#please reply to this i spent so long typing it lol

[kisseobie]

jasmine

pairing: non idol jongseob x fem!reader

genre: fluff

a saccharine summer evening spent at your favorite nail parlor is so much sweeter when you’re accompanied by a boy made out of star-shaped tangerines 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

tags: established relationship, reader is slightly anxious, the sweetest boyfie seob, reader is sooo girly, slightly suggestive if you squint, jongseob thinks ur the prettiest girl in the world, usage of petnames (baby, princess, etc..), yall are so in love it’s sick, no smut in this but mdni pls

a/n: haiii everyone ^_^ so i haven’t written self inserts in years but i desperately crave more jongseob fics (as u can see from my last post lol) sooooo here i am!! this is very self indulgent but if i like how this goes i mighttttt start taking piwon requests :p please be kind as i haven’t written in a veryyyy long time… anyways enjoy 𓇼⋆｡˚

listening to: jasmine - dpr live ♪

“they have to soak off my previous set before they get started so you really don’t have to stay with me here if you don’t want to seob.. it’s gonna be 2 hours at least.”

you shyly inform him as you begin to retrieve your phone from your back pocket to search for your appointment confirmation email as the pair of you come to a gentle halt in front of the entrance of your favorite nail salon. you pause before entering, turning to face towards him as the salty breeze of the nearby boardwalk cards through jongseob’s copper colored hair, a sight that makes you swoon. “you sure you won’t be bored?” you ask shyly, and jongseob gives you a toothy grin in return, eyes crinkling softly as he tilts his head towards the sliding doors of the salon, a sweet and silent reply to your hesitance that speaks, “i’m never bored when i’m with you”. he slowly lifts his hand to tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear and kisses your cheek, all whilst interlacing his fingers with your slightly smaller ones as you both make your way into the salon.

you somehow find yourself falling deeper and deeper in love with him.

it’s been just short of a year since kim jongseob first approached you, fidgeting with the fabric of his favorite hoodie and swaying back and forth on his heels to ease his nerves as he asked you for your number. the sweet boy expected for you to kindly let him down (partly because you had never spoken to him a day in your life, and partly because of the gorillaz logo on his apparel), but to his astonishment, you simply punched your number into his keypad, and one text reading: “hi :)” led to a plethora of late night conversations, hushed giggles shared in his bedroom, and coffee flavored kisses in the mornings (much to his roomates’ dismay).

he’s wearing that same hoodie this evening too.

the domesticity of your blooming relationship is new, but never unwelcome, so it didn’t surprise you when he asked to accompany you when you were cuddled up with him a few nights ago, haphazardly mentioning that you were planning to get a new set of acrylics soon. seob had been paying for your previous sets despite your constant disapproval, but this was his first time going with you to a booking, and it felt oddly intimate, like you were starting to enter a more serious stage of your relationship.

jongseob’s reassurance allows you to let go of your irrational fear of him dying of boredom during your appointment, and with that, you two carry onto your seven o’clock session.

“girl, that’s your man? that’s the one you were telling me about?”

are the first words that leave your nail tech’s lips as as you settle down into her usual station, setting your purse to the side, straightening your jean skirt, and adjusting your bra strap as you question the surprise written all over her face. you had spent countless of sessions with her discussing your relationship with jongseob, her even being there for the details of your distant crush on him prior to you being asked out. always the persistent type, she had been practically begging for you to bring him around these last few appointments, mentioning something about “taking a good look” at the boy who had swiftly stolen your heart.

your tech must have noticed the slight blush of embarrassment appearing on your cheeks, because she jumped to clarifying her previous statement with, “i don’t mean that in a bad way babe! he’s definitely very attractive, i was just surprised you were so shy in approaching him is all.” at these words you tilted your head a bit, only more confused about the implications of what she was attempting to tell you.

“y/n, he was staring at you the entire time you were checking in like he’d hang the stars and moon for you if you’d ask. he had that dopey lovesick look and everything. he’s obviously smitten, you have literally nothing to worry about.” she relays to you with amusement as she dips your fingertips in acetone.

you let out a deep breath you didn’t know you were holding in and quietly giggle. “really? okay i’m really glad you said that, he’s been so sweet to pay for all of my sets without me even asking him to and i was just so worried that he’d hate me forever if he got bored sitting here. i think i’m just not used to doing simple chores with him rather than elaborately planned dates” you whisper to her. you then take a peek at your boyfriend’s comfortable form lounging on one of the hot pink seats of the salon, his nintendo switch clad in one hand, and his cheek pressing against the other. you notice he only has his left airpod in, just in case you needed to call for him. your heart melts at the sight, and you finally turn your full attention back to your tech, now removing your old set of nails.

as you wait patiently in your chair you begin to lightly sway your head to the song playing on a distant salon speaker, one that your boyfriend coincidentally has on repeat each time your with him nowadays. “it’s called jasmine, it reminds me of you.” is what you remember him telling you one morning, when you woke up for the first time in his bed, wired headphones connecting you both as the dpr live track overtook the cozy atmosphere.

every now and then you and seob glance at each other from across the salon, to which you both begin breaking out into big smiles and rosy cheeks. your nail technician carries on with replicating the reference nails you showed her to a T, but not without silently noting the heart eyes you and jongseob shoot at each other everytime your eyes happen to lock. this time, he mischievously motions for you to glance at your phone, a quiet “ding!” from your cell grasping both you and your tech’s attention.

[seobie ᥫ᭡]: you look so pretty right now baby, i’m so excited to feel your nails in my hair later lol

[seobie ᥫ᭡]: and maybe scratching my back too ;)

[seobie ᥫ᭡]: omg that was so embarrassing im so sorry please look away plead im so bad at this fuck

you look away from your screen embarrassingly fast, flustered and avoiding any eye contact with both your loser boyfriend (who is wallowing in his own embarrassment) and the woman now raising her eyebrows in front of you as she waits for your nails to cure under the uv lamp.

she is so making fun of you for that next time.

“andddd we’re done! just go wash your hands and your boyfriend can pay at the desk. he looks like he’s gonna flip if he isn’t holding you in some way in the next two minutes and i really don’t need to witness that.” she exclaims, not without exaggeratedly rolling her eyes and shaking her head.

you begin to fully assess your fresh new set of acrylics, now topped off with a sparkly clear coat. your nail tech even added some oil to your cuticles to try and make up for months of self-inflicted damage. after a minute of observing, you hum in approval, deducing happily that your boyfriend is going to love the colors you chose: tangerine with hints of cherry red to subtly match with his hair.

“perfect, just like always. thank you so much!” you say while handing her a generous tip, to which she holds out her hand in refusal and shakes her head. “no tip today, just go spend some time with him, i’m so happy for you y/n, seriously.” she replies kindly. you give her a hug to say thanks and tuck the cash back into your purse, turning and making your way towards the chair your boyfriend is currently occupying as he watches you with a warm smile, hands crossed in front of his chest as he holds back a laugh.

“what’s so funny?” you question as you approach him slowly.

“i called her beforehand and sent her a tip for you, i knew you were gonna try to pay somehow.” he giggles as he stands up. you scoff, but deep down you know you should have known he would outsmart you like this.

“i can’t believe you! i’ve told you a hundred times before that i don’t want you to spend your money on me!” you try to reason with him, to which he cuts your frustration off with a simple “who’s going to take care of you then, princess? now show me your nails!” he says as he hovers his hands in front of him, a signal for you to follow suit so he can observe the result of the previous two hours of work.

you decide to drop the subject for now and let excitement take over once again at his request, bouncing up and down whilst placing your hands atop of his palms, not allowing him to speak before you explain that “they match your hair, see? i asked her to do orange and red ombre!! and i know you love stars so i also asked her to add little golden star studs on my pinky nails! what do you think babe?” you half squeal out at him, clearly awaiting his approval.

“you did this for me?” he asks.

you deflate a little, dreading the small chance that your next words will result in an underwhleming reaction from him. “well yeah, sorry if it’s weird, i just wanted to do something nice since you offered to accompany me even though you would just be sitting in your chair for two hou—” he cuts off your anxious rambling with a strong kiss to your lips, followed by both of his palms covering the sides of your face to pull you impossibly closer. you gasp from the sudden movement, and just as you close your eyes to reciprocate, your boyfriend pulls back to show you the prettiest smile you have ever seen on his face.

“i guess you like them.” you sheepishly respond, holding back a smile equally as large.

he just replies by peppering your tanned skin with tangerine flavored kisses, each peck accompanied with the words “i love you, i love you so much”.

you and jongseob finally step out of the salon hand in hand, the cool air blowing onto your faces as you squeeze your interlocked fingers. jongseob presses on the pedestrian call button with one hand as you both anticipate the streetlamp to shift to green. you fill the comfortable silence with giggles and the occasional kiss to the cheek the entire commute to the subway, uncaring of prolonged glances from onlookers. words are only spoken an hour later when you’ve finally enter the warmth of his (and practically your) bedroom. jongseob turns towards you this time, clearly not as timid as he was hours before, smirking while pronouncing,

“in case you were still wondering, that offer from my text earlier still stands…”

it’s your turn to roll your eyes and shut him up, tugging him roughly towards you with the front of his stupid hoodie as your mouths connect with an urgency you’ve never felt before, the pair of you hurriedly falling on top of his bed as your nails make contact with his scalp.

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in the quiet of the night, considered by some as early hours of the morning, jongseob holds your bare frame tightly against his own as he strokes his hand along your freckled back. your warm breaths tuck into the small crevices of his chest as your tangerine tinted nails draw hearts lightly into his skin, and with that, the two of you gradually lull into a peaceful slumber, but not before you look up at him and whisper,

“i did it for you.”

a/n: mwahahahahahahahaha it’s finally out.. thank u for being patient!! it was honestly so motivating to see that despite the fact that so many people had never read my writing before, their love for jongseob made them crave this fic soooo much LMFAOO we all are so down bad for this man it’s a bit insane. anyways like i said i haven’t written for years so this was short and a little choppy but i tried my best and hopefully i’ll get better with time ^_^ anyways i’ll be finishing up my next fic soon and then i’ll start working on requests!! thank u for reading, it means a lot to me <3

please do not repost my writing!

tags:

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[clementine-writes-things]

Cara Mia - E.N

(This is about Paul Dano's Riddler, welcome Dano stans, welcome to my sinful blog and prepare for filthy and in-depth writing <3 if you're new here, all you need to know is that we LOVE including music in our fanfics and we LOVE realistic/detailed writing <3 you'll see what I mean and you'll love it sweetie)

Summary: Y/n and Edward were old friends who grew up in the same orphanage together. Not liking the person he is becoming, she tries to get him to find other ways to defend Gotham's civilians. Strangely, she succeeds in this. But, Edward still wants to show them how confident he has gotten since they last saw each other. (crappy summary, just read this post lol.)

Word count (everything below cut): 14,462 (GUYS WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED I THINK I WENT INTO A TRANCE WRITING THIS THING?! WHY IS IT 5 YEARS LONG!? PLEASE DON'T LET THIS FLOP I'LL MOVE TO ANTARTICA IF IT DOES I WORKED SO HARD ON THIS!!!)

Content Warning: AFAB!Reader, she/they pronouns (using mostly she for easier narrative purposes but Edward refers to y/n as they), non-binary reader, queer reader, mentions of homophobia, body dysmorphia, gender dysmorphia, transphobia, explicit language, panic attack, mentions of cigarettes, slowburn smut, penetration, mocking during sex, degrading/humiliation, praising, power play, ROUGH sex, slapping, dom!Edward, obsessed!Edward, sub!Reader, threats of violence directed towards y/n, angst, mentions of gore and murder, y/n is an artist in this <3, breaking in (ed breaks in to y/n's apartment), ed gets angry a lot, aftercare.

Songs for Inspo: (highly recommend you listen while reading (not in any particular order tbh)) bro i spent like 30 minutes finding the PERFECT songs that gave off the vibes I wanted Edward to have in this fic...pls appreciate D:

Aleph - Gesaffelstein

Anarchy - KMFDM

Something In The Way - Nirvana (not bc it was in the movie, it's just so aesthetically pleasing for this type of fic)

THIRST FOR ME! - Lumi Athena

YOU'RE TOO SLOW (Bonus) - Odetari

all I want is you - Rebzyyx, hoshie star

NALGOTICA! - Lumi Athena

Daydream In Blue - I Monster

MONTAGEM - PR FUNK - S3BZS

Lacrimosa - Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

Y/n's songs:

mos thoser - food house

Ride - Sir-Mix-A-Lot

ecstasy (slowed) - SUICIDAL-IDOL

~*Read Below Cut*~

"Uh, yeah may I have an iced coffee please? With almond milk please."

The customer handed over a 10 dollar bill. Y/n smiled from behind the counter, nodding her head. She entered the purchase and gave the customer their change. Y/n's hair was put back in a ponytail that stuck out of her work visor. Going to grab a cup, she stopped, laughing softly. Turning to the customer, she tilted her head.

"Sorry, Ms. Andrews, what size did you want? I know you usually get a grande, but I just want to make sure." She asked politely.

The older woman, near her mid 40's chuckled. She swatted her slender hand at y/n playfully. Her nails were painted a bright pink with white polka dots, a suggestion from y/n herself. Earlier last week Ms. Andrews had asked for an idea of what to paint her nails. Y/n told her to go big and bold, have some fun! And, that's exactly what she did.

"Oh, y/n you are so kind. A grande is fine as always." She smiled.

Y/n nodded, grabbing the clear cup and scooping some ice into it. The woman placed a 5 dollar bill in the tip jar, which caused y/n to grin dorkily. It was only her working tonight, so she really appreciated the gratuity. Especially coming from one of her favorite customers.

"So, almond milk? What happened to oat? Are you trying something different?" She asked, making light conversation as she made the drink.

"Oh, nothing like that. I really love oatmilk in my coffee, but I find that it upsets my stomach. It's a shame really."

"Aw, well almond milk is a good choice!" Y/n replied cheerfully.

Placing the drink down, the woman smiled at her. Yawning, she covered her mouth with her hand. Y/n chuckled at the sight, wiping down the counter once Ms. Andrews took her drink. The smell of the cleaner filled the air, mixing with strong coffee beans and fruity mixtures. It was pungent, but the ceiling fan helped distribute it and filter it out.

"Get home safe, y/n. Gotham isn't safe for anyone, let alone a sweet person like you." The woman warned.

Y/n nodded at Ms. Andrews. Focusing back down to the counter, she waved good bye to the woman, watching out of the corner of her eye as she left the shop. Sighing, y/n rubbed a bead of sweat off of her forehead. She groaned, looking up at the clock. It was 11:55 p.m. Her shift ended in 5 minutes, and everything was all clean except for the utensils she just used. Getting right to work, she began to clean the dishes, zoning out as she did so. Thoughts of her childhood raced through her head, causing her to feel somber. It wasn't much of a childhood, growing up in an orphanage. But, she did have one friend.

~

"Eddie, I don't know the answer! Give me Sir Clawdius back!" Y/n groaned.

Edward, being taller than her by a few inches already, stood on top of a bucket. In his hands was y/n's teddy bear, well, the orphanage's teddy bear. Y/n decorated it however, giving it a makeshift crown made out of pipe cleaners, glue, and those colorful puffy cotton balls. Sticking his tongue out, he blew a raspberry at y/n.

"Nah uh! You gotta answer the riddle!" He explained.

"Ugh, fine! What was it again?" She asked, crossing her arms over her chest in a pout.

The two of them, being 11 years old at the time, looked like bickering 5 year olds. Edward had met y/n in the orphanage when they were 7, and they quickly became close friends. Y/n was always the hyper one who got into trouble easily, and Edward was the one who tried to help her wiggle her way out of it. He was definitely the smarter one out of the duo.

"What do you call a bear with no teeth?" He asked, waving the bear in the air.

"Be careful with him, he's a delicate soul!" She whined.

He chuckled awkwardly, holding it still above his head. Y/n looked at the ground, thinking hard about the riddle. She knew that it wasn't that hard, but she always had a difficult time with riddles. Perhaps, it was just because she was under pressure. Her eyes widened, snapping her fingers and bouncing up and down lightly.

"A gummy bear!" She giggled.

Jumping down, Edward handed her Sir Clawdius. Smiling, she grabbed the bear and held it close to her chest. Edward gave her a thumbs up, a big grin on his face.

"Hey, you're getting better, sketcher!" He cheered.

Y/n giggled when he called her that. The nickname was stupid, not making any sense to anyone else but them. The shoes that she wore all the time were sketchers, and she loved to draw. So, Edward, being a genius, came up with that intelligent nickname. The two of them both agreed it wasn't the most clever, but they both liked it either way. So, it stuck.

"Well, you give me lots of opportunities to improve, Riddles." She chuckled.

~

The dishes were all dry and put away as she finished thinking about her old friend. She still had a hard time believing that the little boy he once was was now planning the demise of Gotham. It was definitely jarring, and it was obvious that it was him. She knew Edward well, no one ever loved riddles as much as he did. If someone did, then that would be the day that pigs flew.

"Time to lock up..." She sighed.

Grabbing her tote bag, she hung it on her shoulder. She turned all of the lights off and made sure everything was put away and turned off. Once she was done, she grabbed the lanyard attached to her pants and locked the backdoor. She set the alarm for the building and quickly made her way out, locking the front door behind her. Shivering, she started to walk down the street, lucky that she only lived a block away. Snow fell down from the sky, landing on her eyelashes, disappearing once she blinked them away.

"Fucking shit it's cold out here." She mumbled to herself, rubbing her hands together.

She sped up her walking pace, ignoring how much her feet hurt from standing behind the counter all night. Not only did she want to get out of the bone-chilling cold, but she also wanted to get out of the streets of Gotham at night. Especially so close to the Narrows. No part of Gotham was safe, but the closer to the Narrows you got, the more dangerous it became. Y/n's mouth stretched out, forming an 'O' as she yawned harshly. Tears formed in the corner of her eyes, blinking them away rapidly.

"God, I'm fucking tired. Thankfully, it's Friday! This bitch doesn't work weekends for a reason." She quietly cheered.

Turning the corner, she sighed in relief when her apartment building came into view. Speeding up even more, she went inside of it, feeling like someone was watching her as she did so. Shrugging it off, she made her way up the stairs until she reached the floor she resided on. Reaching her door, she unlocked it and stepped inside, closing and locking it behind her. Standing still for a few moments, she dropped her tote bag on the table next to the door. She was too lazy to put it anywhere else. Groaning, she walked into her bedroom, stripping herself of her work clothes immediately. She made quick work of getting a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie on, humming to herself when the warmth of the fabric embraced her body. Not feeling fully 'swaddled', y/n slid on a pair of fluffy socks as well. She felt like a sheep who desperately needed it's wool to be shaved off. And, after walking in that cold, she was totally ok with that feeling.

'bing!'

Y/n grabbed her phone off of her bed, tossing it there when she was changing. Turning it on, the light illuminated her face as she read the notification. She pinched the bridge of her nose, groaning as she did so. Pushing the notification, she entered her pin number and grumbled to herself as a livestream opened.

"Hello, my loyal followers! Apologies, for such a late livestream..." Edward announced.

Y/n rolled her eyes, immediately typing in chat. She did not watch his livestreams because she believed in what he was doing. Well, she agreed with his thoughts, that corruption was taking over Gotham and that a change needed to be made. But, it was how exactly he was doing it that she didn't agree with. Plotting murders, wanting to blow up the sea walls, seeking attention from The Batman. He had not done any of these things yet, thankfully. But, just the fact that he had been planning and discussing it was disturbing to her. It was insane. Her fingers typed away, almost as if they knew what they needed to do without her brain telling them. However, she knew what would happen if she sent the message. But, she needed to. She wanted to get through to him.

'Riddles, you've got to stop this. You're taking this too far. There are better ways in which you can advocate for Gotham. And you know it. Seeing you like this breaks my heart. It's getting hard to watch these livestreams. - Sketcher.'

Edward, who was in the middle of talking, fell silent almost immediately. Y/n saw his eyes dart around behind his glasses, reading the message. He panted slightly, shaking his head vigorously. Scoffing, y/n shook her head as well, knowing what was about to happen.

