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littlemissaddict · 1 year

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Scotty Doesn’t Know (18+) - Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Very loosely based off of Scotty Doesn’t Know by Lustra, Reader uses Eddie to help her get her cheating boyfriend to break up with her.

Word Count: 4473

Warnings ⚠️: Mentions of cheating, cheating, implied sex (oral - male receiving), sex, swearing. I think that’s it but please let me know if I missed anything.

A/n: This has probably been done before but I took the request and ran with it.

The first time it had happened had been an accident, she’d somehow ended up at Eddie’s place after finding her waste of space boyfriend in bed with some girl from the cheer team. She didn’t even bother to see who it was or stick around for Scott to explain that ‘it wasn’t what it seemed like’ or some shit like that that had come out of his mouth after he’d heard her choked sob come from the doorway.

With tears that made her vision blurry it had been a surprise that she’d even managed to make it to Eddie’s place without crashing her car, she was even more surprised when he took her in without complaint considering they weren’t close and only knew each other in passing. Though later on that same night after he’d listened to her cry her heart out, wrapped her in blankets and assured her that she was more than enough and Scott was an idiot for even thinking about another girl, let alone sleep with one when he had her, she had kissed him.

Now he had been a gentleman and pulled away straight away, not wanting her to make the same mistake that her boyfriend had and she’d apologised to him for the slip in judgement and for putting him in that position. Then, not wanting to make herself any more of a burden than she had already, she thanked him for everything and drove home to many missed calls and messages from Scott, pleading for her to listen to him. Too exhausted to deal with it she went straight to bed and slept.

The next few days after, were tense to say the least, she had listened to what Scott had to say and instead of ending things there and then as she probably should have, she gave him another chance but things between them did not go back to how they were before she caught him. At school they played the part of the loved up couple and none of their friends seemed to notice that anything had changed between them, the only person who seemed to notice was Eddie, at lunch her eyes would seek him out only to find that he was already watching her, though his gaze was always questioning as if he couldn’t believe that she had gone back to him.

Days turned into weeks from that night and things didn’t change between her and Scott, the act they kept up fell as soon as they were alone, they barely talked anymore, he didn’t kiss her, touch her like he used to and she suspected that he was still sleeping with that cheerleader from before. She was beginning to grow weary of it and she knew she should end it but she didn’t know how but some part of her came up with the crazy idea that Eddie could help her the only problem was getting him to agree to it.

It seemed that luck was on her side as come Sunday on her way to church, her parents insisted that it was a tradition she carried on even though she was long past caring about it, she bumped into none other than Eddie and she decided it was now or never if she was going to get his help. Reluctantly he agrees, driving them both back to his trailer and thank god his uncle was at work because the last thing she needed was the embarrassment of his uncle knowing what they were doing in his room.

Which is what Eddie did as soon as they got to the trailer, he led her straight to his room, closing the door and walking towards her. She faltered slightly as he looked down at her, towering over her with an unreadable look on his face as he asked, “Where does he think you are right now?”

“Church” she managed to squeak out, unused to being in such close proximity to him. Her answer made him laugh and she could understand why. Here she was asking him to help her cheat on her boyfriend when she was supposed to be at church, she was aware how much of a joke it sounded like but she wasn’t playing around. “Please Eddie” she begged, eyes wide and pleading as she looked up at him.

Leaning down until his face was inches from her own and she felt his breath tickling her lips as he spoke, “You princess are not as innocent as you seem and I wanna see how far you’ll go just to get rid of him” he teased, his voice low and it made her shiver as he finally attached his lips to hers in an almost bruising fashion that had her melting against him with very little resistance.

The way he kissed her was in no way like she’d ever been kissed before and she wanted more of it knowing that she was never going to be satisfied with the sweet gentle chaste kisses she’d be given before. Eddie kissed her with as much enthusiasm that he did everything else with, throwing his whole body into it, literally, as he pulled her closer so that their heaving chests were pressed together, his hands roaming her body and cheekily dipping under her sweater that had her keening into his touch searching for more that he had to offer. It was only when he pulled away moving his kisses from her lips to her jaw to her neck where she felt the graze of his teeth, the action pulled a quiet moan from her lips and she felt him smirk against the skin of her neck before he began his assault of marking her up so that anyone and everyone would know what she’d been up to, even Scott which was what she’d wanted.

Now her head was no longer feeling fuzzy from lack of air from his kisses, she could focus on the feeling of his lips against her skin, his hands sneaking further up her sweater and the hard length of him pressing into her hip. There was no holding back now, she let her moans flow freely as her own hands dropped to palm him through his jeans. This time it was Eddie’s turn to moan as his kisses halted and instead he panted into her neck as he rutted his hips into her eager hands.

“Please let me taste you” she muttered, feeling him tense against her, “I want you Eddie please” she pouts as he finally pulls his face from where it was pressed against her neck. His eyes search hers, looking for any sign of doubt but all he finds is her pupils blown wide and a certainty that cannot be confused for anything else.

He nods, unbuckling his belt as she drops to her knees and with a chuckle all he can say is “not at church but still on your knees”

The following day she doesn’t even try to cover the purple marks on her neck, hoping that Scott will get the hint and break up with her. Instead she finds that he doesn’t even mention it and she tries hard not to let it show how disappointed she is when he takes credit for them when their friends ask. The disappointment soon fades to excitement when she thinks about seeing Eddie again and having him continue to help her get rid of Scott, though a small part of her knows that it’s a dangerous game she’s playing and that she’s bound to get hurt when she inevitably falls for the boy and he wants nothing more to do with her when she finally gets what she wants.

She pushes the thought away as the bell goes signalling the end of the school day and she makes her way to her car without so much as a goodbye from her so-called boyfriend. She’s surprised to find Eddie leaning against her car when she gets there, arms crossed against his chest as he smirks at her when she stops, wide eyes a few steps from him.

“So did your plan work?” he questions, though by the way her shoulders have sagged and how she doesn’t look happy, he can already tell it hasn’t.

She shakes her head, “He’s gonna call tonight to ‘talk’” she rolls her eyes as she makes air quotation marks with her fingers as she says ‘talk’ which gets her a smile from Eddie, “so I was hoping that you’d be available to try again” she adds with a hopeful look on her face as her hands fidget with the ends of her jacket.

Eddie’s quiet for a few beats too long which makes her think she’s over stepped with him but then he laughs playfully, “So you’re telling me you want me to sneak into your room and what? fuck you while he’s on the phone” he stares, almost unable to believe what she’s asking as he always thought she was far too innocent to come up with something like that but if anything the last few days have reminded him not to judge someone before you get to know them.

Her face flames as she hears him plainly state what she’d been alluding to but she nods anyway to confirm it, “Sweet, I’ll see you tonight” he nods before walking off and she watches him as he strolls across the parking lot to his van, sticking his finger up at a group of boys from the basketball team that spew abuse his way.

So that’s how she ends up on her front, face pushed into the comforter on her bed to hide her moans even before Scott had rang. Eddie had turned up just as promised, kissed her stupid again until she’d given up all control and let him eat her out, now though he was between her spread legs, two fingers pushed deep inside her and stretching her out way more than she’d ever been before.

“Gotta get you ready for my cock princess, can’t have you screaming to him how much better I can fuck you” he stops, chuckling as she clenches around his fingers at the thought of what they’re about to do, “no scrap that, that’s exactly what you’re planning on doing isn’t it?” he teases, bringing his other hand around to rub small circles on her clit, the new touch causing her body to shake as her cries only got louder, thankfully her parents weren’t home to hear just how well he was playing her body. “That’s it, cum for me again” he encouraged as a second orgasm rolled through her body.

When the phone did begin to ring she was still breathing hard, trying to catch her breath from the pleasure that had coursed through her body and she was a little unsure if she could take anymore, until the press of his cock against her had her practically begging for him to fuck her. “Answer the phone princess and then I’ll do what you want” he says, his tone stern but his touch on her body still soft as she scrambles for the phone on her nightstand, answering it with a breathless ‘hello’

Just as he promised, Eddie slid into her and she bit down on her hand to keep from moaning into the receiver. It was exhilarating but she couldn’t help the nervousness that washed over her as she tried her best to listen to Scott but all she could find herself focusing on was the feeling of Eddie as he thrust into her, reaching spots inside of her that she didn’t even know were there as he busied his mouth with kisses along her back, feeling every shudder of her body.

“I know I messed up and things have felt strained between us but I wanted to apologise, I thought maybe we could go for out for dinner at the weekend, fix this before my birthday because I want my girl back” he explains and from what she takes in he sounds genuine but when she hears him call her his girl she can’t help the sinking feeling in her gut. She’s not his girl anymore, doesn’t want to be his girl and the feeling of Eddie’s hand sliding up her back and up the back of her neck until his fingers tangle in her hair, tugging until he can meet her eyes as he silently urges her to reply she can’t help but moan, though it sounds like she’d humming and she hopes Scott takes it as an agreement which she follows up with a ‘sounds good’ before he happily tells her that he’ll see her tomorrow and the phone goes dead.

Clumsily placing it back on the stand, Eddie waits until her focus is back on him before he speaks, “so pretty girl what now” he hums, his hips speeding up their movements as she feels that familiar feeling of pleasure building again.

“Gonna cum” she whines as her third orgasm washes over her leaving her body numb as she feels Eddie’s hips slow as he lets her ride it out before he pulls out, seconds later she hears him let out a low moan as his cum drips down onto her back.

Rolling off her to lay on his back on the bed next to her, he’s met with her sleepy smile and soft eyes that he can’t help but smile back as he waits for her to speak. “Didn’t work, he wants to work things out with his girl but I don’t want to be his girl, don’t think I ever did” she reveals quietly, her eyelids growing heavy and she knows she’ll probably fall asleep before long.

“So tell him, don’t stay if it makes you unhappy” he says, reaching a gentle hand out to brush her hair from her face then letting it linger on her cheek as his thumb softly brushes back and forth under her eye. She can’t help but lean into his touch and despite having sex just moments earlier this feels way more intimate and she holds onto the hope that maybe he likes her the way she likes him.

“I’m going to, just promise me one thing” she sighs, her voice is barely above a whisper and she can’t help the tear that escapes her eyes that Eddie’s quick to wipe away as he promises that he would do anything for her. “Once this is all over, don’t leave me, I like having you around and it’s not just because of this” she mumbles, face heating up as she gestures between them to hint at what she means.

Her heart flutters as he leans forward to press a chaste kiss to her forehead, it’s soft and his lips linger against her skin which sets butterflies a flutter in her stomach as he pulls away, looking at her with so much adoration in his eyes that she feels the need to look away although she doesn’t quiet manage to draw her gaze away from the deep chocolate brown eyes that seem to stare directly into her soul. “Sweetheart, I’m not going anywhere unless you tell me to but even then I’ll put up a fight because I like having you around too” he says, honesty clear in his tone and she relaxes.

“So it’s settled, no more games just the truth” she speaks, more to herself than him but he agrees anyway.

Come the weekend and Scott's birthday she’s still yet to break up with him, despite the gentle yet persistent encouragement from Eddie. She keeps promising again and again that she’s going to do it, that she’s just waiting for the right moment because god knows they’re always surrounded by people and she really doesn’t want to cause a scene and despite everything he’s done she doesn’t want to hurt him even though he didn’t care about her feelings when he decided to sleep around in the first place.

Eddie joins her at Scott’s party, partially keeping his distance so as not to feel like he’s hovering over them but always keeping her in his sights. Everything seems to be going fine for the first hour or so, except for a few guys coming over to ask him for weed that he doesn’t have on him tonight which results in a few choice words being thrown his way but he brushes them off, he doesn’t have a fight in his plans for tonight.

Then after he notices her wandering off towards the stairs and away from Scott and the rest of her friends, is when it all seems to kick off as he watches as Scott pulls one of the cheerleaders closer to him as soon as he notices his girlfriend missing. The sight alone is enough to make his blood boil but when he hears the group say her name and then laugh as Scott pulls her in for a kiss is what draws him into action knowing that they all know and none of them even bothered to tell her when they were supposed to be her friends.

He crosses the room in no time, his hand grabbing Scott’s shoulder and pulling him away from the nameless girl. “You are an asshole, claiming to love your girlfriend, wanting to fix whatever is broken between the two of you and here you are shoving your tongue down another girls throat” he spits, his hands clenched into fists that he fights to keep down by his sides, “clearly you are just full of shit” he scoffs as he rolls his eyes, a little annoyed at himself that he didn’t see this coming, that both of them believed the crap that came out of his mouth.

“Oh you mean the slut that was shameless enough to walk around wearing the marks another guy gave her or how she let him fuck her while we talked on the phone” Scott sneers, crossing his arms across his chest, far to relaxed for the situation where he’d just been caught yet again.

“I’d watch your mouth if I was you because if there is one thing that girl is not, it’s a slut” Eddie argues, jabbing a finger against Scott’s chest as he let his anger control him, “That girl is loyal to a fault and you brought all this on yourself when she caught you with your dick in another girl and it probably wasn’t even the first time that it had happened” he was seething now, sure she was just as in the wrong as he was for sleeping with someone else but he knows that the thought of doing it never even crossed her mind until she felt like it was her only chance of getting rid of him.

“How would you know?” Scott began to ask, his eyes widening as the pieces seemed to fit together in his mind. Eddie’s sudden defence for her, how he knew what went down between them and what was said on the phone that night, “It was you, she’s been sleeping with the freak, god I was so stupid not to see it all those glances your way that she thought I wouldn’t notice, well it’s over between us now so enjoy your sloppy seconds because it’s all you deserve” he taunts, smug smile etched onto his face until he sees Eddie raise his fist and draw it back as he prepared to punch him.

Eddie hadn’t even realised he had done it until a gentle touch to his arm pulled him out of the rage he’d built in himself and he turned to find her wide eyes pleading with him not to do it, not to cause a scene. He softened instantly, dropping his arm and relaxing his fist until her hand slid into his own and linked their fingers together.

The sound of laughter drew his focus away from her and he was met with the once again smug Scott, “Yeah give up you know I’d beat your ass anyway” he snorted at Eddie’s sudden change in demeanour, though before he got the chance to retaliate the sharp sound of a palm meeting skin echoed through the small space between them and he found Scott looking rather bewildered at the girl next to him.

Eddie can’t help but chuckle at just how shocked she looks by the fact that she’s just slapped him across the face but god knows he deserved it for all that he put her through but before there was a chance of anything else happening he tugged her away, leading her through the crowd that had gathered to watch and out the front door to his van. Making sure she was buckled in before he hit the gas and drove off down the street, the only sound being the noise of his radio that came to life as soon as the engine was turned on.

With no idea where he was going Eddie just drove until he finally came to a stop by Lover’s Lake, the spot he usually came to to smoke when Wayne was sick of the smell of weed in the trailer. Turning off the engine and plunging them into silence again, he finally turned to her only to find her already looking at her with a shy smile on her face, “Thank you for standing up for me but you know I can handle myself right?” she spoke, her voice coming out barely above a whisper as if she couldn’t believe that he had.

“There is no need to thank me sweetheart, he shouldn’t have said that about you” he states as he copies her movements of unbuckling his seatbelt so that he can turn his body towards her, a small smirk working its way onto his face. “And I do, I’ve witnessed it first hand and I’ve got to say it was fucking hot” he teases, enjoying the way she bites her lip and refuses to meet his eyes until he’s practically pulling her to staddle his lap in the drivers seat.

Her skirt slides up her thighs as she settles and it amuses him how hard she fights to pull it back down in spite of knowing that he’s seen her naked before. “Leave it, here” he smiles, batting her hands away and guiding them to rest on his shoulders instead. Though when she still refuses to look at him he takes a hand, hooking it under her chin to tilt her head up so that she has no choice but to look at him. “Don’t be getting all shy on me now sweetheart” he chuckles as his gaze dips down to her mouth before he meets her eyes again and leans in closer to her, silently asking for permission to kiss her.

She answers by leaning in and closing the gap the rest of the way, the soft press of her lips on his is all he needs to kiss her back and it’s not long before she’s moving her hips against his, seeking out what she’s still too shy to ask for with words. A whimper leaves her lips as Eddie brings his hands down to rest against her hips, stopping her movements and she pulls away, pouting up at him with red kiss swollen lips that he has to pull his eyes away from to focus on why he stopped her.

“Are you sure, I know we’ve done it before but you just got out of a relationship, I don’t want to rush you” he asks softly, even though there is nothing more that he wants right now than for her to ride him right there in his van but he knows her comfort comes first.

“I’m sure Eddie, please, need you so bad” she whines quietly, attempting to rut her hips against him again to little prevail.

“Okay sweetheart, I’ve got you” he hushes her whines with a chaste kiss to her lips before he moves her back enough so that he can undo the fly of his jeans and push them and his boxers down enough to free his cock from its confines. She’s quick to move forward again, her hands making a grab for his cock but once again he’s swatting them away much to her disdain, “Next time I promise” he defends, guiding her to sink down on him.

“Eddie - fuck, I forgot how big you were” she mewls as he fills her, neither of them moving while she adjust to his size.

Being snug inside of her pussy with her tight walls squeezing around him but unable to move was like torture and he didn’t know how much longer he could take of it, that he almost sighs in relief when she starts to move, even though it was only the slow grind of her hips the pleasure was mind blowing but he had to hold off from cuming for just a little bit longer. Her movements soon picked up as he easily slipped in and out of her because of the wetness that was beginning to leak out of her and onto their thighs, that coupled with her moans and the way her nails were digging into her shoulders had Eddie knowing that neither of them would last much longer.

“I’m not going to last much longer not when you look this good riding me princess” Eddie groans, bringing a hand down to where their bodies meet and letting his fingers slide through her wetness until they find that sensitive bundle that has her clenching around him and throwing her head back in pleasure.

“Ed-eddie gonna-I’m gonna” she rambles and he doubles down on his movements to get her to cum. Seconds later she reaches her peak, movements stilling as her body tenses up and she cums all over his cock. The feeling is too much for him and he is unable to hold back any longer when she’s milking him for all that he’s worth, his head falling forward into the crook of her neck as they both breathe heavily, chest rising and falling in sync as they attempt to catch their breaths.

“Thank you” she whispers breathlessly when he finally lifts his head from her shoulder, only to rest it against her forehead as he smiles softly at her.

“Like I told you before, you’ve got no need to thank me, I’m all yours if you want me” he murmurs, his breath fanning over her face as he speaks and he feels her nod, her head knocking against his due to their close proximity. “For however long you want me” he adds as they sit there smiling like idiots, knowing that life would be good as long as they kept each other close.

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keys-hellscape-1020 · 9 months

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Hello hello

I was wondering if you would write something with the reader is apart of 141 and is such a badass on the field and seems fearless but is absolutely terrified of bugs😂 (it’s me, I’m terrified of bugs)

A/N: I’m the exact same way anon. I’m all like “I’m such a badass I’d be fine in a war” and then one (1) singular cockroach would fly at me and I’d piss and shit myself simultaneously before passing out from fear. Also hope you don’t mind but I decided to make this with more of a headcannon format despite my love of oneshots.

Platonic!141 x gn!reader

Content: Military inaccuracies, cussing, Spiders, reader has panic attack, boys being sweet, and soap being a menace (still love him though)

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You manage to hold in your fear of bugs in the field, adrenaline, training, and a hefty dose of dissociation all mixing together to provide you with the perfect cocktail to temporarily stamp down your phobia. However outside of the field you are still terrified of them, you just try your best to hide it, all to aware of how embarrassing the fact that a trained killing machine can’t handle a tiny insect is.

Thankfully you’d managed for the most part, simply making up an excuse when a bug would enter a room, or slamming a cup over it and leaving it for someone else to deal with. However after a while, it seems your luck had started to run out.

It was the morning after a particularly tiring mission, you’d had gotten in late and by the time you had completed debrief and all other post-mission duties it was almost 3:00 am, with roll call at 6.

To say that everyone was exhausted was an understatement, a severe one, but you all were nothing if not disciplined. And so here you were at 5:45, your PT uniform on, and a cup of coffee sitting in front of you on the cafeteria table.

You take a sip, your nose scrunching at the bitter taste as you force it down your throat. You desperately needed the caffeine however, so you make yourself drink it as you try not to fall asleep on the table in front of you.

You barely notice Soap and Gaz walking in, you probably would’ve completely disregarded them if it weren’t for their half-hearted bickering about one thing or another. You watch them as they move about the cafeteria, picking up various breakfast foods.

You barely acknowledge them as they sit across from you, continuing to sip your coffee half-heartedly. You have no idea how many times Soap had called your name, but it took him waving his hand in front of your face for him to get your attention.

“You alright hen?” He asked, his eyebrows furrowed at you in concern.

You nod at him, trying your best to not fall asleep on the table.

You barely notice Gaz’s movements, but the thing he pointed out you couldn’t ignore, no matter how much you wanted to.

It was a relatively small critter in hindsight, but in the moment your weary and fear-laden brain hadn’t cared for that, only the fact that it had 8 legs and was about a centimeter away from your hand.

You shoot up with a screech of “DEAR FUCK” and send your styrofoam cup flying halfway across the cafeteria. Your reaction made Soap and Gaz shoot up out of their seats as well, looking at you with extreme concern and confusion.

You stand in the middle of the cafeteria blankly, eyes fixated on the creature who was transferring the cafeteria table at speeds spiders should not be allowed to reach.

Once you have come to your sense slightly you look around to see that everyone in the cafeteria is still staring at you with mixed looks of concern and confusion.

You decide to flee the scene.

It is only after you are out in the hallway, safely away from the object of your fear, that you realized your breathing was tight and panicked. It’s only once you’d slid to the floor with your back against a wall that you’d realized that Soap and Gaz followed you out of the cafeteria.

They crouch down in front of you, you can see their mouths moving and hear muffled word’s bouncing around your head but the sound of your rushing blood blocks out all outside sounds. You’re startled out of your thick daze by Soap grabbing your hand and placing it on his chest, right over his sternum.

You’re confused briefly, and try to pull back, but his grip holds firm and after a moment you realize the exaggerated deep breaths he is taking and try your best to copy them. It takes a few minutes of you following Soap’s breath patterns for yours to return to normal.

Once your breathing is stable and you can no longer hear your blood flow you tip you head back against the wall, the sturdy surface providing an excellent chance for you to ground yourself with. Soap and Gaz sit and watch you for a moment, and it’s only after you open your eyes to return their intense stares that they begin to speak.

“Are you alright?” Gaz asks lowly, you’re unsure when it happened but at some point he gently grabbed your other hand and started gently rubbing it with his thumb.

Your only answer is a slight nod and Gaz and Soap exchange a concerned glance. “What brought that on?” Soap asks softly, fingers still intertwined tightly with yours.

You wince and avert your eyes, you’re sure that you’re late to roll-call by this point and you really don’t want your only excuse to be that you had a panic attack thanks to a spider. You would absolutely never live that down. “Doesn’t matter, I’m fine now.” You grumble softly, moving to stand up.

Soap and Gaz stand with you, exchanging a concerned glance with each other as they do. “Hen, whatever it is it’s alright. We won’t make fun of you.” Soap says soothingly, placing a warm hand on your shoulder.

You wince, and roll your bottom lip between your teeth as you think. They might not make fun of you now? But later? Definitely. Your internal conflict is cut short when you look back up at them however, large concerned puppy dog eyes staring back at you. Damnit you’re weak.

“The spider.” You mumble out sheepishly, suddenly finding great interest in your shoes as you subconsciously back yourself towards the wall.

Gaz’s eyebrows furrow in confusion and Soap cocks his head like a confused puppy. “The spider?” Gaz asks slowly, like he’s trying to comprehend rocket science.

You exhale aggressively and scuff your feet against the floor. “The spider.” You confirm quietly.

Soap slings a heavy arm over your shoulders, practically dragging you down with the hefty amount of his body weight he puts on you. “Ey it’s alright hen, we’ve all got something we’re afraid of.”

“Like dogs.” Gaz quips, prompting a vicious glare from Soap as he giggles madly. Soap huff and lifts his arm from your shoulder to ruffle your hair playfully. “Say since we’re already late for rollcall, why don’t we just skip?”

You and Gaz simultaneously shoot him a confused look. “Price will kill us.” Gaz try’s to reason.

“No Price will kill me and hen. He would never dream of touching his golden boy.” Soap teases, moving to ruffle his hair before Gaz slaps it away with an indignant look.

You did end up skipping roll call that day in favor of napping in Soap’s room, and you did indeed have hell to pay when Price and Ghost found you all passed out, plenty of PT and toilet duty for a week.

