddess Lumine herself had descended from the heavens. Wait, goddess ? Now it all started to make sense to him. Her coming here, the legend of Seraphina Reginald and the Caelum Lux.

Blinding light engulfed the ballroom leaving everyone stunned. And when the light faded, Atticus heard someone scream. He felt oddly disoriented and overwhelmed. What is going on ? He opened his mouth to speak but nothing except blood came out. His hand flew to his neck to feel the thick waterfall of blood dripping from the side of his neck. Before he could register what happened, his knees bucked as he stumbled. Is that my blood ? Am I dying ? His vision started to blur and he felt life slipping away like sand from his fingers. Unlike anything he had ever imagined, instead of fear he felt warmth.

In that moment, he saw the star decorations in the centre of the dome and all the incomplete dreams and promises of forever they made in their youth. His vision cleared for a second and he saw her. He saw everything he ever loved about her – her countenance bore an undeniable allure. Her spun hair, painstakingly brushed to perfection, flowed like silk threads, infused with small silver flowers, an extravagant touch. The jagged burn scar that ran down the side of her face, something that never deterred him from loving her all the same. Swathed in rich lace, her garments caressed her form with the grace of luxury, their hue an enchanting shade of white. This allure was further accentuated by her green eyes, glinting like shards of frozen emeralds, reflecting an unyielding mysterious depth — a landscape of evergreen forests like the ones they would often go hunting in. He stared at her till his vision was tainted by red.

As the world around him darkened, he was left with the haunting echoes of what once was, leaving him to wonder how it all came to this point. too many questions, too little answers. They said love healed, love nurtured, love saved many. Unfortunately for them, the poets were wrong after all, not even love was enough to save them. Her lips moved to say something he couldn’t quite catch, Atticus used the last bit of his strength to strain his ears to hear the last words she would say to him before he left this world .

“Rest now my love, may the gods receive you on the other side, pardoning that which may be absolved.”

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