"You don't understand! This is the ONLY way! We experienced this cities torment first hand! THIS IS THE ONLY WAY! Why don't you trust me, Sketch? Hm? All of my noble followers trust me. They KNOWWWW I can bring JUSTICE for them!" He shouted, his voice frantic and borderline desperate.

'God, someone find that buzzkill and kill them already...'

Edward's eyes widened as he read that chat. Y/n chuckled lightly, placing her phone on her bed, preparing for the tantrum that was about to ensue. Grabbing a hairbrush off her nightstand, she started to brush her hair, listening to her old friend scream.

"If you do that, I WILL know. And I WILL FIND YOU AND GUT YOU LIKE A FISH! I WILL FLAAAAY YOUR BODY AND SHOVE YOUR PEELED SKIN DOWN YOUR THROAT!" He shouted, his voice peaking in the livestream.

For the past few weeks, y/n had been watching his live streams. Every time he had one, she would leave a message, and he became obsessed with proving himself to her. In his mind, y/n was the one person who didn't believe in him. She was the one person he really needed validation from. Y/n sighed, placing the brush down. Quickly, she typed a response and hit send. Edward's eyes immediately scanned it, ignoring everyone else in the chat. His priority was y/n. He read the message out loud quietly.

"I'm going to bed now, it's been a long day. I'm starting to give up on you. You're not the same person you we- WHAT?!?! IS ANOTHER DAY IN YOUR BORING BLAND LIFE TOO DIFFICULT FOR YOU? I AM THE SAME PERSON I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN! THE ONLY DIFFERENCE IS I HAVE FOUND MY PURPOSE!!!!!" He screamed once again, causing y/n to laugh.

Even though this was sad for her to witness, it was amusing to see him throw his tantrums. Steam was practically blowing out of his ears. If y/n was anyone else, she would be scared to death right now. But, she was y/n. She was Sketcher. And, even though Edward had changed a lot over the years, one thing would always remain the same. He would never hurt her. Y/n knew that Edward knew where she lived, and he has never once tried to go to her house. Though, y/n did worry about that every now and then. Not because she was worried he would hurt her, but because she didn't know if she could handle seeing her old friend so different.

"DON'T YOU DARE LEAVE! YOU are my INSPIRATION! My MUSE!" He exclaimed, laughing at the end of his sentence.

She scoffed, exiting the livestream. Once she did this, and Edward noticed, his face fell flat. The chat kept filling up with messages, but he just ignored them. When the chat got too overwhelming, he just ended the livestream without saying anything. He paced his room, back and forth, muttering to himself. Y/n still didn't understand him, even after preaching his cause every time she joined a livestream. He ripped his mask off, tossing it on his bed. His breathing got heavy as he started to hyperventilate. His chest heaved, causing him to stop pacing and sit down. Edward gripped at his hair, tugging lightly. When his breathing slowed down, he put his glasses back on, grabbing them from off of the floor. Sighing deeply, he cleared his throat and stood up.

"I need to see her in person. If I explain it in person, she'll understand. She has to. She has to understand!"

Frustrated, Edward got ready for bed. He was tired, and glad that he didn't have to work tomorrow. His eyes grew heavy as his head hit the pillow, drifting off into sleep as he thought of ways to show y/n that what he was trying to do was a good thing. That it was for her.

Y/n sat up in her bed, arms stretching out slowly as she yawned. A long and exaggerated groan left her throat as she rubbed her eyes, sleep in the corners of them. Looking outside of the window next to her bed, she watched as snow fell down, covering the railing of the fire escape. Y/n held her hand up to her face, breathing into it. She grimaced, displeased with her morning breath. Getting out of her bed, she slid on her slippers which were one of those animal kinds. She found unicorn ones at a store and just had to buy it. However, they seemed bland to her. So, she decided to make two fake cigarettes using some felt and cotton, sewing them to the unicorns mouth on each slipper. Y/n didn't even smoke cigarettes, she just thought it would be funny. And it was. So, mission accomplished.

"Shit, it's getting so cold out lately. It's Spring for fuck sake." She grumbled, going to the kitchen.

Opening her fridge, she scanned over her options. She didn't have much food, as she needed to do some grocery shopping. But, she did have enough to last her a couple more days. Sighing, she grabbed some leftover pizza from the other day and decided that it was the best thing she had for breakfast options. Well, she had other options, she just didn't want to cook anything. She planned on being a lazy shit today, and she was going to do exactly that. Placing the slice of pizza on a plate, she put it in the microwave for 30 seconds. While she waited, she took her daily medication, drinking the pills down with juice because if she used water she could taste the gross medicine. A beeping signaled that the pizza was warmed up.

"I'm so hungry..." She said, stomach growling.

She grabbed the pizza from the microwave, recoiling slightly because it was hotter than she expected. Apparently, 30 seconds was too much time. She would take note of that for future use. As if she had been starved for two weeks straight, y/n ate the pizza hungrily. Sighing, she washed the plate and dried it before putting it away again. Rubbing her eyes once again, she got rid of any remaining sleep that crusted in her eyes.

"Ok, time to relax."

'bing!'

"Oh, you've got to be fucking kidding me..." She mumbled.

Picking up her phone, she walked to the bathroom in her bedroom. She pushed the notification and propped it against her mirror as she grabbed her toothbrush. Edward, well, his persona at least, appeared on screen. His trademark green mask underneath a pair of clear glasses. Y/n shook her head softly, applying toothpaste to her brush before wetting it under the faucet. As Edward said hello to the people joining, y/n started to brush her teeth. Honestly, she had no idea why she joined the livestream. Perhaps it was her naivety that made her think he could change, but she still wanted to believe. Even if it wasn't looking so positive for her.

"Greeting, my loyalists. Your savior is here." He said flamboyantly.

Y/n rolled her eyes, spitting the mixture of water, spit, and toothpaste out of her mouth into the sink. She turned the water on, washing it down the drain. She rinsed her toothbrush off, putting it back where she got it from. Moving her head under the water, she took a small sip, swirling it in her mouth before spitting it out.

"He thinks he's royalty or some shit. It's so fucking annoying." She grumbled, grabbing her mouthwash.

Y/n decided not to text anything in the stream today, not wanting to deal with a tantrum again. She took a swig of the mouthwash, swishing it in her mouth. The strong mint smell and taste filled her senses, causing her eyes to water and mouth to burn slightly. Not able to handle it much longer, she spat it out. She rinsed out the sink once again, drying her hands afterwards. Y/n brought the hand towel up to her face, wiping off excess toothpaste.

"Sketcher. I know you're in here. Why aren't you saying anything?" He asked in a low tone, eyes narrowing behind his glasses.

Y/n brought the towel away from her face, hanging it back up on the hook next to the mirror. She picked up her phone, walking out of the bathroom and turning the light off behind her.

"Are you ignoring me?" His voice was hoarse, a hint of confusion lacing his question.

Y/n groaned, plopping herself down on the couch. She didn't want to listen to him anymore. He was becoming obsessed with her. Though, he had been acting like that since she watched his very first livestream. Part of y/n knew that it was because he wanted to prove himself to her, although she had no idea why. And another part of y/n knew, or at least believed, that Ed missed their friendship. To be fair, she missed their friendship too. It didn't necessarily end, more so evolved into something more. The two of them got an apartment together when they were forced to leave the orphanage after turning 18. It was difficult, but they managed. Living together caused them to share many life-changing moments of each other's lives together. Y/n remembered them so fondly, and she was sure Edward did too. However, one key moment stood out to y/n a lot more than all the other memories.

~ TW: gender dysmorphia, body dysmorphia.~

~

"Y/n, I'm back from work. They kept me late and wouldn't even explain to me why. Just wanted me to work longer, I suppose. But, at least I still got paid!" Edward said, walking in the front door of the apartment and locking it behind him.

He turned around, looking at the living room in the center of their apartment. His eyebrows furrowed as he didn't see y/n. Placing his keys in the bowl on the table next to the door, he hummed to himself. Removing his coat, he hung it up on the rack and removed his shoes.

"Are you in here?" He called out, slightly louder than before.

"Y-Yeah." Y/n responded, faintly.

Edward, who was looking at the door to her room, moved his sight to his door. Y/n's voice came from behind it, which confused him. Walking towards his door, he knocked on it lightly.

"Uh, why are you in my room?" He asked.

"Oh, I thought I lost my ph-phone charger in here. But, it's not in here." She answered.

Edward turned the doorknob, sighing in frustration as it didn't budge. He leaned up against his doorframe, shoulder resting on the surface. Crossing his arms over his chest, he looked down and saw her shadow move in the light that emitted from the gap of the door.

"Why is the door locked?" He asked bluntly.

Y/n didn't answer. Instead they stepped away from the door. Not sure what to do or say, she tried to pick up the mess she had made. Edward knew how to pick locks, thanks to growing up in an orphanage and trying to sneak dessert constantly. He would get inside eventually, and she didn't want him to see anything. Edward grimaced from behind the door, grabbing a bobby pin from his pocket. He tended to fidget a lot at work and he liked to play with a bobby pin. It was strange, but he found it soothing. He made swift work of picking the lock, which wasn't hard since it was not a complex lock at all. Opening the door, he pushed it open all the way, standing in the middle of it. Y/n froze, arms full of Edward's clothing, wearing one of his tank tops and a pair of his jeans. A bright red hue covered her cheeks as she made eye contact with her friend. At first, Edward just thought y/n was playing a light prank on him, just like they did in the orphanage. But, her eyes were watery and puffy. Her bottom lip was pulled down in a soft frown.

"Y/n? What are you doing?" He asked softly.

Y/n grabbed a blanket off of Edward's bed and pulled it over herself. Her figure under the blanket shook softly as she tried to contain soft sobs. Edward was perplexed by the scene before him, unsure of what to make of it.

"Don't look at me! Please, just get out!" She cried softly.

Edward, who was still standing in the doorway, walked over to her. He knelt down, reaching out to grab the blanket. Y/n scooted away, feeling his hand brush against the fabric. Edward slowly pulled his hand away. He sighed, looking around his room, hoping to get an understanding of what was happening. Y/n was known to have a few episodes regarding her childhood trauma, but they were nothing like this. They were never like this. This was very different. And Edward hated the feeling of not knowing what was wrong with his friend. His eyes landed on a few pieces of y/n's clothing, which he assumed is what she wore before. The rest of the clothes on the floor were his own.

"Why are you wearing my clothes?" He asked.

Y/n sniffled, poking her head out from under the blanket. Edward looked into her eyes, feeling his heart throb at her sad appearance. She sighed softly, removing the blanket from her entire body. Edward looked over her, other than the fact that she was wearing his clothes, nothing was out of the ordinary. Except...

Y/n covered her chest with her arms, trying to make it look like she was casually crossing her arms. Edward's eyes narrowed. The two of them were extremely close, and none of them were worried about the other looking at them in a creepy way. So, the fact that y/n was purposefully covering her chest set off some alarms in Edward's head. He paused for a moment, and then it clicked. Softly, he grabbed y/n's arms, pulling them away from her chest. He looked at it, noticing an extremely big difference. Y/n started to cry, hiding her face from him. Edward didn't look at his best friend's chest a lot. Not ever. He wasn't a creep. But, he knew that y/n was fairly heavy in the chest. And right now, she wasn't. He grabbed the bottom of his tank top that she was wearing, looking to her for permission. She didn't make eye contact with him, but Edward took her silence as confirmation. Lifting it up, he immediately winced. Y/n was not wearing a bra. Instead, her breasts were crudely duct-taped to her chest. The tape went around her entire chest, around her back, and connected in one loop, overlapping multiple times. The duct-tape dug into her skin harshly.

"Y/n..." He trailed.

"It hurts, Eddie..." She sobbed.

"I need to get this off of you." He stated, standing up.

Y/n reached out, grabbing his arm.

"No. I d-don't want to see th-em..." She choked.

He looked down at her, feeling his heart shatter. Edward already had a pretty good understanding of what happened while he was gone. But, that comment was what really set it in stone for him. He sighed, squatting back down and looking her in the eyes.

"You don't have to. But, I need to get this off of you." He said.

Y/n sniffled, wiping tears away from under her eyes. She nodded, pulling her knees to her chest as Edward grabbed some scissors from the kitchen. He felt stupid in this moment, not knowing exactly what to do. And, he always knew what to do. Panicking, he grabbed a bottle of aloe vera from the medicine cabinet and anti-bacterial ointment, just in case the duct tape broke her skin. Hurriedly, he went back in his room and placed the items on his bed. He bent over and picked y/n up, placing her on the bed as well. Edward got on his knees in front of her, noticing that she was avoiding eye contact with him. He grabbed the pair of scissors, placing a comforting hand on her knee.

"I will not look, y/n. I promise." He reassured.

Y/n nodded softly, a tear rolling down her cheek. Edward frowned, looking at the duct tape and trying to figure out where to start. Sighing, he looked at the part of y/n's cleavage that provided a gap to cut at. Using the scissors, he snipped a line down the middle before placing the scissors back on the bed. Just like he promised, he looked away as he lightly began to pull at the tape, wincing every time y/n flinched.

"Are you going to tell me why exactly you did this to yourself?" He asked, his voice undeniably stern.

Y/n looked out the window, Edward following her gaze as he continued to pull gently at the tape. She shrugging slightly, not sure of what to say. There was no way to say it other than to be blunt. But, she couldn't bring herself to be blunt.

"I don't like how I...I don't like my...I just wish..." She fumbled.

Edward listened, allowing her to take as much time as she needed. He ripped off a piece of duct tape slowly, crumpling it into a ball and throwing it on the floor. Y/n watched him throw it, lip trembling as she did so.

"I don't hate how I look. I like how I look. I just, there are some parts..." She sighed.

Edward nodded, removing another piece of duct tape. He kept his eyes way from her now revealed chest, moving on to her side. Y/n groaned, holding her head in her hands. This position made it harder for Ed to remove the tape, but he didn't say anything.

"I was born a girl, I know that. And, I like being feminine. I love it, actually. But, I don't feel like I'm just a girl...I don't want to be." Her voice was weak and shaky.

"Do you feel like one certain gender?" He asked, trying to help her navigate her feelings.

"No. I just feel like...me." She answered.

"Alright. Well, what are you?"

Y/n paused, looking down at the ground. She hadn't really thought about it before. It never really crossed her mind. But, now she was really thinking about it.

"I don't really want to be labeled as anything. I want to look feminine. But, I don't want people to think I'm just a girl. I don't feel like I'm just a girl. I don't know how to explain..." She sighed.

Edward removed the last bit of the duct tape off of her skin. Y/n shivered, her bare chest exposed. But, she was too numb to even care. Edward made sure he averted his eyes the entire time. He used some of the aloe vera and rubbed it into her red and irritated skin. Y/n hissed at the cold touch.

"I think, you explained it perfectly. As long as that is exactly what you feel. You're feelings in this situation are the only ones that matter. I just want you to know that I support you through whatever decision you make. Full heartedly."

Once Edward finished applying the aloe vera, he got up from off the ground. He walked over to his closet, grabbing something out of it. He looked at it for a little while, thinking to himself. Humming, he walked back over to y/n and handed the object to her, looking into her eyes the entire time.

"We can get a binder for you, if you'd like. I know it doesn't really work too well, but you can use this in the meantime." He said.

Y/n took the object and smiled when she realized what it was. It was a back brace. It was small enough to cover her chest. It wasn't the perfect size, but she appreciated whatever she could get. She put it on immediately, struggling only a little bit.

"Thank you..."

Edward tossed one of his shirts to her and watched as y/n caught it. She slid it on, smiling at how baggy it was. Ed smiled as well, giving her a pair of sweatpants too. Y/n looked at him curiously, her head tilting to the side.

"If you ever want to wear my clothes because it makes you feel more comfortable, you don't have to ask or be sneaky about it. You're welcome to wear whatever you need."

~

The meaningful memory made y/n tear up. He was so understanding about what she was going through. And, when she figured out who she really was, he was extremely supportive. Edward had immediately ask y/n what their pronouns were, to which she said she/they. Y/n said she didn't mind if people referred to her as she, but they was what they truly preferred. And ever since that day, he referred to y/n as they. Coming out as non-binary to their friend was easy because of how supportive he was. And then, the two of them started to date. Y/n remembered their first time with Edward. The two of them wanted it to be special. Their first time was vanilla, not wanting to take it too far. But, every time after that got hotter and hotter and kinkier and kinkier. Eventually, the two of them knew about all of their partner's kinks and turn ons. And, y/n was surprised to learn about how kinky Edward was.

~

"Oh fuck, Edward!" Y/n moaned, their fingers gripping at his hair tightly.

Their naked bodies were entwined with each other on his bed. Edward was normally a shy and reserved guy, but in the bedroom he was an entirely different person. He pulled away from biting on y/n's neck, licking a stripe from her neck to her chin. Y/n whined, bucking her hips upwards. Chuckling, Edward gripped their hips and slammed them against the bed. His dick was inside them, staying perfectly still.

"I know how desperately you want me to fuck you, but I expect you to have some control over your desires. If you can't be patient for it, then do you truly deserve it, chéri?" He teased.

Y/n moaned, they loved it when Edward would speak French. It was a language he taught himself in the orphanage, along with Italian and Latin. He sounded so suave when he talked in those languages.

"I'm so-orry..." Y/n pouted, trying their best to keep still.

Edward leaned his head back, letting out a sigh as he felt her tighten around him. His eyes squinted as he made a 'tsk' sound. Looking back down on her, Edward held onto their waist gently.

"Trop peu, trop tard..." He said softly.

Y/n tilted her head to the side, unsure of what he said. Edward smirked, a playful and mischievous glint in his eyes. He leaned forward, pressing his lips against their ear. His grip on her hips tightened, nails digging into their flesh.

"Too little, too late..."

~

Y/n shivered, feeling her stomach turn into a knot as she recalled the interaction. Swallowing a lump in her throat, she pushed the feeling away. It all ended when Edward started to talk about how he wanted to fix Gotham. His desire for a renewal eventually turned into an obsession, and y/n saw how dangerous it was getting. Even though it hurt her, she didn't want to be with him while he went down that path. It had been a year since they split up.

"I suppose, it is time I end this livestream my loyal followers." Edward said.

Y/n shook herself out of her thoughts, remembering that she was watching Ed's livestream. Looking at the time, she was shocked to see that she had spaced out for about 30 minutes, recalling her fond memories with Edward. She sighed, going to exit the stream when she realized she was the only one left in it. However, Edward's voice made her stop.

"Do you still live there, Sketcher?" He asked, voice monotone, almost a hint of sadness in it.

Y/n felt her breath hitch in her throat. Shakily, her hands typed an answer. For some reason, she felt scared of Edward in this moment. She never felt scared of him. His voice was ominous.

"I am not answering that, you should already know the answer."

Edward remained silent for a little while, staring at the camera. Y/n grew unsettled, unsure of what to do. He leaned towards the camera, cupping his hands over his mouth. Y/n prepared for him to whisper, holding the phone closer to their ear.

"FINALLY THEY SPEAK!" He yelled.

Y/n dropped their phone, wincing at their ear ringing. Edward chuckled from behind the camera, finding his yelling to be funny. Y/n grimaced, scoffing as she rolled her eyes.

"I miss you. Do you miss me? If you want me to come over, say nothing. If you don't, then say anything!" He giggled.

Y/n began to type, not understanding what he was trying to do. It was like he was purposefully trying to scare them. Like it was a game to him. And y/n didn't feel like playing it. But, before she could text anything, he ended the live.

"Dick." Y/n scoffed.

She glanced at the time on her phone, wanting to see how much time had passed by.

'2:50'

Y/n groaned, getting up from the couch, taking their phone with her. The whole conversation with Edward threw her off. Unsure of what she should do, y/n decided to draw. It helped calm their nerves when they got stressed out. They walked over to their desk that was in the corner of the room, right next to the T.V. Sighing, she pulled out her iPad, which they kept on the desk, and got their drawing software set up. They pulled up Spotify on their T.V and clicked the playlist they listened to when they drew. A song she didn't really care for played, so she used this time to go change into some better clothes to draw in. They discarded their current sweatshirt and sweatpants, left in their soft purple binder and matching underwear. They thought for a moment, not really sure of what to wear. As they thought about what to wear, they pulled their hair up into a ponytail, stretching out their back afterwards.