You never told Price and Ghost about your fear of bugs, but you’re fairly certain Soap and Gaz let them know. There was a number of times when off-duty that you would notice a bug and before you could blink Price or Ghost were moving to take care of it for you.

Gaz was also extremely sweet when it came down to it, capturing bugs and taking them outside almost always. Soap was also a little shit, as usual. Capturing the bug and then chasing you with it, or assaulting you with it’s corpse. A quick threat to bring in several large dogs makes him shut up and take care of the insect however.

So yes, while you do suffer teasing about it occasionally, they would never make you face your fear alone. They’re your family after all. And family look out for one another.

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petite-phthora · 7 months

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Nova... after a supernova

[DP x DC fic]

[Love at first... murder? - part 7]

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Part 1

Ao3

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In-chat nicknames:

OGnerd = Jason

BatDad = Bruce

Discowing = Dick

BloodSon = Damian

TheHotOne = Steph

TheCuteOne = Cass

Omnipotent = Babs

Flashlight = Duke

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Clockwork watches as the scenes unfold from the screen in front of him, a fond smile on his face.

He chuckles at the awkward farewell young Danny leaves one of Gotham’s Knights with.

However, as his gaze turns to one of the other screens, his expression switches from amused fondness to one of contemplation.

As he watches the recently deceased manic clown cackle his head off at the revelation of his newly ghostly existence, Clockwork can do no more than let out a weary sigh.

As much as he would like to interfere so young Danny would not have to deal with this endeavor, alas, he is not allowed.

Regardless, he muses, Danny will be able to handle it quite well on his own. Clockwork has complete confidence in him, as he gazes at the many timelines that may yet come to pass.

It will all work out in the end...

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After taking some deep breaths to calm himself somewhat, Jason puts his glove back on before getting back on his motorcycle and leaving the apartment building behind.

He should probably use the rest of the night to sleep, as it’s already quite late.

However, not too long after he leaves he starts feeling eyes on him. He's being watched, and he has a pretty good guess of just who it could be...

And that guess is confirmed when he sees the shadows moving across the rooftops.

Of course, they followed the tracker to find out what he's up to even after he told them not to follow

He lets out an irritated sigh as he revs the engine and makes his motorcycle pick up more speed. At this point he’s most likely going way over the speed limit but, it’s Gotham, so no one’s gonna care.

At least they only just found him and started following him, rather than when he was still with Danny. Small mercies…

Though, he notes with mild curiosity, interestingly enough Replacement doesn’t seem to be with them.

Jason decides not to jinx his luck by questioning it, for now. Tim’s probably just overworking himself on a case again while doped up on so much of his awful Red Bull, Monster, and coffee mixture monstrosity that he should’ve had a caffeine overdose by now 3 times over.

Either way, Jason’s so not in the mood for their questions

Jason wants to keep his family as far away from Danny as possible, for as long as he can. And not just because of their not date, but he wants to help Danny keep people off his back about the murder of the Joker.

While, as he has mentioned to Danny before, most people will probably celebrate his death more than anything, he wants to spare Danny from B’s disappointment and his 5 hour long morals speech at the very least.

At that point, Jason decides to try to throw his stalkers off by making some unexpected, sharp turns and using a lot of alleys. He avoids the cameras and makes a point to also disable the cam and tracker the Bats ‘sneakily’ left in his helmet, again.

…

After spelling out ‘Fuck off’ with the tracker’s path on the map.

Luckily for him, Jason has just made it to Crime Alley, which is his turf. He knows his way around better than the furry brigade that's still following him does and he’ll gladly use this to his advantage.

With a small grumble that's muffled due to his helmet, he decides to try another more blunt method to try and dissuade them from following him.

Or, at the very least, distract them so that he has an easier time getting away.

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0 days without the Joker breaking out of Arkham

OGnerd: Stop stalking me.

BatDad: Don’t text and drive.

OGnerd: It's speech to text. Dumbass.

Discowing: Jason!! 😃 What’s up, Little Wing? 🐦 Sooo, why didn’t you patrol tonight?? 👀

OGnerd: That's none of your business dick wad. Fuck off.

OGnerd: What part of don’t follow me did you not understand.

Discowing: I just wanted to catch up with my little brother!! 😁 Is that too much to ask? 🥺

BloodSon: Todd. Who are you courting?

Discowing: Dami!! 😠 I wanted to ease him into it before bombarding him with questions 😩

TheHotOne: no damian id rite

TheHotOne: we ned a more direct aproch >:)

TheHotOne: so jayyyyyyy, whos ur mystery boo ;)

TheHotOne: dont worry u can tell m privtely ^-^

TheHotOne: i wnt tell, scuts honor o7

TheCuteOne: scuts

Omnipotent: scuts

Discowing: Scuts

Flashlight: scuts

Flashlight: Wait, you were a scout??

TheHotOne: no <3

OGnerd: I was just following up on a lead on a case I’ve been working on.

OGnerd: Besides, shouldn’t you all be focusing on finding that clown freak instead of stalking me after I explicitly said not to.

Omnipotent: Do you buy flowers for all of your ‘leads’ or are those just for the cute ones? 🤨

Discowing: Oh!!!! 😲 He got them flowers?? 🌼 That’s so cute! 🥰 I didn’t take you for such a romantic, Jay 😉

BloodSon: Considering Todd’s reading material it should not have come as much of a surprise, Richard.

BatDad: Red Hood, what do you know about the disappearance of the Joker?

BatDad: Is the person you were meeting with involved?

OGnerd: Nothing and no. Now leave me alone.

OGnerd: Middle finger emoji.

~ OGnerd changed the name of BatDad to WhyDoesClarkCallYouBabyGirl ~

~ OGnerd locked the name of WhyDoesClarkCallYouBabyGirl ~

WhyDoesClarkCallYouBabyGirl: Red Hood, this is extremely immature.

WhyDoesClarkCallYouBabyGirl: Change my name back and come to the cave for a meeting, now.

WhyDoesClarkCallYouBabyGirl: That was a misunderstanding and you know it.

---

Jason turns his phone back off and mutes the chat once again. He managed to throw them off of his trail a bit ago and just now reached his apartment.

They know where he lives, yes, but it seems that they had finally noticed how not in the mood he was and decided to make the smart decision to give up and leave him the hell alone. For now at least…

Jason wouldn’t be surprised if they showed up at his apartment tomorrow anyway. But the metal baseball bat by the door and the gun in his holster should help.

After getting inside he changes out of his clothes and takes his time taking a shower. After getting out, drying off, and putting on something comfortable he practically collapses onto the couch.

His eyes fall onto the faded number sequence still scribbled on his hand. With a small smile on his face, while thinking of the person who wrote it, he takes his phone back out again and makes a new contact.

While he’d love to call it some sappy shit like ‘Danny <3’, he knows his family and it has enough hackers in it that he’d rather make the contact name a bit less obviously stand out.

It takes a while, but after thinking back on Danny’s space rambles earlier that evening in the observatory, Jason settles on a contact name.

He names it Nova, after a supernova.

He doesn’t know how right he is.

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Taglist:

@i-always-say-yea @uraniumwizard @why-must-i-be-like-this @griffinthing

#dp x dc #dp x dc fic #dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp #dp x dc crossover #dead on main #dead on main ship #sorry for the awfully long wait #got busy with college #and then i got a bit of a writer's block #but!!! this is not abandoned!!#uploading will just take me a bit long #to make up for the last long wait #im posting like 5-6 chapters in a row #also by now oracle has hacked the cams from before equipment around jason had gone crazy #and so she saw footage of him getting the flowers #steph is the one who gave herself and cass matching nicknames :)

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ddarker-dreams · 2 years

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you have always found diluc to be a perfect gentleman.

some may attribute it to his noble upbringing, and while that may have later refined his manners, your earliest memories revolve around him prioritizing chivalry from his own volition. it didn’t matter if young kaeya would tease him until his ears went as red as his crimson hair — he always treated you delicately. the care a florist bestowed upon their most prized flower would not compare to the genteel manner he took with you.

if you were going up or down a steep hill, he’d offer his hand without hesitation. when invited to dine with his family for luxurious dinners, he wouldn’t dare touch his meal until you partook in yours, frequently whispering if the menu was to your liking and offering substitutes should you find it disagreeable. always quietly, however. he’d claim it was for his own to save you any embarrassment.

while there were few moments he wasn’t busy studying or training for his upcoming tenure with the knights, he made it a priority to spend time with you. he’d reassure you that it was okay to venture off to areas the adults said were not safe, as long as he accompanied you, you’d be safe. he meant it too. any monsters lurking in the shadows would be met with a swift demise. he’d cast his arm in front of you, gallant in his mannerisms, proclaiming without a hint of shame that as your knight, he shall protect you. you believed him. you had no reason not to.

while many aspects of him changed following his father’s death, his vow to keep you safe did not.

his touch could be felt on your life even if he was continents away, chasing down leads in the name of vengeance. he sent letters. you never fully understood how he managed it, but, considering his vast network, you thought little of it. he never talked about his life or expressed the slightest interest in doing so. it was always about you. he took a special interest in the people you surrounded yourself with. special care was taken to ensure he never mentioned friends you had yet to tell him about. a few letters later, there’d be a mention about how so and so was involved in shady business, or that were most disagreeable rumors surrounding their conduct... you saw no reason to doubt him. just as when you were both kids, he was playing the role of protector, now in a different form. so you believed him. you still had no reason not to.

diluc’s physical return to mondstadt was a memorable event. not for its grandiose scale, but how mundane the entire thing was. you simply found him standing behind the bar in angel’s share, cleaning a glass, as if he hadn’t been gone for years. he told you he didn’t want to make a big deal of it. you were overjoyed to see your childhood friend return. your excitement could be seen in your eager acceptance to whatever requests he made of you. he still held your hand to help you up and down the hill, though you found his grip to be tighter. while the dinners you shared were a touch lonelier than they used to be, the both of you sitting on a long table with no one but mouse-like servants present, the company and food more than made up for it. he began to insist you stayed for drinks. then dessert following that. perhaps a refill of the drinks too, your glass looks empty... maybe a game or two of chess if you wouldn’t mind.

a day comes when your excitement cools off and weariness takes its place. you’re starting to miss those friends who diluc promised were nothing but bad business. his requests for your company are becoming more frequent. you’re running out of excuses to kindly reject them. last night it was your head not feeling well, the night before that, being tired from work; you do not know what lies you shall concoct to appease him this evening.

his knock will come any second now. you must think fast. this method of curtailing his advances is not sustainable, yet there is precious little else for you to do.

you hear his footsteps approach outside your window. you sit just beneath the sill so as not to be seen.

if you go with him, you know what to expect. he’ll hold open every door. drape his coat over your shoulders if you shiver. offer to carry you should your legs tremble. he is the perfect gentleman, after all. mondstadt’s most desirable bachelor. these titles fit him well.

what you no longer associate with him is the role of protector. no, how could you, when what you need protecting from is him?

#diluc ragnivindr x reader #diluc x reader #yandere diluc x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin impact x reader #concepts

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miamochi-writes · 1 year

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Like Crazy (Million Knives x Plant!Reader)

Summary: Knives doesn’t need to dream, yet when he does one day, he sees someone captivate him. Just who is this person?

A/n: Not a request, but I got inspired to write this after hearing a certain song. IYKYK. Enjoy! :) Here is the link to Like Crazy Part 2 !

It was another grueling day for Knives as he meticulously thought of how to get Vash to come back to him. Another day of dealing with pesky humans who were willing to follow the genius plant. Another day of putting up with Con’rad and his inhumane experiments. Another day of putting up with Legato’s blind devotion to the older plant. Knives was surrounded by many people who were willing to be used and play a part in his plan, even if it costs their life. All of this, yet they brought no joy to him. If anything, they were mentally draining with their incessant “yes-man” behavior. Knives grew weary and wondered if he would ever find someone who was actually worth keeping around without any strings attached.

He walked to his piano and started playing unforgettable melodies that filled the room. Knives knew how to play the most intricate songs that were intended for duets, all by himself. The grown plant was a skilled pianist, yet he yearned for his brother who would play with him when they were younger. Even though he knew emotions were for the weak, Knives longed for that moment to be with someone he enjoyed being with once more. He then finished playing the coda of his song that echoed the room that gave goosebumps to anyone who heard it. Knives took a deep breath out and closed his eyes. He let his mind ruminate on past memories from when he was a child to feelings of determination on achieving his new paradise. Anything and everything that he did was for the better of plants. Yet, his thoughts were interrupted when he heard a strange melody.

This melody was far different from his as it evoked a more nuanced pathos. Despite the melancholic sound, it was still hypnotizing. Knives opened his eyes to see that he wasn’t in the piano room anymore, but rather a lush green meadow filled with all kinds of flora. The blonde was utterly confused as he refused to believe what he saw was real. Then the melody grew louder as Knives followed it with his blades ready to attack. Further down, the flora revealed a black grand piano with a small figure in white that was the source behind the melody.

“Who are you and what is this?” Knives questioned as he kept his guard up. The person stopped playing and looked back slightly. Knives couldn’t make out the face as their hair hid any facial features.

“It’s been awhile since I had a visitor in my dream,” they spoke.

“Don’t be ridiculous, this can’t be a dream,” Knives argued as he knew himself well enough he didn’t dream. He readied his blades to attack, but the other person raised their hand away from the piano. In an instant, his blades vanished. Knives furrowed his brows at this strange occurrence and looked back at the person.

“Like I said, this is a dream. There’s not a bad thing here tonight,” the person explained. They then turned their head back to the piano and gestured Knives to come forward.

“I promise I’ll answer your questions if you come closer. I can’t harm you anyway,” they added.

Knives grunted in frustration as he hated not having the upper hand in this situation. If anything, people always came to him no matter what.

“And why should I follow what a human tells me to?” he continued to resist.

“Who said I was a human?” the person asked as they continued to play the piano again. Only this time, their skin glowed with a familiar pattern that Knives recognized. It was the same pattern of the glyphs all plants had.

“You’re a plant? An independent one?” Knives questioned.

“Ever since I could remember, now come closer,” the person beckoned as they kept playing the same melody.

Without thinking, Knives walked slowly to the other plant as his mind was filled with endless questions. How was it possible that there was another independent plant that he didn’t know about? Were there more? What powers did they hold? If this is a dream, how were they communicating like this?

He stood on the right side of the person and got a closer look. Their face looked tired, but their eyes held a certain drive as they focused on the piano and its keys. The melody would build up and then drop and repeat over again.

“I’m Y/n, I’m the only independent plant in Ship 8. I don’t know the exact location since I’m always confined in the same rooms. As for my powers, I can control water to a certain extent. The scientists keep testing me everyday, until I’m tired. So I dream a lot. Dreams are the one place I can escape from reality where no one can hurt me,” they explained while finishing the last few keys that resonated within the environment.

“So you too are trapped with humans,” Knives pointed out as they nodded. Just hearing it fueled his burning resentment towards the very species that keep taking and abusing plants.

“Do you play?” Y/n asked as Knives raised an eyebrow. The person scooted to the left of the seat and stared at him once more.

“I heard another melody while I was playing. I was wondering if that was you,” Y/n continued as Knives took the right portion of the seat. He then began pressing on the piano keys that emitted the melody he played earlier. Midway, he heard an accompaniment of deeper notes. Knives looked and saw that Y/n was playing along with him as they flashed him a small smile.

“It’s not everyday I meet another piano player,” Y/n commented. Knives was slightly annoyed and looked back to focus on his playing. Although, he didn’t find himself yearning for that missing emptiness. He felt a bit of joy as another plant was playing with him in tune and complimenting his notes. Finally, you both played the final pieces of the song. Once Knives looked up, he noticed the meadow was fading and heard Y/n sigh.

“And just when it was getting good,” Y/n commented.

“What’s happening?” he asked.

“The dream is ending. One of us is waking up unfortunately,” they explained as the piano was starting to fade.

“Will I see you again?” Knives asked.

“Dream again and you’ll find me...,” Y/n replied.

“Knives, my name is Knives,” he answered.

“Find me Knives, and play the piano with me again,” they added before fading away.

Knives opened his eyes to see that he was back in his familiar piano room. He looked and there was no one else besides him.

‘Was it really a dream? Why did it feel real? Was there actually another independent plant out there?’ he asked himself. Then came a knock from Professor Con’rad asking for a moment of his time to update him on a few things. Knives let out a frustrated exhale and left the room mentally preparing himself to be with humans once more.

~*~

Throughout the day, Knives had to deal with more of the professor’s experiments to create a different species that wasn’t fully human or plant. Furthermore, Knives went on about his plan for paradise with Legato. Legato was a devout follower, but he never challenged his tangents. Just another yes man like the others. Was it too much to ask for an honest and interesting conversation?

Once Knives had alone time, he went back to the piano room and played briefly. His mind still couldn’t forget last night about the other plant.

‘Dream again and you’ll find me’

Those words plagued his mind as he debated on actually dreaming. He let out a sigh and folded his arms across his chest. Then he laid his head on top of his arms and closed his eyes. Knives couldn’t believe what he was doing. After a few minutes of seeing nothing but darkness, Knives was ready to believe it was all a fluke. He opened his eyes once more to see the same meadow from last night. It was exactly how he remembered it as he looked around. Then came the familiar melodic tune nearby. Knives walked to the source to find the grand piano and Y/n playing it once more.

“You came back,” Y/n called out as they stopped midway and turned around to face him.

“Is this really a dream?” he asked.

“Yes, because you’re here now Knives,” they replied with a small smile. Y/n then scooted to the left of their seat again as he sat beside them.

“Tell me, how was your day?” Y/n asked as they started playing a simple melody this time.

“Why do you want to know?” he asked.

“Because, I already told you what I do everyday. I want to know what you do. It’s not every day I get to meet or talk with another independent plant,” they explained. Knives let out a quick exhale as he began to collect his thoughts. He told Y/n about how he was working on his ultimate plan, his followers, and how he could tolerate the humans he dealt with.

“Hm, this Legato guy sounds obsessed with you,” Y/n commented.

“He is, but my my patience with him runs thin sometimes. He has his uses and works from afar, so I keep him around. But he never challenges me on discussions. It becomes mundane the minute he agrees with me” Knives explained.

“If I were him, I would have given feedback on your plan. I mean why not send someone from your team to infiltrate at different cities? Maybe they can find a way to earn your brother’s trust and keep tabs on him for you instead of just always trying to hunt him down immediately?” Y/n pointed out.

“Hmm, you know I never thought about it that way,” Knives replied.

“Plus, if your men don’t follow your orders you can always dispose of them. One less human to bother you,” they added in as Knives smirked.

“I like the way you think Y/n,” he complimented while looking at them.

“Nice to know someone values my honest input,” Y/n smirked back.

“How was your day?” Knives asked as he started to play this time.

“More tests, and they keep getting more tedious too. So it’s nice that I can finally relax here with you while you play,” they told him. Knives kept playing once more as he started growing comfortable around the other plant. He wished he could have met Y/n sooner so they could engage with them in more thought provoking topics. Before he could finish, the dream was fading again.

“At least it was a little longer this time,” Y/n commented as Knives saw the piano disappearing once more.

“Hopefully the next one is longer,” Knives spoke as the other plant smiled.

“Find me again Knives. I’ll be waiting for you,” they said before fading away.

Knives opened his eyes to find himself in the piano room again, but this time with a smile on his face.

~*~

Knives made it a routine to lock himself in the piano room once he was done with his daily tasks of fortifying his plans and dealing with his men. He would immediately dream to spend more time with Y/n as they patiently waited for him at the same grand piano by the beautiful meadow in their dreams. The blonde was becoming more fond of the other plant the more they talked and played together. The missing void within Knives was slowly being filled up with each dream they met up in. He admired the way they played, how honest they were, their smile, the way they touched shoulders or how their fingertips brushed over each other slightly when hitting the piano keys. Even when Y/n made slight jabs at him whether it be teasing or nudges, Knives would pout at first, but a slight blush unbeknownst to him would creep on his cheeks. This was Knives highlight of his day that no one could interfere with.

~*~

It had been about 3 weeks of consecutive dreaming for Knives. He was looking forward to chatting and playing with Y/n once more as he got himself comfortable. He closed his eyes and waited as usual. When he opened his eyes, Knives felt something was off. He saw that he was still in his piano room. He closed his eyes again, thinking maybe it was the excitement that kept him up. He waited for an extra ten minutes. When he opened his eyes, Knives was shocked that he was still in the place.

‘What was going on? Why wasn’t it working?’

After several more failed attempts, Knives gave up. He was beyond confused and frustrated. Why of all nights was it not working? Did something happen to Y/n? Was it too good to be true that he found solace in another plant?

Knives slammed the door open from his piano room and walked away heated. None of his men dared to ask what was wrong or else they were faced with his sinister blades.

~*~

Knives tried to dream again after 4 days of being met with disappointment of seeing the same piano room. He took out his frustration on his lower followers as he was back to the same tiresome routine before meeting Y/n, if they were even real at this point. On the fifth day, Knives was on the brink of snapping until he went to the piano room and played vigorously on the black keys. The melody was vivacious and carried over loudly with each note played. Knives violently pressed on the final chords of the song as the tune resonated eerily. He then closed his eyes. He can’t let his emotions get the better of him. He did a quick breathing exercise to calm himself down. Once he was ready, he opened his eyes but was startled to see a familiar place.

The lush meadow was back. Knives was dreaming again. The blonde was confused as to why it decided to appear once more. He then looked around, straining to hear the sound of the piano. Then a faint tune drifted in the air as Knives hastily ran to the source. He had so many questions, his emotions were bubbling up, and he needed to talk to Y/n about their absence. Finally the grand piano came into view, and saw the once familiar figure who used to greet him. As Knives got closer, he noticed Y/n was slouching over.

“Y/n, what happened the past few days? Why wasn’t I-” before he could finish, Knives stopped himself as he saw how sullen their face was. Their eyes were void of any radiance that they once held in their previous meetups. Then his eyes landed on their body and how it looked much more frail and limp than ever.

“Knives, it really is you...welcome back. I’m sorry I made you wait,” Y/n weakly said as their hand reached out to him.

“Y/n, what happened to you? Who did this?!” Knives asked as he grabbed their shoulders.

“The scientists did more tests on me. They put me in a room that made it hard to sleep with these bright lights. They wanted to test how long I could go without sleep. They kept pushing me to endure so much pain. I had to go past my limits with each test they gave me. It hurt that I couldn’t rest at all. I got lost in those agonizing lights. I thought I was going out of my mind until they finally stopped. I’m so sorry Knives,” they choked out as Knives then balled his fists up. He was seething with rage with how they treated Y/n.

“If I find the people who did this to you, I’ll show them no mercy. I’m sick of these humans abusing us plants,” Knives sneered. Then Y/n reached their hands out to hold his fists. Knives looked at them as Y/n slowly began to rub small delicate circles on their skin.

“Thank you Knives, but until then I want to cherish this moment. I missed hearing you play. Please, play for me. I want to have a good night with you after being away for so long,” they pleaded. Knives eyes softened at their words as he unfurled his hands to hold theirs. He then sat down on the seat and started playing his favorite song on the piano. After playing a few chords, Knives felt something on his shoulder. It was Y/n laying their head on them with a small smile plastered on their face.

“Sorry, don’t mind me. I missed hearing this song. I would hum it to comfort me during the tests they gave me,” they commented. Knives heart and stomach dropped at those very words. He hated seeing them in this state. This was not how he wanted to reunite with them. Usually, he hated anyone showing weakness, but for Y/n, they were the exception. Knives kept playing as his heart out with every key stroke and chord until the coda.

“That was your best performance yet Knives,” Y/n spoke as they clapped with what little energy they had left. Knives looked at them once more and felt his body move before he could think. He held on to Y/n’s left arm and pulled them closer to his side.

“I’d play for you anytime. It’s not everyday you meet another piano player,” he commented.

“Oh, before I forget, I learned a new song for you,” Y/n chimed. They put their hands on the piano keys and started playing a soft melody. Instead of the same melancholic and entrancing piece from before, Y/n played a more heartfelt and blissful tune. The melody carried over with a crescendo of sweet and uplifting chords. Then it transitioned to a sweet adagio of melodic notes that warmed Knives as they finished with a harmonious chord. The man couldn’t help but clap as a genuine smiled crept on his face.

“That was beautiful Y/n,” he lauded.

“I wanted to learn this piece. It describes how much I enjoy being with you in these dreams,” they replied. Before any of them could speak further, the meadow was slowly fading once more.

“No! Don’t wake me up! They’re going to break me again. I want to stay in this dream with you!” Y/n pleaded. Knives then panicked as he tightly embraced Y/n.