"Fuck it." She said.

Y/n pulled their sweatpants back on, not bothering to put a shirt on since the binder was fit like a tank top of some sorts. They slid their slippers back on, laughing at the fake cigarettes they added. Y/n walked back into the living room, going back to their drawing desk. They sat down and got right to work with their drawing.

Time had gone by fast as y/n was drawing, her entire mind being focused on her work. Y/n groaned, standing up from her chair to stretch out. Glancing at her phone, her eyes widened when she saw it was 9:52 at night. But, she hadn't finished her drawing yet, and she really wanted to. Sighing, they decided another hour or so couldn't hurt. She looked at Spotify, grinning from ear to ear as one of her favorite songs played. Walking to the kitchen, she grabbed a glass of water as she swayed her hips to the beat. Taking a sip, she brought it over to her desk, placing it far away from her iPad. What y/n didn't know though, is that someone was watching her from within the shadows of her apartment. Edward Nashton had slipped into her apartment when she went to the bathroom around 10 minutes ago, and was hiding and observing her. He watched as y/n danced to the music, mouthing the lyrics as well. Y/n's music taste, at least when they drew, was mainly hyperpop music with a few other genres thrown in. Edward had never heard of the genre until y/n introduced it to him. He liked some of the songs, but he preferred to watch y/n dance to them.

"God, my neighbors probably hate me..." They chuckled to themselves.

Edward remained silent, watching as y/n danced and made commentary. That was one of Edward's favorite things about them. He loved that when they thought they were alone, or even if things were quiet, they would start talking to themselves. It could be normal things or stupid things. In this case, y/n was quoting lyrics, adding commentary on them, and complaining about their drawing. It was very evident that they were partially sleep deprived.

"Fucking, ugh! Why is it so hard to draw dilfs?" They groaned.

Edward, staying quiet, found their comments to be hilarious. However, he didn't want to reveal his position just yet. So, he watched quietly.

"Grab your man he's trying to roleplay on me all snuggly..." They mumbled in a high-pitched voice, laughing like a dork at the end.

"This songs fucking weird, it's so me core. Me core. Fuck! Me! GOD!" They face planted on the desk, groaning afterwards.

"I'm not looking up crotch references...not again...I can't subject myself to that." They whined, muffled by the desk.

Y/n lifted their head up when their phone rang, causing Edward to fall back in the shadows further. Pausing the music as the next song played, they looked at the contact on their phone. Smiling, they answered it.

"Bitch, it's 10 at night and you interrupted one of my favorite songs. You better have a good reason." They laughed.

Y/n put the phone on speaker, placing it on the kitchen counter as she poured a bowl of cereal.

"You got something better to do than talk to me, huh?" Her friend asked.

"Girl, I was drawing dilfs..."

"Oh shit, that's awesome. Can I see?"

"I haven't finished...I'm stuck."

"On what?"

"Drawing the...crotch. I don't exactly have a dick to use as reference. Not that I'm drawing a dick, he's wearing pants, but like...bulge reference. Fuck, you know what I mean."

Edward smirked to himself, a thought crossing his mind. He dismissed it as soon as it appeared. He found their conversation to be entertaining.

"I've got a big dick right here for you to use as a reference." Their friend said in a deep voice.

Y/n nearly choked on their cereal.

"Shut up! What did you call me for you cretin?"

"Oh, well I just wanted to let you know that uh...that guy at my work gave me his number..."

Y/n swallowed the cereal in her mouth, squealing afterwards. Edward covered his ears quietly, not hearing them make that noise in a long time. He had forgotten how high-pitched they could get.

"No fucking way!!! Did he say anything?" Y/n asked, looking at their hair in the reflection of the fridge.

"Yes! Ok, let me know what you think of this...he texted me earlier. This is what he said...'Hey, can't wait to talk to you more. I'd love to meet you for lunch sometime this weekend. I hope I'm not being too forward. Hope you're having a great night, Caleb.'"

Y/n gasped.

"Oh my God, he's polite too!? You hit the jackpot! You two should fall in love, have really rough kinky sex, get married, have babies, all that jazz!" Y/n spat out.

"I was thinking the same thing!!! Well, maybe not the kinky part. I'm not a freak like you." Their friend giggled.

"I'm unique like that." Y/n chuckled.

"More like you're slutty like that..."

"Hell, I'll take that as a compliment. I consider myself a collector of kinks. Like pokemon, except sinful. And you know...no animals...what were we talking about?" They asked.

"Are you high or something?" Their friend laughed.

"No, just very, very, very sleep deprived and hyped up on a large bag of sourpatch kids I got from the store. So, kind of?" They laughed.

Edward rolled his eyes, trying his best not to laugh. He missed y/n. He missed them a lot. But now, he was seeing them again. Right in front of him.

"Oh my god, go to bed! You need the sleep." Their friend suggested.

"Who are you? My mom? My dad? My overlord?" They asked.

"No, I-I'm, heh, I'm your dad-daddy..." Their friend tried to say, laughing in between her words.

"Oh fuck off, now I'm definitely getting ready for bed. Every time we call you call yourself daddy and I am 100% certain that it's giving me brain damage."

"That's the goal. To get you brain dead so I can put you in a hospital for the rest of your life!"

"Aw, how sweet! I'll haunt you when I die and possess your vibrator so it never turns on."

"Ew! Grosssss!"

"Alright, I have some cereal I have to finish absolutely devouring. So, I'll call you tomorrow. Let me know how the lunch goes!"

"Ok, love you!"

"Love you too!"

Y/n hung up the phone, as if that was the most normal conversation they had ever had. Edward found the entire thing extremely amusing. Their friend was right though, y/n was extremely kinky. Edward would know. When the two of them were in bed together, things got hot and heavy quickly. He broke out of those thoughts, watching as y/n put away their iPad and pressed play on Spotify. Yawning, they went back to the kitchen, grabbing their cereal bowl. As the song played, they finished eating their cereal quickly. Once they finished eating, they started dancing and mouthing the lyrics of the song. Edward knew this song, from when y/n would practically force him to watch tiktok edits of various people from various shows, movies, and games. He knew y/n loved this song.

"Ride!" Y/n mouthed softly, spinning around in a circle.

Y/n swayed to the song, dancing like no one was watching. Even though, someone most definitely was watching. Edward kept a keen eye on y/n, watching every movement they made.

"Can I ride!?" Y/n giggled, pointing to a drawing of a blonde man they made.

Edward recognized the person, from the Resident Evil games. Y/n was obsessed with Leon S. Kennedy for a long time, so that's probably who it was. This caused him to smile to himself.

The song was coming to an end, although still playing. Edward took this as an opportunity to step out of the shadows slowly. Every footstep he made was quiet as he made sure not to step on any creaky floorboards. As the song died down, y/n turned around after hearing a quiet noise. They turned the volume down until the music was at the same volume as a person talking normally, placing the remote back down.

"Who's there?" They asked, grabbing a pocket knife they kept on the desk.

Edward stepped completely out of the darkness, the soft light from the T.V illuminating his body in a bright white outline. Y/n scoffed, tossing their knife back on the desk. Edward found it intriguing that y/n was not scared, not even in the slightest.

"Edward Nashton, what the fuck is your problem?! I have a fucking door for you to knock on you asshole! You scared the shit out of me! I thought you were someone breaking in!" They groaned.

"I am someone breaking in." He stated simply.

"No, Edward. You're Edward. Not a scary criminal. Well, not yet at least, who knows at the rate you're going..." They mumbled.

Edward stood there, watching them walk into the kitchen. Y/n rolled their eyes, getting a glass of water. They were slightly annoyed with Edward.

"How long have you been here? Actually, no, let me guess. When I went to the bathroom. Is that when you got in?" They asked.

Edward nodded slowly.

"You're so predictable, Edward. Are you trying to scare me or something? Why are you here standing in the shadows like a creep?" They spat.

Edward walked towards them slowly, planting his gloved hands firmly on the counter. Y/n raised an eyebrow.

"I'm here to show you what I'm trying to do for Gotham! You don't understand my cause!" He exclaimed behind his mask.

"Uh huh...yeah. Why are you wearing your mask? I know who you are." They said blandly.

He didn't answer.

"Look, Ed, I know you want to help Gotham. I admire that. You've always been a kind soul. But, this is not the way to go about it. Planning murders? Bombings? How will that help?" They asked.

Edward looked down, his confidence disappearing as the person he loved told him these things. Y/n noticed, sighing before taking a sip of water. They offered Ed some, to which he denied because of the mask that was on his head. Y/n groaned.

"Take that thing off. You're Edward. Not the Riddler."

Edward's eyes narrowed, knuckles turning white as he gripped the edge of the counter. He marched into the kitchen, standing in front of y/n, pinning them against the cupboards. Y/n felt their heart race.

"I AM the Riddler! Edward, Riddler, I am two in one!" He declared, voice muffled by the mask but still projecting well.

Y/n sighed, looking over Edward. He could sense the sadness in their eyes. They reached a hand up, grabbing his glasses before removing his mask. Once the mask was off, they put the glasses back on him. Edward felt sheepish all of a sudden, almost as if removing the mask removed his entire persona.

"You look different since I last saw you, Ed. You look good." They smiled, hand cupping his face.

"Don't." He said.

"You still love me, don't you?" They asked, thumb rubbing his cheek.

Edward looked down slightly, lifting his eyes back up to theirs quickly. He took a deep breath, chest puffing out. Y/n watched as his eye twitched, a telltale sign that he was anxious.

"Yes..."

"Did you think that this whole Riddler persona would make me fall in love with you?"

Edward didn't answer.

"Ed, I still love you. I always will. But, I don't love who you're becoming. It worries me."

"I just want to do good for the people of Gotham who suffered, just like we did..." He said shakily.

"Killing people is not the way to do it. That is not going to win me over, Edward. If you want to keep this Riddler persona, then that's fine. But, use it for good. Help law enforcement with finding criminals, the ones who make Gotham a terrible place. Don't add to it..."

Edward nodded, feeling a tear roll down his cheek. Y/n wiped it away, smiling up at him. He looked down at them, straightening his posture. He cleared his throat.

"Y-You're right. It's just, this whole persona gave me a newfound confidence. I wanted to do something memorable and meaningful with it."

"Edward, I love that you've found your confidence. But, you need to use it for good."

He nodded once again, the two of them falling silent. Edward looked into y/n's eyes, feeling his cheeks grow hot. Y/n felt a knot form in their stomach.

"Can you promise me that you'll stop this madness? Please? For me, Riddles..." Y/n frowned, tears forming in their eyes.

Edward's eyes widened, hugging y/n to his chest without thinking about it. He rubbed their back, heart racing fast against theirs.

"No, no no no, no please don't cry. I promise, Sketcher. I'm sorry that all of this happened. I caused us to drift apart, I don't know what I was thinking. I promise you, I'll stop." He cooed, nearly crying against their head.

"I believe you, Edward."

The two of them grew silent as they held each other. Despite the emotional moment they just had, they weren't sure what to do. It was hard to move on from such an important conversation, especially the one they just had. Y/n sighed, pulling away from him, back against the counter. Edward looked down at them, taking in their appearance.

"Y-You got your binder. It looks good." He commented.

"Thank you, it took so long to arrive. But, it was worth the wait. I have more in other colors."

Edward nodded.

"Ed, can I tell you something?" They asked.

"Y-Yeah, of course."

"Your Riddler persona scared me a bit, what with everything that you were planning. But, besides those things, I found that whole persona to be quite..." Y/n trailed.

Edward waited, anxious for what they were going to say.

"...hot?"

His eyes widened, watching as y/n blushed lightly. He reached down, lifting their chin up with two of his fingers. Y/n looked up at him, bottom lip out in a natural pout.

"You did?" He asked.

Y/n nodded.

"It seemed like you were really protective over me when you were doing those livestreams."

Edward's jaw clenched when he thought about that one chat someone sent. He could easily find their address, and he definitely thought about paying a visit. But, after the conversation he just had with y/n, he knew that was off the table. Even though the person definitely deserved whatever he wanted to do to him.

"That swine threatened you. No one threatens you and gets away with it."

"Mmm, that's the part of the Riddler that I like..." Y/n hummed.

"God, I've missed you so much, y/n."

"I missed you too, Ed."

He looked down at them, feeling the confidence he had when he broke in flood back into his body. Y/n saw this from how his posture changed. His stature was looming and a glint of mischief twinkled in his eyes. Y/n felt themself shrink beneath him, feeling cornered in the kitchen by him. But, it wasn't like they were scared he would hurt or kill them, no. It was anticipation of what he was going to do next. Edward always was unpredictable. Y/n's breath hitched as Edward brushed a strand of hair out of their face.

"You've always had a knack for intimidating, even dangerous, men. Haven't you?" He teased softly, looking down at them with dull eyes.

Those eyes, they drove y/n insane. His gaze had the ability to make their knees wobble, faltering their stability. He knew of this affect, and he basked in the feeling of power this gave him. Neither of them liked to consider themselves 'in charge' of the other. But, when things got intimate, y/n absolutely loved it when Edward would run the show. He did too.

"You shiver under my touch, cara mia. Why is this? Do you fear me?" He asked gently.

Y/n nibbled on the bottom of their lip, chest heaving from the tension. Edward grinned, leaning down to plant a soft kiss below their ear. His breath fanned on their neck, causing goosebumps to prickle over y/n's skin.

"Or does my presence simply make you tremble with desire?" He whispered.

Y/n let a quiet moan slip out of their throat, causing them to blush deeply. They were embarrassed to admit how easily Edward drove them crazy. The two of them would be lying if they said they didn't miss each other, both emotionally, physically, and sexually. They nodded, wrapping their arms around his neck.

"Of course it does. I know you promised you'd stop the things you were going to do. But, you're still The Riddler. And, having you in my apartment, standing over me...my heart's racing. Earlier today your persona was ready to kill someone for me and, as weird as it is, I found it hot..." Y/n gasped, breathing heavily.

Edward smirked, grabbing the mask from off of the counter. He glanced down at it, then back up at y/n. A sickeningly lewd idea popped into his head. Y/n looked up at him, adrenaline and wonder filling their vision.

"You know what else he would do for you? To you?"

Y/n's legs instinctively closed, causing Edward to stifle a chuckle. He gave y/n a quick glance, as if to ask if it was ok to continue. They nodded frantically. He took a deep breath, eyes closed as he calmed himself. Without saying anything, Edward put his mask on, placing his glasses on top of the now covered bridge of his nose. He let out the breath he took, coming out in a raspy exhale. Y/n felt a shiver go down their spine as the T.V light illuminated Edward in an almost ethereal green. His hands fell to his sides, clenching and unclenching in a fist. Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed the back of y/n's neck, yanking them towards him.

"He would fuck you until you scream his name." He said simply.

The bluntness of his statement made y/n throb. They let out a shaky breath, gripping onto his shoulders for stability as their knees buckled. A dark chuckle emitted from his throat, letting go of y/n and stepping away from them. Y/n almost fell to the floor, catching onto the counter at the last second. Standing up straight, they watched as Edward walked over to the couch, standing in front of the T.V. He stared at y/n, nodding towards the couch subtly. Y/n didn't budge, breathing heavily in shock of the situation. Edward let out a frustrated sigh, stomping his foot on the ground.

"GET OVER HERE!" He shouted.

Y/n was quick to get to the couch, trembling as they stood in front of him. Edward removed the piece of the mask over his mouth, only attached with a few of those small click-on buttons. Placing it in his pocket, he grabbed y/n's face, slamming his lips onto theirs. Y/n moaned into the kiss, being caught off guard by the suddenness of it. Edward groaned, pulling away from the kiss.

"Edward..." Y/n sighed.

Grimacing, he pushed y/n down on the couch. Y/n looked up at him, eyes dark as he looked down on their body. He let out a frustrated sigh that slowly grew into a groan. He pointed at his chest repeatedly.

"I am The RIDDLER in this moment. You WILL address me as such." He declared.

Y/n squeezed their thighs together, gasping at his harsh attitude. The Riddler smirked, his mouth on display to y/n. A song started to play in the background, causing y/n to blush when they realized what it was. He walked towards them, grabbing their hips and moving them onto his lap as he sat down.

"Do you understand?" He asked.

"Y-Yes, Riddler."

He listened to the song as it played, smirking at the lyrics. Y/n avoided eye contact. Roughly, he grabbed their chin and yanked it towards him. He pulled them down to his face, kissing them on the lips briefly.

"If memory serves me right, the last time you and Edward fucked, it was to this song wasn't it? That's quite fitting, seeing as how it'll be the first song the Riddler fucks you to." He said, laughing at the end.

Y/n moaned, mouth agape slightly. He gripped it, keeping their mouth open. Looking at their mouth, he remained silent. His analytical eyes observed the inside of y/n's mouth. They were slightly confused, but afraid to move.

"You'd take me well with that mouth of yours..." He stated.

Y/n moaned softly, whining at the end. He chuckled, releasing his grip on their jaw. He looked at y/n, pushing them off of his lap. Y/n stood up in front of him, panting and wide eyed.

"Strip." He ordered.

Y/n didn't hesitate, removing their pants. He watched as they slid their underwear off, causing him to let out a low grunt at the sight of their bare lower body. Reaching up, y/n hesitantly started to remove their binder. The Riddler held up a hand, signaling for them to stop.

"No. If you feel that that part of your body does not belong on you, then I do not find it desirable. I will not allow you to face dysmorphia once again." He said.

Y/n smiled, feeling their heart swell. It pleased y/n to know that Edward's Riddler persona was just as caring and supportive as he was. Giggling, they left their binder on. He stood up, unbuttoning his pants slightly, letting his bulge under his underwear poke out. Grabbing y/n's neck, he kissed them harshly and bit their bottom lip. They groaned as he pulled away. Edward hushed them, placing a finger against their lips as he listened to the song.

'Kiss me on the lips, choke me on the floor.'

'Drag me around, push me right against your door.'

'I'm your little doll, come and play with me.'

'Fucking chase me, fucking break me.'

Y/n hummed to the song very quietly and he grinned. Adjusting his grip on y/n's neck, he smirked down at them. The glasses he wore were reflecting the light of the T.V. He looked mysterious and dangerous. It made y/n's cheeks heat up.

"You like that song, huh?" He asked, rubbing his thumb against their skin.

They nodded.

"Of course you do. You like that shit, don't you?" He mocked.

They nodded again, frantically. He mimicked the way they nodded, even going so far as to imitate the soft moans they made. Y/n held the hand he had gripped around his throat, pouting up at him. He rolled his eyes. He knelt down on the floor, bringing them down with him. Y/n's eyes grew big as he pinned them against the floor, straddling their lap as he did so. The grip on their throat tightened, y/n gasping for air. The Riddler hummed to himself, swaying his head to the song. Pretending he spaced out, he looked back down to y/n. He faked a gasp, covering his mouth with his free hand. Y/n let out a choked moan, causing The Riddler's bulge to grow.

"You said you liked to be choked on the floor, isn't that true? I'm just giving you what you want." He cooed, reaching down to caress their face.

He watched y/n as they grabbed at his hand. The Riddler let out a yawn, releasing his grip on their throat. Y/n moaned, gasping for breath. He mocked their panicked breathing, holding his own throat with his hands. He faked chokes before breaking out into a soft and eerie laughter. Y/n felt filthy for finding his actions extremely hot.

"I thought you liked that? Hm?" He teased.

"I do..." They sighed, a moan slipping out at the end.

He reached down, grabbing the ponytail their hair was in. As he stood up, he pulled at their hair, causing y/n to stand up with him. He dragged them across the room by their hair, making sure not to go too fast. He wanted to be rough, not abusive. Walking inside y/n's room, he closed the door behind them before slamming y/n against it. They grunted, wrapping their arms around his neck.

"You wanted this. Your eyes were practically begging me to fuck you. Please tell me you didn't expect the Riddler to go easy on you, mon cœur?" He chuckled, a sick smirk tugging at his lips.

"No, I want it rough. I love it rough..." They panted.

He threw them on the bed, watching as they propped themselves on their elbows. Their legs were crossed over each other, hiding themself from him. He rolled his head to the side, letting his neck crack as he walked to the bed. He stood in front of y/n, menacing and ominous.

"Yes, I know. I know how filthy you are. I know how...experimental...you were when you were mine. I imagine you're still the same filthy slut."

Y/n nodded repeatedly, slowly opening their legs. His head was held high, exuding power with his stance. He let his eyes trail down, face emotionless as he gazed between y/n's legs. He breathed in deep, letting out a shaky sigh that made y/n moan. The Riddler found himself mesmerized by the sight before him, his muse, his love, all spread out and on display for him. It was a beautiful sight that made the blood pump in his veins. He felt his dick twitch and inhaled deeply before exhaling.

"Offering yourself to me, so...willingly...it brings a smile to my face. I assume you realize how whorish you look right now. Spreading your legs for a dangerous person such as me..." He trailed, leaning down and planting his fists on either side of the bed.

His body was hovering over the lower half of y/n. Underneath his chest was y/n's legs, spread open, exposing their body to him. Y/n moaned, nodding their head.

"I know how slutty I'm acting. But, I can't help it. You make my heart race and I just want to feel you inside me so bad..." They whined, squirming underneath him.

"Yeah, you want that?" He hummed.

"Fuck, yes!"

He made a 'tsk' noise as he stood up straight. Y/n watched as he removed the gloves he wore. He placed the pair in his left hand, glancing down at them. He looked back down at y/n, humming again. Throwing one of the gloves to the side, he reached down and dragged the one he kept over y/n's stomach. Slowly, he trailed back down, kneeling on the floor in front of the bed. He grabbed the underside of y/n's calves, yanking them towards him. Their legs dangled off the bed, lifting up as he hung them over his shoulders.

"As you'll recall, I have a strong fascination with games, puzzles, riddles, etc. How about we play a game right now? Will you amuse me and take part, cara mia?" He asked, letting his breath fan against y/n's slick core.

"Mmm, yes. I-I'll play a game with you, Riddler." They moaned.

"Oh how fun, I have high hopes for you."

He blew against their pussy once again, smirking cockily to himself as y/n squirmed. His hands gripped their thighs that hung over his shoulders.

"I'll ask you riddles and you answer them. If you get it right, you get a reward. If not, well...you'll find out, how about that?" He chuckled, waving his glove for them to see before sliding it on his left hand.

"What? I've never been good at your Riddles! That's not fa-"

"Those are Edward's riddles. You have not heard mine, have you? Besides, I just made them up a few moments ago, specifically for you. It would make me so upset if you chose not to play."

"Ok, fine. Just, ask me your riddles."

He chuckled.

"I can make you shiver and I can make you hot. I may take a while to arrive, but I can be fast in the right hands. What am I?"

Y/n groaned, holding their hands over their face. The Riddler giggled, finding their struggle amusing. While he waited, he looked between their legs. He licked his lips as he saw how swollen their clit was.

"What am I, y/n?" He asked.

"Damn it, I don't know! Mail?" They whined.

"Mail? Hm, not even close. Do you want a hint, cara mia? I'll let you have another try." He smirked.

"Yes, please..." Y/n groaned.

"If you're good I'll give it to you tonight..." He hinted suggestively.

Y/n furrowed their eyebrows, thinking for a moment. The hint was so obscure. It could be anything based on how he said it. After a bit, their eyes widened in realization.

"An orgasm!"

Chuckling darkly, he shoved a finger deep inside of y/n. Y/n threw their head back into the bed, a lewd moan leaving their mouth. The Riddler let out a sigh, enjoying the feeling of his finger inside of them.

"Oh, good job darling. I'm so proud of you. Are you ready for another riddle? You only get one try this time..."

"F-Fuck, u-um, yeah I'm ready..."

"A queen, a movie, I can chill you to the bone. If it comes from pleasure, some would call it a moan. What am I?"

"What the fuck...? Um, fuck, I don't know...I don't know!" They whined.

Sighing, he kept stood up, not all the way though. He wanted his finger to remain inside y/n. Caressing y/n's face with his gloved hand, he watched as they pressed into his touch. The smile on his face faded, turning into a frown. Swiftly, he brought the back of his hand across their face. Y/n gasped, mouth agape and looking up at him.

"SCREAM! I'M A SCREAM!"

Y/n whined, bucking their hips up into Edward's finger. He furrowed his eyebrows underneath his mask. He went back down between their legs and smacked their thigh lightly, signaling for them to stop. He sighed.

"You should have known that answer, it's one of your favorite horror movies. I'm disappointed. You only get one more riddle. If you get it right, I'll finally give you what you so desperately want. If you get it wrong, I leave you on your bed a wet, slutty, pathetic mess."

"Oh God..." Y/n mumbled.

"I am done when desperate. A dog for a treat, a criminal for their life, a traitor for forgiveness. What am I?"

Y/n thought, not wanting to get it wrong. They groaned, eyes shut closed tightly. A frustrated sigh left their lips, turning into a whine like a child pouting. The Riddler smirked.

"Riddler, I beg you please...just fuck me!" They pleaded.

"Oh, you're so close to earning that..." He chuckled.

Y/n went silent, eyes widening.

"Beg! It's beg!" They cried out.

He pulled his finger out, causing y/n to whine. Leaning down, he planted a kiss on their lips. A proud smile was on his face, a laugh coming from his throat.

"Very good, ange précieux. I'm so proud of you." He praised, standing up straight.

Y/n watched as he looked down on them, eyes crazed and bright behind his glasses. He stepped forward, the bulge hidden by his underwear directly in front of y/n's face as they sat up. Y/n waited for him to say something, but he never did. Instead, he slowly pushed his underwear down, letting his dick fall out. He groaned as it slapped their face. Y/n kissed it gently, letting their tongue lap around the tip. He hissed, not giving any warning as he grabbed their hair and shoved his dick down their throat. Y/n gagged on the length, tears forming in their eyes. The Riddler moaned, leaning his head back in pleasure as he held their head there. After a moment, he pulled them off, pushing them down to the bed.

"I was correct, my dick fits perfectly in your pretty little mouth. But that is not what I want right now, nor is it what you want. Admittedly, it would be nice to throat fuck you till you're gasping for air...but I digress. Now, spread your legs."

Y/n moaned, their back flat against the bed as they listened to his instructions. The Riddler removed his glove, swaying his hand in the air as classical music played on the T.V. He hummed to himself, knowing the lyrics by heart, going through a huge classical music phase a few years back. Y/n watched, finding it hypnotic and twisted how carefree he was about the situation. Meanwhile, y/n was desperate and horny, spread out on the bed.

"A beautiful piece..." He mumbled.

He stepped forward a little, grabbing the underside of y/n's thighs as he pulled them close. Abruptly, he spit in between their legs, the substance landing on their throbbing pussy. He quietly sang the lyrics, y/n not knowing what he was saying. It always baffled y/n how well he spoke Latin, French, who the hell knew what other languages he spoke. All y/n knew was that it turned them on. Tightening his grip on their thighs, he pulled them closer to him as he thrusted forwards. Y/n cried out, voice cracking as they moaned. The Riddler grunted, but continued to sing along with the song. Y/n whined as he stilled inside of them, causing him to groan.

"It's rude to interrupt someone. I like this song, now be quiet!" He spat, bringing a hand down to pinch their clit.

Y/n bit back a moan, biting down on their fist. He was torturing them, y/n was sure of it. And, they were correct. The Riddler knew how desperately they wanted to be fucked by him, but he was having too much fun to give it to them. Not without a few more teases. He moved very slightly, causing y/n to think he was about to thrust into them. When they realized he was playing with them, they let out a pitiful whine. Their back arched, covering their face with their hands as the pathetic noise left their lips. He watched this, the sight making him twitch inside of them.

"Oh, cara mia..." He cooed.

"Riddler, please..." They cried.

"Mmm, my name sounds so good coming out of your mouth. My dear pitoyable chérie. Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Yes! Please!"

"Tell me how filthy you are for wanting this. Tell me that you're mine. You know it's true." He groaned, pinching the inside of their thigh.

"Fuck, you're right! I'm yours, Riddler. I always have been! I'm your filthy sl-slut. Please! I jus-"

He reached down, grabbing their hair. Leaning down, he met them halfway as he kissed them roughly. With a harsh thrust he began to fuck into them at a brutal pace. Moaning into the kiss, y/n bit down on his lip. He groaned and pushed them back down, standing up straight again. Bending over, he crawled on top of them as he continued to plow into their sopping pussy. Y/n reached up and gripped his hair, incoherent mumbling sliding past their lips.

"Oh, you filthy thing...you want more? Tell me."

"Yes! Please!"

A guttural growl left his throat, cursing underneath his breath. He grabbed y/n, looking around the room. Spotting a mirror, he dragged y/n in front of it. Sitting on the bed behind them, he shoved y/n down on his dick, sitting on his lap. The Riddler fucked up inside of them, facing the mirror all the while.

"My, my, would you look at that?" He teased grabbing y/n's jaw and forcing them to look at the mirror.

Y/n whimpered, watching them bouncing on his dick as he thrust upwards. The pace was sickeningly animalistic, a speed that y/n didn't think was humanly possible. A dark chuckle resonated in his chest, y/n feeling it vibrate against their back.

"Look how good you're taking me. You were made for me, cara mia. My missing puzzle piece. You fit me so perfectly. So tightly." He moaned in their ear, voice raspy and low.

"Oh fuck, Riddler..."

"That's right, cara mia. Moan my name. I won't let you cum until I've heard you scream it."

His nails dug sharply into the excess flesh of their hips, leaving indents in the skin. The classical music playing in the back made the erotic scene even more vulgar. Ecstasy was thick in the air like pungent poison. It filled their sense and drove them crazy, searching for the antidote in each other's bodies and pleasure. The Riddler ripped the hair tie out of y/n's hair, letting it fall down. He buried his face in it, inhaling their sweet scent that he missed so much. Though he was the Riddler, his feelings for y/n were the exact same as Edward's. After all, they were the same person. Just a persona, a facade he put on. Like roleplay.

"Ri-Riddler...please." They begged.

Grunting, he stood up, holding y/n by their thighs. His dick stayed inside them the whole time as he flipped them over onto their back on the bed. Not giving them any time to adjust, he picked their legs up and held them high. With the better angle, he drilled into them, face contorting into pleasure underneath the mask. Y/n covered their eyes with one of their hands, arching their back. With the other hand, they gripped the sheets desperately searching for some stability. With every thrust he made, the Riddler pummeled directly into y/n's g-spot, making them moan each time. With every moan that left their lips, the next one became more pornographic.

"Oh, I can tell you are so close. You've reached the precipice of your desire, teetering on the edge, aren't you?" He moaned, gasping at the end.

"Y-Yes, please! I wanna cum!"

"You want me to push you over that edge, cara mia?" He taunted, slowing his pace.

"Fuck! Don't stop! Please! I n-need it so bad!" Y/n was crying, their sobs pitiful and sad to listen to.

"Then scream my name!" He growled.

He slapped them across the face, slamming into them roughly. Y/n let out a noise that was indescribable. However, the sound made him whimper. His thrusts quickened, no longer rough but rather sadistic. Y/n tried to get words out, but couldn't. He pinched their clit harshly, twisting it between his pointer finger and thumb.

"RIDDLER! FUCK!" They screamed, the multiple sensations overwhelming them.

"That's it. That's what I wanted to hear..." He sighed.

All it took was a few more thrusts, that's all. With those final powerful, sadistic thrusts, y/n came undone. He pulled out quickly, cupping his mouth over their sopping hole. The suction of his lips against their pussy guided them through their orgasm. The Riddler groaned against their sensitive skin, lapping up all their arousal and climax. With a satisfied moan, he unlatched his lips and swiped his tongue around them. Some of their orgasm dripped onto the mask, but he cared very little about that. Standing over them, he stroked his length, head tilted back as he did so. Eyes were closed shut as he felt himself nearing his climax. His breathing quickened in pace, chest heaving up and down as he let out soft groans. Y/n could tell he was about to cum. Immediately, y/n crawled towards him, albeit shakily, and lowered their mouth on his cock. A loud moan slipped out of the Riddler, looking down to see y/n sucking harshly on his dick. The sight pushed him over and he felt his dick pulse inside their mouth as he released inside of it. He gripped onto their hair harshly, tugging on it as he hunched over. Y/n popped off of his dick after swallowing the thick liquid. They hated the taste of it, but they so desperately wanted to please him. A string of cum and saliva connected their lips to the tip of his dick. Using his thumb, he wiped it off their bottom lip. Y/n fell back onto the bed, grabbing a pillow and hugging it tight to their chest. The both of them were panting, catching their breath that was lost in the sinful exchange they committed.

Edward stood still, tucking himself back into his underwear. He groaned, rolling his head around to work out a kink in his neck. Removing his mask, he placed it on dresser near the bed. Y/n watched him as he did this, giving him time to calm down. He removed his jacket, revealing a dark green tank top underneath. His pants were next to go, tossing it somewhere in the room. Mumbling to himself, he got in bed next to y/n, pulling them close to his chest.

"God, I missed that..." He sighed.

"Me too...does this mean we're back together?" They asked.

"I'd like to think so. What about you?"

"Yeah, I'd like that."

Edward rolled over on his back, staring at the ceiling for a moment. Y/n turned on their side, facing him. As he breathed y/n watched his chest rise up and down. The rhythm soothed them, almost like counting sheep. Sitting up with a grunt, Edward sat on the side of the bed. It was from this angle that y/n realized how toned Edward was. He had gained a bit of weight since they last saw him. But, that was honestly a good thing. He was very skinny before, almost unhealthy. Y/n was glad to see a little more meat on his bones.

"Whatcha doin'?" They asked.

"Honestly, trying not to pass out. But, I was going to get a washcloth to clean you up." He yawned, rubbing his eyes.

"Oooh, Edward Nashton's world famous aftercare. Can I have a glass of wine and a cheese platter as well?" They asked.

"Mmm, I forgot how funny you are after you get your guts rearranged..." He said sarcastically.

He stood up from the bed, tripping over his feet slightly as he made his way to the bathroom. Y/n giggled, missing their boyfriend dearly. The both of them were undoubtedly glad to be back together, even if it was a result of Edward breaking into y/n's apartment. After a few moments, he came out of the bathroom, glasses slightly crooked and eyes barely open. Y/n was rarely tired after sex, but Edward usually did get tired. It honestly just depended on how rough he was. And, he was extremely rough tonight. Y/n gave him a kiss, holding his face in the palm of their hand. Pulling away, y/n looked to see if it woke him up at all. And, surprisingly, it did. He had a dorky smile on his face as he held the damp washcloth in his hand.

"I can make you some coffee afterwards if you'd like?" Y/n suggested.

Edward nodded as he gently placed the cloth on their thigh. Rubbing softly, he wiped away their arousal. His eyes were so bright and caring, just like the subtle smile that was on his face. With one final wipe, he placed the cloth in the hamper. Y/n started to sit up, but Edward stopped them. Carefully, he dragged them to the edge of the bed, legs dangling off the edge. Y/n sat up very slowly, stomach sore from the sex. Edward walked to the dresser, thinking for a moment before he opened one of the drawers. He pulled out a pair of underwear. Holding that in his hand, he opened another drawer and grabbed a pair of sweats. He closed all of the drawers he opened and went back to y/n.

"I'm surprised I remembered which ones to open." He chuckled.

Y/n smiled as he slide the pair of underwear up their legs. He was cautious around the inside of their upper thighs. Edward knew they would be extra sensitive, so he did his best to be as gentle as possible. Once the underwear was on, he helped them put on sweatpants as well.

"Ok, uh, where do you keep your coffee? Same place?" He asked, standing up.

Y/n nodded, resting their head against his stomach. Edward smiled widely, patting their head softly. He leaned down, placing a chaste kiss on the top of their head. Pulling away, he started to leave the room.

"Go piss." He stated simply.

(a/n: everyone should pee after they have sex, it helps flush out any bacteria and prevents UTI's :) make sure you all stay healthy!)

"Oh God, Edward. Really? You couldn't have found a more blunt way to say that?" They laughed, slowly standing up on shaky legs.

"I could if I tried. Do you need help?" He asked, hand on the door frame.

"No, I'm ok. Thanks though." They said.

Edward nodded, leaving the room to let y/n take care of themselves. Yawning, he walked past the couch, stretching out his arms. He glanced at the T.V and chuckled. Earlier, classical music was playing. And now? Well, obviously, the Pokemon: Indigo League theme song was playing. Seeing and hearing the song gave Edward the sudden urge to watch the show. He got a pot of coffee brewing, the smell raising goosebumps on his skin. Edward knew that y/n worked at a coffee shop, they have been for the past couple years. He knew that y/n could make a really good cup of coffee. A few minutes later, y/n came walking out of the bedroom, legs shaking slightly as they walked. Edward had a cocky grin on his face.

"I think I did a pretty good job tonight..." He said softly, voice slightly hoarse.

"No shit, I don't think I'll walk straight for a whole week. Work is going to suck on Monday." They groaned.

Edward looked in the cabinet where the coffee mugs were, smirking when he found his old mug. He poured some coffee in the green mug, taking a sip immediately afterwards. He sighed, feeling better even after the first sip.

"You kept my mug." He said.

"Well, it was really all I had as a reminder of you." They smiled.

"Oh, that reminds me..."

Edward placed the mug down, walking over to corner of the living room. Looking around, he scratched the back of his head. Y/n grabbed a juice box from the fridge, suddenly craving something fruity. They watched as Edward bent over and grabbed something from off the ground. He made his way back over to y/n, holding whatever he picked up behind his back. Y/n raised an eyebrow, glancing to the T.V and seeing that Heavy Metal Lover by Lady Gaga was playing. Edward snapped his fingers in front of their face.

"Hey, no Gaga! Not yet. I've got something to show you." He chuckled.

Y/n brought their attention, biting on the straw of the juice box as they took a sip. Edward brought one of his hands out from behind his back and held it in front of y/n. Removing the juice box from their lips, the set it on the counter. They gasped, holding their hands over their mouth.

"Oh my God, Edward! It's Sir Clawdius!" They squealed.

Edward smiled as they snatched the bear out of his hand. When y/n and Edward split up, y/n couldn't find the bear anywhere. They had assumed that they lost it. But, Edward had it the whole time.

"I will admit that I snuck it away when I left, I just wanted a piece of you with me. I meant to return it, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I brought it with me because I was finally going to give it back to you. So, yeah...sorry." He looked down sheepishly.

"Oh Edward, I'm not mad. I'm relieved that he was safe with you!" They giggled.

"Oh, well that's a relief. I thought you might try to maul me or something..."

"Maybe..."

"What? Please don't..."

"I'm kidding. Go drink your coffee! I'm going to put this li' guy up on my shelf!" They said.

Edward grabbed his coffee, leaning against the counter as y/n walked to the desk they drew at. He smiled as the warm drink went down his throat. Standing on their tippy-toes, they reached up and slid Sir Clawdius up on the top shelf, right next to the Leon Kennedy drawing.

"Oh yeah, I meant to ask. Is that a recent drawing? Did you play RE4 recently?" He asked, an eyebrow raised.

"Uh, maybe...don't look at the game in my console..."

"Ok, well that answers that question. But, I have another question. Have you done a speed run of it yet?" He asked.

"No, I take my time playing that game. I like the graphics..."

Edward shook his head slowly as he finished the last of his coffee. Y/n looked away, fighting back a goofy smile.

"Oh yeah, the graphics...totally. By graphics do you mean you like getting Leon hurt on purpose because he moans every single time?" He asked.

"This is becoming an interrogation and I am exercising my 4th amendment. So, I don't have to answer anything."

"Ok. Well, you basically confirmed my theory. Plus, I've seen you play the game in the middle of the night when I lived with you."

"You did!?"

"A lot. Every single time you were either angling the camera to get a better look at him or running into fights on purpose. So..."

"Ooh! I'm going to ignore the fact that you said that and pretend like we never had this conversation! That sounds like a really good idea!" They said cheerily, sitting down on the couch.