“Listen to me Y/n, I’m going to do whatever it takes to find you. But I also need your help on finding hints on where you’re located. You must stay strong until then,” he informed.

“Okay, I’ll do my best to find clues for you. Just don’t give up finding me. Until then, please wait for me in our dreams! You give me the strength to continue Knives!” Y/n pleaded as they hugged back not letting go.

Knives opened his eyes to see he was back in his piano room. His arms were reaching out, but they were empty. He then gritted his teeth, and stepped out from his room with a new sense of determination. Once he reached Legato and a few of his followers he declared these words:

“I want you to look for this specific ship for a person that matches this description. I want every place to be searched thoroughly and no stone left unturned. Failure to comply will result in grave consequences. I want updates at all times starting now!”

Knives can’t fail now. This time, he will save those who are closest to him and take revenge on those who wronged them.

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vigilskeep · 1 year

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going to express some loose thoughts abt sebastian vael for a minute, just talking recreationally

sebastian struggles to come to terms with how much he genuinely enjoys the violence that being a da companion typically involves. he loves fighting at hawke’s side. you only have to listen to his combat dialogue to see that; he’s simply having a good time, he’s exhilarated, he’s fiercely proud of his skills and has fun showing them off. (insert obligatory “did you see that shot?!” quote here.) as much as someone like isabela, he’s in it for the adventure and the fight. but neither is he comfortable with all this. his combat dialogue contains both gleeful condemnation of his opponents’ stupidity as he kills them and regretful prayers for their souls. there’s absolutely wildly contrasting stuff in there. his commitment to causes lets him cope with that contrast. after all, surely it’s fine and good to take pleasure in what he does, even if he admits the method is regrettable, so long as the enemy is ultimately at fault and it’s ultimately right. so long as it’s for the chantry, for starkhaven, or for hawke. (the three causes he takes up, which leave him stumbling when they come into conflict and thus lose the clarity they offer.)

i think part of the reason sebastian admires the grey wardens so much is that it’s a cause of (apparent) truly absolute clarity. the grey wardens oppose an enemy inarguable in its evil against which no moral qualm is necessary and no weapon should be held back. by nature, the wardens will go to absolutely any length to stop a blight, and feel it inherently justified. the black and whiteness of that has got to be alluring. like, it’s for similar reasons that sebastian is so drawn to justice/revenge, i think. he loves to have a clear evil to fight against! because it’s freeing, in terms of what he’s allowed to do. it’s especially freeing to be able to believe there’s higher more ultimate causes than his vows to the chantry, causes that will let him do these things he wants to do with no need for the self-directed disgust that the chantry has taught him. he says it’s “[his] right, [his] duty” to bring justice to his family’s killers. his privilege and his obligation; if he can believe that, believe he’s both entitled to this and has no moral choice but to pursue it, then he’s free from his vows

the above is from one of my favourite seb banters and i think it’s so telling and interesting. most of the rest of hawke’s companions are there because they have to be, because they care about hawke, because it’s their job, because they’re marginalised outcasts who desperately need all the allies they can get. sebastian shows up because he wants to be here. he has fun with hawke! it’s exciting! having to deal with everything that goes wrong doesn’t make him afraid or weary or jaded, it puts him directly in front of a problem that he can help hawke directly solve to do visible good. he’s never had so many opportunities to help people! the last thing i want to say here is that sebastian’s desire to do good is disingenuous. i just think that what’s equally drawing him in here is that he gets to do it out in the world, outside of the restrictions of being a chantry brother, and, well, that he gets to do it by shooting people with arrows. playing out the idea that doing good can be simple, a straightforward upfront fight between clear right and clear wrong. that straightforwardness especially enticing when he spends his six years in game so mired in indecision abt his larger moral choices. and you can see, i think, in any version of the last straw, how desperately he wants it to come down to a straightforward fight for a side he can absolutely commit to

this is meandering i’m just chattering in general. as a last point i think it’s fascinating that so much of what sebastian admires is exemplified by, of all people, anders. the grey warden, the cause-driven spirit of justice (conflated with vengeance, the very thing sebastian seeks and struggles with!), and, with his clinic, the person who more than pretty much anyone in kirkwall directly and unquestionably helps people on a day-to-day basis. i often feel like, much like most of sebastian’s party banter in general, his dialogue with anders is a bit flat and very centrally focused on the chantry issue without any room to breathe. there could’ve been more to discuss here and a more complicated relationship if sebastian’s writing wasn’t so rushed. it’s odd that sebastian’s obvious admiration and respect for grey warden hawke siblings has no consideration for anders, or that anders’ clinic and the good that can be done by mages—good that the chantry broadly prevents and would prevent here if it could—never comes up as a topic of discussion in comparison to the charitable works of the chantry that sebastian holds so dearly, or that justice doesn’t have thoughts on the revenge thing, or that sebastian doesn’t care about the blatant andrastian background of the way anders thinks, or that there’s no comparison between their past overnight changes of personality where they abandoned perceived wayward youthful self-centred ways in favour of dedication to an ideal. i just think had there been more development they could be clearly drawn parallels, with even several points of connection, making for perhaps a more compelling conclusion during the last straw

#sebastian vael #long post #anyway i need to go eat something

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mxnsterbabe · 8 months

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You've had enough of pining over your 'friend with benefits', and it's time to do something about it.

You were sat at your desk in the Khonsu's medical bay, poring over patient files when the door swooshed open. It was Daury, again. He held up a bandaged finger, grinning awkwardly. You couldn't help but hide a knowing smile.

"Uh, Doc, I did it again. Cut my finger on the panel in the engineering bay. It's just a scratch, but I thought I should get it checked out, you know, just in case," Daury said, offering a gentle smile. His dark eyes, almost entirely black, looked away guiltily.

"Again, Daury?” You sighed. “That's the third time this month. Sit down, let's take a look.” You pointed him towards the examination chair, brow raised expectantly.

Daury, grinning, obeyed. "Better safe than sorry, right? Don't want to lose a finger to an infection. You know how my species are."

With their aquatic nature and low immune systems, the ardeomi were often prone to blood infections - but you knew that with his vaccines up to date, Daury was fine. He was playing a game; and you were happy to play along.

You unwrapped Daury's finger, examining it with your medical scanner. The wound was even more insignificant than last time. You fixed him with a dry look. "Wouldn’t want you on sick leave, would we? Are you sure you're being careful enough?"

"Oh, yes, yes, of course. You know how it is, always something happening on this ship," Daury responded, avoiding your gaze.

You applied a quick healant, watching Daury's face. Something was off. "Daury, you do know we have basic first aid kits all over the ship, right? For these minor things?"

Daury stammered, "Yeah, well, uh, I mean, why take chances, right?"

Your eyes narrowed. He was nervous, uncharacteristically so. Softly, you told him, "Daury, you don't have to make excuses to come see me. If you want to talk, just say so. We're all friends here on the Khonsu."

Daury looked up, a mix of relief and embarrassment in his eyes. "Well, I... I guess I just like the company. And you're always so calm and, uh, nice to be around."

You smiled warmly, reassuring him with a gentle touch. "I enjoy your company too. Just be honest next time, alright?"

He grinned back at you. "Deal."

You lingered in the medical bay, allowing the silence to stretch a little longer as you both processed the unspoken understanding. Daury was fidgeting with the now-healed finger, his eyes darting about the room. You found his nervous energy endearing, but it was also a reminder of the game you were both playing.

"Another victory for modern medicine," Daury quipped, breaking the silence and flexing his finger. "You're a magician with that thing, Doctor."

You rolled your eyes, a small smile playing on your lips. "It's hardly magic, just science. Something you're quite familiar with as an engineer."

"Ah, but science in your hands might as well be magic," he shot back, his eyes twinkling.

Your banter was comfortable, familiar, but underneath the teasing, there was a tension that neither of you was acknowledging. It was more than just the casual attraction that had started your relationship; it was the unspoken agreement to keep it hidden.

Finally, Daury flashed that expectant smile, the one you'd seen many times before, signaling the shift from playful banter to something more intimate. His six arms fidgeted restlessly. Almost reaching out to you, but not quite.

You hesitated for a moment, a weariness settling in. You ignored it, leading him towards your office instead.

Once inside, the door sealed behind you, Daury pulled you close. You knew how this went, how it always went, but as his lips met yours, something felt off.

You kissed him back, revelling in the taste of his lips, the warmth of his skin; but there was a lack of enthusiasm that Daury picked up on.

He pulled away, concern etched on his face. "Something's wrong, isn't it?"

You looked away, unable to meet his eyes. "No, everything's fine."

Daury knew you too well. "Doc come on. I can tell when something's bothering you."

"It's nothing, Daury," you insisted, your voice softer now.

He reached out, gently lifting your chin so you were looking at him. "You know you can tell me anything. We're not just... You know. We're friends, too."

You wanted to tell him, to voice the frustration and tiredness you felt about sneaking around, about the unspoken limitations of your relationship; but you held back, afraid of what it might mean.

"Really, it's nothing," you assured him, forcing a smile. "Let's not ruin the moment."

"If you say so," Daury murmured, his voice low and filled with concern. Then his expression softened, and his eyes darkened with a different kind of intensity. One of his six arms reached up to caress your face, the other five curving around your waist and back, drawing you closer.

You were aware of every point of contact, of the sensation of his arms embracing you in his warmth. When you first met, you made the mistake of assuming that Daury would be cold, clammy; but the truth was that he was absolutely perfect. Daury's build was slender and athletic, the product of countless hours spent in the engineering bay and Khonsu's gym.

He kissed you again, hard and fast. His tongue swiped against your bottom lip, asking for entrance; and you willingly let him in. You responded in kind, the frustration and weariness momentarily forgotten. You loved these moments with him, surrounded by his warmth and strength, the rest of the world melting away.

Daury deepened the kiss, one set of slender arms moving down to cup your hips. He squeezed your ass, eliciting a laugh from your lips; another set began to roam beneath your shirt, delicate fingers skimming across your perk nipples.

You moaned into the kiss, a sound that was both pleasure and a cry for something deeper, something more substantial.

He seemed to understand, his kiss growing even more passionate, more urgent. You felt him moving you backward, and suddenly you were against your desk, braced by his strong arms.

You broke the kiss, gasping for breath, your eyes meeting his. They were filled with desire, but also with an understanding, a hint of the same longing you felt. Maybe, while you gasped for breath, lips kiss-swollen, it wasn’t too much to believe that he wanted the same thing you did.

"Daury," you whispered, unable to find the words.

He silenced you with another kiss, his lips moving down to your neck, his arms tightening around you. The desk was forgotten, the starship Khonsu was forgotten. In that moment, there was only Daury, only the feel of his hands on your skin and the fire in your belly.

Even as you lost yourself to him, there was a part of you that knew this wasn't enough. You wanted more from Daury, more from your relationship. You wanted to be able to share these moments without hiding, without the constant fear of discovery.

Eventually, the urgency faded, replaced by a gentle, lingering affection. Daury's kisses grew softer, more tender, as if he too sensed that something had changed between you.

"What's going on, Doc?" he finally asked, his voice gentle but insistent. "I know there's something bothering you. You can tell me."

You looked away, your heart pounding. The words were there, at the tip of your tongue, but you were afraid to say them. You were afraid of what they might mean, of what they might change.

"Come on," Daury pressed, his voice soft but firm. "I’m not giving up."

Then, without warning, the words spilled out of you. "I love you, Daury," you blurted, the confession raw and unguarded. "I want to be with you properly. Not as a secret, not hidden behind closed doors. I want... I want more."

You looked up at him, your heart in your throat, expecting anger or shock or disappointment; but Daury only smiled, his eyes soft and filled with understanding.

"I want that too, you know," he said quietly, his voice filled with emotion. "I've wanted it for a long time. I just figured… with your work, and whatever this is between us… you always seemed happy with how things are."

The relief was overwhelming, a sudden release of pressure that left you breathless. You reached up to touch his face, your fingers trembling. His skin was warm and smooth beneath your touch. "Really?"

He nodded, his smile growing wider. "Really. I love you too. I want to be with you, really with you. I know it might not be easy, working on the ship together, our difference in species-”

You cut him off with a kiss. It was rough and desperate, sending a shiver straight down your spine. You clung to him like a lifeline, eyes squeezed shut against the sudden rush of arousal flooding through your lower abdomen.

Daury returned the kiss, his arms pulling you closer, the slender strength of his body a comforting presence. You could feel the heat of him, the smoothness of his skin, the gentle caress of his arms.

One set of Daury's arms moved to your uniform, deftly unfastening the catches and zippers, while the others continued to hold you, to caress you. You helped him, eager to be free of the constraining fabric, to feel his skin against yours.

Your uniform fell to the floor, and Daury's eyes roamed over you, taking in your body with a hunger that matched your own. You reached for him, your fingers exploring the smooth contours of his chest, his abdomen, then dipping lower to the hemline of his trousers. He was beautiful to you, every inch of him a pleasure to touch.

He returned the favour, his hands moving over your body with a reverence that sent shivers down your spine. You felt worshipped, cherished, and it only heightened your desire for him.

Daury's lips moved down your neck, trailing kisses along your collarbone, down to your breasts. His touch was gentle, but his mouth was insistent, and you arched into him, moaning at the sensation.

You reached for him again, your hands finding his uniform, stripping him of it with a hunger that mirrored his own. You wanted him, all of him, in a way that went beyond mere physical pleasure.

As your bodies finally met, skin against skin, arousal lit up across your skin. You could feel his erection digging into your thigh; without even looking down, you knew he was big. Really big. It had only been a few scarce days since your last tryst, you remembered him well. It sent a shiver through you, arousal and impatience swirling into one.

Daury lifted you onto the desk, his arms supporting you, his body pressing against yours. You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer, needing to feel him, to lose yourself in him.

He entered you swiftly, already coated in a natural, sweet-smelling lubrication that made your head spin with desire. With need. He filled you so completely, so easily despite his size. No matter how often you did this, it always left you breathless to feel how effortless he made it seem.

Even now, hazy with pleasure, Daury still made sure to start you off slow. His thrusts were long, slow, even as his beautiful face contorted in pleasure. His skin was a dappled blue, speckled with a gorgeous, pale grey; there was already a sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead.

“I missed this,” Daury gasped, as if it had been weeks since you’d last been together. Already he was beginning to quicken, pumping in and out of you with a desperation matched only by your own muffled moans.

You reached release all too soon, hands gripping Daury’s narrow shoulders. You felt Daury stiffen above you, a gasp leaving his lips, before he all but collapsed on top of you.

Back pressed into the desk, riding out the wave of your climax, it was as if you forgot how to think.

With a contented sigh, you rested in Daury's arms for a while, simply enjoying the closeness and the shared understanding of what had just transpired between you. Soon though, reality began to creep in, reminding you of your responsibilities aboard the Khonsu.

"I've got patients waiting," you murmured, regret in your voice.

Daury's arms tightened around you for a moment, as if he wanted to hold on just a little longer, but then he released you, understanding in his eyes.

"Of course," he said, his voice gentle. "Duty calls."

He helped you off the desk, and you both began to clean up, working together with the ease and familiarity born of months of secret encounters. It was different this time, though. Easier.

As you dressed, Daury's eyes met yours, a question in their depths. "Hey Doc, would you... would you like to go out to dinner with me tonight? After work, I mean."

His voice was almost shy, and you couldn't help but smile at the way he seemed unsure, as if he was afraid you might say no.

"I'd love to, Daury," you said, your voice filled with warmth. "I'd love that very much."

The relief and joy in his eyes were palpable, and you reached up to kiss him, a sweet, lingering kiss that was a promise of more to come.

"Then it's a date," he said, his voice lighter than you’d ever heard it.

You nodded, returning his smile. "A real date."

#exophilia fiction #exophilia #monster x reader #monster romance #monster boyfriend #tag: mxf #tag: alien #tag: male monster #tag: female reader #tag: not sfw

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mrsdarkandyandere7 · 2 years

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Persistance gets you somewhere

Pairing: Dark Peter Parker x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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SUMMARY: Peter is very insistent in getting a date with you, even if you don’t want to.

WARNINGS: Harassment; Stalking; Incel vibes; Implied future Non-con.

AN: Hope you guys like it and give me feedback, thanks :)

“C’mon, it’s just one date. You’ll like it, I promise.”

You ignore Peter as you continue to fill his cup with hot coffee. You were slowly starting to get annoyed at Peter’s persistence, especially when you’ve already told him no so many times. Seems like he just can’t understand that you’re not interested in him as he repeatedly keeps coming into the coffee shop you work at, always repeating his offer.

Maybe you should be a little creeped out at Peter’s obscene insistancy but you can’t, not when Peter looks so normal, always so awkward. He wasn’t a bad guy, you’re sure of that. Maybe just a little too persistent.

“Peter, you need to stop it. You’re a great guy, I promise,” his eyes light up at your compliment only to darken at your following words. “but I’m not interested. Sorry.”

He scoffs, his whole demeanor changing drastically at your definite refusal. You try to ignore him as you finally finish filling his cup but just as you’re about to walk away, his hand grabs your wrist, stopping you.

“Why are you acting so bratty? You think you’re better than me or something? Am I not worth your precious time?” he growls, his hold on your wrist drastically tightening which makes you whimper. You try to twist it, hoping to release it from Peter’s hand.

“Let me go, please. Peter, stop-”

“Everything good here?” a deep voice interrupts the two of you. Craig, your boss, diverts his eyes to Peter’s hand, still closed around your wrist.

Peter immediately weakens his grasp and you take the chance to brusquely withdraw your hand, practically hiding it in your uniform’s pocket. You don’t miss the way Peter’s eyes flash with anger, but right now you’re just glad Craig is here.

“I was just talking to her, no big deal.” Peter exclaims, jaw clenching as he looks at the older man. Your boss sternely nods, turning back at you.

“I think we need you back at the counter.” you nod, hurriedly grabbing the coffee pot and returning to the balcony, where your co-worker Sasha is standing there with wide eyes.

“Wow, what was that about?” she asks, but you don’t reply, merely shrugging your shoulders. Your hands can’t stop shaking and you’re just glad that you’re back into the counter.

“He was just a bit….stubborn.” you reply, your eyes itching to look back at Peter but you don’t dare yourself to do so, too afraid Peter would understand that as a signal to approach you again. Sasha clearly doesn’t have the same problem.

“Dude is still staring at you. In a weird way.” she informs you. You can feel the weight of his eyes on you, it makes you feel even more insecure and scared. Had you misjudged Peter that badly?

“Oh wait, he’s finally leaving.” Sasha whispers, nudging you with her arm. You turn around just in time to meet Peter’s glare before he walks to the door, leaving the place. His glare makes a shiver run down your spine, the way his usually sweet eyes are now filled with hate.

You force yourself to get back to work and to ignore what just happened. You rationalize it by pretending that he’s just being pushy, that’s all. Not an uncommon thing for waitresses, although it never happened to you.

Until now.

You feel a pair of eyes following you as you move down the street. It’s subtle but it’s still there. It makes you weary and you speed up your pace. The street is quite empty, late afternoon darkness starting to settle down.

Clutching your purse closer to your body, you practically run until you’ve reached another street. Discreetly looking over your shoulder, you catch a hooded figure walking towards you at a rushed pace.

You lose your calm.

Breaking into a sprint, you finally reach your building that unfortunately has a broken lock on the entrance. Galloping towards the stairs, fast steps are heard.

You arrive at your door, completely out of breath. When trying to take the keys out of the suitcase, they fall to the floor, distracting you. Meanwhile, the footsteps are dangerously approaching and you can hear someone ascending through the stairs.

You start panicking even more, desperately trying to get the keys to open the door. No one is going to help you, you know that, that’s what you get for living in a bad neighborhood.

Just as you pull the key into the lock, you’re pushed against the door. A man crashes into you, forcing your body flat against the door. You try to struggle yet you’re not a match for your attacker, who easily overpowers you as he harshly pushes your face against the cold surface.

Tears build in your eyes while your heart thumps in your chest. You almost feel nauseated from fear, but you don’t dare to say a single word as you hope that he takes your purse and leaves you alone.

For your dismay, the man presses himself harder against you, his face awfully close to your face, making you impulsively close your eyes. He sniffs you and the moans.

“You always smell so good, you know that?”

Your eyes widen with shock.

Peter.

You yelp, trying to force him off you. “Peter, please. Let me go, okay? We can talk about this and-”

You’re cut off when he rapidly turns you around, forcing you to face him. He shoves his face impossibly closer to you, a deranged look coloring his eyes. It makes you gulp in fear.

“We’re way past talking now, don’t you think? I wanted to be a nice guy but you just had to act like a complete brat and ruin everything.” he growls, lifting his fingers to touch your cheek.

He’s so close that you can feel his warm breath brushing against your lips. His hand lowers until it ghosts around your breasts, softly caressing it.

“Now, I'm done being nice so we’re going to do this my way.” an evil smile lifts his lips and you feel cold inside.

“So let’s get inside and have a good time, shall we?”

#dark peter parker x reader #yandere peter parker #yandere avengers #yandere marvel #dark!peter parker #dark peter parker #dark marvel #tw: yandere #tw: noncon #tw: stalking #@mrsdarkandyandere7

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l0sercat · 9 months

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I didn't expect Bertholdt to win lol. Back a couple years when I was in my AoT bullshit I was a die hard fan and simp for him. But many people hated him and would shit on me for liking him so I'm happy to see that people like him. It makes me happy that he is getting the love he deserves :,) So without further ado here is....

Yandere Alphabet w/ Bertholdt Hoover

Affection — how do they show their love and affection?

He'll leave lingering touches on your body and always give you small things. Like flowers he found or something you said you wanted/mentioned.

Blood — how messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

He would get messy but prefers not to. Now he wouldn't massacre a whole town unless necessary, maybe only slit a few throats if need be. He much rather deal with people in other means.

Cruelty — how would they treat their darling once abducted?

He is not too cruel but step outta line and his words will be harsh and if needed you might get slapped. He doesn't want to hurt you but your hurting his feelings by trying to escape and physically hurt him.

Darling — aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

I don't see him forcing himself on you unless somehow someway Reiner got into his head how if he doesn't Darling will never live and respect him. Bertholdt really needs to be pushed over the edge of have some serious convincing by only Reiner that he needs to do it. Bertholdt wants to have you willingly and it makes him psychically ill just to think about forcing himself on you.

Exposed — how vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

He can be pretty vulnerable especially when you fall to Stockholm syndrome. He will open up about himself and his past. But in the early stages he is more weary about opening up but still bears some of his heart out for you.

Fight — how would they feel if their darling fought back?

He wouldn't like it and would be upset. On one hand he understands why your acting this way. He kidnapped you some you away from your loved ones but, on the other you should love him because he protects you and cares for you and will do anything for you. You were meat to be his and he was meant to be yours why can't you except that?

Game — is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

He wouldn't like it. It's not fun it's not amusing infact everything but that. It pisses him off and he wishes you wouldn't do this to him. Do you you know how much he panics we he finds you gone from your room. He breaks out into tears and tears up the whole place and spends forever searching for you.

Hell — what would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

He would threaten darling and their family and prove he is not bluffing come back with one of the relatives items(or hand). He only did this because darling was acting up and tried to escape.

Ideals — what kind of future do they have in mind for their darling?

One where you can live peacefully in Marley with him. Reiner visits every so often and your a loving stay at home darling. Bertholdt is obviously the money maker and he makes sure his precut darling has everything they need and want.

Jealousy — do they get jealous? How do they handle it?

He does get jealous because he is a little insecure. When Reiner comes over he can't help but feel jealous of him. He's muscular and confident and great with people. Sure Bertholdt is tall and somewhat strong and can manage conversations here and there. But he doesn't have big muscles and isn't really confident and conversations quickly did and soon as they start. So she Reiner comes over and starts to cling around Darling more than necessary and Bertholdt is getting real jealous. He'll walk over to Reiner and start to push him towards the door and ignore his comments and tells him to leave and he is making Darling uncomfortable. He then quickly grabs Darling in his arms and holds them for a while.

Kisses — how do they act around or with their darling?

He is gentle and kind. He is mostly just a obsessive and possive yandere. So he is still semi normal around you just more clingy and you never go out.

Love letters — how would they go about approaching their darling?

He would probably slowly insert himself in your life. He would appear here and there and try to talk to you. Then he would befriend you and be glued to your side. He would try to date you normally but if that doesn't work when you go on a mission he'll fake your death. But in truth he kidnapped you and now your living in a secret house with him and occasionally Reiner.

Mask — are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Not really. He still nervous around you but a little more talkative and bold.

Naughty — how would they punish their darling?

He would chain you up and strip you if your senses. You can't see, hear, smell, and your submerged in water some times. You won't know what's happening until it happens.

Oppression — how many rights would they take away from their darling?

He would take away your freedom. You can't go anywhere until he allows it. You have privacy to an extent but abuse it and it's all gone.

Patience — how patient are they with their darling?

He's pretty patient and willing to wait for their darling. Until darling spits in his face and it's looking like they won't submit willing. Then he might snap.

Quite — if their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

If darling dies he will be broken and might forget everything and shut himself away. If they leave he's hurt and upset and will stop at nothing to get you back. And when he does he is not the same gentle giant he once was.

Regret — would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling?

Yes. He feels bad you can't see your family anymore. But this is what's best for you and you need to understand it.

Stigma — what brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

He never had anyone special and the person he did love didn't give a damn about him. He always wanted someone to hold and have.

Tears — how do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He hates it. It makes him feel shitty and he wants to comfort you and explain how this is for the best. He hates hearing your broken painful screams. It breaks his heart for you to isolate yourself from him.

Unique — would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

You actually have body autonomy. He doesn't whip you and he's actually very sweet just obsessive and possessive.

Vice — what weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

How he can be away for a while and he is sensitive. When he is gone darling can try to escape. Also sensitive in general wether sexually or emotionally. So get him weak and you might have a shot at overpowering him.

Wit’s end — would they ever hurt their darling?

Physically? I don't think so. Emotionally and mentally? Most likely yes. He doesn't want to but if he needs to do be it.

Xoanon — how much would they revere or worship their darling?

He thinks your a god/goddess sent from above to help him survive in this terrible world. You give him hope and he doesn't want anyone tainting you.

Yearn — how long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

1-2 years. He's a little slower than most yandere's but remember he wants you willing. So if it takes a year or so that's okay for him.

Zenith — would they ever break their darling?

Accidentally yes. He didn't mean to but sometimes things happen. He's a little upset but at least now your compliant.

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lunariamv · 7 months

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hanasuto ♕ adachi tohru x fem reader social link - you rizz adachi up at the local junes ((based on a c.ai convo lol))

貴方の視線感じてシャツのボタン弾けて私のインスタを眺めて貴方のため息聞こえて ♡

So, where is he?

The chime of the automated doors resounded, following it was the sound of them sliding open. You had stepped inside the store. As you did so, your polished heels clicked against the tile. An aesthetically pleasing sound to the ears.

Even at the entrance, you were met with the refreshing scents of fresh fruits and other fancy products. A fitting atmosphere for a well received everything store. Praising it almost made you feel guilty, for the crippling shopping district across the way. It was on its last legs, and here you were complimenting its multimillion dollar competitor. Though you held pity for those family-run businesses, you had to admit the hyperstore was nice and convenient for the quiet town. After all, you did almost all your shopping at the same superstore back in S-City, so you held a bit of a bias.

Upon entering the place, you turned the corner and spotted a familiar face in the corner of the entrance, residing by the windows and elevators. Found him. It was as if he was trying to hide from you, but judging from your talks, most likely Dojima. It’d make sense to duck instead of a building, especially under the guise of work. Though, is it really a good idea to hide out in the store his partner’s daughter loves to shop at? A charming grin of amusement graced your lips as you approached your fellow coworker.

“An avid shopper of Junes, are you?” You said in a playful tone.

Adachi turned his head at the sound of your voice. Judging from his growing smile and the straightening of his posture, he seemed to light up upon seeing you. Perhaps he was glad you graced him with your presence. “Oh, hey (Y/N).” Chuckling at your remark, he gave you a wry yet kind smile. “You know me, their deals are pretty irresistible.” He joked back.

Following the two uncanny and mysterious murders in Inaba, the police force figured they needed more hands on the strange case. As such, you were transferred out of your bustling city to come to this quiet little town in the countryside. They believed that since this was a unique string of murders and disappearances, they might as well put the best detectives in the country on it. It was astonishing how many of the finest were shoved onto this single job. You even met Shirogane’s kid here, as aloof as she is on the case.

Adachi was another detective that you met while working on it. You already knew Dojima pretty well, but him… not so much. It wasn’t until you were assigned this case that you met, and became acquainted with each other.

Though, a link quickly bloomed between the two of you after you first caught him slacking off. It was at the Junes entrance, when you finally decided to take your break that you ran into him. Adachi begged you not to tell Dojima, and you promised it would be your little secret. After you hit it off, the two of you would occasionally run into each other there. Once you got work done, you’d drop by and check up on him, and spend time chatting.

Your bond grew from there, and you started to grow attached to the guy. While he might not be the type of man you usually take interest in, his mild-mannered, less than average character was admittedly endearing. It was adorable.

Incidentally, it doesn’t appear the attraction was one sided either, as tensions seemingly run high when the two of you interact. You might’ve flirted with him once or twice and he reciprocated it.

“So? Get any work done?” You asked smoothly as you crossed your arms. The facetious smile on your face grew as you curiously watched him. The two of you already knew the answer to that, but it was still entertaining to ask.

“I should be asking you…” He replied with a weary gaze, his eyes glossing over your form. Your composed, elegant demeanor heavily contrasted his rugged one. It’d be a challenge for an onlooker to guess the two of you were in the same field.

Contrary to Adachi, you’ve been hard at work on the case. Where he was coming up short, you were there picking up his slack. It was a painstaking endeavor in his eyes, but you did it with ease, and all with an unwavering, nonchalant disposition. Even Dojima would compliment you ever-so often for the help. You think it would annoy Adachi that a woman was showing him up, especially in a male dominated profession like the police force. Surprisingly though, that wasn’t the case. He had taken a liking to you.

Unlike the cruel Dojima who constantly put him through the ringer, you had always been sweet to Adachi. From being pleasantly cordial in conversation, to looking after him with work or the bullying he received from his partner. Though it was unexpected at first, Adachi saw your kindness as refreshing, like a cool oasis in a scorching desert. Since you were so charming, it was only natural that he often found himself wanting to see you again.

It didn’t help Adachi’s uncontrollably growing feelings that you were pretty. Seriously, it was hard for him to wrap his head around how your occupation was the same as his when you looked like a supermodel. Despite the difference in age, you could probably give Risette a run for her money.

Not to mention how enigmatic you were. All of these things he just described were only surface level. Nobody really knew your past or the intricate workings of your personal life. The mystery was intriguing to almost everyone in the department. How surprising that such a nonchalant woman could be just as mysterious as one of the Shiroganes. To think you two were acquainted was so surreal to him.

Diligent, precocious, and caring… and then on top of that you were a knockout when it came to looks. And you knew how to cook. You were exactly his type, just like he said to Yu Narukami once before in a conversation describing his kind of partner. Well, Adachi didn’t outright say he wanted you, but halfway into his description he realized that it lined up with your traits almost verbatim. It was impossible to deny it anymore. You were his type, and even more stacked on top of that. It was hard to imagine this wasn’t an alternate reality. His ideal girl, somehow, had come along. How on earth did you ever come across each other?

Ever the skeptical nihilist realist, he figured it was too good to be true. A perfect woman such as yourself would’ve had someone by now, because who wouldn’t scoop up a catch like you? To say he was shocked when he learned you were single was an understatement. He was floored, nearly spitting out his coffee when it came up in conversation.

You said you were focused on work, but if the right guy came along, you’d fully devote yourself to treasuring him. While Adachi’s negative experiences with dating and women had him begging to differ, it was slightly intriguing to hear you say that. It was exactly what he wanted.

“...Uh, (Y/N)?” He spoke up, catching your attention. You hummed, confirming you were listening.

“Shouldn’t you be, uh… working?” He asked, raising his brow. Though it might’ve come off as an imposing or awkward question, he genuinely wanted to know. His thoughts wouldn’t leave him be otherwise. “I’m sure you’ve got better things to do right now than talk to me.”

A soft, airy chuckle escaped you, as if his statement was absurd. Your eyes locked with his, and you smiled. “Isn’t it obvious? I like spending time with you. You’re pleasant to be around.” You replied with an honest answer.

Needless to say, Adachi was taken aback by your response. It was awfully sweet, so much so that he thought he heard you wrong at first. “M-Me? Really…?” He blinked in surprise. He studied your expression, trying to search for some sort of deception in your eyes, but he came up empty. You were being sincere.

His self-doubt made your heart flutter. It was amusing, but also cute. Meeting his eyes again, your alluringly warm smile returned. “Of course. I like you, Adachi.” You said simply.

Just as you anticipated, Adachi turned bright red at your sudden declaration. He was so shocked he didn’t know how to react. It’s as if you knew the right words to say to render him flustered. The implications behind your words could always be interpreted as innocent, but knowing the type of woman you were, you said that deliberately to throw him off base.

Alas, amidst his growing garden of feelings, his stubborn cynicism was hellbent on fighting him to the bitter end. It didn’t make any sense. A pretty girl having an interest in him? There’s no way.

“Somehow, I find that hard to believe.” He confessed, against his better judgment. Though he was still smiling kindly, there was a clear reservation in his voice. The man found himself ensnared in a quandary. While he admired your boldness, he was also wary of it. There were too many women out there that took advantage of guys like him, and he wasn’t looking to be used.

That had you blink in surprise. Of all things, you didn’t expect a response like that. Did something happen to him before? A case of rejections, or a bad breakup? It made you curious, and intrigued.

“Is that so…” You hummed, holding your chin. Strangely, you couldn't find yourself being deterred. If anything, that sounded like an invitation. Looking up, your eyes met and you cocked your head about an inch. “How do I prove it to you then, Adachi?”

Prove it? The man was surprised at the challenge you posed to him. While anyone with eyes could see you were playing around, he could also sense a hint of seriousness in entertaining him further. Both of you seemed to be testing the waters now. Dancing around any sort of candid confrontation, beating around the bush for the sake of mind games. Keeping your cards close to your chest, both of you refused to show your hands. How far were either of you willing to go until it came to a direct love confession?

For a moment, he was at a loss for words. Thoughts spurred on by desire, he was already thinking of less than ethical answers to your question. But, he really shouldn’t. If you truly like him, that can wait.

Adachi paused to think, then he straightened himself and stepped an inch closer to you. “Well… you could always hug me.”

Now it was your turn to be caught off guard. With a bemused look, you dropped your arms to your sides. “Hug you…?” You echoed, blinking curiously.

He grinned with a curt nod, as if the jump in bases was completely normal. “Yeah. We’re friends, aren’t we?” He asked, his innocent tone masking his intentions. In a manner of speaking, he had turned your own technique against you. “What better way to prove our friendship than a hug?”

In any other conversation, the both of you would’ve begged to differ. It was a fairly intimate gesture, not something for acquaintances that recently hit the ‘friends’ level. Especially given the context of your amorous exchange. However, that’s precisely what the two of you intended.

“I… I guess you’re right…” You agreed aloud with a pondering expression. Admittedly, you didn’t see your conversation heading in this direction from the start. Thanks to that, you felt your heart pound loudly in your chest every time you looked at him. Resisting temptation was harder than it looked. At this moment, you were on the losing end of the game of sustaining your bravado.

He smiled again, but there was a faint smugness to it. Like a lightning charge, your faint nervousness had invigorated his confidence. So even you had a shy side. It was interesting to him, to say the least. Meanwhile, Adachi’s change took you aback, since you’ve never seen him like this before. “Well then, how about it? A big, warm hug for your good pal Adachi.” He insisted.

You paused for a moment, heart skipping a beat at the predicament you were in. If you weren’t preoccupied with your own shyness, you would’ve laughed at his phrasing. The dynamic was shifting, but you could bring it back. Crossing your arms, your smile returned. The offer was very tempting. “Hmm… but that seems a bit sudden. Maybe if you ask a bit more politely, I will.”

Adachi shot you a look of disbelief. “Ah, come on (Y/N). I thought you wanted to prove yourself. Why do I have to ask for it?” He sighed wearily.

“Asking politely is no fun anyways. I think you should just go ahead and throw yourself at me…” He uttered aloud before pausing. By accident, he let his intrusive thoughts slip. You raised a curious brow.

‘Throw… yourself…?’

And just like that, Adachi’s true thoughts apropos to you were revealed. With little effort too. You couldn’t help but grin smugly at this newfound info. Well now…

His blatant confession was amusing, and while you wanted to entertain the idea, you didn’t want to give yourself to him just yet. That’d be far too easy.

Upon realizing it, he was about to take it back, but then you parted your lips.

“Oh, I’ll throw myself at you… if you ask me to.” You insisted, raising an index finger. “After all, I have to know if you truly desire such a privilege.” Your voice took on a coy yet methodical tone as you teased him.

Adachi chuckled softly upon hearing that. It’s no surprise that you liked to play hard to get. That said, unlike the other women he’s courted in the past, the chase was admittedly pretty fun this time around. He thought about your terms methodically. If that’s the case, and it was clear by now you were into each other, he was more than happy to indulge himself.

“Fine, if you really want me to ask…” He caved in, exhaling before meeting your gaze. The things he did for love… “I’m really craving a hug right now, (Y/N). Please?” He faintly lifted his arms invitingly after asking.

A smile graced your lips, pleased at the small victory. “Of course…!” You said with an innocent beam. You approached him, and securely wrapped your arms around his neck in a loving embrace. The gesture was naturally warm, as if you were supplying your longtime boyfriend of a few years with his daily need of affection.

You drew closer to his ear, dropping your voice to a soft whisper. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“Yeah…” He muttered, your sudden sultry demeanor sending sparks to his lower half. He never could’ve predicted the two of you getting this close. His arms snaked around your waist, while his hands found its place around the small of your back. You certainly proved your devotion right then and there.

It felt so right to have you in his arms. Now that he had you, he couldn’t find a reason to let go. His heart is racing from the proximity, and he feels your soft chest press against his more sturdy one. He felt like he could get lost in your affections.

You drew back slightly, to meet his eyes and rest your closed hands on his chest. “You’re so gorgeous…” Adachi murmured quietly as he studied your features. He couldn’t help himself. The compliment accompanied by the husky dulcet voice made your heart speed up.

After staring at you for what seemed like forever, he couldn’t take it anymore. Fully surrendering to his impulses, he leaned closer to you, his gaze falling to your lips. His heated, amorous actions didn’t go unnoticed by you. You smiled fondly, and grabbed him by his tie. Gently, you tugged him closer and pressed your lips against his.

The two of you were kissing. Your synapses resounded, as if a repressed euphoric sensation was finally released. It felt so right, perfect even. Though his lips were chapped, they were nice against your soft ones.

Adachi’s arms pulled you closer, and held you tight. Having your frame in his arms was heaven to him. Craving the feeling of your lips, he deepened the kiss. He had been waiting for this, and finally his desires were coming true. For a moment, he lost himself, trapped in his thoughts. The only thing present was you and him. His sense of reason seemingly slipped away.

Pleasant shivers ran down your spine as he touched you. You could kiss him for eternity. Melting in his embrace, you continued to explore his mouth. Caught in the moment, your bodies were intertwining. A romantic, impassioned scene you’d only find in movies.

For a split second, you broke away to breathe. Panting, your cheeks were burning sanguine. Adachi’s were the same. He caught his breath, admiring the flushed look on your face. “Oh, (Y/N)…” He crooned softly. Just as he imagined, you tasted divine. Your lips were incredibly sweet, like a sugary dessert. If he’s not careful, he could get addicted. He leaned closer for another kiss.

“Ms. (L/N)? Mr. Adachi…?” A younger boyish sounding voice called out your names. Identifying it, you released Adachi’s tie.

The two of you quickly drew back a safe distance and turned, spotting Yosuke Hanamura staring at the two of you in confusion. What made matters worse was that Nanako and Yu were behind him, and they were just as bewildered.

“What’re you guys doing?” Yosuke asked with a friendly, yet unsure smile. If he didn’t know any better, he could’ve sworn the two of you were doing something strange. The two of you looked dangerously close there.

As for you, you figured the three of them must not have seen you kissing, but they could’ve caught a glimpse of you being extremely close. They could easily draw the conclusion from there.

Adachi let out a strained sigh. “Ah, crap.” He muttered under his breath as he adjusted his suit. Being caught in a public place so obvious was embarrassing. He felt like an idiot. His only saving grace was that it was just them and not Dojima. Standing next to you, he gave the kids a friendly wave. “Oh, hey, guys. We were just chatting.” A nervous smile was on his lips.

Unlike Adachi, regaining your composure was easy. Loosely crossing your arms, you chimed in with a kind smile. Your sunny disposition reverted back instantly. “Yep, we were just discussing cases.”

Just talking? Honestly, Yosuke found that hard to believe, given how it looked. Maybe his eyes were tricking him, but he could’ve sworn something else was going on. He would’ve begged to differ, considering how awfully close the two of you had been a moment ago. Maybe he was just dirty minded, but he had an inkling of what was going on between the two of you. Seriously though, he couldn’t believe it. Adachi with you?! How did he manage that?!

However, Yosuke doesn’t say a word, since Nanako was with them. The teenager had his moments, but he was mindful not to be weird around her. Unaware of the awkwardness protruding the air, the young girl smiled at you. “Hi, Ms. (L/N)!” She’s very fond of you.

You returned her grin and gave a small wave. She’s an adorable kid, and you’ve grown to love her. At this point, you’re like her aunt. Needless to say, the interactions between you two are very heartwarming.

Unfortunately for Adachi, he’s not holding his own against the two boys. Still, he smiled at them. “Nice to see you, kids. How’s it going? Aren’t you studying hard for the exams?” He asked.

Yosuke chuckled nervously with a nod while Yu rolled his eyes. The scene was painfully awkward.

Like Nanako, you feigned ignorance to the awkward situation. By now, you had calmed yourself on the inside to reflect your outward appearance. You were relieved the kids didn’t see anything. But to be fair, you were making out by the Junes elevators, so it’s not like you were trying to be discreet.

“Are you about to do some shopping at Junes?” You asked Nanako with a gentle, almost mother-like tone. The little girl beamed with an excited nod. “Uhuh!” Nanako said. The next time you weren’t busy, she wanted to invite you along.

Your gaze returned to all three of them. “Well, don’t let us hold you up. Have fun~!” You chuckled, sending them off with a sincere smile.

Yu and Nanako said their goodbyes and took off to go inside. Yosuke muttered something along the lines of ‘lucky bastard…!’ and followed them out. And with that, the kids went inside the store, leaving the two of you alone again. Smirking with amusement, you turned to Adachi. Though you covered your mouth, you failed to suppress a small laugh. That was pretty close.

Adachi let out another sigh as he met your eyes. His shoulders went slack. “I don’t think they were fooled.” He confessed. Chances are they’ll be talking about that later with their friends. Though he was embarrassed, there was also something exciting about other people knowing you were with him. In any case… “We should finish our conversation somewhere else…” He suggested, eyeing the doors.

That was for the best. The last thing you’d want was your pleasant talk to be disturbed again. You held your hands behind you. “Lead the way, detective.” With a grin, you replied coyly. You were ready to see where this would go. Adachi felt a rush of heat running down his neck at your coquettish tone, and he guided you out.

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I'm Tragedybunny, or just Bunny, an aspiring author, nerd, and hopeless romantic. Below you'll find my fanfiction masterlist.

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༺Summary༻

In a fit of guilt, Astarion tries to confess his deception to you. At the last moment, he loses his nerve and ends your relationship with another lie. He's resigned himself to having lost his chance with you forever when once again everything changes. With the two of you out on your own, will he be able to take a chance and tell you everything, and will you forgive him when he does?

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༺Slow Dancing In a Burning Room Masterlist ༻ ༺Summary༻In a moment of weakness, Serafina helped Astarion ascend, forever altering him and their relationship. Irrevocably bonded in violence, can she survive life at his side, or will she be broken by the cycle of pain and terror.

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༺ Baldur's Gate 3 - The Pale Elf - Astarion x Reader Collection ༻

༺ SWF ༻

What The Heart Sees - Astarion x F!Reader - You've been acting suspicious and Astarion is going to get to the bottom of it.

Treading With Grace - Astarion x GN!Reader - Even with the one he loves, Astarion has a lot of trauma to sort through.

Gambles and Wishes - Astarion x F!Reader - Tav draws from the Deck of Many Things, Astarion is less than thrilled.

Soft as Starlight - Astarion x GN!Reader - Reader and Astarion share a moment of intimacy that explores what love without sex is like.

Something Like Love - Astarion x F!Reader - Astarion has failed to seduce you, but even so, a bond has begun to grow between the two of you. It all comes to a head when Astarion almost loses you.

What Haunts His Nights - Astarion x F!Reader - Astarion is plagued by nightmares on the road to Baldur's Gate. Love Bites - Astarion x GN!Reader - Reader gets to nibble on Astarion for once. All the Wonder's of the Night - Astarion x GN!Reader - Astarion and Reader enjoying enjoying a starry night outside.

༺ Baldur's Gate 3 - The Vampire's Fairy Tale - Works based around my Tav, Serafina and Astarion ༻- In rough chronological order

༺ SWF & NSFW༻

A Little More Than a Nibble - Astarion x F!Reader -Astarion wakes you up at camp looking for a late night snack. You both end up with something a little more.

Kisses in the Dark - Astarion x F!Reader - Reader cuts her tongue on Astarion's fang during a kiss.

Absolution - Astarion x F!OC- NSFW, TW: Disassociating during sex -Astarion and Serafina have an argument and Astarion does what he thinks is necessary to keep her with him. Set before his Act 2 confession.

Sunlight and Stars in the Sky - Part 1 - Astarion x F!Reader - The Githyanki Creche is not the promised salvation and you deal with it by trying to drink your problems away. Astarion ends up taking care of you and starts to deal with his feelings and the fallout of his actions.

Sunlight and Stars in the Sky - Part 2 - Astarion x F!Reader - Weary and embarrassed you try to put distance between yourself and Astarion. But you slowly come to realize things are changing between the two of you.

Sunlight and Stars in the Sky - Part 3 - Astarion x F!Reader - Astarion has confessed everything to you, to try to make your relationship real. When he discovers it isn't as easy as he thought, he's determined to make things right between the two of you.

Rhythm Like a Heartbeat - Astarion x F!Reader - Astarion and Reader share a dance that reveals more than they planned.

This is Me - Astarion x F!Reader - Astarion overhears the group trying to warn you about him after he behaves poorly.

My Starry Sky - Astarion x F!Reader - Reader and Astarion have their first real argument and have to go through the aftermath.

A Lovely Night - Astarion x F!Reader - You and Astarion share a quiet night at camp and end up getting to know a lot more about each other and your relationship.

Sated - Astarion x F!Reader - Astarion has gone too long without blood and you're determined to make sure he's fed.

Lean on Me - Astarion x F!Reader - Entering Baldur's Gate it all becomes too much and you break down. Astarion is right there to hold you.

Seen - Astarion x F!Reader - A short fluffy drabble about how you make Astarion feel.

Just the Way I Am - Astarion x F!Reader - Mildly NSFW, TW: Mentions of past sexual trauma, drugging oneself -Astarion feels he's lacking because he can't have sex with you. He resorts to a potion in an attempt to give you what he thinks you want.

To Make You Feel My Love - Astarion x F!OC - Astarion and Serafina continue to pursue their relationship as the confrontation with Cazador looms, and then during the fallout afterward. A couple of chapters that explore their deepening bond and their struggle to build "something real". 1 Love Fool - Astarion x F!OC - TW: Silly Sexual Innuendo Serafina is having trouble sleeping and Astarion does his best to help her relax. A short, silly fic for the bg3aprilfoolishness challenge.

Sweet Relief - Astarion x F!Reader - NSFW, TW: Spanking / Impact Play, D/s dynamics - Reader is stressed and nervous. Astarion knows just what they need to relieve it.

Moon Blood - Astarion x F!Reader - NSFW, TW: Period Sex - Reader awakes one morning to find themselves menstruating. Astarion has a plan to help them clean up.

Things my heart used to know, things it yearns to remember - Astarion x F!Reader - Astarion sometimes has trouble sleeping now that he no longer can walk in the sun.

Loving Him - Astarion x F!Reader - NSFW, PWP - You and Astarion are out travelling the world. Tonight you decide to spoil him with your attention.

Until the World Falls Down - Astarion x F!Reader - Love isn't always easy, but Astarion is worth having patience for.

His - Astarion x F!Reader - NSFW , TW: Consensual Nonconsent - Intimacy is the greatest form of trust between the two of you, and for Astarion you gladly give up all control. Reader and Astarion engage on a bit of CNC roleplay.

Lover Her Like She Needs - Astarion x F!OC - NSFW, TW: Spanking/Impact Play, Bondage, D/s Dynamics - Serafina gets worked up and needs to be calmed down. Astarion is always happy to help his love in any way he can.