Edward rolled his eyes, sitting down next to them. He exhaled softly and watched as y/n turned off Spotify and turned it onto the console. Lo and behold, the most recent game played was RE4. Y/n handed the controlled to Edward, gesturing for him to take it.

"I wanna watch you play. Every time you get hurt is another picture of Leon Kennedy I will draw."

"Oh wow, you are very sleep deprived aren't you?" He laughed.

Edward took the controller and started to play the game. While he played, y/n slid under his arm, resting their head against his chest. They watched him play until they eventually drifted off into sleep. Edward smiled and turned the game off, holding y/n close to him as he picked them up. Going in their bedroom, he placed them under the covers and crawled in next to them. He let them fall asleep snuggled up into his side as he rubbed their back. He had been through a lot of problems while they were separated. And it was true that he went down a very dark path. But, he was so thankful for y/n, glad that they snapped him out of it. For now, he was happy, holding the love of his life in his arms once again. That was truly all he needed in his life. The warm and comforting embrace of his best friend was the one thing that could cure him of any ailment, any troubling thoughts, and could bring him out of the darkness that clouded his mind like a thick fog. He was as happy as he could ever be in this one moment.

He would never leave them again.

~

#writers #fanfic writer #writers of tumblr #fanfic #gotham #the riddler #dc universe #edward nashton #paul dano riddler #the batman 2022 #the batman riddler #paul dano #danonation #batman 2022 #dano riddler

[purple-plum-petals]

Howdy do~! I’d like to request a fluffy drabble in which Azul Ashengrotto askes his fem! human s/o what she wants in exchange for her services with the Lounge, to which she simply replies, “Just smile your lovely smile for me. That’s all I want.” Make it super fluffy, please! Thanks a bunch!

⊱ Your Smile is Worth a Million Madol ⊰ || Azul Ashengrotto X Reader

╭─━━━━━━━━━━━━─╮        Character(s): Azul Ashengrotto (Twisted Wonderland), Floyd Leech (Twisted Wonderland), Jade Leech (Twisted Wonderland), Riddle Rosehearts (Twisted Wonderland, mentioned)        Reader Type: Human, Ramshackle Prefect (Gender-Neutral Pronouns)        Warning(s): Besides Floyd Making One (1) Slightly Suggestive Joke and the Use of Pet Names (The Reader calls Azul “love” and Azul calls the Reader “dear”), Nothing! I also always use the Japanese TWST Terms (Dorm Leader instead of Housewarden, Madols instead of Thaumarks, etc.) in my writing.        Genre: Drabble, Pure Fluff, Pre-established Romantic Relationship        Word Count: ~2,300 words        Request: “Howdy do~! I’d like to request a fluffy drabble in which Azul Ashengrotto askes his fem! human s/o what she wants in exchange for her services with the Lounge, to which she simply replies, “Just smile your lovely smile for me. That’s all I want.” Make it super fluffy, please! Thanks a bunch!”        Author’s Note: This was such a cute request, so thank you for sending it in! I absolutely love writing for my Octavinelle boys. 🥰 I did end up having to reword what the Reader said to Azul just so the dialogue would flow better, but the feeling/vibe you wanted is still there! Also, the Reader is close friends with Floyd and Jade because I said so. 😊 I’m so happy I got an Azul request – I love him so much. It’s kind of weird not writing hurt/comfort for once though haha. Also, can you tell how much I like more “old-fashioned” pet names? Lol The Reader is also gender-neutral here since their gender didn’t play any major role in this scenario (and because I primarily use you/your when writing rather than gendered pronouns); I hope you don’t mind!

→ If you enjoyed my work, please reblog it if you can! Exposure on Tumblr is based on reblogging content rather than liking it, so your support would be much appreciated!  ♡ ╰─━━━━━━━━━━━━─╯

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              It was a busy day spent working in the lounge, doing the usual like serving drinks and food while occasionally breaking up two hormonal teenage boys from starting a fistfight in the middle of the dreaded lunch rush. Floyd always seemed really bummed out whenever you broke up the fights, most likely because he wanted more of an excuse to “squeeze” the rule-breakers, but Azul gave you a job and you were going to do it right! As long as you were around, you’d do your absolute best to make sure that no punches were thrown in the establishment – if they want to fight, they can go do it somewhere else.

              Azul had given you the task of preventing fights since it seemed as though you had the ability to get people – even the most stubborn and uncooperative of people – to listen to you (most likely because of your seemingly innate skill of beast-taming). Though, if that didn’t work, and sometimes it hadn’t, most people tried to stay in your good graces since you were currently dating the Octavinelle dorm leader. Plus, as if you needed to give people any more reasons not to mess with you, you were also nearly always accompanied by either Jade or Floyd whenever Azul wasn’t around for “safety reasons”. You’d even come to notice that Floyd started calling you by your name more often recently rather than by the nickname that he had given you when you first met.

              It was… nice. You’d certainly gotten off to a rocky start with the trio (which was kind of an understatement if you were being honest), but everything seemed to have worked out well for you in the end! You had an adorable boyfriend who you loved dearly and pretty much two very intimidating bodyguards who were also your friends but you weren’t going to tell them that out loud – they’d just make fun of you or something!

              “Uuuggghhh – today felt like an eternity.” You groaned, sitting down with a huff in one of the many comfortable booths that littered the lounge. Leaning back in your seat with a sigh, you said aloud as your eyes closed from exhaustion, crossing one leg over your knee so you could rub your swollen ankle, “My feet are so sore… I need to buy better shoes.”

              “Oh? Perhaps Azul may be able to fix that for you – you could always sign another contract. I’m sure he’d be happy to lend you the funds needed to buy new shoes.” Jade said with a smirk, walking over and standing next to where you were currently sitting.

              You didn’t need to open your eyes to know what expression was currently on his face (it was most definitely a smirk of some kind), so all you did was say with a small smile of your own, “Haha, very funny Jade – you should be a stand-up comedian.” You paused for a moment, thinking aloud as you muttered, “Hmm, maybe I can take Floyd out shopping with me? He knows a lot about shoes…”

              “I’m sure Floyd would like that quite a bit… you’d have to catch him on a good day, though.” Jade told you, taking a seat across the table from you as he watched his brother terrorizing having fun with some of their underclassmen like the absolute menace friendly upperclassman he was. You watched as well, feeling pity for the poor students Floyd was finding amusement in for the time being. You weren’t complaining, though – at least it wasn’t you he was tormenting.

              “Yeah, I know. I think I’ve got Floyd’s moods down to a science at this point.” You said with a grin, looking over at Jade to see the expression on his face. He was still smiling ever so slightly but was now raising one eyebrow in a questioning manner at your statement.  

              “Really, now? Why don’t you share your findings with me then? I’d love to know how you managed to figure out the pattern of my brother’s moods before myself.” The eelmer said, smirking at you while knowing full well you hadn’t figured out the reason behind Floyd’s behavioral problems – you weren’t a psychologist! Jade just enjoyed picking on you, something that hadn’t changed throughout the development of your friendship with one another; your expressions were always such a treat to both him and his brother alike.

              “It was a joke, Jade! You know I was kidding!” You exclaimed, smiling as you placed your hands in front of you on the table to lean towards the seemingly more stable of the twins (something which was debatable).

              “Maybe you should be the stand-up comedian, then. We could set up a show for you here at the lounge; I’m sure the students would love seeing you flounder about up on stage.” He said, smiling at you in a sickeningly sweet way as he gestured to the large stage in the lounge. You’d only seen it used a few times during the monthly karaoke nights Azul decided to start hosting as per your request. While you did think a comedy show would be nice, you certainly wouldn’t be participating in something like that anytime soon.

              “…You’re cruel, you know that?” You said with a pout, sitting back down and ignoring Jade’s smirk widening at your reaction. Oh, why did the twins enjoy tormenting you so? You noticed as you took a seat, however, that Floyd had seemingly lost interest in the other Octavinelle students he had been toying with. He now had his mismatched pair of eyes set solely on his new prey – you.

              While it wasn’t the worst thing in the world to be the person who caught Floyd’s attention, it also wasn’t the best being it either. You turned and watched, a look of pure shock on your face as Floyd sprinted over to where you were sitting. He made his way over to you and his brother fairly quickly (curse his long legs) before flopping down next to you and pushing you toward the wall with his larger frame. He flopped across your lap, upper body resting on your legs as his own hung limply off the side of the booth’s seats. He looked up at you, saying with a whine, “___, I’m booored – how about we play a game? Ooh, how about tag~? It’s been a while since I’ve chased you around.”

              Floyd sat up slightly, pressing one of his fingers against your nose in what could be described as a boop of sorts with his characteristic grin on his face. You just smiled at him gently, booping him in return as you asked, “Can I have a raincheck, Floyd? I don’t think I can walk very well right now, let alone run. I promise you can chase me the next time you’re in the mood, okay?”

              Floyd pouted at your words, muttering out a “boo…” before quickly changing his tune. He quickly wrapped his arms around your body, pulling you into a back-breaking embrace as he exclaimed, “Eh, squeezes it is then!”

              “No, please! Spare meeee!” You said with a smile, pretend-trying to break free from Floyd’s grasp. He always found it funny whenever you pretended to not like his squeezes, so a mixture of yours and Floyd’s giggling filled the empty lounge as Jade watched the both of you in what could be described as endearment.

              Suddenly, the familiar scolding tone of your boyfriend rang through the room, causing you to perk up slightly as he exclaimed, “Ugh – Floyd! Leave ___ alone – it’s been a long day for everyone… I have no clue how you still have so much energy after classes and your shift.”

              “Eh, I was in a good mood today. ___’s always such a fun playmate… maybe you two should play sometime, too – it might make you less of a stiff~!” Floyd said, looking at Azul as he wiggled his eyebrows slightly, the action and words only causing Azul’s face to deepen in color. This was apparently the reaction Floyd wanted from his childhood friend, as he couldn’t stop the laughs spilling from his lips. You found your partner’s pink face endearing, giggling at the sight. You watched as Jade stood up, dusting off his pants as he looked at his brother who still had himself draped across your lap.

               “Come now, Floyd. Let’s go so they can have some alone time.” Jade said, giving his brother a look before smirking at Azul. The twins then left the lounge in tandem as Floyd continued to make teasing remarks as they left you two alone together. You looked up at Azul who watched the troublemaking twins leave with a grimace on his face.

              When he looked down at where you were still sitting, he simply sighed out as he pinched the bridge of his nose, telling you softly, “…I sincerely apologize for their behavior.”

              “Ehehehe… It’s alright, love – I know that’s just how they are.” You said with a smile, gently grabbing his hand and lightly tugging on his arm so he would sit next to you. You propped your head up with your hand, asking him, “So, how was your day? Do anything exciting?”

              Azul simply chuckled lightly, telling you, “I’m not sure how exciting sitting in an office could be, but I did just make a deal with…”

              Both of you continued to talk as minutes turned into hours with him asking you about your day and somehow managing to get you to tell him your shoe size without you even realizing it (he overheard you talking about how your feet were hurting, so prepare for a new pair of shoes in the future) while you inquired about his new business ideas and contracts with new clients. You two had a small dinner together and, before you knew it, it was late into the night. You both still had class tomorrow and Azul even had a test, so you decided to say your goodbyes for the evening. You had made a joke about spending the night in his room, something of which nearly caused him to choke on the water he had taken a sip of; looks like Floyd’s joke was affecting your boyfriend more than he would like to admit.

              You had helped him gather up the plates and clean up the remnants of your dinner, having a small bubble fight in the kitchen when you realized you had put a bit too much soap into the sink. It was fun, being able to be playful with your boyfriend which was something that only occurred when he was 100% positive no one would be around to see it. After tidying up the kitchen you had managed to nearly fill with bubbles, Azul held your hand in his as he walked you to the entrance of the dorm.

              As you two walked, however, he eventually released your hand, reaching into his coat pocket as he told you, “Oh, I almost forgot your payment for today. Ah, here you are–…”

              “I already got my payment for today, though?” You cut in, tilting your head in confusion.

              “What? I haven’t seen you at all today until a few hours ago, so how did you–?” Azul started, questioning as to who paid you before you placed a hand on his cheek and leaned forward, cutting his question off with a gentle kiss. Azul squeezed his eyes shut, taking in the sweetness from the desert that still lingered on your tongue as you two shared a moment in the entryway.

              Eventually, you pulled away from him, telling him sincerely, “That adorable smile of yours is payment enough for me, Azul – that’s all I need.”  

              After a moment or two, Azul was eventually able to cough out as he forced the money into your grasp, “…Just take the madol, please.”

              “You’re toooo cute, love – I just adore seeing your face that beautiful shade of pink~.” You cooed at him, holding his face with both of your hands as you rubbed your nose gently on his.

              “_-___....” Was all your boyfriend was able to wheeze out, his face such a deep shade of red it could have rivaled Riddle’s.

              After a moment of truly taking in Azul’s expression and taking a mental picture to save forever in your mind, you pulled away from him after giving him a light pat on his cheeks, telling him, “Okay, okay – I’ll show you some mercy this time around. Well, goodnight Azul – I’ll see you tomorrow. Oh, good luck on your history test; I know you’ll ace it!”

              “Goodnight, dear – I’ll see you tomorrow.” Azul told you with a wave, the color on his face not fading even as he watched you disappear into the distance. After a moment or two, his expression hardened as he turned around and said in a stern tone, “…Jade, Floyd – you can stop hiding now.”

              Unsurprisingly, the twins emerged from where they were hiding, Floyd laughing as he exclaimed, “Ehehehe – you’re sooo red Azuuul~! It’s been like, what, five minutes now since your little make-out session and you still look like a boiled octopus?”

              “Ugh – enough! Don’t you have dishes to clean or floors to mop?” Azul exclaimed, clearly both frustrated and embarrassed by the twins being, well… themselves.

              Jade just smiled, his sharp teeth shining in the light as he said, “Everything has been taken care of by both Floyd and myself, Azul, so we’re free for the rest of the night. Fufufu…”

#🌸 . Plum Writes #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst yuu #octavinelle #octavinelle x reader #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #twisted wonderland drabble #twisted wonderland imagines #twst drabble #twst imagines #azul ashengrotto drabble #azul ashengrotto imagines #twst azul #twst fluff #floyd leech #jade leech #riddle rosehearts

[spidervee]

marbles • jake seresin x fem!reader

summary: jake doesn’t always think before he acts and you tend to do enough thinking for the both of you. this is the story of your friendship and five years spent apart; your budding romance and broken hearts. because when you tell jake you can’t marry him, you don’t expect him to ever come back to you. but a lot can change, especially when you wake up in the hospital and his gorgeous face is the first you see

a/n: started this a while ago (with a different title, but never posted it, deleted my account, then realized this was a little brain worm that never went away lol she’s a hot mess y’all); going to try a taglist, so hmu if you’re interested? Each part of the story will cover a different key moment in jake’s relationship with reader

part one of eight: easy (like you) -> you and Jake reconnect at a frat party in freshman year

part two of eight: under-rehearsed -> coming soon! jake realizes he's still got feelings for you and you realize that maybe you never stopped holding a torch for him

series warnings: 18+ only! fem!reader; reader has no racial or body type descriptors except that she is shorter than jake; reader is nicknamed “jersey” but no use of y/n; loads of cursing; military inaccuracies, sorry; hospitals; mentions of: accidents, surgery, food, near-death experience, failed engagements, weed and alcohol; smut, dirty talk, and sexual banter — more specific warnings to be marked part by part but y’all know I’m writing Jake with a daddy kink; mutual pining; idiots in love; an excuse to write cowboy!jake; more tba if necessary

snippet: “Heard you’re a hero now,” you offer, desperate for the conversation to shift. If you can get Jake talking about himself, about his flying, then you’re safe. He never shuts up about it. 

No luck, you realize, when he simply sucks in his teeth and crosses his arms over his chest. 

“Your sister told me about it,” you continue, “As much as she could, I guess. Doesn’t really add up though, you being there to save those other guys.” 

Instantly, you and Jake both seem to realize where this is heading. Like the conversation is a semi-truck coming at you with its headlights blinding you and its horn blaring, but there’s nowhere to turn so a collision course is imminent. 

“Don’t do this, Jers,” Jake pleads. “Not now.” 

“I’m just saying,” you continue, riled up by Jake’s seeming refusal to talk, “You obviously put yourself in extra danger, willingly, might I add, to do something heroic. For what? A medal? Bragging rights? Jake, you’re absolutely—“ 

“I have nothing else!” 

The interjection, impassioned and angry as it is, catches you off guard. Jake has never raised his voice at you before today, not ever. Not even when you accidentally killed the engine on his tractor. 

You don’t reply, not for lack of wanting. It would seem that your voice has gotten lost, shrunk into your lungs, ashamed of all it had let loose just moments ago. Jake looks at you with a pained expression and you’re reminded of the night you might as well have pulled his heart out of his chest and crushed it under foot. 

“I’m…” 

“Forget it,” Jake sighs, defeated, “I’ll leave. Glad you’re okay.” 

He goes. You let him. 

Until you hear the front door close softly and you’re dragging yourself across the hallway. By the time you’re outside, he’s halfway to his truck. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” Jake shouts, disbelief written in his raised eyebrows. He looks half-angry, half-terrified that you’ll throw yourself down the porch steps. Your stance is ungainly, your body off balance with that weight of your cast and it would take very little for you to fall, especially as overwhelmed as you feel right now. 

“Don’t leave,” you call, trying not to cringe at how cliché you sound. “Jake, please. Just…stay?” He stares at you for a long moment and you feel sweat trickle down the back of your neck, but you’re not convinced it’s from the Texan heat. 

A small hint of a smirk starts to tug at the corners of his lips and it makes something warm and welcome explode in your chest. “A good ol’ Southern boy ain’t gonna leave his girl stranded, is he?” 

“Didn’t think you were my girl anymore,” Jake whispers, by your side in three long strides, his arms taking care to hold you up where you’ve started to wobble.

#jake seresin x you #jake seresin x reader #jake hangman x you #jake hangman x reader #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #jake seresin imagine #jake seresin fluff #jake seresin angst #jake seresin smut #hangman seresin #hangman seresin x reader #hangman x reader

[cybersp4c3]

Lavender and Cedarwood (part 2)

A/N; I apologize for taking so long to send this, I wanted to see if my previous post had made it to you, and to see if you even liked it. Please let me know if you’ve enjoyed this, I spent way longer than I needed to typing this lol

Tw; slavery, aphrodisiacs, electrical punishments, cum eating, use of it/it’s pronouns for Scaramouche, objectification, a smidge of bondage

As you left the new slave in it’s room, you make your way back to your own room, pleased with how the training is coming along already. There was still much to be done, after all, it was only the first day. There would be plenty of time to break in this new slave. Once you enter your room, you see Xiao and Dorian on their knees by the bedside, their pussies already dripping onto the carpet.

“Welcome back Sir” they say in unison. You smile as you go over to them, they really were so obedient to you. You put your hand on Xiao’s cheek as you inspect the bandage that had been put on him. “Does it still hurt?” You ask gently.

“No Sir, not anymore” he replies, leaning into your touch like a small kitten. “Good. Before I give you both your reward, I will need to give you your instructions for tomorrow.” Both boys sit up straighter, listening to your every word.

“The new slave will be here for three months, and although I will be doing most of it’s training, I will need you to prepare its food, and make sure it eats it all. I will also need you both to train him when I’m not around. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir.” They answer. “Good…good boys” you say as you pat both of their heads. They lean into you, obviously enjoying your attention. You stop petting them, and take off your pants and boxers before tossing them aside. Their mouths water at the sight of your half-hard cock. “Go on…” you tell them as you place your hands on the back of each of their heads. “Here is your reward.”

The two boys immediately put their mouths on your cock, making it fully hard as they lick and suck in tandem. They lick as much precum as they can, making out with each other on the top of your cock. When you cum, both boys open their mouths, trying to catch as much of your cum as they can before licking the leftovers on each other’s faces. That night, you keep them busy by having them bounce on your cock while they make out with each other. And come morning, their spent bodies are so sore~ But you don’t care as I get up to go check on the new slave.