A Little Visitor - Astarion x F!OC - It started as a typical evening for Serafina and Astarion on their journey throughout Faerûn. Tonight, though, Serafina is surprised by a furry little visitor to their camp, who might be more than he seems.

Dance With Me Under the Diamonds, See Me Like Breath in the Cold - Part 1 - Astarion x F!Reader - Reader and Astarion have come a long way since that meeting on the beach. They've made it all the way to their wedding.

Dance With Me Under the Diamonds, See Me Like Breath in the Cold - Part 2 - Astarion x F!Reader - Reader and Astarion have a conversation the morning after their wedding that lays bare some secrets of the past.

Bedroom Hymns - Astarion x F!Reader - NSFW - Breeding / Sex Pollen - Reader and Astarion are happily married and celebrate their wedding night. But there may be more occurring than they realize.

A Merry Little Solstice - Astarion x F!Reader - Even though you and Astarion have been together a few years, this is the first time you'll be celebrating Solstice together, for a very special reason. The two of you are doing your best to make it a warm and wonderful celebration.

Stitches in Time - Astarion x F!OC A triple drabble reflecting on Astarion and Serafina's relationship (Hurt, no comfort)

༺ Modern AU ༻

No idea where this really fits so here it is.

Pretty Baby - Astarion x F!OC - NSFW, Femdomme, anal play, mommy kink - Astarion is a trophy wife that does online porn and gets soft dommed by his loving wife.

༺ BG3 Headcanon Posts ༻ Meet Serafina - My Tav / OC

Astarion x GN! Autistic Reader

On Astarion Not Being Too Soft

Astarion x Cleric Tav Drabble

Why My Tav Fell for Astarion Why Astarion Fell for My Tav

Astarion Relationship Headcanons

Small Astarion Relationship Headcanon

Mom Jaheira

Astarion and Halsin

Astarion and Cleric Tav

Astarion's Ears

Astarion and Physical Affection

Astarion's Clothes

Astarion Headcanon Rambling

Astarion and Feeding After Nightmares

Astarion Long Term Relationship

About Serafina - my Tav / OC - part 1

༺ Star Wars Fics ༻

༺ SFW ༻

Trying to Hold My Breath, Let It Stay This Way - It’s a quiet moment after a battle and Ahsoka and Barriss take a little time to just be together.

Sparring Match - Obi-Wan x GN!Reader. Reader has been invited to watch a lightsaber sparring match, too bad they only have eyes for Obi-Wan

Early Morning Negotiation - Obi-Wan x F!Reader. Obi-Wan should probably get out of bed and start his day, Reader does not agree.

Hiraeth - A story that explores the relationship between Obi-Wan and Satine; the choices they made, how those affected their lives, and the reassurance they give themselves that they did the right thing.

༺ NSFW ༻

A Different Kind of Trial - Obi-Wan x F!Reader. Obi-Wan Kenobi has come to a Courtesan House shortly after his Knighthood looking for his first carnal experience. Reader is the Courtesan that is hired for the occasion.

Little One, Little Pet - Darth Maul X F!Reader. Reader is Maul's little plaything.

༺ A Fate Written in Indifferent Star - Star War Long Fic - Obi-Wan Kenobi x OC Female Nightsister ༻

The Republic has fallen and the Empire has risen. Obi-Wan lives in exile on Tatooine, the distant guardian of Luke Skywalker. Amidst the desperation and desolation, the mysterious appearance of a Nightsister draws his curiosity. As he tries to piece together her true intentions, he finds himself more deeply entangled wit her than he ever intended.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

༺ Warhammer 40K Fics ༻

༺ SFW ༻

This Secret Frailty - Fulgrim thinks he needs to hide how he feels from Ferrus. Just a short bit of fluff.

༺ NSFW ༻

A Bird in Hand - Lucius the Eternal x Nykona Sharrowkyn - Explicit 18+ - TW: Dubcon After their first encounter aboard the Sisypheum, Lucius has a very specific idea of what he'd like to do the Raven Guard he failed to beat.

Reunion - Fulgrim X Ferrus Manus - Explicit 18+ - It’s been a while since Fulgrim and Ferrus have seen each other and they are all too excited to be reunited. PWP

The Most Perfect Brat - Fulgrim X Ferrus Manus - Explicit 18+ -Fulgrim throws a brat fit and Ferrus decides to punish him. PWP.

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munchy-munch · 2 years

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Day One: Wade Wilson

Day One: Face-sitting || Cream-pie || Anonymous sex In this version, you have a dick! CW: Some cursing, smut ;), and that's about it.

Today was another stressful day. Though I should be used to that by now. Every day I deal with the same cases, targets, coworkers run-ins, and so on. I’m tired, very tired. I thought I would be able to move away from some of that, moving across the country, but I suppose not.

I continued to walk down the street, my destination, my apartment. At times, I would classify it as an apartment, but then again, it’s what I can afford right now. Moving can be expensive and to New York nonetheless.

I sigh escaped my lips as I passed by an alleyway. There were people walking out of the building, drunk I assume. Perhaps a bar? I could stop in. A couple of drinks wouldn’t be so bad. Might even help me relax before I get home to nothing and no one. So, I decided to stop into the bar.

It wasn’t too busy. To be expected on a Wednesday night I suppose. People must already be at home sleeping or getting extra work finished before the next day. But not I. Tonight, I will drink away my stress and enjoy a well-earned sleep when I get home.

I took my seat. A man with curly hair took my order and walked off to prep it. I glanced around the bar. Mary Margret’s Dead Pool? There were a list of players and bets and ages? What kind of bar is…oh, that kind of bar. They work in the same field as me. At least I know a place to make friends now, I thought as the bartender placed a drink in front of me.

I continued to down my drinks. Over, and over, and over, and over. I didn’t want to stop. I saw the bartender give me a weary glance a couple of times before he finally came over.

“I think that’s enough for tonight. This isn’t the place you want to get too drunk at,” he said, attempting to pull my half-drunk cup from me. I clenched my hand around it before he could.

“I know exactly what kind of place this is…”

“Weasel,” he said. I held back a chuckle.

“I know what kind of place this is Weasel. Anyways, I’m not that drunk,” I said, pulling my drink and hand from his grasp. Weasel gave me a long look before walking off to tend to other people at the bar.

“You shouldn’t give Weasel too hard of a time yea,” I heard a man say behind me.

I went to turn but saw no one. I was confused. Wasn’t there someone just here? Maybe I’m drunker than I thought. I turned back to my drink only to see it gone. I looked down the bar to see Weasel talking to another patron, so it wasn’t him.

“You like this stuff,” the voice said before I saw the glass that once held my drink being placed on the bar in front of me.

“What do you want,” I asked the unknown person. I was on edge. I don’t like not knowing who’s interacting with me, especially when I can feel that they are in my space.

“I just wanted to say hi to the new face. We don’t get too many new people here…well new people who last very long. Hopefully, you’ll last longer than most,” the voice said.

“I’m sure I will,” I told him as I went to stand. I didn’t bother looking for the face to the voice, I just wanted to leave. I didn’t think he followed me, so I just left the bar and walked home to my warm bed.

A couple of months went by. I started participating in the “dead pool” as they call it. I wouldn’t say I’m the best when it comes to betting, but I tend to have pretty good luck, and it’s nice to have more money in my pockets. Work has been…normal. Not much different than the last place I was from. The biggest difference being the number of contracts coming my way. But that was to be expected. New York is much bigger than h/t.

I did make a few friends here. And by few, I mean two exactly. Weasel and a man named Wade. Wade doesn’t usually talk to me as much, but he can be pretty nice, aside from his dark humor and misplaced jokes.

“Nice to see ya y/n,” the voice said behind me.

And to this day, I still don’t know who this voice belongs to. Every time I try to look behind me or peek a glance in a reflection, he’s not there. So I gave up trying to know. Besides, he doesn’t seem too hostile. He usually just says hi and leaves after a bit. I will say, I am interested, but that interest will have to wait for another time. I packed up my stuff and began to leave the bar.

I was walking through the alley until I heard his voice behind me again.

“You’re going home already,” he said. Strange, he’s never followed me outside before, and I’m not too sure what to make of it.

“It’s been a long day, and I want to go home. Did you need something,” I asked, but he was silent. That was until two large arms wrapped around me from behind. I panicked for a moment. Was he trying to kill me? No, he was hugging me? His arms wrapped around my shoulders and I felt a weight, probably his head, lay on my shoulder as well.

“This is unexpected,” I said before continuing, “Are you drunk,” I asked, only to receive a husky laugh.

“Nah…I can’t get drunk,” he said. What a weird answer.

“Again, is there something you needed,” I asked, but he said nothing. Nothing happened until I felt his body press closer and closer against my own.

“What are you doing,” I asked.

“I’ve been interested in you for a while, y/n. Don’t you feel the same,” he asked. I felt my face grow warm with embarrassment. I don’t even know who this man is, but I can’t deny I’m interested.

The man grinded his body against my own. His arms moved from my shoulders down to my hips. Grabbing them with force, and pulling them back, stilling them, as he continued to move. I went to turn my head, but he grasped it with one hand and kept it facing forward.

“Ah, ah, ah. The mystery is what makes it fun,” he said.

“Could I at least get a name?” The man went silent for a bit before he started talking again.

“Wa-no. No, I have something better! Poolio!”

“Poolio?”

“Yea! Like coolio-poolio-“

“I’m not calling you that,” I told Poolio. Ugh, even saying that in my head feels awkward. The man laughed some before he went silent.

“Then what are you going to call out later tonight hmm?” My eyes widened and I turned once more. The man was gone? But I heard him suck his teeth at me.

“What have we said about turning around y/n?” I groaned.

“That mystery is what makes it fun Anyways, where did you go,” I asked.

“Sit down and find out,” he said.

Sit down…sit down…oh..oh. I took off my pants and underwear and began to crouch down, resisting the urge to look down at his face.

But in the process, my hips were grabbed from behind and I was yanked down onto his face. I was going to complain, but he interrupted any complaint I had.

I expected him to be quick and rough, but in actuality, he was slower, more sensual. He placed kisses along my ass and blew on them from time to time, sending cold chills throughout my body. He nipped and sucked until he finally reached his destination. His hands pulled my cheeks apart as his tongue dived in. I jolted in surprise and pleasure. It’s been so long since I’ve been with anyone. He grabbed one of my hands to replace one of his before his hand moved under me. He grabbed onto my cock and began to stroke it up and down, occasionally stopping to rub the tip. I couldn’t leave him out of this. So I bent over and pulled down his pants a bit…his skin…it reminds me of…never mind. He was wearing no underwear, so it wasn’t too long before his cock sprang from his pants. I drew my head near and just as I opened my mouth, pool, I refused to call him Poolio, he probed my hole with his finger. I moaned as I took him into my mouth, my hand stroking what my mouth couldn’t take in. His smell and taste enveloped my senses as his fingers and mouth worked on me from down below. As I continued to take him in, his hips began to rut against my face and his breath against my ass got warmer and warmer. I felt encouraged to take him deeper, but he pushed me off of his face and lab. I was on the cold New York ground on my hands and knees.

“I wasn’t finished yet,” I said through gritted teeth.

“You’ll get to finish now, just let me…” he said trailing off. I felt him pushing my shoulders down until I was balancing on my forearms instead of my hands. I could feel his eyes looking over me.

He dragged his hands across my skin, making his way down to my ass. He took hold of me and needed my skin.

“I’ve been waiting for this for some time…” he mumbled. I don’t think he knows I can hear him. I have my own suspicions, but it doesn’t matter right now.

“You getting cold feet back there,” I called out.

“Me? No…not getting cold feet. Just working on control. I want to take my time,” the man said. Scare?

His hands pulled him ass apart as he continued to push me forward. He angled himself forward and began to push in.

“Fucking…fuck” he cursed to no one.

His body bent over my own and he didn’t move. I was a big grateful for that myself seeing I needed to adjust my body to him some more.

But just as I was relishing in his stillness, he sprung up before and pulled out of me only to slam himself back in.

“Pool,” I howled at the surprised force.

Pool continued to fuck me like some toy of his. Occasionally muttering to…himself or me maybe. He pulled my ass cheeks apart to watch him penetrate me over and over. I felt my body begin to slip from the force and before I could react-

Smack-

“Get your ass up,” he grunted, as he continued to smack my ass until I got up.

His pace resumed, he pulled my hips back into his hands and continued to drag me up and down on his cock.

My vision started to grow narrow as my eyes struggled to keep open. I feel as if I could melt right here in this alleyway.

“Can’t believe I waited…so long…too long,” he muttered to himself.

I felt my head being yanked back as something grabbed my hair. My back arched.

“Pool, please…”

“Please? I’m afraid you’re going to have to use your words y/n.”

“Fucking-harder!”

And with that he pushed me down and onto my side. My leg was pulled into the air, and he buried himself inside of me.

The thought of looking up at him hadn’t even entered my mind as my hand traveled down my body towards my pulsing cock. I stroked it, chasing my own orgasm, over and over as I moaned out Pool’s name. My stomach started growing tighter and tighter until I felt I might orgasm, but my hand was pushed out of the way, only to be replaced by a larger and firmer one.

His hands were rougher than before. Less precise and caring, but even still the build grew more and more.

“Pool I’m-”

“Do it-Do it, please do it.”

And with his words, shockwaves jolted throughout my body. I cried out in ecstasy at the feeling of pleasure Pool brought me. But soon I was whimpering as his fingers continued to stroke my cock and he was still fucking into me, his rhythm gradually worsening.

“A little more…you can take it can’t you,” he grunted out to me.

I laid there as he slowed until his body finally stopped. He didn’t leave me, not yet. We just sat there in the silence…well as silent as New York can get in the middle of the night in an alleyway.

I finally turned my head to meet his gaze.

“Wade?”

“Y/n,” he responded with the same questioning tone despite the goofy grin on his face.

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blooming-water-roses · 9 months

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Stars by the Pocketful

Tobirama Senju x Kagami Uchiha oneshot

Word count: ~10k

Rating: Explicit (contains smut)

Tags: Canon-compliant, Founding-era, Major Character Death, Angst, Hurt-Comfort, Mutual Pining

Synopsis: The story of how Kagami Uchiha and Tobirama Senju fell in love and had a son (Shisui’s future father) together with the help of a new jutsu. This oneshot fills in the blanks of the founding-era and follows canon events.

A/N: this took me like…14 hours. Two days on a road trip, this is all I did in the car literally. This is a masterpiece. Prepare for the best TobiKaga fic you have ever read.

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Kagami thinks that Tobirama is by far the most talented shinobi on Earth. Even more so than the first Hokage, his brother Hashirama. Tobirama possesses not only incredible taijutsu and ninjutsu prowess, but a mind as sharp as a master-crafted blade. He hears so many great things about him from Hiruzen and Danzo, and even some from Homura, and from what he’s seen of him himself, no one matches Tobirama’s caliber.

He knows that as an Uchiha, he is gifted with natural talent. However, he also is aware that one can always improve and expand no matter what. And the village he was born into is young but it’s home and his heart is sore whenever he thinks about his determination to protect it.

So, he resolves to be trained by Tobirama.

He sees his opening when Hiruzen, Danzo, and Homura start getting sent on missions without Tobirama. He himself is already a Chunin, but he wants to be close to the Hokage’s brother, so he approaches him one day when he finds him at the training ground.

“Master Tobirama,” He greets with a bright smile and bow.

“Kagami, hello,” greets the silver-haired man, taking a drink from his flask. “Early-morning training?”

“Yes. I also came to ask a favor of you, very humbly.”

Tobirama quirks an eyebrow. “Oh?”

“Please, sir, I would like to become your disciple. Please train me.”

The older man hums, folding his arms across his chest. “Why? You are already an exceptional shinobi, and on top of that, wield the formidable Sharingan prowess. What would I have to teach you?”

“I possess an unwavering desire to protect Konoha,” He elaborates, “and to do this, I believe that I should master any and everything that I can to help me be powerful enough. You are a great sensory ninja, and you have taijutsu techniques unfamiliar to my own. You also have Water-style I believe I can learn. I also desire to sharpen my mind and become smarter under your guidance.”

Tobirama gives him a thoughtful frown. Kagami flushes slightly under the scrutiny, only relaxing when the older man hums.

“All right, then. I must be honest, Kagami, I am still weary of the Uchiha, but your determination and passion is admirable. I won’t go easy on you. Do you accept?”

Warmth blooms inside of Kagami’s chest as he beams. It even puts a faint smile on Tobirama’s face. “Yes, sir! Thank you! I will work very hard and continue to push myself under your guidance.”

He bows, and Tobirama nods to himself. “Very well. Have you any obligations for the day?”

“No sir, I do not.”

“Then we will begin at once.”

“Yes sir!”

For the next seven years, Kagami and Tobirama become somewhat of a package deal. As the village grows, so do Tobirama’s responsibilities as the Hokage’s right-hand, so Kagami takes on part of his work to lessen his load. When they aren’t doing administrative work, they train together. Tobirama passes all of his sensory, taijutsu, and Water-style techniques to Kagami, who devours the knowledge and makes it his own. Being around Tobirama allows him to see how his mind works, some of his intellect rubbing off on him as well.

The village is flourishing until Hashirama falls ill due to overuse of his mitotic cell regeneration, and when he succumbs to the weakness of his body, their daily routine of train-work-train comes to an abrupt halt.

Tobirama falls into a high-functioning depression wherein he dutifully becomes the second Hokage, per his brother’s dying wish, but operates on auto-pilot. Kagami decides that as his responsible kouhai, now a twenty year-old special Jounin and a member of his personal guard, he will take care of him and function where he can’t.

So, he ends up staying with him in his home. For lack of a better term, he works much like a traditional housewife—he keeps the house clean, cooks, and makes sure Tobirama is taken care of. The man is silent most of the days, only speaking to thank Kagami for making his meal, or for doing the laundry, or for completing paperwork he didn’t get to.

About two months after Hashirama’s passing, Mito has their last son she had been pregnant with before he died, and Tobirama and Kagami go for a visit. The boy looks so much like his father that when they get back home, it all hits Tobirama, who’d been compartmentalizing his feelings, and he has a breakdown.

He cries and cries and cries, lamenting the loss of Hashirama, the hole he left in Konoha, the pressure of having to fill that void and be better, to carry on, and Kagami is there for him.

They sit on his couch as he sobs, Kagami supplying handkerchiefs silently as Tobirama lets it out. It breaks Kagami’s heart to see him like this, but knows that finally releasing his bottled up feelings will be good in the long run. He pats Tobirama’s shoulder and remains by his side the entire night.

The next day, neither mention it, and Kagami makes him breakfast as usual, only Tobirama helps him clean up this time.

After that, he starts to live again. He shares Kagami’s household duties, works harder and late into the night as Hokage, and starts bettering the village as he had been doing before.

A year later, the council of clan leaders begin pressuring Tobirama to marry. There are a few clans that want allyship with the Leaf, and marrying into one of them would do the trick.

So he courts a woman from the Hatake clan. She’s disinterested and aloof, never paying attention whenever Tobirama tries to establish conversation. Kagami witnesses this a few times and feels annoyance prickle at his chest whenever he sees her.

Master Tobirama always has such interesting things to say. If it were me, I’d listen with undivided attention. I’d ask questions. I’d care. Who does she think she is?

One night over dinner, when it’s just the two of them at Tobirama’s house, the Hokage sighs.

“Kagami, be honest with me,” he begins, “What do you think of the Hatake? Should I take her as my wife?”

The Uchiha is surprised. He places his chopsticks down and scratches his head. “Well, Master, I want to hear your thoughts on the matter.”

Tobirama frowns. “The woman has the personality of a boulder.”

Kagami can’t help but snort, and Tobirama finally cracks a smile.

“I was afraid to say it, sir, but I am not fond of her either.”

“No? Why is that?”

Kagami gets a strange nervousness in his stomach, heart rate picking up. He suppresses it. “I just believe you deserve better, Master.”

Tobirama considers him, a glint in his eye that looks akin to amusement.

“I see. I will kindly decline the offer for her hand, then,” Tobirama decides. Instantly, a weight lifts off of his shoulders.

“I support your decision, Master.”

Tobirama smiles. “Call me Tobirama, Kagami. You’ve long surpassed being my student. You and I are equals.”

Pride and bashfulness swell inside of Kagami, and he blushes rosily. “O-oh, thank you…Tobirama.”

The older man nods approvingly, and with that, they continue dinner.

After that, Tobirama courts a woman from the Aburame. She’s even weirder than the Hatake—vague and condescending. If the Hatake was a boulder, she’s a wall of steel.

One morning, while she’s visiting with Tobirama at a tea shop and Kagami is along as an unofficial chaperone, he finds a beetle in his tea.

He jumps and alerts Tobirama, who grimaces and plucks the insect from the cup with his chopsticks.

“They get out of hand sometimes,” the Aburame says in a cool, unbothered tone. “Surely as an Uchiha you wouldn’t let such a simple occurrence take you by surprise.”

Tobirama frowns at her as if he himself had been insulted. “We are in a tea shop away from battle, and you are courting me. He has no reason to look out for attacks from you. Am I to take this as a threat from the Aburame, then?”

She turns her nose up. “No. I was just testing your guard. Do not take it as a slight.”

“Kagami is my most trusted man. Do not undermine my decision to constantly entrust my very livelihood to him—he is very capable and to slight him is to slight me.”

Kagami’s heart squeezes warmly in his ribcage, and his veins feel tingly all over. Her eyebrows furrow.

“Very well. I do not believe this courtship will work out.”

“I agree. However, the Aburame are a very formidable clan and as the Hokage, I am still inclined to make a pact with it to strengthen Konoha as well as share our resources with it. If you are willing, we can still make an allyship agreement.”

“Fine by me.”

And when she leaves, Kagami turns to Tobirama, cheeks dusted pink.

“You didn’t have to do that for me.”

“I did not like the woman. She undermined you, and you’ve defended my honor for years now. I would be a lesser man if I did not return the favor.”

Kagami’s eyes shine. His pulse quickens, and as he gazes upon Tobirama’s face, taking in the moonlight-esque shine of his silver hair, the striking fire-opal embers of his eyes, matching the marks on his face, his strong, majestic bone-structure.

He’s…magnificent.

His blood-pressure drops.

Do I…have feelings for him?

“You are worthy of unwavering defense, Kagami.”

Did my name always sound so good in his voice?

Did his lips always look so soft? Did he always smell this good? Like pine and lavender?

“Kagami?”

He’s snapped from his musings. “O-oh, forgive me. Thank you. I will try hard to continue to be worthy.”

Tobirama gives him a smile, patting his shoulder.

His arm feels hot where the older man was touching.

***

The next and last courtship is Kagami’s breaking point.

A Yamanaka woman. She is absolutely inserted in Tobirama’s business to the point where she suffocates him. Clingy, fast, and overly jealous, Kagami finds himself cursing her internally whenever she’s around.

“Does he have to be around all the time?” She asks Tobirama when they’re in his living room, having evening tea, looking at Kagami with disdain.

“He is my guard, so yes,” replies Tobirama dryly. Kagami can tell from the look on his face that he has a killer migraine. A common occurrence around this insufferable woman.

“But I want to be alone with you, Tobira,” she cooes, touching his bicep and leaning into him. The obvious bedroom eyes she’s giving him has bile rising in Kagami’s throat. Tobira? What an awful nickname.

“We are merely in a courtship, so that is not necessary.”

“But I want to get to know you better,” desire drips from her tone. Kagami feels his eyes burning with the threat of Sharingan activation.

That strong emotional response is enough to confirm that he does indeed have feelings for Tobirama.

Damn it all to hell, he curses internally.

“If you are implying any sort of physical intimacy, I’m afraid that isn’t part of a courtship agreement. Such impropriety is not necessary.”

Impropriety. Sage, if he only knew my improper feelings. He’d strip me of my titles.

She huffs. “You are the most boring man I’ve ever met. Aren’t you all supposed to just want to get in bed with a woman? I’m offering myself to you, how dare you reject me?”

“I believe that intimacy is to be shared only when a deep emotional bond has been forged between both parties. We have no such bond.”

The woman scoffs, standing up. “Well you haven’t given me much to work with! The only one you seem to have let in is this infuriating Uchiha who’s attached to you at the hip! Why don’t you just fuck him?!”

Kagami’s heart jumps in his chest not unlike a Lightning-style attack, Tobirama’s frown deepening.

“Lady Yamanaka, I don’t believe our courtship will work. I regard the Yamanaka to the highest degree, and would like to align amicably regardless of our failed courtship to ensure that your clan will continue to thrive.”

She scowls. “Any further conversations will have to be discussed with my uncle.”

With that, she stands and makes quick work of leaving through the front door, slamming it behind herself.

Tobirama remains still for a moment before letting out a sigh.

“She was the worst one yet.”

Kagami nods in agreement. “How can you tolerate any more of this?”

“I won’t. I’m not cut out for this, not like my brother was. His marriage to Mito was successful in integrating the Uzumaki, but I am not him, and I will find alternative ways to induct the clans to the village.”

The Uchiha’s blood sings hopefully. “You won’t marry?”

“No. I am devoted to the village,” Tobirama states, “Besides, until you find a partner, I have you by my side. That is more than enough.”

Oh, Sage, what is he saying? Despite being in a sitting position currently, Kagami’s knees feel weak.

“I don’t plan on marrying any time soon. I’m content with this as well.”

He surprises himself with how level he sounds.

Tobirama smiles with a chuckle. “Then we’ll remain companions and that will suffice.”

Companions. The two of us.

Kagami grins and nods, insides completely melting.

Great Sage, I am doomed to love this man.

The next few months are spent with the two companions growing even closer. The Yamanaka incident somehow made them bond even more, and Tobirama has loosened up considerably around Kagami.

The Uchiha notices it when he is hard at work assigning missions on paper one morning when Tobirama pokes his arm with the end of his brush.

Kagami raises his head. “Yes?”

Tobirama grins, teeth and all. It grips Kagami by the heart tightly.

“Just felt like it.”

I could die contently right now looking at his happy face.

He just laughs and pokes the older man back with his own brush.

Tobirama’s smile grows, and merciful Sage, it’s crooked, the left side higher than the right, it’s beautiful.

“I’ve never seen you smile like that,” is what he says, and then immediately regrets it. Why would I point that out? Tobirama will be self-conscious, I’m an idiot—

“Huh,” muses the Hokage, shrugging. “I am at ease around you, Kagami. I suppose it’s quite easy to smile around you.”

Kagami feels close to death in the most blissful way possible. He could choke on the influx of endorphins that flood his system.

“I feel the same.”

It feels sort of like a quarter of a confession.

He doesn’t dare push it. He knows they can’t be together. Two men in a relationship would never be accepted, especially not in the Uchiha. He can’t afford to let himself daydream about an impossible illusion.

***

It’s during the trip home from the Five-Kage Summit that they are ambushed by Hidden Waterfall ninja.

Immediately they are recognized as the same village that tried to kill Hashirama, and though prowess is outmatched in the Leaf’s favor, the Waterfall outnumber them, and protecting Tobirama from an attack, Kagami is wounded deeply in the chest.

“Kagami!”

He falls to the ground and Tobirama catches him before he can hit it, cradling him on his knees.

The Uchiha coughs forcefully, blood filling his mouth. He can’t breathe.

“Kagami,” Tobirama’s voice is full of remorse, grave and desperate. “Your lung, i-it’s…”

“Forget…me…” Kagami manages, pain so great he’s almost numb. “P-protect…them…”

Tobirama looks up, watching Hiruzen use his summons to fill in for his absence in the fight. Koharu detonates three paper bombs, taking out groups of the enemy. No one is near them.

“They’re fine,” Tobirama shakes his head, looking back down at Kagami. He’s deathly pale, his crimson life force contrasting morbidly with his skin. “Oh, Kagami, I’m so sorry.”

“My job…i-is to pro-protect you,” Kagami rasps, “I’m honored to…to die fulfilling…m-my duty.”

Tobirama’s throat tightens up and he’s shocked when a droplet hits Kagami’s reddened cheek.

He’s crying.

Once he realizes, the floodgates open and he starts sobbing.

“Kagami, don’t, don’t do this to me,” He begs, “Please, you…you’re all I have.”

Kagami reaches up weakly, soft hand finding Tobirama’s face. There’s so much he wants to say, and yet he feels dizzy, far away, like he’s being pulled somewhere very distant.

“Tobirama,” is all he says instead, gently and tenderly, and he manages a sincere smile, one he musters all of his love and affection into in the hopes that the man understands what he can’t tell him. He’s a dead man—it doesn’t matter anymore.

“Kagami,” Tobirama sobs, covering his hand with his own. The Uchiha’s big, black eyes hold his, and he watches the light fade from them. “No, nonono, no, Kagami please!”

The hand in his goes limp, and those eyes hollow out like cool glass.

He’s gone.

Tobirama feels the panic set in from the back of his head, like a pin prick. It causes his vision to short-out, entire body going numb, and he suddenly has no idea where he is or what is going on.

“Master Tobirama!”

“Kagami, he’s—” he chokes. He can’t. He doesn’t know what he was trying to do but whatever it is that he was doing he simply just cannot anymore.

“Master!”

He blacks out.

***

When he comes to, he’s leaning against a tree, sitting down. Hiruzen is force-feeding him water.

He blinks rapidly, consciousness seeping back. He coughs, sputtering as he rejects the water.

“Master!” Hiruzen exclaims, pulling the flask away and patting Tobirama’s back. “Are you all right?”

It all comes rushing back. The ambush. The battle. Kagami jumping in front of him to block the attack, getting stabbed in the chest, falling, dying—

“What of Kagami?” He asks urgently, looking around. Danzo and Homura stand watch, and on the tree next to him leans Kagami, unconscious but cleaned up to the point where there’s only faint remnants of blood on his face. Above him is Koharu, working hard with the Mystical Palm technique she learned from Hashirama to heal his wound.

Tobirama lurches up, crawling over to Kagami despite Hirzuen protesting to take it easy.

“How is he? Is he breathing?” Asks the Senju.

“He’s weak but he’s stable,” she answers, “I’m trying to heal him to the point where we can return for proper treatment—Lady Mito will need to see him. His lung was punctured through and he has two fractured ribs. I had to forcefully expel the blood from his lungs, throat, and mouth so he wouldn’t suffocate.”

Tobirama’s eyes become glossy once more. “So he’s…he’s alive, then?”

“Yes, Master, he is alive. I will save him, and we will return home as a complete unit.”

Tobirama doesn’t remember a time when he felt this happy.

Kagami is alive.

He will continue by Tobirama’s side.

Tobirama will get to experience his smile, his laughter, his jokes, his warmth again. Kagami has not been taken from him, thank the great Sage.

The green glow from Koharu’s palms dissipates, and she sits back, wiping her brow.

“All right. He’s stable enough to take home.”

Tobirama gets to his feet instantly, remembering himself now that a dire situation as been avoided. “Thank you, Koharu. Well done to the rest of you as well. I trust the enemy is dealt with?”

“Yes sir,” Homura answers. “I’ve sealed one in a scroll for questioning.”

“Excellent. How far from Konoha are we?”

“Half a day’s journey?”

I should get Kagami back immediately.

“We return at once. I will use my Flying Raijin to get Kagami to treatment. I trust you all can return home safely.”

“Yes sir, you can count on us.”

Tobirama gingerly scoops Kagami in his arms, leaning his cheek against his chest. He’s light, and still warm. His chakra signature is still very present—he’s fighting to stay. His heart beats harder.

“Hiruzen, take the lead home.”

“Yes, sir.”

They move out, and as they all take off before Tobirama, he gives into his instinct and leans down, pressing a kiss to the Uchiha’s forehead.

“I won’t let you leave me, Kagami.”

He flickers out of the clearing immediately.

***

Kagami is out of immediate danger within a few hours under Mito’s care.

As soon as the Uchiha is left alone in his room, Tobirama enters and pulls up a chair at his bedside, letting his eyes roam upon his frame.

His shirt had been cut off, stitches applied to his skin and covered with a heavy layer of bandages. They wrap around his chest and shoulder, and he sleeps deeply, having been put under strong sedatives.

He looks so frail and gentle, and Tobirama reaches out, taking his hand in his. Much smaller in his large, calloused palm.

He feels sparks when they touch and it’s enough to break his final wall down—he drops the act with himself.

I’m in love with him, Tobirama finally admits. His shoulders slump and he sighs deeply, letting his reverent eyes stay brushing over Kagami’s frame.

He doesn’t know when it began. Maybe when Kagami let him cry and comforted him without being overbearing, maybe one of the times he made him dinner, maybe when they agreed to be companions—somehow, the young Uchiha managed to steal his rigid heart completely.

He can’t imagine his life without Kagami. He cannot even bring himself to entertain the thought. To take him is to take his very reason to breathe.

Tobirama had almost lost him for good today, and if there’s one thing he’s learned about loss, it’s that it’s better to have no regrets when facing it.

He knows things will be hard. They’re both men. They’re from historically opposing clans. He’s fourteen years Kagami’s senior, and he was his mentor for years. By all accounts, to begin a relationship with Kagami is to defy common sense and logic.

But he almost lost Kagami today without even trying.

Tobirama won’t allow that to happen again.

So, a few hours after his team had arrived and been sent home to rest, Tobirama himself not having moved from Kagami’s side, the Uchiha wakes up.

And Tobirama confesses.

“Kagami,” he murmurs, reaching out to touch his face. “How do you feel?”

“Alive,” croaks the Uchiha beneath his breathing tube. “Sore and tired. Are you all right?”

Tobirama chuckles fondly, unbelievably enamored with the man before him.

How easy it feels now that he understands just how far he’s fallen for the Uchiha.

“You were on the brink of the Pure Lands and you ask me if I’m all right?”

“I protect you. That’s my top concern.”

Just raw honesty. Tobirama’s heart is soaring.

“I am only all right because you are,” the Hokage tells him. “Kagami, I realized when I almost lost you today how important you are to me. I know it isn’t right, and it isn’t smart, but I’ve fallen for you. And I needed to tell you that before it’s too late, like it could have been today.”

The Uchiha’s eyes widen. “W-what? You…you feel the same way I do?”

Tobirama squeezes his hand. “Kagami, I am in love with you.”

A deep rosy flush colors Kagami’s cheeks, and he takes a shaky breath. “Tobirama, I…yes, I, I am in love with you.”

The dam bursts, a deluge of emotions swarming the two of them.

Tobirama stands and leans over Kagami in the next instance, wasting no time and claiming his lips for the very first time.

The relief that washes over Kagami is stronger than any medicine.

***

Kagami is discharged from the hospital two days later with an order for bed rest for the next week. Tobirama sets him up in his own bedroom, insisting his bed is comfier.

The first night they sleep beside each other, they have a long talk.

“This isn’t going to be easy,” Tobirama says softly, their chests to the ceiling side-by-side. “Our clans don’t get along, and we are both men. We cannot have an official courtship.”

“I understand,” Kagami replies, “It won’t be much different from how we are now. Outside of this house, we are the same as we’ve always been. Inside, however, we can show affection. We can touch, we can kiss, we can…well, whatever else we may get up to.”

Tobirama turns to him and flashes him an amused smile. “Are you already thinking along those lines?”

“Sorry,” Kagami flushes, “We don’t ever have to if you don’t want.”

The Hokage moves a hand to cover Kagami’s, lacing their fingers together. Their eyes meet.

“Did I not say that intimacy is to be shared between two people with a deep emotional bond?”

The Uchiha feels his heart beat faster. “You did say that.”

“And did we not profess our love for each other the other day?”

“We did.”

Tobirama grins, turning on his side to face Kagami. He uses his free hand to run the tips of his fingers up the inside of his arm, then down again as sensually as possible. It makes the Uchiha’s heart flutter.

“Then intimacy is definitely in our future.”

Kagami takes a slow breath, attempting to reel himself back in.

“You haven’t done much to me, but I can already tell you have far more experience than I.”

Tobirama hums. “Not sure about far more, I’m not exactly promiscuous. I’m sure we’re about even.”

The Uchiha looks down. “I’ve never been intimate before.”

There’s a slight surprise for Tobirama. “Not at all?”

“At all.”

He blinks. “Hmm. I suppose you were always by my side. It makes sense. No matter, I’ve had three lovers in total.”

Kagami raises his brows. “Three?”

“Yes. The first was once when I was seventeen, I wanted to experiment. She was a woman, and I hadn’t really thought it was special. I never saw her again. Then, the second was a man from the Hagoromo clan. We saw each other a few times, and through him I learned my preferences laid with men. My most previous was before Konoha became a village—he was Izuna.”

Kagami’s eyes widen. “Uchiha? Madara’s brother?”

“Yes. We were enemies yet sought each other out to blow off steam a few times. It was complicated.”

“You killed him, didn’t you?”

Tobirama frowns, remorse painting his features. “Yes. It was adrenaline. I have regrets about that day.”

“Did you…love him?” Kagami’s voice is gentle, without judgment.

“I’m not sure. I don’t think so. Maybe it was akin to love, but I did hurt him in the end. I would never do that to you. Never even think of it—I’d take my own life instead,” Tobirama tells him firmly. He moves closer to him, cupping his face. He holds his eyes with his own, fiery pools of auburn staring into obsidian. “One thing that is certain, is that I indisputably love you, Kagami.”

For the millionth time that day, the Uchiha’s face blooms a pretty red. “I love you too, Tobi.”

The nickname just slips out of his mouth, and it makes his cheeks hotter.

“Oh, Sage,” breathes the Senju, his thumb moving to pad over Kagami’s lower lip. His eyes flit to it. “Call me that again.”

The way he says it makes Kagami feel needed, wanted, desired. A surge of confidence hits him.

“My Tobi.”

The Hokage doesn’t hesitate a second longer to press their lips together, slipping his tongue inside of Kagami’s pliant mouth, initiating a desire-ridden make out session that lasts until Kagami needs air.

Whilst the younger man is taking in careful breaths, Tobirama rubs their noses together tenderly in a butterfly kiss, looking into his eyes.

“My dear Uchiha,” He murmurs sweetly, as if addressing a precious gem by name. Kagami’s eyelids flutter closed, reveling in the affection. “My Kagami.”

The man in question wraps his arms around Tobirama’s neck, playing with the silver hair on his nape.

As he feels Tobirama stamp a gentle kiss to his jaw, he knows with certainty that he’s absolutely gone.

***

Kagami is healed up a month later, and only then one night after a spar does Tobirama finally feel that he’s ready for intimacy.

They start off slow, laying on his bed beneath the covers in their night clothes. It isn’t long before their pace increases, urgency fortified, and all articles of clothing are shed and tossed to the floor in between ravenous kisses.

Kagami ends up underneath Tobirama, his legs spread as the Senju pleasures him using his mouth.

As Tobirama had expected, Kagami turns out to be rather vocal in bed. He can’t stop moaning, mewling high in his throat at every stroke of Tobirama’s tongue over a sensitive vein, gasping with each suck, eyes shut tight as he’s completely beside himself.

While he’s sucking him off, Tobirama uses a lubricant produced by one of his self-derived jutsus to open the Uchiha up, prodding his finger inside of Kagami’s tight walls until he can fit in two, and then three.

He pushes against his prostate at the same time he suckles on his tip, causing the younger man to cry out.

“Tobirama!”

He feels the twitch in Kagami’s thighs and pulls away to coat his own throbbing cock with the lubricant, lining up with the younger’s entrance.

“Are you ready?” He asks, and Kagami, half delirious already, flushed, hair messy on the pillow nods.

“Yes, please…”

Just like that, Tobirama sheathes himself inside of Kagami, forever solidifying the two of them as lovers.

“Oh!” Kagami gasps, spreading his legs wider. Tobirama is big, and he can feel all of the details of his intimacy inside of him. It makes his heart pound.

“Kagami,” breathes Tobirama, suddenly in his own very specific version of the Pure Lands on Earth, and the Uchiha never wants to forget the way his name left his lover’s mouth right then.

Luckily, he doesn’t have to. Because it turns out, contrary to his expectations, Tobirama is even more vocal than he is.

But he doesn’t make indiscriminate noises.

The only thing that tumbles from his lips is Kagami’s name, in wanton abandon, a tone Kagami has never heard before but makes his core sing with heat.

“Kagami,” Tobirama groans as he picks up the pace, their skin slapping loudly, echoing around the bedroom. Kagami bites his lip, nails digging into his lover’s biceps as he allows him inside repeatedly, feeling loved to his very core.

“Kagami,” Tobirama hisses as the Uchiha clenches around him when he hits his prostate with the tip of his cock, biting his own lip, eyebrows drawing up. Again, “K-Kagami, love.”

“Ah,” is Kagami’s incoherent response, “Tobi, Master…”

Tobirama’s soul short-circuits.

Hormones rush through his body. Carnal desire takes over, and for once, he lets control go. Their hips meet in harsh smacks, the bed rocking considerably.

“Kagami,” he moans in worship, as if delivered from the evil of the world, from all pain, cleansed of sin, “Kagami…”

“Tobirama!” Exclaims Kagami. “Ah! Ah!”

The Hokage grabs Kagami’s hand and kisses his knuckles fervently, fucking into him faster, chasing their highs as the coils wind tighter and tighter.

“Love you,” insists Tobirama, in prayer, “Kagami, love you.”

“Love you,” replies Kagami in his state of delirium, hardly able to believe the amount of pleasure Tobirama is giving him right now.

His middle and ring fingers somehow end up inside of the Senju’s mouth and Tobirama greedily sucks, tongue laving over the small digits. Kagami’s eyes roll to the back of his head and that does it, cum spilling all over his stomach untouched, Tobirama’s name on his lips in rapture.

Tobirama’s hips stutter and he fills the Uchiha up with his release, marking him on the inside, showering his face with kisses. He wants to devour his beautiful lover whole. He licks up the droplets of sweat from his neck, sucks marks into his collarbones, and ravishes the air from his lungs.

He is obsessed in the best way possible.

It’s from that moment on that he and Kagami can barely keep their hands off of each other behind closed doors.

Within the next year, the two live their lives as blissful secret lovers.

Kagami takes on his first team of Genin comprised of a Senju, an Uchiha, and a Yūhi. The Senju boy is hot-blooded much like Hashirama, the Uchiha girl stubborn yet very caring, and the Yūhi girl, whom is the best friend of the Uchiha, is quiet and polite. He trains them in sensory skills first and foremost, helping the Uchiha and Yūhi in their genjutsu prowess while the Senju spars in taijutsu with him.

They all form a very close bond as a team, and whenever Tobirama has time, he watches their training with fond eyes.

He notices the softness in Kagami’s gaze whenever one of the children calls him ‘sensei’, watches him pat them on the heads tenderly after each session, observes his Uchiha lover getting them treats and spoiling them rotten.

It clicks for him when the two of them visit Hiruzen and his new wife, Biwako at their home after they welcome their first child.

The baby boy is nestled comfortably in Kagami’s arms, and it’s then and there, Tobirama taking in the sight of his lover fawning over the baby, that he understands just how good of a parent he would be.

In fact, as Biwako helps Kagami feed the baby with a bottle, he realizes Kagami should be a parent.

Biology would constitute that the two of them cannot both conceive the same child, but Tobirama is a master of inventing powerful jutsu, Kagami is his beloved, and he vows to himself to figure out a way to make it happen.

He pours over scrolls from every clan he can get ahold of that has medical prowess. The Nara, the Uzumaki, the Senju, the Uchiha, the Yamanaka even for herbs—he devotes all of his free time to the creation of this new jutsu.

Kagami is not new to how Tobirama gets when he is working on a new jutsu, so he thinks nothing of his hermit-like behavior. He simply keeps him up later into the night if he feels particularly needy.

After three months, Tobirama’s jutsu is created. He names it the Henkei Seal, as it’s a formula that when cast, seals the desired anatomy inside of the receiver until released. For the particular modification, it requires both the receiver and castor’s blood to summon the new parts. A prick on a finger of each person will do. At its core, it is a combination of summoning, medical, transformation, and sealing jutsu.

He writes it all down in a scroll and presents it to Kagami over dinner.

The Uchiha reads it over carefully, having not been told the details beforehand. Once he finishes, he rolls the paper up and sets it down wordlessly, unnerving Tobirama.

Did I read him wrong? Does he think it’s a bad idea? Maybe it’s dangerous and I overlooked—

“Tobi,” Kagami begins in a soft voice, reaching across to cover his hands with his. He wears a tender smile. “You derived an entirely new, very complex jutsu as your way of telling me that you want a baby?”

The Senju feels his cheeks flush, a rare occurrence. He nods, squeezing his lover’s hands.

Kagami grins brightly. “Oh, dear, yes, I love the idea! So one of us will have a womb sealed inside of us, yes? Can it be me? I want to mother your child!”

He glows with excitement. Tobirama is melting.

“Yes, my love, absolutely. I will father your child.”

The Uchiha clasps his own hands together and stands up, darting around the table and grabbing his lover’s wrist, dragging him to his feet.

“Come on, let’s start right away!”

Tobirama blinks in surprise, almost tripping over his feet to keep up with the overzealous Uchiha.

“R-right now? We haven’t even cleared the table!”

“Clean later, put a baby in me now!”

It shuts Tobirama right up.

The lovers wind up tangled in the sheets of their bed, devoid of clothing, Kagami shuddering in pleasure as Tobirama strokes him with one hand, writing the formula on his womb with the other.

The Senju expertly writes the necessary seal, forming a ‘T’ shape over Kagami’s abdomen where a womb is to go. In the center is a circle of his skin, and he takes Kagami’s left hand, kissing his palm after petting his brush and ink aside on the nightstand.

“I will need your blood now, love,” he says, “May I?”

Kagami nods, completely relaxed and trusting. “Do it, Tobi.”

The Senju presses a peck to the pad of Kagami’s thumb before biting down with his canine, drawing blood. The Uchiha just breathes out a little more forcefully, letting his lover dot the liquid into the center of the circle.

He then takes his free hand against the younger’s and a green glow emanates from it, healing Kagami’s cut with ease.

“When did you learn medical ninjutsu?” Asks Kagami, surprised.

“After I almost lost you,” replies Tobirama. “So that I may tend to you right away if anything goes wrong in the future.”

The Uchiha’s heart seizes up warmly. “Sage, Tobi, I really love you.”

The Senju smiles. “I feel the same for you.”

He then bites his own thumb, placing his own droplet in the circle with Kagami’s.

Kagami grabs his hand and suckles his finger into his mouth, cleaning away the extra blood.

“All right, my love, I will complete the jutsu now. It will feel very warm for a moment, ticklish even, while the womb binds to your cells.”

The Uchiha nods, letting his finger go.

“Do as you will, Tobi. You know I trust you.”

Tobirama focuses his chakra, forming signs and pressing his palms to Kagami’s abdomen, and concentrating deeply.

“Henkei Seal.”

His hands glow green, activating the seal. Kagami draws in a slow breath, heat coming from his lower belly. He then feels it grow, a strange bubbling sensation beneath his flesh, little muscle tugs and tiny pinches as his lover casts the seal.

Kagami smiles at Tobirama as he works, feeling the area cooling as the jutsu completes.

Tobirama releases his hands and looks upon Kagami’s abdomen, looking slightly fuller than before, the mark intact on his skin sans the blood they had used.

“There,” he says, “it’s cast. You have a womb now, Kagami.”

The Uchiha beams. “My lover is the smartest man alive.”

Tobirama just leans over him, kissing his lips passionately.

It isn’t long before, to their discovery, Kagami is producing his own lubricant, and it makes the following intercourse smoother and more intense for the Uchiha.

“I-it’s like I can feel every ridge of you,” Kagami pants, “Everywhere you’re touching—mmh—feels so good, Tobi…”

Tobirama dutifully fucks him harder, wanting Kagami to feel as amazing as possible.

When the Uchiha starts quivering around his member, Tobirama loses composure and starts moaning his name excessively, grabbing Kagami’s thighs, pushing them back, and driving in deeper. Like this, he prods at the beginning of his new womb, and it drives Kagami crazy.

The Uchiha reaches orgasm first, throbbing around Tobirama, who instantly releases his seed into his wet heat, more aroused than he thinks he’s ever been.

They end up going two more rounds, and the dinner they abandoned is cleared up the next morning.

Three months of constant coupling is what it takes to get Kagami pregnant. They christen every space in the house, even the Hokage’s office once late at night.

Kagami shows symptoms and after a visit to Mito, who is the first person they trust with the information of their plan, he is confirmed to be with child.

Tobirama instantly feels the need to keep Kagami far away from any potential threat.

He gives Kagami administrative work only, helping to cook meals, making sure he’s comfortable as he can be.

When Kagami starts to show, they make the decision to reveal their truth to their clans.

The Uchiha and Senju elders are upset, but Mito as Hashirama’s widow is able to soften the blow considerably. She argues that their main opposition for their relationship stems from the usual infertility of a male and male pair, and since that obstacle has been overcome and their coupling is fruitful, there is no reason to oppose it.