When you open the door to its room, you can see it slowly start to wake up. As it rubs the sleep from its eyes, it glares at you. “Oh stop that.” You order, “your face would look much better if you stopped glaring at everyone”.

It tisks at you before standing up. “So, what have you got planned for me? Gonna make me, beg for mercy?” It laughs mockingly. But you smile as you bring out the remote to its shock collar.

“Yes.”

You turn on the voltage and watch it fall down to the floor, writhing in pain. After a couple minutes (it felt like hours to him), you turn it off. “Now let’s try this again…” You say, your voice laced with condensation, “when you look at me, you do not glare. You do not speak unless you are spoken to. Do you understand little slave?” It only glares up at you. So you turn the shock collar back on and wait a few more seconds before turning it off. “I said..” you kick it in the stomach, “Do you. Understand?” It looks up at you with a pained look before nodding its head. “Good slave. Now sit up.” You order. It slowly does so, avoiding your gaze. You take your dick out of your pants, and move the slave’s head in front of it. It’s face blushes red as it looks at it, then up to you, fear in its eyes.

“Suck it.” You order, leaving no room for debate. It hesitates before slowly wrapping its lips around the head. It can already taste salty precum as it kitten licks it slowly. You sigh as you grab its hair, making its mouth open in protest before shoving half of your cock down the slave’s throat. It gags as it touches the back of its throat. It’s so big it can’t even breathe properly! Muffled whimpers and cries come out of it’s mouth as you fuck its throat. The slave’s mouth is so tight! It’s like it was made to suck cock! “See? Isn’t this a much better use for your mouth? Instead of trying to talk back?” You ask it, knowing it can’t answer. As you start to reach your climax, you warn it, “If even one drop of my cum touches the floor, I’ll punish you myself.” It looks up at you, fear in its eyes as it thinks about how you would punish it. With a final thrust into its mouth, you cum, making it moan at the taste. But there’s so much of it that it spills out of its mouth! When it notices this, it quickly puts its hands under its chin, trying to collect whatever it can’t swallow. As you take your dick out of its mouth, it starts to pant, its hands still cupped together as if asking for more~

“Hmm, not bad for your first blowjob, but there’s still much to improve” you say as you put your dick back into your pants. You turn around, leaving the slave’s room as you suddenly remember something. “Oh yes, one more thing…Dorian and Xiao will be working on your training for most of the day. If I see even one more scratch mark on either of them, your pussy is mine.” You say threateningly, throwing it one last glare before leaving it alone.

About thirty minutes later, the two boys walk into the slave’s room, limping a little cum dribbles down their legs. They give the slave some food laced with a strong aphrodisiac before taking a dildo with a suctioned bottom and attach it to the floor. You had given each boy a remote to it’s shock collar, so any time it tried to attack them or fight them, they would shock the slave into submission. Once they fed it the food, they tied its hand behind its back, and left it alone in the room with nothing but the dildo stuck to the floor. The aphrodisiac started to kick in, and the slave started to pant with desire. As it looked to the dildo, it couldn’t help itself. It slowly started to ride it, only ever taking it in halfway. But the heat kept spreading into every part of the slave’s body, desire clouding its senses. Even though it had been riding the dildo for some time, it still couldn’t make itself cum! It was too hard for its now-weak body! The slave continued to try making itself cum for hours but it still couldn’t to it. Eventually, Xiao and Dorian came back into the room, looking over at the exhausted slave on the ground. They untied the slave before hauling it off the ground, leading it down the many halls of the manor. It could barely stand from all the exhaustion, let alone walk!

They eventually reached a pair of doors and entered a large dining room. You were sitting at the head of the table, enjoying a well-made meal of mashed potatoes, a bowl of gravy, steak, and other delicious foods. The two boys dropped the slave before bowing, waiting for your next order. You glance at the slave struggling to get off the ground before dismissing the two boys. “Come here.” You order the slave. It slowly crawls towards you, stopping at your side. You smile wickedly. “So, how was training today?” It can’t really speak, still exhausted and horny from the aphrodisiac. It looks up at you, its face red and tears starting to form in its eyes.

“S-Sir…please…” it whimpers out, begging you to get rid of this awful heat. You hum as you look the slave over. “Is the little slave asking something? It will have to be more clear about what it wants…”

It pulls itself up a bit, and grabs onto your clothes. “P-Please! Please Sir!” It practically wails out, “Please help me! So hot~!” You smirk as the little slave begs. Without warning, you stand up and pick it up. You move it onto an empty area the dining table and lay it down, it’s legs hanging over the side. “I’m still feeling a bit hungry…so I guess I’ll be having dessert~” You say as you spread its legs, licking your lips at its dipping pussy. It whines as it feels you blow cool air onto its pussy. You don’t wait any longer as you all but plunge your face into the dripping pussy. It tastes delicious, better than any other slave you’ve trained! The violet-hairs slave cries out as your tongue plunges in and out of its pussy, making it feel oh so good! You eat out it’s pussy without a care, occasionally sticking one or two fingers into its entrance to get more reactions out of it. It cums twice before you stand up again, licking its cum off your face with a smile. But the damn whore is still begging “please…please…” So you oblige~ You ram your cock into its pussy, hitting much deeper than that dildo did! It can’t tell if it loves it or hates it! It just keeps moaning and screaming in pain and pleasure as it comes again and again, getting filled up so much! Finally, finally, you’ve had your fill of its pussy and pull out of it, watching your cum spill out. You smile as you push down on its stomach, making more cum spill out of its tiny hole as it groans. You call Xiao and Dorian back in, and watch as they take the brain-dead slave back to its room.

Day 2 of training this bratty slave; complete!

-🌟

Ily marry me

Slave scara my beloved, my babygirl, my wife, my girlfriend

[souonsu]

Genshin Modern AU Headcannons: Texting Styles

Warning: There’s cursing (because someone was being rude and an ass to one of the characters OTL) and mentioning of 18+ things.

Characters: Diluc, Kaeya, Dainsleif, Ajax/Tartaglia All imagines are with a GN reader. 😘

(Note: I’m listing these headcannons under my Genshin modern AU, but these headcannons work as standalones regardless of my AU ideas.)

Diluc: He keeps things simple and to the essentials.

Proper Grammar.

Keeps autocorrect and autospelling, auto anything is kept enabled. If there's quality-of-life functions to be utilized, they will be used.

Will definitely unsend/delete messages if there are enough errors or just doesn't like it and then retypes and sends it again. Otherwise, he’ll follow up with text correction with an asterisk (though it's rarely seen unless it's a particular slang or name spelling).

Rarely uses "lol" in favor of "haha" OR even rarer, the laughing emoji when he’s actually laughing harder than usual.

He does use some some abbreviations and convenient shorthands that just help with cutting down on time spent typing. 

On that note of emojis, Diluc uses emojis sparingly, but you'll see it more often if he feels that he’s close to you and will sound a little more casual.

He is most often using the normal smiley, 🙂. 

Tends to keep his texts short and to the point, but once in awhile....you may see longer texts from him if he’s explaining something. Nothing outrageous because he gives rather clear instructions and cuts all the fluff. That’s typical of him.

While they are to the point, they aren’t curt or cold (unless your POV is kaeya....in which that case Diluc really becomes curt).

You’ll feel his emotions come through. His warmth will show up in his text when he’s concerned or his silent anger....when he’s angry....(I encourage all to evacuate the premise if you feel endangered in any way.)

How long does it take for him to reply: He’ll usually get back to you or he’ll give you a timeframe of when he’ll get back to you or answer your text/inquiry. He’s usually on top of his responses unless he’s super busy, in which he’ll apologize for the long wait and get right into responding.

He’lll try not to leave you on read, unless of course the aforementioned busy state he could be in considering his workload or assignments OR unless you’re Kaeya. Yeah, he can be cold to his bro. Just doesn’t have time for his shenanigans sometimes. 

Sample of getting back to you about your proposal:

D: Just looked through it. I have made notes on the margins for suggestions. Of course, these are just suggestions. Feel free to ignore them if they’re irrelevant.  D: All right, ttyl. Send me your revised proposal if you want me to look through it again.  D: Just finishing up my own and submitting it before the end of the week.

Sample of him texting you if you two are dating:

D: Morning, y/n.🙂 D: Just wanted to text you that before you get out today. D: I’ll be honest. I couldn’t sleep last night. Probably just nerves. Kaeya would laugh at me if I told him, which is why I won’t. D: I can’t wait to see you in a bit. D: Please text me if anything comes up.

Yes, yes. He’s so sweet. Please let me have him. Also, he definitely debated which emoji to send in that second to last text.  “Is another smiley emoji too eager? How about 🥰? No...no. That’s too much.” It reminded him too much of what Kaeya would do and he just mentally eyerolls or groans in response. The reminder causes him pain and makes him feel embarrassed. “Maybe I shouldn’t add an emoji at all? Ugh. There...I sent it.” By the way, he really wanted to send this emoji, 😌, because that’s how he felt, but didn’t. Although, he immediately starts second guessing himself and wishes he could retract it, but ultimately accepts it. He accepts his fate. 

When the two of you start dating for longer, he won’t have to second guess himself anymore because you’ll know him so well. Be easy on him, he doesn’t have any dating experience, but boy does he try. He tries his best on top of Kaeya laughing at him at every turn.

As a side thing, Diluc would be real shy and quiet whenever you guys are talking on the phone because he feels like it’s surreal to hear your voice over the phone. He feels like phone calls are more intimate. Staying quiet is a good way for him to hide his nervousness from you.

Kaeya: He keeps things classy and relatively chill. 😉

Proper Grammar and stylistically due to his literature background.😏

Keeps auto-punctuation enabled, but has autocorrect/auto-spelling off because he knows how to spell (occasionally forgets the spelling of the flavorful and less used words), but also because he just likes to use slang and make sure his phone doesn’t autocorrect the names he types.😕

He’ll use abbreviations in texting like your lols and lmaos, ttyl, imo, and so on, Not the type to make up abbreviations of his own unless they’re inside jokes between you two.😀

Yes, he’ll use quotations as “air quotations” and expect to see italics for all things sussy. 

If you haven’t caught on yet, yes, the smug emoji is representative of him 😏 and is seen in most of his texts because he knows the tea and wants to know other people’s tea.

You can kind of expect him to use all the emojis at his disposal except the really loud ones like: 🤬🥵😭🙀. Yeah sorry, he doesn’t do cat emojis...but he might make exception if the person he’s dating likes cats.🤭 Anything to please his partner or bring a smile to his friend’s face.

Definitely changes the hand emojis to match his skin tone. No doubt about that.💅

His text lines is variety just depending on what he’s talking about or replying, there’s no real limit, except I don’t think he would ever do those longgggggggg paragraph texts. Yeah, that’s not very classy to him.😕 If he needs to type that much, he might as well call them or meet up.

It might be hard to discern if Kaeya is being sarcastic or genuine sometimes because he always seems to be hiding behind his emojis. Sometimes he’ll use emojis deliberately to mask what he’s really feeling... 😟

How long does it take for him to reply: He almost always has his phone on him and on hand, so it’s safe to say he’ll respond relatively quickly if not right away, but once in awhile he might just leave some people on read if it’s the non-essential or some pesky acquaintances. 🤭

The thing about him is, he talks to nearly everyone, but how close he is to each is varied and actually only talks to a few on a daily basis who he can share all his gossip and personal updates like Diluc, Dainsleif, Rosaria, and Lisa. The list goes on for a little longer...

Sample of texting to Lisa:

K: Remember how I told you about Beidou from L College being Ninggaung’s lackey for the week?👀 K: Well, I think they’re dating now.🤭 K: I have heard so much from my sources as of late, I can’t wait to share it with you. K:🧐 K: I think this is enough to warrant a phone call or a coffee break. You let me know.

Sample of texting you to go out on a date:

K: Hey there, y/n. K: I wanted to ask you in person, but I didn’t get the chance with you speeding off to your next class. As usual...😩 K: But I was hoping we could meet up for a coffee date at the spot I was talking to you about. 😏 K: Anytime is good with me. I’m pretty flexible. 😉

Confident guy, but secretly hoping you have time and won’t reject him right away.  He was typing, “unless you don’t want to...,” but then deleted it because he really wanted you to say yes and doesn’t want to leave an inch for you to turn away from him.

He enjoys phone calls more than Diluc for any situation. Hearing him laugh or chuckle through the phone is a treat. Not to mention whenever he hums a “hmm” lowly. Ohhh, it’s delectable.🤭 If only he knew how it makes Kaeya simps feel to hear all that.😩  

Dainsleif: At this point, he really should just trademark the thumbs up emoji.

I’m sure you can pick up from the short blurb that Dain really doesn’t type much at all and will mostly just uses some hand emojis to respond to most texts. Honestly, it should be talent.

Sometimes it can drive some people nuts over what he means when they’re texting him something urgent like “omg, I’m having a panic attack,” and he just goes “👍.“ Like do you mean, “cool story bro” or “good on you for dying right now.”

Maybe he doesn’t care, but people will never know because he doesn’t really make it known. I mean...you have to be either the bravest or angriest person ever to confront him about it. Most times, I think people just leave it at that because it might hurt their pride a little knowing what he really thought. The guy can be pretty blunt and cold.

Honestly, he might not even get to text a thumbs up emoji when you’re having a panic attack because he’s not always on his phone. Especially, when he’s working and he’ll see the text like....god knows when. Although, as someone who I consider as tech-savy, he can always link up his texts to his laptop. So, I guess he straight up either silence the texts or ignore that text....I’m kidding, he would have never ignore something that dire if he has the person on his contacts (and kept that contact...) Thank goodness he’s not in the medical field.

He’s definitely the type you want to talk to in-person if you want his honest answer. Texts are only so good to a certain point. 

Texting is for scheduling for meet ups or phone calls. Or simply a way for him to get quick updates from someone.

Needless to say, his texts are super short, if he types anything, and even more to-the-point than Diluc’s.

Yeah, he’s not a great conversationalist over texts at all.

He’s quite infuriating to those who are fast texters or prefer texting over to phone calls.

However, he’s not entirely neglectful. It just depends on who is sending him texts.

He doesn’t use a whole lot of punctuation, but his texts aren’t long so they’re very clear  

How long does it take for him to reply: Well.....it depends. If you’re not high on the list of priority, maybe never. He’ll straight up leave you on read like what he does to Kaeya sometimes, but Kaeya finds ways to grab his interests, which leads Dain to reply sooner than usual.

Sample of texts with someone from the same major as him:

Monday 7:06 PM Guy: Did you manage to recover the files for Fred? Dain: 👍 Guy: Awesome👍

Wednesday 8:23 PM Guy: We just arrived at Jerry’s party! where u at? Dain: 🦶 Guy: I’m assuming ure walking over then... Wednesday 9:30 PM Guy: Dude, it’s been like a hr, where u at? Guy: People are starting to wonder if ure coming at all... Guy: Please get here soon! Wednesday 11:43 PM Guy: Dude, did u leave early? I don’t c u anywere. [Left on read.] 

Thursday 1:45 PM Guy: Man screw u. I heard u left with cynthia! Bet u guys screwed!! Guy: Fak u, thinking ure the shyt or something! [Contact deleted. Conversation deleted.]

They did indeed have s*x only because she asked nicely and Dain was not in a relationship. Dain’s a gentleman who doesn’t mind casual s*x, but also who is he to deny a nice lady asking politely (or anybody asking politely in general😉). Beats hanging with douchebags. He has no time for drama or toxicity. He cuts them off right away.

Sample of a text to you when you’re dating him:

Dain: Hey Dain: I thought I should text you something like you told me to  Dain: I’m having PM classes today from 5 to 10 today Dain: But I’ll be free outside of that Dain: Let me know if you need me for anything Dain: We can meet up for lunch if you want You: Sure! Dain: 👍

Now, I know what this all sounds like, but let it be known, he is not a player. In fact, when he’s dating someone, the other person is more likely dump or cheat on him because he’s actually super faithful to his partner. S*xy times are reserved only for his partner if they so wished it. Unfortunately… sometimes the other person just doesn’t share the same level of commitment as he does...🥺 By the way, that’s considered a lot of texting by his standards and expect it to continue because that’s how committed and serious he is.

Ajax/Tartaglia: He’s normal, I don’t know what to talk about.🙃

There’s not a whole lot of characteristics to be picked out from his texting styles other than the fact that he always seems to reply to you when you least expect him to like....immediately replying to you even though you’re sending him texts at 3 AM. Like...does he even sleep?

That and his arsenal of emoji usage: 🤗🤭😑😧😲🥺😩😈 🥰😘🤯😃😉😎🥳🙃

He is one emoji beast and every one of them can immediately help you evoke the expression he has at every given moment. At least it’s nice to know how he’s feeling.

How long does it take for him to reply: Not long as long as he’s conscious. If he’s sleeping, well sometimes he’ll wake up to the sound of his phone pinging because he doesn’t really set it to silent mode except when he has class or during a movie. He usually has his phone on ring because he’s always there when you need him. He’s there for both his family and friends, and as long as he’s alive, he’ll continue to commit to his loved ones. (This only possible for someone as crazy as he is...or beastly...)

Sample of him replying to your 3 AM texts:

3:21 AM Ajax: Everything alright? It’s not like you to text this late...😐 You: Yeah, but isn’t that same for you? Ajax: Er...I might’ve had coffee too late in the afternoon? Ajax:😩 You: 🤭 A latte again? Ajax: Yup, couldn’t resist.... They were having a chestnut praline latte promotion and they were HALF OFF!!!!😋 Ajax: I may or may not have drank a little more than I should have🙃 You: And you didn’t invite me... You:😞 Ajax: Hey chin up, it’ll be my treat tomorrow 😉 Ajax: WAIT! I mean...my treat in a few hours🤣🤣 You: That’s true!!!🤣🤣 Ajax: So I’ll see you in a few...and then you can tell me what’s going on ok? You: Yeah, that sounds good  Ajax:😃👍

Best bro and he’s the same if not more with his siblings. He’s always there to support his people. He’ll schedule a meeting with people as soon as he can if he senses anything is wrong. Heck, he might just show up on your stoop or front door if it’s serious enough. He’s just that kind of guy and you can’t hide from him either 🙃... “You can run, but you won’t get far...” (Cancers are lowkey scary in how much they care sometimes....)

Sample of him texting you when you’re dating because:

Ajax: y/n..... Ajax: I miss you....😩 You: Ajax...it’s only been 2 days? You:🤨 Ajax: Yeah, but we could have shared 6 meals in those 2 days you know? Ajax:😧 You: Ajax, don’t ask for the impossible. Ajax: It’s not impossible if...say we’ve moved in together somewhere?🤗 You: What You: Wait! You: Hold on! You: Woah, let’s slow down a little bit here... Ajax: ok....😞 You: Right You: We can’t rush... Ajax: If you say so...😉

Be careful with this one.... If you have your own place, don’t be surprised if he starts sleeping over at your place more often or him trying to get you sleep over at his....he’s already started to get you comfortable with the idea and he won’t stop there. No...then he’ll start luring you in with his traditional style home cooking. Ho ho. Don’t let him lure you into it. No, you must resist! Resist those Russian pancakes. Hey, you! I meant food not the Russian pancakes on his body. *slaps your hand* No touchy! Once you’re onto him, you’re a goner.

Btw....here are those Russian Pancakes and a recipe. Yumm.

Thank you for reading this far!!

These headcannon posts are pretty experimental for me, but they’ve been fun to type up and think about.

Low key Kaeya’s texting style to ask someone out on a coffee date is pretty similar to what Tartalini would do as they both enjoy using winky emojis and are pretty flirty, but gotta diversify the texts and situations to deliver a breath of scenarios.

I had headcannons for Ayato’s texting style too, but I ran out of steam towards the end. So, I’ll just have to save those for another time.  I really wanted to elaborate on why I would think Dainsleif is open to casual s*x, but I feel like that could be a whole post on it’s own, so I tried to refrain from it taking over his section. After all, this is suppose to be on texting styles and their tendencies. 😉

I just hope you enjoyed reading it! If you’re interested in more of my modern AU headcannons, you check it here!