The younger generation is supportive of it. They praise the pregnancy, for in their minds it’s proof of the strong alliance between the Uchiha and Senju, and even claim that the child born from the blood of such formidable families will have exceptional prowess.

As such, the baby is accepted, and the news of their relationship spreads throughout the village quickly. Soon, everyone knows that Tobirama Senju, the second Hokage, is having a child with Kagami Uchiha, one of the strongest members of the clan alive.

Of course, it will put a target on Kagami’s back. So Tobirama triples security, and creates a faction higher than Jounin specializing in black ops and espionage designated the ANBU. He assigns his most talented ANBU to guard Kagami with their lives, having him watched twenty four hours a day, seven days a week. Of course, he doesn’t leave Kagami’s side often since the Uchiha is his assistant, but Tobirama is thorough and never takes chances.

The clan elders insist that a formal marriage takes place between Tobirama and Kagami, and for once, Tobirama agrees. He would love nothing more than to marry the love of his life.

So, they hold a ceremony when Kagami is just under three months along. The Uchiha is easily the most beautiful person Tobirama has ever seen in his life as they join together as official spouses, and he is made the happiest man alive.

When Kagami is five months pregnant, the first attack to start the Shinobi World War is waged by Kumo trying to forcefully take resources from Konoha.

To protect Konoha, Tobirama sets out with his platoon to fight, leaving Kagami in Konoha alone.

He is gone for two months on the front lines, and when that first battle is won, returns home to a seven months pregnant Kagami. Their embrace lasts all night long.

“I never want to be separated from you again,” Kagami tells him after they’ve made love in attempt to make up for lost time. “If I lose you I lose my world.”

Tobirama cups his husband’s face, slightly fuller and glowing with the pregnancy.

“I am sorry to be the cause of your strife,” Tobirama murmurs gently. He admires the beauty of the Uchiha. “But my love, I am not your entire world. I share that honor with our precious child. So if anything ever happens to me, you must live for them.”

Kagami frowns deeply, his eyes filling with tears. He doesn’t remember ever being this emotional but he’s been away from battle for so long now and the hormones are making him sensitive. He can’t bear the thought of Tobirama dying. It’s unthinkable.

Seeing that his words have caused Kagami’s upset, Tobirama changes the subject.

“I won’t speak of it. I’m here now, I’m home and safe with you. Do not fret, my beloved.”

He places his hand on Kagami’s bulging belly, leaning forward to give him a butterfly kiss.

“I am here. I will not leave again without you. How is that?”

The Uchiha finally relents and nods, touching Tobirama’s face.

“We’re inseparable. Like magnets. You move, I move. Do you hear me?”

“I hear you, Kagami.”

His husband kisses him deeply then, ending the conversation.

Kagami goes into labor two months later. There are smaller conflicts going on while the war rages, but Tobirama is present and they welcome their son into the world, the baby born with Kagami’s dark, unruly hair and Tobirama’s sharp, vermillion eyes.

Joyous tears in his eyes, Kagami cradles their new baby in his arms as Tobirama undoes the jutsu on his belly. They name their son Kiseki, as he is their miracle undoubtedly, and the Second Hokage is filled with pride.

The following day, Kagami and Tobirama get visitors. Hiruzen and Biwako visit first, followed by Danzo, Homura, Koharu, and the member that has filled in for Kagami’s absence, Torifu. Once all of the visiting is over, he is allowed to return home with Tobirama and Kiseki.

Luckily, the war is far from Konoha and it is leaning in their favor, so the first four months of Kiseki’s life are full of happiness.

Tobirama gets to live a dream he never knew he would have; to father the child of the love of his life and raise that baby together everyday, waking early, feeding Kiseki, changing diapers, washing clothes, making sure Kagami gets his rest and taking night duty when their child wakes up hungry.

Kagami sings to Kiseki when it’s nap or bedtime, much to Tobirama’s enchantment. He sits beside his husband and leans on his shoulder, watching their baby sleep, beyond overjoyed that Kiseki inherited Kagami’s beautiful, droopy eye shape.

The dream unfortunately descends when they recieve word that the Kinkaku and Ginkaku unit of the Cloud is planning an assault on Konoha to kill the Hokage, having already torn through the Leaf army that had been defending the village. Tobirama’s team elected to retreat to get the information to him as soon as possible and regroup.

Having heard of their fearsome abilities, Tobirama resolves to fight once more on the front lines in order to protect the village and people he loves.

Telling Kagami this entraps Tobirama in simmering anguish.

His husband stares at him from beside his desk at the Hokage’s office, Kiseki napping in the bassinet they’d placed in the room so that they’d never be separated.

Anxiety and a deep dread crawls up his throat, eyes burning as his Sharingan threaten to activate. He knows exactly what this means.

The beautiful moments they’ve been sharing with their new son are about to come to an end—maybe only temporarily, or if things go awry…forever.

“Tobirama,” his voice is grave and the Second Hokage laments hearing its contours in anything but happiness.

He wants to tell him to stay, but that isn’t an option. Tobirama is the Hokage, and it’s his duty to protect the village. Everyone else has already been fighting, even Hiruzen, who has a son and another on the way with Biwako. They are both shinobi, and that must come first, even before personal affairs. They understood this when they began as ninja. Falling in love was not part of the plan, and they have no choice but to work around it.

Even still, his heart stings as he looks at the man he loves, his husband and father of his child. He doesn’t want him to go to war—their previous separation almost finished him. They can’t be apart.

“I’m going with you,” Kagami states, “I won’t allow you to separate from me.”

Tobirama’s face is grim. “You are to stay here.”

The Uchiha’s eyes widen. “What? No, Tobirama, I won’t. We fight together.”

“I need you away from conflict, safe with Kiseki.”

Kagami grits his teeth. “I can protect you, Tobi.”

Tobirama stands up abruptly, slamming his palms down on his desk.

“By doing what, jumping in front of me again and getting yourself killed? What good will that do anyone?! You are staying here and that is final.”

At the bang and his raised voice, Kiseki wakes and begins to cry. Kagami glares at his husband.

“I wish I’d known that having your child would cause you to lose all faith in my capabilities as a shinobi,” Kagami states icily, his eyes now red with his ocular prowess. “I am one of the most talented Uchiha there is, and yet you reduce me to a meak childrearing housewife.”

Tobirama scowls. “This has nothing to do with your abilities, I know you are exceptional, but don’t you have any idea what I went through when I had to watch you almost die? Hell on Earth, Kagami. I will not allow you to be hurt again!”

“It’s the same for me, Tobi! I-if you died, I,” Kagami cuts himself off, words catching in his throat. He can’t fathom it. He won’t. And he knows he’s being mostly irrational, but he and Tobirama are a team. They fight together.

Kiseki continues to cry, as if sensing his parents in distress.

The Uchiha moves to their son, picking him up out of the bassinet and starting to comfort him, ignoring the tears running down his cheeks. Tobirama watches them for a moment, his anger starting to fade, replaced by a deep distress.

Of course he doesn’t want to leave his family. He doesn’t want to make Kagami cry, but having him out of harm’s way will make him feel much better.

“When you came back before Kiseki’s birth,” Kagami begins in a resigned voice, grabbing his attention. The baby is now settled again in his arms, and the Sharingan has dissipated. “You told me that you wouldn’t leave without me again. We’re like magnets. You can try all you want to separate us, but if you move, I will move as well.”

Tobirama’s heart constricts. He did say that. They poured their hearts out to each other that night.

He realizes now that he’s been selfish. Leaving Kagami here will calm his own heart, but will torment Kagami’s. He can’t do that to him.

Standing up and making his way over to his husband, he wraps his arms around Kagami’s waist and draws him in, their son gently sandwiched between them.

“You’re right,” he concedes softly. “I’m sorry. I always have the final say except for when it comes to you, and as the mother of my child, that’s the way it should be. I don’t want to exert control over you, and I trust you implicitly, so Kagami, come with me if that is what is truly in your best interest.”

The Uchiha smiles gratefully at his husband. “Thank you, Tobi. Together we will fight and return. We are stronger as a team.”

Due to the urgency of the matter, they resolve to move out the next morning with Tobirama’s escort team.

That night, Kagami lays in bed in just his night pants, Kiseki nestled on his bare chest. Tobirama lays beside him, an arm tracing invisible patterns over his bare skin, bare except for his own sleep trousers.

Kiseki fusses to get more comfortable, and Kagami helps him adjust, the baby turning to face Tobirama. He opens his eyes and looks up at his father, who smiles tenderly.

He then looks up at Kagami, who has activated his Sharingan.

“I want to remember this,” Kagami explains softly, “Every last detail—my sweet little son, and my gorgeous, alluring husband, here with me.”

Tobirama’s mouth turns up at the corners. “Alluring?”

Kagami chuckles fondly, reaching out with his free hand and placing it on Tobirama’s muscular pec.

“You know I find you to be immensely attractive, Tobi. We wouldn’t have made this little one if I didn’t.”

The Senju grins, leaning in and nuzzling a butterfly kiss into Kagami’s nose, who reciprocates instinctively. His heart flutters—somehow this simple gesture is even more intimate than the lustful make out sessions they engage in.

“My love for you is boundless, my dear Kagami. There is no one I respect and cherish more than you,” he strokes over their son’s cheek gingerly with his knuckle. “And this precious boy is living proof of just that.”

Kagami stamps a kiss on Tobirama’s nose, which to his delight, has been passed down to their son.

“My feelings for you are the exact same,” Kagami replies. “This moment right now is my greatest dream, come true.”

Tobirama smiles. “Then I have done well.”

The rest of the night is spent quietly and peacefully.

***

Saying goodbye to Kiseki is the hardest thing that Tobirama has done since losing Hashirama.

The Second Hokage cradles his infant son in his arms for as long as he can, bestowing upon him his special butterfly kiss reserved for the ones he loves most. Kiseki giggles gleefully, touching his father’s face with his tiny hands.

Identical fire opals meet, and Tobirama’s heart feels like it’s filled with rocks.

“I am eternally, unconditionally proud of you, my son,” He murmurs, “Take great care of your mother, for he is precious to me as you are.”

He kisses the baby’s forehead before handing him off to Mito, who looks upon he and Kagami worriedly.

“Please, be careful,” she says, “Return safely.”

“Thank you for caring for our son while we are away,” Tobirama replies. “And for everything.”

She nods, and with that, he and Kagami take their leave to join the rest of the escort team.

***

They’d gotten separated.

Explosions rain down on them in the forest, discombobulating their formation.

Kagami uses his Sharingan to navigate himself and Torifu to their emergency rendezvous point, and soon they are joined by Danzo and Hiruzen.

“You’re alive!” Exclaims Hiruzen.

“Yeah, by some miracle,” is Torifu’s response.

He can feel Tobirama’s chakra signature up ahead, but worrisome is the number of enemy signatures he can sense closing in on them. They are greatly outnumbered. His heart begins to sink in anxiety.

“There are way too many of them. What now, Hiruzen?” The Sarutobi was always the quickest thinker besides Tobirama. Maybe he can come up with something and get them all out of there alive.

“All right then. Let’s go meet up with the Second Hokage,” comes his friend’s response.

Kagami swallows hard. He knows what that means—he’s at a loss. He’s deferring to Tobirama.

Not good at all.

When they approach the meeting point, he is relieved to see not only his husband, but Koharu and Homura as well. Everyone is all right.

Tobirama sees him and allows himself to relax the slightest bit—Kagami is safe. Good.

“Everyone, gather around,” Tobirama orders. “We have no time to waste.”

They all surround him, kneeling and focusing their chakra to keep their presence muted.

Kagami watches Tobirama close his eyes, placing two fingers against the grass to read the enemy’s signatures and pinpoint their locations. He tries his best to calm down—all is not lost yet. There has to be a way out of this. Tobirama can think of something, can’t he?

“We’ve been surrounded,” He relays, “There are…twenty enemies. From their tracking abilities, I’d say they’re Cloud ninja. The highly skilled Kinkaku unit.”

So it is as Kagami feared. Not a mere outer platoon from Kinkaku and Ginkaku’s forces, but the very unit that poses the highest threat.

Everyone here is powerful but against two ninja with Nine Tails’ chakra, and their special unit, they don’t stand a chance. Plus, much of their chakra is spent already.

Sage. They are completely outmatched.

“We’re only seven, including you, Lord Second. We’re outnumbered,” Homura states. Dread begins to fill Kagami’s core.

“Homura, stop being such a coward!” Comes Koharu’s fiery response. “All right, the enemy has not yet pinpointed our exact location. So we should wait and ambush them, then break through to escape.”

Escape to where? The village? Being chased by a specialized tracking unit with tailed beast chakra, hell-bent on attacking the Leaf?

It would be leading them right to their objective. It would result in the destruction of Konoha, where everyone they hold dear lives.

Where Kiseki, innocent and defenseless, waits.

That isn’t feasible.

Kagami gets a sick feeling in his stomach that gives him hot goosebumps, nausea prickling at his throat. He knows what has to happen.

He just hopes that Tobirama will forgive him.

“No, that’s not gonna work,” He speaks up. “The only way it would is if one of us draws their attention and misdirects them.”

Away from the Leaf, away from Kiseki.

“They’ll act as a lure,” Torifu catches on. His face is grim. “It means certain death…so who?”

Tobirama is the Second Hokage. He must live on.

Kagami is just an Uchiha, a shinobi willing to die for the greater good. Their son will have Tobirama to grow up with, so he’ll be in great hands.

He will sacrifice his life for his two beloveds.

He meets his husband’s eyes, the Senju already knowing exactly what he’s thinking. Tobirama gives him a sharp, warning, vehemently opposing glare.

Don’t you dare speak a word, his eyes say, freezing Kagami in his spot.

“I’ll go do it.”

Kagami’s eyes flit to Hiruzen, who has an intense, unbreakable determination in his eyes.

He’s prepared to die.

But what about Biwako and their children? Hiruzen has so much promise, he could even surpass Tobi.

It can’t be him.

I need to speak up!

“Sarutobi!”

“Hiruzen, you sure?”

The damned fool smiles.

“Heh, don’t worry about me. I don’t mean to brag, but I know I have the best chance out of all of you to pull this off. I’m not gonna die.”

Kagami can hear Biwako right now.

Hiruzen, you idiot, you know you’ll die! Stop acting like a hero!

Beside him, Danzo leans forward and grits his teeth, looking disconcerted.

Hiruzen places a hand on his shoulder. “You look after the others, Danzo, okay? I trust—”

“Shut up! I was going to volunteer, you know!” Danzo bats his hand away. “Don’t try to steal the limelight. I’ll be the lure, not you!”

Hiruzen’s face falls into genuine confusion. “Danzo, I…”

Kagami sees Tobirama’s jaw set, his back straightening. He looks like that when he’s reached a decision.

Oh no.

“My father and grandfather died in battle as a shinobi. Self-sacrifice is a shinobi’s duty!” Danzo prattles on. Kagami can feel his world shifting, Tobirama’s eyes meeting his again. His husband’s gaze is resolute, firm, and apologetic.

Kagami shakes his head. No, don’t do it, Tobirama.

You can’t.

Tobirama’s eyebrows draw in as if to say you know there isn’t another way.

I’m sorry, my love.

He wishes the ground would buckle and swallow him up whole.

Tobirama is right. They’re backed into a corner and it’s the only way. It’s what makes sense.

Fate is not on their side.

“I will go out and play the lure, of course,” Tobirama finally voices, and Kagami thinks that his stab to the lung was far less painful.

My husband is choosing to die today.

This time tomorrow he will be nothing but memories and legacies.

“You’re the ones who will carry the Will of Fire, who will defend our village in the future,” he continues.

They are all young, they will be needed. There’s no telling what will befall the Leaf in the years to come.

Damn him for being right. Curse this fate. Curse this world.

“But you can’t! I mean, you’re the Hokage! There is no greater shinobi in our village!” Danzo doesn’t understand Tobirama’s line of thinking. If only it was that simple.

“Danzo, you are always vying with Saru over one thing or another,” Tobirama’s face is stern. Kagami recalls conversations they had about his friends, who always seemed to be in some sort of competition with one another. Tobirama has always worried about Danzo’s intentions and whether or not they aligned perfectly with the ideologies of the Leaf. “But what’s necessary here is for you to work together as comrades. Don’t make this a personal fight.”

Kagami swallows the lump in his throat. Even now, Tobirama is taking the time to attempt to steer Danzo back onto the right course.

“The fact is, you took too long to reach a decision. First you must take a hard look at yourself and come to understand who you are objectively. Or else, at this rate, you’ll place all your comrades in danger.”

Tobirama has always wanted to say these words to Danzo, but hoped he’d realize on his own. Kagami now sees that he’s taking this chance to make it known before…

“In any case, Danzo and Saru, you need not be so eager at your young age.”

Kagami’s heart stings. Tobirama has always placed the welfare of children and young ones at the forefront of his priorities, having grown up around so much early death, and having lost two brothers entirely too young.

He’s full of integrity and it makes Kagami love him irrevocably.

“Your day will come eventually, and until it does, you should endeavor to stay alive,” he continues, voice becoming soft. He cares so deeply for all of them, Kagami hears it in each syllable.

Tobirama stands up, and Kagami feels tears start stinging at his eyes.

“Saru,” he addresses. “Love and treasure the village, and protect all those who believe in you. And nurture those ninja to whom you can entrust the next generation. Starting tomorrow, you’re Hokage.”

Kagami puts a hand on his knee to steady himself.

He’s named his successor. Kagami knows he could never do it himself, he’s more suited to the assistant role, and he has Kiseki which he knows Tobirama needs him to be available for. Hiruzen is the best choice.

“Saru, take care of the Leaf!” It’s a command, an entrustment, and a conclusion.

Tobirama’s reign ends here.

“Yes, sir!”

Kagami can barely think straight.

“They’re closing in,” Tobirama snaps him out of his stupor. His throat is closing, bile is rising, he wants to wither away before he has to live through this.

“Tobirama,” He says, standing up and grabbing his husband’s hand. The rest of the team turn and walk to the edge of the treeline to give them space. Hiruzen gazes upon them forlornly before turning away—he knows truly what this will do to their family. He feels their pain.

“My love,” Tobirama murmurs, cupping Kagami’s eyes and gazing into his glowing crimson eyes. “I cannot tell you how sorry I am that it has come to this.”

Kagami sniffles, sobs threatening to break through. He does his best to hold them back.

“I know there’s no choice,” He manages weakly. “I know why you’re doing this. It doesn’t make it a-any less un-unbearable…”

He breaks off and starts to cry freely.

“I know you will take care of Kiseki, and the village,” Tobirama says, brushing his hair away from his face. Kagami furiously blinks the tears away to see him better, clinging to his finite presence. “I have lived a very fulfilling life, and the best part of that is having had the honor of being your husband, and father of your child.”

Kagami trembles uncontrollably. His eyes feel hot. His head pounds, he feels dizzy and defeated, angry, crushed, undermined by fate.

“Thank you for blessing my life with your love,” Tobirama tells him gently, cupping his face. “You have made me the happiest man to have lived. May we meet again in a kinder time, where we can grow old and die together.”

“Tobi,” Kagami croaks miserably, surging forward and kissing his husband for the last time. He begs every cell in his body to commit the Tobirama to memory, his taste, his smell, his touch, sight, and voice. A splitting pain sears through the front of his head, and he pulls back, thick tears spilling over his cheeks as he grunts in agony.

Tobirama’s palms hold his face. “Oh, Kagami…”

Kagami looks up at him, eyes throbbing painfully. Six equally-distanced points stare into the Senju’s eyes, pattern not unlike a lotus, and immediately Tobirama understands what they are.

“Mangekyō,” he breathes, brushing the crimson liquid from Kagami’s tear-ducts. “I’m sorry, my love.”

“Lord Second, I’m sorry, but you must leave!” Calls Koharu.

“Yes, I know,” Tobirama nods, leaning down to give his last butterfly kiss to Kagami, rubbing their noses together. “I love you. Always.”

Kagami can’t speak. The words won’t come out.

Thank you for loving me. For taking care of me. For making the impossible possible, for giving me a son, for becoming my husband. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

I love you.

He falls to his knees instead, and Tobirama squeezes his eyes shut, gritting his teeth before he flickers away.

“Tobi,” Kagami rasps, clutching his chest. He feels his husband’s presence appear far north, and soon the Kinkaku unit moves to follow.

No one remains chasing after them. Tobirama has saved them successfully.

He feels Hiruzen’s hands on his shoulders.

“Kagami,” his voice is full of patient empathy. He just lost his sensei, after all. Everyone here is hurting. Everyone in the village will hurt.

Kagami touches his ring, pressing it to his lips to stifle his sobs.

He feels for Tobirama’s signature, feeling it flare. He’s fighting.

“We must use this opening to escape,” Hiruzen tells him remorsefully. “We can’t linger.”

Tobirama’s chakra swells, and swells, and—

It cuts out.

He can no longer feel his husband’s life force.

He’s gone.

He doubles over, starting to hyperventilate. His stomach flips.

Tobirama’s smile flashes in his mind, a vision of his husband kissing their baby’s forehead.

Never again.

Kiseki will grow up without ever knowing his father.

The Kinkaku unit retreats further north, away from the Land of Fire. Their objective to assassinate the Second Hokage is a success.

Kagami vomits.

***

Before he moves out with his unit to fight on the frontlines in the Hidden Rain, Kagami cradles his infant grandson in his arms.

Shisui looks just like Kiseki when he was a baby, save for the big, onyx Uchiha eyes that gleam up at him, belonging to the boy’s mother.

He looks just like you, my love, is what a fifty-seven year old Tobirama would say if he were present. Now forty-three, Kagami has long outlived his late husband, but misses him every single day.

He’s done his part to raise their precious Kiseki into a fine man and shinobi. The boy grew up inheriting his parents’ fierce Will of Fire, his father’s sensory abilities and mother’s Sharingan prowess. He has a bit of a serious personality like his father, yet is still more light-hearted than his best friend, Fugaku, who Kagami swears reminds him of Tobirama, full of duty and responsibility. No doubt, that young man will become the next clan head.

“Be careful,” Kiseki frowns worriedly, the expression entirely Tobirama’s. “I love you, mother.”

Kagami touches his son’s face. “I love you too, my son. You are the pride and joy of your father and I. Instill our Will of Fire into this sweet child.”

He hands baby Shisui back to his son, who nods dutifully.

“Yes, sir.”

With that, Kagami leaves Konoha.

In the midst of battle, to tide the victory over to their side, Kagami sacrifices himself and takes the enemy unit down with him.

When he wakes, he feels no more pain, no heaviness, and no mortal coil slowly perishing around himself as he had been subconsciously aware of his entire life. He is safe and completely secure.

“Kagami.”

That voice.

Kagami turns around, eyes landing upon the sorely missed frame of his beautiful husband.

“Tobirama.”

“I’ve waited patiently for you to join me,” the Senju smiles brightly, closing the distance and holding his waist. “You’ve done so well. I’ve watched over you right alongside Hashirama, and our brothers, Itama and Kawarama. Come, I will introduce you to them.”

The Pure Lands. Utmost serenity and love surrounds them.

Kagami has returned home.

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How would Stay Tord react or take care of Tom, if he secretly overworked himself and fell asleep somewhere?, (like on the desk or just in a chair lol)

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You guys make it so hard to resist.

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“You should clock out soon, boss.”

“Yeah yeah, Paul. Soon, okay?” Tord yawned, long and slow, and felt his eye twitch. A burning, itchy, irritating feeling started to make itself known as he did so. He blinked a few times and winced at how dry his eye felt, he switched his pen into his right hand to continue writing, while his left hand reached up and rubbed at his eye. Another yawn escaped him at the action, he felt his left leg start bouncing as his body began to stretch out, his joints popped as he flexed, making him let out a pleased groan as the stiffness within him began to abate.

His eye still felt like it was stinging though.

“Paul, could you get my eyedrops at the table over there??” Tord gathered the files on the table into his hands, he tapped them against the surface to get them all aligned before he turned to his desk drawer to deposit them. Rows of different work files greeted the weary military commander, some tagged with small red stickers to indicate that they still needed his attention, all in varying shades depending on their urgency.

He felt a small twinge in his heart when he remembered the day Tom had come into his office with a pad full of the stickers.

“You’re overwhelming yourself, idiot. Step aside, I’m fixing your shit.”

He put up a half-hearted protest that day, not really meaning it, just wanting an excuse to mope and lean against his beloved to whine to his heart’s content. Usually, if he was being bitchy enough about it, Tom would acquiesce and coddle him a little, as much as he was allowed to in public at least, and Tord would never say no to his husband spoiling him with a few stolen kisses.

He felt another pang in his heart at that, knowing how Tom would have made it home by now if Paul was telling him to clock out. This would be…what, his fourth time working late? No doubt his husband was already asleep. Still, the thought of Tom having to eat dinner alone again made his stomach twist guiltily, sour in the way it felt.

Still….he’d been pushing work back so much recently, and it was starting to pile up and cause minor problems to arise in his army, it may not look like much now, but too many of them will become a much bigger problem all together.

…was he really prioritizing work over his own husband?

Tord bit down on his lower lip at the thought, a tangy, metallic taste seeped onto his tongue.

He shook his head.

He set the files he had to the very back where most finished paperwork was, which wasn’t much compared to those incomplete. He sighed deeply to himself and clicked his tongue when he felt his eye sting yet again, his hand ghosted over the files with light pink stickers before settling for those with dark red ones. He frowned as he rubbed at his sore eye again.

“Paul?? Eyedrops please…” He held his right hand out to the direction he knew his General was seated at. Paul and he had decided to do some of the accounting work today, which was the result of an unfortunate case of the flu spreading to almost everyone in their accounting department. He had been beside himself when he caught wind of a significant number of their employees requesting sick leave, it had been such a headache to deal with at the start.

Of course, he had some words with patient zero, the whole point of being sick was to not report to work at all! He wasn’t running a sweat shop! He preferred quality work over quantity, and paperwork that had blotchy writing and traces of snot and drool was not quality.

Needless to say, patient zero- and all their unfortunate victims- were on paid sick leave until further notice. ‘Do not come to work’ was a highly stressed point, especially to patient zero.

Paul and he trudged through all the work they left behind, with Paul taking refuge at his tea table while he camped out at his work desk. Paul had been somewhat annoying about it though, always complaining about how his back hurt, or how his hands were cramping, or how stupid it was they didn’t think to invent tech that made paperwork easier, or how its unethical of him to withhold lunch until the paperwork was done bla bla bla…….

Tord just learned to tune him out.

……..Wait…..Why can’t Tord hear him complaining?

“Paul???” Tord finally looked up from his desk drawer, three new files with bright red stickers clutched in his hand, he blinked in surprise at the darkness of his own office, half the room’s lights had been switched off. His brows furrowed together as he looked over to where his tea table was stationed at to his right. Now shadowed in darkness.

There he saw Paul’s own mountain of files stacked precariously on top of each other, papers jutted out haphazardly while a multitude of paperclips kept them all from falling apart. He spotted the plastic cup of used pens that Paul had begun to collect, after the first three had run out of ink mid-way through his work pile, which had looked to be overflowing with much too many pens at this point.

Paul’s thermos- which had been delivered by Patryck- was still sitting idle on top of the tea table next to his paper pile, alongside his calculator and reference papers of past accounting records. His service dress cap was still hanging on the edge of his chair, dangling precariously over the wastebin he had moved to his side, after a number of errors had him throwing out a few of his papers in frustration, as it had meant he would have to redo them- and their calculations- again.

But, amongst all of these items, there was no sign of Paul himself.

Tord frowned, feeling a smatter of disbelief that one of his Generals would just suddenly leave his station without excusing himself. He scoffed with a slight bout of irritation as he fell back on his chair, uncaringly dropping the files he held onto his work desk as he combed his fingers through his own hair. The nerve of that man!

Had he been too lenient with Paul?? With Patryck? Sure they were friends, but during work hours he was their boss, not to mention their superior officer, and this right here was a blatant disrespect for the chain of command.

Maybe he needs to have a talk with his staff soon, about duty and respect, maybe.

Paul had just told him to clock out, when the hell did he leave??

….What time was it?

Tord let his head loll to the side, he clicked his tongue in irritation when he realized that the grandfather clock in his office was in the shaded part of it. He squinted his eyes at the confounded thing before he gave up entirely. Why the hell does he still even have analog stuff??

….ah, yeah, aesthetics……

With a tired sigh, Tord turned to his right arm and removed the glove covering it, a glint of metallic red greeted him along with a soft blue glow of lights. He pressed down on the middle of his palm until he heard a click.

“Time?” He blew out as he rubbed at his temple with his free hand.

“It is 2:09 a.m. Red Leader.”

Two o’- What?!

Tord sat up at that, he spun his chair partway around to look at his grand arch window behind him. Outside of RA HQ, he could see a few of the night watch already stationed at their towers, the cold blue of the floodlights on top of the towers shining brightly up ahead at the farthermost territory of their HQ. He spotted the shadows of the night shift Red Sentries zipping across the surrounding forests, sometimes hovering over to the watchtowers to deposit their camera footage to the database before zooming off again.

A wanning gibbous moon shone high in the sky.

Christ, he didn’t realize how long he had been working for.

Paul often clocked out around 11 p.m. at the latest, so that means….Paul had told him to clock out 3 hours ago?!

But- But he just heard him say that!

Oh hell….maybe he really does need to leave this work well alone for now, his sense of time is starting to get all screwy….

….Fuck….he was a hypocrite, he’s patient zero now. Poor Paul was patient one, he supposed. Though, at least Paul had sense to still keep a somewhat decent time. He always did say that Tord’s work-life balance was-

…..Shit.

Thomas.

His husband. His poor husband who he hasn’t even been paying any attention to this week. His poor husband who he left all alone this week because he never came home on time anymore. His poor beloved who would have been eating all his meals alone because Tord decided that neglecting his health- and love life- was worth it to finish a budget record.

Oh my god…..he’s becoming a workaholic asshole. An absent husband!!

Dread began to build up in Tord’s chest as his thoughts began to spiral.

What if Thomas thought he didn’t love him anymore?? He wasn’t able to tell him he loved him this week!

Or worse! What if Thomas was falling into a state of anagapesis?! Falling out of love with him because he’s been a neglectful, unloving, asshole of a husband!!

“I hope you and your literal work wife are happy together.”

Tord felt himself blanch as the blood began to drain from his face. An unwanted image of his husband, of his dear sweet Thomas, dabbing a handkerchief to his eyes as tears fell down his cheeks. Imaginary Thomas continued to sob as he slammed a piece of paper onto his desk, still weeping heavily into the white lacy handkerchief he kept to his face.

Tord looked down at the paper on his desk in sheer horror.

Divorce papers.

“I’m leaving you for a real man, Tord Larsin!”

Tord looked back up at imaginary Thomas in front of his desk, only to stand up in shock as a faceless man holding a crudely made instrument had pulled his husband to his side. Imaginary Thomas wept into his shoulder before glaring back at him, causing Tord to physically flinch.

“Hello!” The faceless man greeted cheerily with a wave. “Yes I am a real man!”

“He plays the bass, actually LIKES ska, has a normal job at a coffee shop, and thinks anime is super weird!” Imaginary Thomas huffed and hugged himself closer to the homewrecker. “And he actually pays attention to me and LOVES me! Unlike YOU!” Imaginary Tom sniffled before the faceless man began to turn them both away.

“Okay honey say bye bye now! Let us go to our real people home and have many children!”

Imaginary Tom looked back at him, glaring balefully.

“Goodbye, Larsin.”

Tord let out a horrified shriek, thankfully unheard due to his soundproofed office.

NO FUCKING WAY WAS THAT EVER GOING TO HAPPEN!!!

He bolted over his work desk, uncaring of the paperwork that was sent flying in every which way, as he burst out of his own office with all the aggressive force of a charging bull and the desperation of a damned man running from the devil himself.

‘DON’T LEAVE ME FOR A BARISTA, THOMAS!!!!’

Should he be concerned that he had just had a vivid and active hallucination?

Well yes.

But that wasn’t his main concern at the moment, plus, he was much too sleep deprived to be thinking straight anyway. Ah, such is life, and love, supposedly.

Tord ran down the hall, his vision tunneling and his train of thought chugging along on just one, heavily walled, and extremely magnetized, track. He could feel his heart thundering in his chest as thoughts of his beloved husband visiting a coffee shop was starting to form into an irrational fear, the back of his thoughts were already thinking up of ways to get his Thomas quality coffee that was so goddamned good he would never even want to set foot in some whore coffee shop!

Thomas was his, his, HIS!

NO FUCKING BASS PLAYING BARISTA WAS GOING TO TAKE HIM FROM HIM.

LIKE HELL!!

….

….Though…would Tom be happier with a bass playing barista??

All at once, Tord found himself skidding to an abrupt halt, his boots squeaked loudly at his sudden cease of motion, the momentum nearly making him fall flat to his face if he hadn’t caught himself on time.

Tord clasped his hands together, his eye staring at nothing as he began to think deeper about- a frankly goofy- the situation. He wasn’t sure if it was the sleep deprivation, but the more he thought about it, the more he wondered if he even deserved his beloved at this point, seeing as he spent a week practically acting as though Thomas didn’t even exist.

If he could stand to ignore his husband for a week in favor of accounting, what if he could do it for a month?? A year?? Hell YEARS?!

That didn’t sound like love.

What if Tom would be happy with barista bass player real man??

Tord’s overworked, over exhausted, and sleep deprived mind ran around him in circles.

He felt himself began to tear up.

Oh GOD, after he had promised his Thomas on the day they were married, after he had promised him he was a changed man, that he was going to be better, that he well and truly loved him, that he was so sorry for all the years and all the times he had made him cry, how he was so so sorry for ruining their lives when he left him behind, how he- Huh, wait why is Thomas’ office lights still on??

Tord blinked rapidly, coming back to himself as quick as his spiraling mind could allow. He straightened himself up and tilted his head at the sight before him.

Up ahead, at the end of the hall opposite of his own office, the doors to his beloved’s office were opened just a crack, letting the warm light from within spill out into the semi-shadowed hallway he was standing in. Thomas was never one to leave his lights on when he had gone home, even more so keep his doors open, his husband had always liked his privacy, so his office doors were always closed to everyone but Tord, as he also had a key to it anyway.

Frowning, Tord slowly approached the office doors, his hand carefully inched down to the pistol holster at his side, just in case.

Once he reached the dark wood double doors, Tord carefully pushed one of them open just a little more. He evened out his breathing as he took a peek into the office, because if some intruder thought they could just waltz into his beloved’s space, well, they would wish that they hadn’t.

Part of him hoped it was a bass playing barista, somehow.

What he saw however, instantly melted any of his aggression away.

There, reclined on his chair and sleeping soundly, was his beloved husband, Tom.

Tord felt himself smile softly as he fully opened the door, careful not to make any sound as he stepped into the room.

Thomas’ office was much smaller than his own, which was really just at the behest of his beloved. Tom claimed that he didn’t even know what he’d do with so much space, seeing as most of his duties and operations were focused on field work more than anything, and when he had no active operations, he’d spend more time in Tord’s office to help him handle logistics at HQ. So really, even having his own office didn’t seem all too practical anyway.

Which Tord swiftly dismissed, saying that he had to have a place where he could posture his authority, seeing as he was a Lieutenant General of the RA (and unofficially its Army Director). Plus….well, they could use the extra space for other things….

Tom had slapped him on the arm for suggesting that, calling him a ‘depraved weaboo’ for even thinking about it.

Well, what does that say about him? When he let Tord bring a couch that could convert into a bed into his office without a single word?

Yeah, Tom needed his own office. For sure. Not for any ulterior reason of course. Like he said, it was to posture authority. Yep.

Tord passed by the couch and gave it a fond pat as he did so.

He circled Tom’s desk and immediately made his way to his beloved’s side, his gaze softened as he leaned down to get closer to his husband. Tord chuckled as he brushed at the stray lock of hair that refused to be gelled out of Tom’s face like the rest of them, his husband was annoyed by it but Tord thought it was cute.

He sighed as he cupped the side of Tom’s face, but the smile on his own dropped when he noticed the blinking lights on Tom’s visor.

Was….was Tom in subcon-command?!

HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN?!

“Kjaerlighet!” Tord took his husband’s face in his hands, lightly slapping at his left cheek as his right hand took in his vitals. “Kjaerlighet!! Tom!! Thomas!!” His right arm beeped and gave him a readout of Tom’s vitals through a holo-screen. Tord’s eye snapped to the data, quickly taking in the status of his idiot husband, thankfully nothing seemed to be amiss aside from the usual high brain activity that came from being in sub-com.

Tord blew out a frustrated breath and turned back to his still dozing husband, he pressed a finger from his robotic hand to the side of Tom’s visor. The action caused Tom’s head to roll a little to the side, causing the other to mumble something Tord didn’t hear, but it did make him smile in exasperation. “R.L. OV3 3447-Alpha.” A series of robotic chirps responded to his code, accepting his override access. Tord placed his free hand to the other side of Tom’s head as he prepared to remove the visor from his husband.

“39-Lima-550-“

“TT3 SL-Delta.”

“YEAOW!” Tord reeled back, shaking both his hands, as a controlled shocked coursed up his arms. The fingers on his robotic arm spasmed and whined, while his flesh hand smoked due to his glove still being on when he had been electrocuted. He huffed and bit at the singed finger of his white glove, he pulled it off his hand and let it fall to the ground before turning an incredulous, wide-eyed look, at Tom. Who, at this point, had reset his chair so he could sit upright, his arms had crossed as he looked at Tord.

“Kjaerlighet!” Tord meant for it to be scolding, but instead it came out as a whine when Tom tilted his head at him. God help him. He was so weak to his husband. “What was that for?! I know you were subcomming! You know how dangerous that feature is! Didn’t I tell you not to do it without me, Bing, or Larry present?!”

“I don’t need babysitting, Tord. I know what I was doing.” Tom sighed as he propped an arm against the desk beside him, he leaned his head against his palm. “Besides, I wasn’t sub-com for that long, it’s only been a quarter of an hour actually.”

“Still!” Tord strode forward once his robotic hand stopped twitching, he knelt in front of his husband as Tom let him take his free hand into his own. “You know how I feel about you doing these things, kjaere. The sub-com system is still experimental, the mental stress it causes you is too much.” He brought his husband’s hand to his lips, just pressing against it, mumbling into the skin. “I’m scared that something could happen to you…while I’m not there…”

“Tord….” Tom squirmed on his seat as he looked down at his husband. He had wanted to deflect, sometimes Tord was just too overbearing, too overprotective of him, but it was difficult when Tord was being vulnerable with him. Sure, his husband was a paranoid bastard, but it was born from years of his time at war with the rest of the world, born from his fear of…well….losing him.

Its so unfair, it used to be so easy to jab back at his husband.

…Maybe he really was getting old, hell….

Tom sighed and took his hand back from Tord, the split second look of heartbreak on the other’s face quickly disappearing once he settled his hand to the side of Tord’s face. “Elskede, look, I really did know what I was doing, but I didn’t mean to scare you like this. I was only trying to oversee the night watch while you were still at work, and I just…” As if on cue, Tom yawned into his other hand, “I just..got tired…is all. I thought I could let my body rest while still overseeing night watch, which, ugh, wasn’t even worth it. I still feel like shit….”

“Well, why are you even here, kjaere??”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Tom gestured at him from top to bottom with his free hand. “You, Tord. You’ve been overworking lately, Paul has been complaining about your hours instead of his own. Patryck is becoming concerned with your mental state, he says you’ve been jumpier than usual.”

Tord felt his heart sting when Tom let out another yawn.

Patient two. His husband was patient two.

As if he didn’t feel bad enough about neglecting his love….now he dragged him into this.

“God, fifteen minutes sub-com but not even that made me feel rested.”

Swallowing his guilt, Tord chuckled, albeit shakily. “Your brain activity is insanely high when you sub-com, Thomas.” Tord rested his hand on top of Tom’s own on his cheek as he looked up at him. “Of course you would still be tired, Bing didn’t invent it for napping while working purposes you know?” He chuckled again as Tom huffed. “It’s an emergency feature, in case someone manages to knock you out in the field, so you can take control of the remote weaponry to defend yourself.”

“Yeah yeah, couldn’t hurt to try though, right?”

“Thomas you could have fried your brain, it would have hurt to try.”

“You’d never let me get hurt like that though.”

Tom meant it to be teasing, but Tord only smiled up at him, adoration plain on his face as he leaned up into his husband’s space. Tom was caught off guard when Tord suddenly went in for a kiss, pushing him back against his chair in the process as his husband moved to deepen it. It wasn’t even much of a dirty kiss, it simply felt as though Tord was trying to press as close as he could, still, by the end of it, Tom felt a little lightheaded as Tord pulled back, he was a little ashamed to admit that he chased the other’s lips when he did.

Tord rested their foreheads together and caressed the side of his face, still smiling.

“Never. I would never let anything hurt you, my love.”

Tom’s heart skipped a beat at the tone of his voice. He felt his face heat up. Stupid Norwegian and his stupid declarations of love…

“Yeah, well…cool, I guess…” Tom had turned his head to the side as his embarrassment reached a new high. Even after all these years, he still wasn’t sure how to respond to Tord’s earnestness, he felt really shitty for it, but Tord had always reassured him that he knew that he loved him, because of course his husband would. Tord just seems to know the things Tom could never say outright.

He glanced back at his husband, though he didn’t move his head back.

And found Tord looking absolutely shattered.

…huh???

(Well, maybe SOMETIMES he doesn’t know the things Tom could never say outright.)

“Tord-?”

“I am so sorry, kjaerlighet.” Tom ‘blinked’ in surprise, the visuals in his visor glitching out in response to his emotional state. He furrowed his brows and squeaked when Tord suddenly took both his hands and clasped them together within his own. The Norwegian leaned further into his face, disappointingly not for another kiss, causing his chair to lean backwards into a dangerous position.

“Aye-! Hey! Tord you’ll make us fall-!”

“Please please PLEASE forgive me my love!!” Tord wailed as he continued to lean into Tom’s space. “I didn’t mean to neglect you this week!! I didn’t mean to be such an asshole!! PLEASE forgive me kjaerlighet!”

“Hey! Shh! Tord! We’re in public! Don’t be so loud!! Don’t call me that!”

Tom switched his visor into his command screens and immediately selected the base cameras. He flicked through the cams until he found the main HQ building cameras, more specifically the ones that were stationed outside his office as well as the general area radius of Tord’s own office. Thankfully, none of the staff had decided to hang back like the two of them had, even maintenance had made themselves scarce. And what night guards they had wouldn’t make their rounds here until after 3 a.m. so for now they were in the clear.

He sighed in relief and relegated the cams footage to the lower right corner side of his visor screen.

Only to come face to face with a teary eyed looking Tord who took up his entire vision.

“Bwah! Tord-!”

“I AM SO SORRY, THOMAS!!” Tom instantly found himself gathered up into his husband’s arms and out of his office chair. He wheezed and choked as Tord squeezed him close as he sobbed. “PLEASE PLEASE P L E A S E DON’T LEAVE ME! MY LOVE I AM SO SORRY FOR NEGLECTING YOU!! PLEASE LET ME STILL CALL YOU MY LOVE!! PLEASE!! YOU ARE STILL MY KJAERLIGHET RIGHT?!”

“To-AUGH!- ORD!!” Tom gasped out as he pushed against his husband’s hold. “Not…the….point!!” He managed to put a little bit of space between them, his legs kicking uselessly below him the moment Tord lifted him up. He glared down at his stupid idiot of a husband who only returned a kicked puppy look at him, Tom took in a deep breath and internally braced himself against Tord’s pleading look. He is not THAT weak to his husband. He is not THAT weak to his husband. He is not THAT weak to his husband-

“We’re in public idiot!” Tom slapped him lightly on the chest. “I was okay with it when your voice was low, but you are screaming it out now!”

“The offices are soundproof!”

“YOU DENSE-! My doors are open, Tord!!”

Tom gestured stiffly at the double doors which Tord had failed to shut closed when he first came in. Tord looked over to the side, he thinned his lips.

“…Ah…..”

“Yeah, ‘Ah’. God you’re daft when you don’t get enough sleep..” Tom pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation. “For your information, before you start panicking, I checked the cams. No staff. No maintenance. Night guards won’t make their rounds here till three.” Tom huffed when Tord pulled his wide eyed gaze away from the open doors.

Tom hooked his fingers under Tord’s chin, gently coaxing the man to look up at him. “Hey, eyes on me.” He sighed at the look on his husband’s face, most likely he was just starting to realize the danger he could have put them into now that he seemed to be thinking straight. Tom cooed at him, gently brushing at the hair that fell over the scarred side of his face.

“Elskede, we’re alright, be calm.” He pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I’m here.” He kissed his cheek. “You’re here.” He kissed the scarred side of his face. “There’s no one else but us.” Tord shut his eye in response, allowing Tom to kiss his eyelid as his husband hugged him closer, leaning his ear against his chest. Tom carded his fingers through his hair. “What can you hear?”

“….Your heart…”

“And why is that?”

“…Because we’re here….because you’re mine…”

“And you are mine.” Tom finished as he felt Tord begin to relax. His husband shifted his hold on him, carrying him bridal style but still refusing to relax his grip, burying his face into his neck as he breathed in slow. Tom laughed lightly at the action, continuing his previous ministrations on Tord’s hair. “..What’s this about neglect Tord? What brought this on??”

“…….” Tord sniffled against his skin. Tom had to stop himself from chuckling. His husband could just be so goofy at times, he really had to talk to him about his habit of scaring himself with his own thoughts, or better yet, maybe he should talk to his therapist about his husband’s self-destructive habit. “….I wasn’t….around…”

“I’m sorry love?”

“I haven’t….I haven’t been good to you…”

Now it was Tom’s turn to feel incredulous, he sent a baffled look his husband’s way, but Tord was still hiding his face against his neck so he wouldn’t be able to see it. “You haven’t-? In what way have you not been good to me?”

“I neglected you this week!” Tord admitted into his skin, with just so much genuine panic it almost sent Tom reeling. “I prioritized my work over my husband! I brushed you off!! I was being an absentee asshole and now you’re going to fall out of love with me and- and you’ll go to a coffee shop because I haven’t found any good coffee yet and you’ll meet a barista and he plays bass and makes you laugh and then you’ll divorcemebecauseyoudontlovemeandthenyou’llmarrybassbaristaandhavekidswithhimandI’MgonnadiealoneBECAUSEI’LLNEVERLOVEANYONEELSEBUTYOU-“

“Hey hey hey! Tord breathe! What??? Coffee shop?? Bass barista????? Darling what are you talking about????”

“I left you all on your OWN for an ENTIRE WEEK!” Tord looked up at his face, the sheer anguish on his face more comical than not to Tom who was starting to find the whole situation too outlandish to take seriously. “I don’t even say ‘I love you’ that much anymore!!”

Tom looked down at his husband, his mouth partway open in disbelief and shock. He floundered a bit, before he gave up and let his head fall into his hands. “Oh my god….Tord Larsin, never EVER try to burn the midnight oil for multiple days, ever again starting now.” He felt his own exhaustion start creeping into his bones, he let himself go limp as he leaned against his husband’s chest. “You and I are not as young as we used to be, at this point, if you try to even stay up past 8 p.m., I’m pretty sure you’ll start getting brain damage.”

“But- kjaere- the barista.”

“Tord.” Tom gritted out, instantly making Tord shut his mouth. “You’re delirious, you haven’t been sleeping well. You just made up a wacky arse scenario that is never going to happen.” Tom tiredly pulled at his left glove, he tucked it into his pocket and brought his hand up to Tord’s face. “See that ring? I married you you dense motherfucker, and god knows why I fell in love with you this hard,” He let his hand fall on top of his abdomen once he was sure he got his point across. “Fact of the matter is, commie, I’m not going anywhere. I’m just so disgustingly in love with you for some reason I can’t even explain.”

Tom nuzzled himself closer to his husband, who had gone unnaturally still. “So shut up already about this barista or whatever and just take me home….I’m tired, and I’m pretty sure I’m about to collapse so remember,” Tom lifted his head to stare into Tord’s eye, only smirking when he saw how red in the face his husband had become. “I love you, that isn’t changing any time soon. Okay?”

Tord only stared at him silently for a moment, before he leaned down, lifting Tom’s head up in tandem, and capturing his lips in a deep, swooping kiss, pouring every ounce of love and adoration he could muster for the man in his arms. The man he had been so lucky to have a chance to keep for himself, to hold close and listen to his heart, to keep by his side for the rest of his life. Someone who could love him for all his flaws, had seen his worst, and still decided that he saw something beautiful in him.

His kjaerlighet.

“I love you, so so much….”

“I love you too. Could we please go home now?”

Tord laughed quietly, subtly adjusting his grip once more before moving to exit the office. “Go to sleep, kjaere.” He pressed their foreheads together as they passed the threshold of the doors. “I’ll get us home safe. I promise nothing will hurt you.”

Tom smiled as he settled in Tord’s arms.

“I know.”

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