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[bobathirstaccount]

Rancorous Romance

Boba x fem!reader, established relationship fluff/ flirting, smut

TW: 1x use of “daddy”

***

Boba smiled. You had messaged him randomly, midday. It was midnight and you were still chatting. Laying in bed alone, he didn’t feel lonely.

Currently, you were gossiping about Din’s love life. You both suspected he had someone special, but he would admit nothing. 

-I wonder who it is. Maybe it’s that new guy?- You were intent on figuring it out.

Boba considered. -Nah, I think it’s that pretty Twi’lek he’s been hanging around recently.-

-Oh. So she’s pretty. Hmm..-

-Not as pretty as you are-

-That’s more like it-

Boba smiled to himself as he typed his reply. -Still coming home tomorrow?-

-Yeah. Miss u-

He sighed. You were only a short trip away, at a spa with Fennec having a girls’ weekend. But it felt like light years. He tried to not be clingy. -Cool. Just checking. I have to kick my other girlfriend out before you get back-

-lol So funny…-

Boba smiled again. He couldn’t wait for you to be safely home again. Being with Fennec, he knew you were safe already, but he worried slightly nonetheless. -It’s my charm that keeps you around-

-haha.. babe you’re selling yourself short, it’s also cuz you got a huge c0ck- You teased.

He laughed. -well that too, ofc-

-g’night babe… im tired from all this relaxing I’ve been doing. C u soon 😘-

He debated whether or not to include an emoji in his reply. Finally, he typed -ok-

-miss u- He added, still conflicted. He was bad at showing his feelings.

He sighed, and put his device down. Time to try to sleep, without you by his side. He laid awake for awhile, missing you.

***

You shimmied up to him in a slinky dress. Your skin was glowing and healthy looking. He licked his lips subconsciously. Fennec smirked at him from behind you.

“You both look… like you spent a lot money at the spa.” He raised an eyebrow. You and Fennec laughed as if you were sharing an inside joke. He felt suspicious.

“We did alright.” Fennec breezed past him. You hung back, looking like you were waiting for something. Boba tilted his head curiously. “Well, where’s my welcome home kiss?” You simpered.

Smiling, he took you in his arms and kissed you hard. When he pulled away, you were breathless. “More…” you cooed, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He put his gloved hands on your bare back. You felt the warm leather run along your skin. It made you shiver in anticipation. “Soon, love…” Boba purred, his hands coming to rest on your hips. He kissed your cheek softly, then turned, pulling you gently along. “Come, I have a surprise for you…” He wrapped his arm around your waist possessively.

The two of you walked slowly down several long corridors, enjoying each other’s company. Finally, you realized where you were headed. You guessed what your surprise might be. You had been asking for an animal companion. You guessed it was a bantha. But you decided to play dumb.

“Where we headed?” You leaned into Boba’s strong body.

He seemed pleased, “Don’t worry; we’ll be there soon.”

Smiling to yourself, you asked, “Is your other girlfriend gone yet?”

Boba rumbled a laugh. “Yeah I thought it best, you know you would kick her ass.” He squeezed you affectionately.

You giggled softly, flattered. “I’d kick your ass.”

Boba laughed again, “I guess you probably would.”

You wrapped both arms around him and leaned into him. “I might as well carry you, the way you’re leaning on me…” He sounded pleased again.

“I mean, if you insist…” you invited. Without breaking his gait, he swung you up into his arms. You immediately pecked a kiss onto his cheek. He tried not to smile. You bit your lip slightly, amused and happy. He carried you down the corridor as if you weighed nothing.

Suddenly, he stopped. You had arrived. You heard Boba’s rancor. It was whickering strangely.

“Is she okay?” You looked into Boba’s face. He seemed carefree.

“She has been acting a little weird, but I think that’s just because of your Surprise…” He set you down gently. You furrowed your brow, confused. He put a finger to your chin. Smiling, you closed your eyes as he leaned in to kiss you lightly. 

A tiny growl sounded. That was new.

“What’s that?”

Boba smiled broadly, despite himself. You made a dubious face. He continued to smile, and grabbed your hand. Pulling you along, he led you into the stables. The rancor on the left stuck its large nose to the gate. It snuffled at Boba. He cooed baby talk at it, briefly distracted. You watched, full of warm emotions.

The rancor on the right whimpered sadly. Wait — the rancor on the right? You spun around, shocked. Another rancor? You sputtered your amazement. Boba came up behind you. “I know how much you love animals, especially big smelly ones like rancors. So I found him - the runt of the litter. Very small and sickly. But we can help him. You can help him.”

You started to cry. You wanted to make your new baby feel better. He shushed you, “Shh… let’s go inside his pen and he can finally meet you. He’s ready to bond with his person. It’ll help him relax and feel safe.”

You stepped inside, shaking slightly. Boba calmly walked up to the small rancor, and patted him on the head. You drew nearer. Boba held out his hand, and you took it. He placed your hand on the rancor’s warm, sticky nose. It sniffed you, curious. You spoke softly, trying to soothe him with your voice. He shuddered and whimpered again.

Boba grabbed you and positioned you directly in front of the rancor. He walked around to the side of its head and began to undo the blindfold. You gulped. Would the baby accept you?

The blindfold came away. The baby blinked slowly, timidly. His eyes adjusted and he looked into yours. You knew right away. Everything was going to be fine. Better than that. You approached the rancor and, smiling, kissed him between the eyes. He rumbled softly, happily. You sat down next to him and gave him scritches on the side of his head. Your baby rancor purred and half closed his eyes, content. Boba sat down on your other side. “See, he just needed to meet you.”

The rancor snuffled again. “He’s on medication; with that and love he’s gonna be fine,” Boba reassured. You turned and kissed Boba’s cheek.

“Oh, I still get kisses too?” He teased.

“Only after the Baby,” you sassed.

Boba tried to contain another smile. It made you smile, and you leaned in to kiss him. He pulled you into his lap and deepened the kiss for a moment. Your Baby made a soft whistling noise. Concerned, you both looked over at him. His eyes were closed and he was drooling slightly, asleep.

“Let’s let him sleep,” Boba said quietly. You carefully stood and exited the pen.

As soon as you were outside and Boba’s rancor saw him, it started a fuss. “Is she jealous?” You asked.

“Hmm, maybe,” Boba rushed over to her. Soothing her, he turned back to you, “Maybe we should give her some attention. Want to go for a ride?”

You grinned, giddy, “Duh.”

Boba smiled, “Let’s get you out of that dress and into something more appropriate for the occasion…” He looked you up and down.

Smirking, you walked towards him, “Can you help me?”

“I insist, in fact…” his tone was teasing, but his eyes were lustful. When you reached him, he pulled you into a tight embrace. You wrapped your arms around his neck. Kissing him, you smooshed yourself against him. His rancor sniffled. “Oh, don’t be jealous,” Boba said over his shoulder to her.

Feeling mischievous, you backed up and pulled Boba along until you reached a small alcove next to an empty pen. “Whatever are we going to do here?” Boba’s hands were all over you. You coyly undid the single clasp that kept the dress on your body. It slid off you to the floor. 

“Hmmm…” Boba eyed you appreciatively. You backed into the wall and pulled him close. Then you took his hands and directed him to where you wanted him to touch you. His warm gloved hands drug over your skin tantalizingly.

Finally, he could take no more teasing. Growling, he grabbed your ass and hoisted you up so that you were sandwiched between the wall and his body. He kissed down your throat, his mouth hot and his teeth gently raking along your collar bone.

You cooed to him as he undid his clothing. “You wanna see how much I missed you?” He asked, voice low.

“Ooh, the great Daimyo Boba Fett missed lil ole me?” You teased.

He hmphed, “You know I love you…” He kissed your lips as your heart jumped. He rarely said such emotionally open things. “Show me, then,” you said when he pulled away. He held back a smile and repositioned so his hips were between your thighs. “I couldn’t sleep last night, without you… I missed your snoring.”

You burst out laughing, “I do not do that!”

Boba huffed in amusement before kissing you hard. “No, it’s true.” He kissed down your throat again, “But I don’t mind.” His hands grabbed your legs, pulling them further apart. Before you could defend yourself further, he thrust into you, making your head loll back.

“How come you gotta make me miss you so much?” Boba set an achingly slow pace. “Say you’re sorry,” he pulled out, making you whimper.

“S-sorry daddy,” you mumbled, wrapping your legs around him in an attempt to get him to penetrate you again.

“Say it like you mean it,” he resisted easily. Moaning his name, you pleaded and begged, squirming against his body.

“Hmmm, that’s pretty good,” Boba relented, plunging back into your pussy. The feeling of his body holding you in place while he stroked you drove you crazy.

“Baby, you feel so good,” you cooed, pulling him to yourself.

Boba bit your shoulder lightly as he teased you with his thrusts, making them slow and deliberate. You felt your body tensing up under him, but you couldn’t cum. “Harder, please, you’re killing me,” you begged.

“Hmmm, be my good girl and hold on for me,” he whispered into your ear, his thrusting steady and slow. “Let me show you how much I missed you… how much I need you…”

His hands slid up to grab your chest while he continued to fuck into you slowly. “How much I missed this,” Boba kissed you hard on the mouth while his shaft slid slowly into you. He paused for a second, then finally gave you want you wanted. He fucked into you hard, pinning your arms above your head with one hand while the other held you in place. “Nowcum for me,” he commanded. Your hot pussy finally boiled over and you squirmed and moaned for him.

“Such a good girl, baby you’re perfect,” his gravelly voice was strained.

Feeling faint, you let your head fall back into the cool wall. Boba took the opportunity to kiss up your throat slowly. When he reached your mouth, he kissed you softly. “How come I’m so lucky?” He pulled away to ask.

You smiled and caressed his face. Boba’s rancor whined loudly. You both smiled. “Well we have you out of your clothing… now we just need to get you into something else, so we don’t keep her waiting any longer.” He pulled you forward and lifted you up into his arms.

Carrying you down the hallway, he asked, “Should we visit the Tuskens?”

You smiled again. His fondness for the Tuskens was very endearing to you. “Yes, baby, let’s go see them,” you said softly. He grinned. It was good to be together again.

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[ghastlybin]

hi there! i wanted to request a dreamcatcher sua x 8th member scenario: ok this is super cheesy but whatever, basically all of the dc members are dating someone and sua and 8th member are the only single ones. Since reader is the latest addition to the group compared to other, they didn't think much of it but on the other hand, sua has been feeling kinda lonely and touch starved, so she's happy when a new member arrived that way shes not that lonely anymore. they both start becoming very affectionate with eachother (always huging or having any kind of physical contact) until they both develop feelings for eachother? (a little angst at first but lots of fluff pls)

Thank you for the request! I hope I added enough fluff, otherwise please let me know if you’d like me to edit with more!! I tried my best without being overly cheesy or overly angsty (actually tried to keep it subtle lol)

Pairing: Sua x (Gender neutral) Reader

Word count: 939

Genre/contents: Dreamcatchers 8th member! Reader x Sua, a lil angst but way more fluffy (I hope)

Note: is “co-members” even a fcking word LMAO but uhhh I don’t really have much of a note this time? Just that I will finally admit that maybe I am not very good with fluff but hey, I still love it. Too cheesy? A little cheesy? Good thing I like cheese amiright?? :,) Someday I will be good at writing the fluffiest fluff imaginable.

Can she just reject me already so I can move on? Or like… Yk, give me a CHANCE :,((((

Sua was happy for them, seeing the girls with their significant others. She was happy they found someone who treated them with respect and cared for them.

But with that happiness on their behalf, also came a sense of longing. Loneliness that couldn’t be eased.

When you were added into the group’s lineup, she was glad to find out you were single as she would no longer be the only one in the group without a significant other.

She was just glad to have someone to hang out with without being third wheeled or feel as if she were intruding in the girls’ relationship.

With you, Sua felt less alone. Neither of you had a special someone to spend your free time with, thus spending it with each other by watching movies, eating at a small restaurant together, visit the karaoke bar- Anything that could be done with another person, there you and Sua were, having the time of your lives.

The only people that didn’t think you two were a couple- with the amount of time you’ve both spent together- were you and Sua.

“A new bakery shop opened up down the street,” Sua raised an eyebrow at you expectantly, “wanna come?”

You had already started to walk towards the door, where Sua stood.

“You had me at bakery.”

Sua grinned, linking her arm around your elbow and skipping out of the door and down the street with you.

The bakery had a few people already there to check it out, but there were plenty of tables for you and Sua to sit down together while enjoying one of the baked goods they sold.

“How did you find this place?” You asked, covering your mouth so she wouldn’t see you talking with your mouth full.

Sua smiled, “just in the neighborhood and saw the ‘grand opening’ sign.”

You took a short break from eating the pastry you had ordered, seeing how most of the customers were together- most notably, they were couples, holding each other’s hands, laughing with each other, one couple was even sharing a milkshake.

“Aw, are you going to replace me?“ Sua joked, seeing you were looking at all of the couples in the bakery. She felt a pang in her heart when she said that, thinking of the possibility.

You shook your head in response, finishing the pastry.

“No, never.” You replied, swallowing before continuing, “I do, someday, want to go on a date- An actual date.”

“What’s wrong with the dates we go on now?” Sua asked, although she was joking again, she was afraid of what you’d answer.

“I mean as a couple type of date, not a friend date.” You smiled, pushing your empty plate forward as you leaned back into the chair.

Sua felt that familiar ache in her chest. The longing and loneliness she felt when she saw the other members with their significant others.

She didn’t understand why it pained her to hear you say that or why it bothered her deep down when you called your time together, ‘friend dates’.

You noticed she had zoned out, staring at you with a soft frown. You brushed it off, though, and stacked her empty plate on top of yours.

“Besides, I don’t know if I want to date right now.” You spoke, seeing she was still staring at you with the same expression. “You know, with group promotions and all.”

Sua blinked after so long, forcing a smile, “yeah…Me too.”

You raised your eyebrows, unconvinced.

“I’m joking.” You smiled. Sua didn’t know what the joke was. She just figured you were going to find someone else to spend all of your time with and be clingy as you and Sua were with each other.

Sua realized that her pain wasn’t because she didn’t like the thought of you replacing her as a friend because she’d be lonely.

It was because she just didn’t like the thought of seeing you with someone else.

“I want you.”

You froze at her sudden words, grinning when she started to get flustered, her face turning red and her hands flying up to her face to ‘hide’ from you.

“I mean, I like you.” Sua clarified, still not meeting your gaze.

You reached across the table, taking her hands into yours, the grin still on your face.

“I was hoping you’d be the first to say that,” you chuckled. “I was terrified of what you’d say if I confessed first.”

Sua readjusted her hands in order for her to be able to rub her thumbs on the back of your hands.

“I was hoping you would be the first to confess.” Sua seemed less flustered at this point, her once flustered eyes were now focused solely on you.

“Does this count as an actual date now?” You scrunched your nose, half-joking.

A part of you wished she would say yes.

The other part of you wanted to restart on a different date, only officially as a couple and not as ‘friends’ or ‘co-members’.

“No,” Sua let go of your hands, standing up and grabbing the plates when she did. You followed her, hoping she’d clarify more. Sua set the plates under the sign where guests have been asked to set used dishes.

Sua looked at you, cupping your worried face and planted a kiss on your forehead.

“We will go on an official date.”

You felt relief wash over you, smiling happily as the two of you walked out the same way you both walked in.

Sua’s arm linked around your elbow.

Only this time it was as more than friends.

#dreamcatcher imagines #dreamcatcher x reader #dreamcatcher sua #dreamcatcher sua x reader #I will admit I am down bad for this woman but YALL GET IT #I think most of my followers ARE InSomnia lol I love it

[amor1st03]

The Princess and the Bard | Eddie Munson

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Fantasy au LORT type beat, princess x civilian type thing

Warnings: Idk fighting?

In which: the princess sets out to save her Kingdom and brings a handsome bard to help her

A/N: This is inspired by the fantasy au fanart I keep seeing literally everywhere of Eddie and it also has very heavy influence from the LOTR (I finally got round to watching all 3 of them and all 3 of the hobbit films, yes, I know I'm late to the party but as a kid, I could never get into them) so full credit to the artists of the art and to Tolkien for inspiring this. Idk if someone else has written something like this but I was like screw it, I'll give it a shot. Also I wrote some of this after a night out and I've edited it but I must admit drunk me is not that bad of a writer, she has some good ideas lmao. Just a last couple of things before I let you read on in my head I ended up having quite a developed world like I fr got into this thinking of all these cute moments I see happening in this fantasy world so be prepared, it's long. Also, I have literally no idea how to write a fight scene but I tried my best lol. Anyways, I'll leave you to it now, hope you enjoy!

"Come on, Willow," You whispered to the horse as you guided her out of the stable. The grass crunched beneath your feet as you sighed looking down at it. Once a luscious green, it was now dull and grey. You crouched down to pick a dying flower and twirled it between your fingers.

"We will save our land," You spoke softly, "We must."

"Your highness?" A voice broke your train of thoughts as you stood and turned to face the familiar girl.

"Robin."

"Your highness, what are you doing?" Your lady-in-waiting questioned.

"No one's around, you don't have to call me that."

"You know we can never be too sure, Y/N." She smiled.

"You know what I'm doing."

"You're going to join the battle."

"Yes. I have to. You heard what the oracle told me. This is my Kingdom, I must fight for it."

"And I will not stand in your way." You smiled at her as she came closer to you. You embraced her.

"Please try and make sure no one sends word to my father. I want to find him and the army before he sends some of them to find me."

"I'll try and give you as much time as possible."

"Thank you. You're my best friend, you know that right?"

"And you're mine," She replied.

"Now, I dismiss you of your duties today, go home and enjoy time with your wife." She pulled away and smiled at you.

"Be safe."

"I will," You said as you walked back to Willow and mounted her.

"Good luck. You can do this."

"I have to do this. To save the Kingdom."

***

You were lost. You hated to admit it but you were. You had spent most of your life stuck inside the castle other than when you snuck out with Robin dressed as a civilian or the few short trips you took as a child with your parents. As the future Queen of the Kingdom, most of your duties were inside the castle, observing your father and preparing for when you would rule. The lessons in etiquette and politics had always been boring but there was one benefit. Your training for battle. It always felt like a way for you to release any emotion. It also made you feel more powerful like you would be able to protect yourself and your Kingdom. Of course, you had never had a chance to prove you were a warrior as your father forbids you from ever even setting foot on a battlefield.

You knew you could prove yourself, well that was if you ever managed to find your way there. As you moved through the forest you heard a branch snap somewhere in front of you. There was a scream. You hurried Willow along until you found the source of the noise at the edge of the forest. There you found a man hanging from his foot caught in a trap. Beyond the trees, there were crop fields you could only assume he had planned to sneak in and steal some crops before he got caught in this trap. The man was trying to reach up to where his foot was trapped and release himself.

"Jesus H. Christ," He muttered. You rolled your eyes as you slid off your horse and approached him quietly. Without a single word, you unsheathed your sword and swung it at the rope, cutting it. The man crashed to the ground with a loud thud. He groaned in pain before jumping up and brushing himself off.

"Thank you," He said, sheepishly.

"Who are you, thief?"

"I am no thief, well only occasionally. But mostly I am a bard and a traveler." He moved and reached for a lute that had been resting against a nearby tree you hadn't noticed. "And my name is Edward Munson, but most call me Eddie."

"Well, Edward Munson, let me ask you one thing. You say you are a traveler, does that mean you know the way to the border between our Kingdom and the Kingdom of Dark?"

"Yes, in fact, I do. I know this land better than almost anyone."

"Can you take me to the border?"

"You said you only had one thing to ask me. That is a second question." You raised your sword and pointed it at his throat. He threw his hands up and tried to back away a little but backed into a tree instead. "Yes, I could take you but why should I? Who are you?" You lowered your sword and reached for the hood that had been blocking your face. When he saw you he gasped and proceeded to lower himself onto one knee.

"Your highness, I apologise, I was not aware it was you."

"You don't need to kneel." He looked up at you before rising to his feet again.

"I will take you, m'lady. But the journey is not easy."

"I didn't plan on it being." You waited a minute, unsure of how much to share with him. "I am on an important mission, the lives of everyone in this Kingdom depend on it. But be warned, if you betray me, I will kill you without a second thought."

"A may be somewhat of a thief, but disloyal to you and this Kingdom, I am not."

"Good, now how long will this journey take? Now that there are two of us making the journey I fear we may be undersupplied."

"It could take a few weeks, at least two."

"Well then, we should make haste. First, we'll head to the closest village and find you a horse."

***

You and Eddie had been traveling for close to two weeks. You had collected more supplies and managed to bargain for a horse for Eddie. After that, you traveled across baron wastelands and through snowy mountains. When you reached the mountains, you knew there was no way you would be able to take the two horses with you and with tears in your eyes, released them. You hoped maybe one day you would see your horse, Willow, again. Now here you were, camping in the woods at the bottom of the mountains you crossed.

You and Eddie had quickly grown close and learned to trust each other. Near the summit of one of the mountains, you walked along a narrow, rocky path when Eddie's foot slipped. He managed to catch himself and hold onto some of the rocky surfaces as you reached out your hand to him. You had never experienced the sheer amount of panic that coursed through your veins as you reached for him. With all your strength you managed to pull him up over the ledge causing both of you to fall back onto the ground. You stared up at him in relief. You let yourself take a moment to really focus on his features. Had he always been this handsome? Yes, you thought, you had just been too caught up in the journey to really appreciate it.

"Are you alright?" You asked, your voice barely audible. He nodded looking down at you before quickly jumping up. He cleared his throat before offering you his hand and pulling you up onto your feet.

"They should really put up warnings, this path is certainly not safe, any second we could be falling to our deaths."

"It's not meant to be traveled on, it just takes longer to travel around it."

"Right. Well, yes, we are in a hurry so best be on our way, just watch your step."

"Me? If I recall, it was you who was hanging off the edge just a moment ago, not I."

"I'm not listening!" He said in a sing-song tone as he continued to walk ahead.

"It is you that needs to watch your step, not I!" You laughed.

"Still can't hear you." He began to hum loudly as you rolled your eyes with a smile. His lightheartedness had made the journey so much easier. It was also the reason you had come to care so much for him. He was easy to like. Easy to love, but no, you were sure you were getting ahead of yourself. Your feelings for him didn't matter. They couldn't after this was all over you would be separated. If you won the battle, you would return to the castle and be forced to continue with your duties. If you lost, the world would be all death and darkness. You would lose him some way, eventually.

Now here you were, in the woods with him, leaning against a tree watching the flames of the campfire dance in the breeze.

"We've been traveling for almost two weeks now to the edge of the Kingdom. I know it must have something to do with the battle going on there but what really is the princess doing so far away from home?"

"What? You think I can't fight alongside the army?" You asked but your tone was light.

"I'm sure you're perfectly capable of fighting in the war, I have no doubt. But it's just unusual. I've rarely heard of a princess fighting alongside the army." You sat in silence a moment, contemplating whether or not you should explain what you had set out to do but you knew you trusted him enough, and really who was he going to tell? There was no one traveling with you and you knew, as tough as he had been throughout the journey, he was no match for you.

"My father did not want me fighting even though I offered to. He left with his army a few days before I set off. I felt helpless and in the hopes of livening my spirit my friend helped me sneak out of the castle into the marketplace disguised as a civilian. There I encounter an oracle who pulled me aside and told me it was no use hiding under my hood for she knew who I was. She ushered me and my friend into a tavern and told me she had been expecting me to come into the town sooner or later and that she had important information regarding the battle."

"What did she tell you?"

"Well, you know why we are fighting right? A year ago the Dark forces snuck into the palace and stole the Crown Jewels. Our source of magic, it's what keeps the lands alive and thriving. Over time as my father began to build and organise our forces, the land started dying, and illness and disease swept over the Kingdom. The only way to save was to fight the Kingdom of Shadow and retrieve what was stolen. The oracle told me there was a prophecy centuries ago that this would happen and the only person who would be able to take the jewels back would be a princess of human and elven descent."

"Elven descent? Your mother."

"Yes, my mother." Elves were said to be the most beautiful creatures of all. They lived outside of your Kingdom but often visited as they had a fondness for humans. Your mother had been the daughter of an elven nobleman traveling to the town when she had met your father on one of her visits. There were few elves who married humans as they had to give up most of their power but your mother had done so to be with your father. She had died when you were only ten after she fell ill.

"That is why I must make it to the battlefield and find a way into their fortress and retrieve the jewels. To save our land. The oracle said I had to succeed or we would all perish."

"Woah. So no pressure then," He joked. "Sorry, not the right time."

"Definitely not." But you couldn't help but smile a little. Eddie smiled back.

"You know my story, now tell me more about you. You've told me about your travels but tell me where your come from, your family, your story."

"I come from the same place as you do, actually. The town I mean, not the castle, obviously. My father left us when I was little. My mother said it was better off that way anyway. I haven't got much to say about my childhood, it wasn't particularly special but it was happy. It was my uncle who introduced me to the lute and that is how I discovered my love of music. I still visit home quite often but I love to travel."

"When I'm Queen my father won't be able to stop me from traveling. I want to see as much of our Kingdom as possible, as much of my people as possible."

"If we make it out of the battle alive maybe I could show you my favourite places."

"We? You're joining the fight." There it was again, that panicked feeling.

"Yes, I know I'm not some great warrior but everything you've said about fighting for your Kingdom, I want to help too. You've been training me in case we encounter anything and I think I'm getting the hang of it. I was thinking I could help you make it into the fortress, it might not be much but I will offer my full loyalty to you, your highness."

"How many times, you don't have to call me that." You tried to push the feeling of panic aside. At least if he came with you into the fortress you could keep him by your side but now you weren't only scared for yourself but him as well.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. It's just your the princess, it feels weird treating you like another commoner."

"Why? We're all the same really. My mother always told me that a King or Queen's duty isn't to dictate but to serve and protect. I may be a Queen, but I am still human, just like you."

"Well, half-human."

"Yes, half I suppose but still."

"I think you will be the most caring and just leader this Kingdom has ever seen."

"I hope so."

"In fact, I think you will be the greatest of all." You smiled brightly at each other but were soon interrupted by the noise of movement behind you. You quickly turned but couldn't make out anything in the dark.

"Quick, put the fire out." Eddie did as you said as you slowly moved towards where the noise had come from. You withdrew your sword and listened. You heard voices in the distance and recognised the language.

"Trolls," You whispered to Eddie."Vicious creatures if they catch you trespassing which is exactly what we happen to be doing right this second." You moved to collect your things, keeping an eye out for them. Eddie copied you. As you slung your bag over your shoulder you caught sight of a group of trolls. At the same time, they noticed you.

"Here, take this," You handed a dagger to Eddie. "Go, I'm right behind you." The two of you took off running, branches scratching your cheeks as you raced away. Trolls were lawless creatures, they wouldn't care that you were the princess, they would kill you without a second thought. You heard footsteps behind you, nearing. You couldn't outrun them and there were too many to fight. You had to find somewhere to hide. Frantically, you looked around the area. You grabbed Eddie's hand and pulled him to a hollow tree. You pushed him inside before squeezing in beside him. You prayed the dark of the night would be enough to conceal your hiding place. Eddie breathed heavily, you felt his chest rise and fall against yours, fear evident in his eyes. You took one of his hands and placed it on your chest, slowing your breathing.

"Breathe," You whispered, looking at him in the eyes. He held your gaze as he took a deep breath in and out. You heard the footsteps of the trolls getting closer and closer and then you saw them pass your hiding place, their backs turned to you. It fell silent before you slid out from the tree trunk followed by Eddie.

"Close one," Eddie sighed from behind you as you looked around. You turned to face him.

"Eddie, duck!" You shouted. He ducked down as a troll swung his sword towards Eddie's head barely missing him. You charged forward and pushed Eddie aside. The troll brought his sword down towards you and it clashed with yours as you stopped it from striking you. You pushed the troll back and he brought his sword into the air, preparing to swing it down again but you were too quick. You surged forward, striking the creature in the heart. He staggered back before falling to the ground. You retrieved your sword from the creature before turning back to Eddie. He had stood up again as was still in shock from the attack.

You checked around to make sure there would be no other surprise attackers when something caught your eye through the trees.

"Look, over there." You pointed it out and Eddie turned to look. The two of you made your way over to it, pushing your way through the foliage. You stared in shock as you made your way to the clearing. In the middle of the clearing was a shimmering lake. "Luctus," You whispered.

"The River of Mourning. I've heard the rumours of its beauty but this is just. Wow," Eddie said, beside you.

"Could the other rumours be true?"

"It's worth a try. M'lady?" He held out his hand as you took it and led you towards the lake.

"It seems to be one of the only places that hasn't decayed yet."

"Maybe because it's already full of the souls of the lost," Eddie said as he knelt down at the edge of the lake. You knelt beside him. "Ready?" He asked and you nodded. Together you reached out and touched the water. It had a pleasant coolness to it. Suddenly, wisps of blue light danced off the surface. Starlight sparks seemed to be jumping off the surface and floating in the breeze. The sparks morphed into human-like creatures. Souls.

To one side you watched as the souls of three young children chased each other around laughing amongst themselves. On the other side of the lake, you made out a couple dancing across the surface of the water. You looked around searching for one face in particular. And there she was. Making her way toward you. You felt tears prickle your eyes. You turned to Eddie and saw a similar sad look in his eyes. You followed his line of sight and made out a woman making her way to him. The soft smile on her lips and bright eyes were the same as Eddie's.

"Your mother?" You asked.

"Yes," He replied, his voice cracking.

The two of you stood as the souls approached you. You felt a tear slide down your cheeks as your mother brought her hands up to your face, stroking gently. It felt like the wind kissing against your skin.

"My darling daughter."

"Mother," You choked out a sob.

"Come, let us walk, give them some privacy." She nodded toward Eddie and his mother.

You began walking along the water's edge as your mother followed along the surface.

"You've been so brave, darling. Your task is not an easy one, so much pressure is placed on you but you can do this. You have made it so far already."

"You know about my task?"

"Of course. I have always been with you. You must thank that boy for me for giving my daughter company for the journey and making her smile like she used to." You blushed slightly at your comment.

"I wouldn't be here without him. I haven't been to many places. I would still be lost, wandering in circles if it wasn't for him."

"You care for him, I can see it in your eyes. I had that same look when I met your father."

"Yes, I care for him but it can never happen?"

"Why not?"

"Father expects me to marry a nobleman."

"In my absence, your father has grown cold but he loves you more than anything else in this world. And he understands the importance of love. He will come around to it if it will make you truly happy." You smiled at her.

"I hope so."

The sky was now a rosy pink colour as the sun began to rise. Soft clouds burned with the light of the new day.

"We don't have long now, the sun is rising."

"Mother, I don't want you to go."

"I'll always be with you my dear." Tears started streaming from your eyes.

"I love you."

"I love you too." She leaned forwards and kissed your forehead as the sunrose higher in the sky. As the sun peaked over the trees, she began to fade. She moved away to look at you one last time and with a soft smile she disappeared. The lake glittered in the sunlight but the souls were gone. You walked back over to Eddie and embraced him.

"I'm sorry about your mother, I shouldn't have made you talk about your childhood before, bringing up the past can hurt."

"No, it's alright, you didn't know. Besides, it's because of you that I'm here right. I got to see her again." You sniffled, just enjoying the embrace.

"We should get going."

"Yes, you're right. We didn't stray too far from the our path, I should be able to find a way back on track for us." With one last look at the lake he turned and continued walking.

***

The two of you continued walking through the forest for a few more days. Camping in more overgrown areas to avoid anymore trolls. On the third day since your visit to the lake, you came to the end of the forest.

"I know this place. The Great Meadow," You said. "I've only ever left the Kingdom a handful of times, when I was 8 my mother brought me here. It used to be beautiful, I remember all the beautiful flowers but look at it now." Everything looked grey and dull.

"It will be beautiful again. Because you're gonna save it," Eddie stated. "Come on, not far now, the border is close, the army will be there by now." Eddie stepped out onto the grass when a swarm of fairies appeared from the tall grass. His footsteps had disturbed them from their hiding place. They flew around you, looking at you and Eddie with interest. One pointed at you and held her hands above her head moving it down to touch her head, as if she was placing a crown there.

"I'm the princess, yes," You laughed softly as the small creatures. "We did not mean to disrupt you we are just trying to get to the border." You turned to look at Eddie who had a few fairies on his arm. A couple were flying beside him, messing with strands of his hair.

"Hey!" He shooed them away with his hands. The fairy that had been communicating with you, who must have been some sort of leader, clapped her hands to pull the others' attention away from Eddie. They flew towards her and formed a group. All except one which had gotten caught in Eddie's hair. You laughed as you moved towards him, untangling it. He watched you carefully as you did so. The softest smile graced his lips when your eyes met his.

"Go on, little one," You said to the fairy in your hand, who flew off to join the rest of her group. The leader of the fairies looked between you and Eddie with a knowing smile. She flew towards Eddie's hand as everyone watched. She tugged at his sleeve, pulling his hand forward. Then, she used one of her hands and beckoned for you to come closer. You stepped closer and she reached for your hand too. Pulling it towards Eddie's. When your hands made contact the rest of the fairies seemed to burst like a firework, fluttering around the two of you.

"Oh no, it isn't like that." But you didn't pull your hand away.

"She is a princess and I am a mere bard. It is definitely not like that." Eddie pulled away. The few of the fairies shook their heads. "I'm sorry, but we most go." He moved forward.

"I hope we see you again," You said to the fairies before catching up to him. "They were lovely things, don't you think?"

"If by lovely you mean annoying then, yes, very lovely."

"Oh Eddie, you can't really mean that." You laughed slightly.

"Did you see them? Gawking at me and messing with my hair."

"Well, they do take interest in pretty things." He stopped in his tracks.

"What did you just say?"

"You heard me."

"I think I must be hallucinating." You laughed again.

"Come on, like you said, we must go." You continued to walk leaving the dumbstruck boy a few steps behind you.

As you neared the end of the meadow you started to make out tents in the distance.

"Look, there is, the army. We're almost there." The two of you continued towards the army. Your father had assembled all the Kingdom's finest warriors and on top of that took anyone who volunteered to fight. You felt a sense of hope as you saw the sheer amount of people your father had managed to assemble.

As you walked into the army camp people seemed to do a double take as whispers of 'the princess' weaved through the crowds. You did your best to ignore them, instead turning your head to smile at Eddie. When you saw your father standing outside one of the tents talking to the general you felt a bit of fear and worry wash through you but you were here now and nothing would stop you from fighting. As you approached your father, he turned to see you. Shock was evident in his eyes at first but then anger took over.

"Y/N," He said in a stern voice but didn't shout.

"I've come to fight. I am the future Queen, I should be here."

"Come with me." You turned to look at Eddie before following your father. He guided you to the edge of the camp, across the other side of the battlefield there was a large hill. On top you could make out the dark tents of your enemy.

"You see how many of them there are. They have equal our numbers if not yours, I can't have you fighting. You're right you are the future Queen and that is why you must survive."

"Do you doubt me, father? All those years of training, I can fight and come out of this alive."

"I've told you, no, you can't."

"What sort of Queen would I be if I let my people fight and die while I hid away in my castle? I need to be here not just to fight, but I will be the one to retrieve the Crown Jewels."

"No, you will not!"

"Father, you don't understand, please just li-"

"Enough! Enough of this madness, you will not fight, I forbid you! Guards, take her to the spare tent and do not let her leave." Two guards approached and took either of your arms before you could reach for your sword. You tried to fight them off but they dragged you to the tent and hauled you inside. They stood outside and guarded it. You laid on the bed staring up at the ceiling as hopelessness washed over you. A voice outside broke your thoughts.

"I've come to bring her food. And entertainment. The King said I could."

"Be quick," One of the guards said in a rough voice and stepped aside allowing Eddie into the tent.

"Eddie!" You sat up.

"Here, brought you some soup, awful stuff but somewhat edible." He handed you the bowl. "So, conversation with your father didn't go as well as you hoped?"

"Great actually, I just have guards keeping me in here for fun," You replied sarcastically, earning a laugh from Eddie.

"He found me after they took you here. Got a bit angry at helping you to get here but thanked me for protecting you on the journey. I told him it was the other way around."

"Oh yeah, what did he say to that?"

"Didn't even say anything. Moved on and ask if I would join the fight. I said I would. We fight at dawn." You sighed.

"I need to find a way out," You said in a quiet voice.

"I'll help you. At the back of the tents when the rest of the soldiers have headed to the front of the battlefield I reckon I'll be able to sneak around and get you out," He whispered back.

"Could you get my sword too, if possible? I think they took it to the armoury tent."

"Yeah, I'll try. For now, eat up and try not the throw it back up."

"Is it that bad?"

"Try it for yourself." You took a spoonful and placed it in your mouth. You pulled a face of disgust.

"You're right, it's awful." The two of you laughed together.

"Maybe you would have preferred the moldy bread?"

"Absolutely not." Your laughs died down and you sighed, looking at the boy. You brought your hand up to his face and brushed his hair out of his eyes. You broke apart when someone cleared their throat.

"I granted you five minutes to see my daughter, now please leave and give us some privacy."

"Yes, your highness." Eddie gave you a soft look before leaving the tent.

"What do you want now, father?"

"That boy, you're too attached to him. You must let him go. I suspected something when I first saw the two of you walking into this camp but now I'm certain."

"I think I love him, father."

"But you must let him go. When you return to the castle you will announce your engagement to Lord Harrington."

"But father-"

"No, you are to marry him."

"But why? Why must I marry him?"

"He comes from a noble family and is a good man."

"I never said he wasn't but why must it be a nobleman? Why don't I get to choose who I marry?"

"Because I am your father and the King."

"But what about love? I do not love Lord Harrington," You cried. "Why did you marry mother? Was it because she came from a noble family or was it for love?" Your father remained speechless. "If mother hadn't been from a noble elf family would you still have married her?"

"That is beside the point."

"No, it isn't!"

"Your mother was an elf, even if she wasn't from a noble family it still would have been more respectable than marrying a commoner."

"I hate that word. Commoner. They are people, just like you and I. People we live to serve and protect, or don't you remember mother's words?"

"I have had enough of this disobedience, you will marry who I chose and that is final!" He shouted and you remained silent, staring at him with a sad look in your eyes. He turned and stormed out of the tent, leaving you alone once again. You laid back down on your bed as a sob escaped you. You continued to cry until sleep finally overtook you.

***

You were woken up by some rustling behind you. Still tired, you tried to ignore it assuming it was just people moving around out there. You shut your eyes again until you felt a tap on your shoulder causing you to jump up from the bed quickly.

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you, princess," Eddie whispered. Behind him, there was a cut in the tent he had made with the dagger you gave him. "They really should find stronger material for these things. Anyone could get in."

"Is it almost dawn?"

"Yeah, most people are at the front now, preparing for the battle. Oh, that reminds me. Here you are, m'lady." He handed you your sword which he had managed to steal from the armory tent. Together, you made your way out of the back of the tent and managed to sneak to the edge of the camp. Once you had made it to the outskirts of the camping grounds, the battle had begun. From a distance, you could see the two armies charging toward each other and clashed. It was a blood bath and as much as you wanted to help out you needed to make it to the fortress. Near the outskirts, there was a stable where you managed to steal two of the horses. Luckily, most of the soldiers were already fighting so it was easy to take them unnoticed. The two of you mounted the horses and set off.

Sneaking around the two fighting armies was the hardest part. You had to travel quite far out and looped back around but most of the Kingdom of Shadow was wooded areas so it was a lot easier.

"This place gives me the creeps," Eddie said with a shiver.

"Yeah, me too but once we make it through these woods the fortress should be right there."

***

You had been right. The two of you had traveled for another half an hour or so when the trees became sparse. There was just a small stretch between you and the fortress now. But it was heavily guarded. You hid behind a boulder and watched as the guards did their rounds.

"We'll never be able to just sneak in there, we need a disguise," You told Eddie who nodded in agreement. The two of you devised a plan. You found a small rock on the ground and threw it a little way in front of you. Before hiding behind the boulder. Two guards came to see what had made the noise.

"Hey, over here." Eddie stood up and whispered when they were close enough, as you slowly moved further around the boulder, hiding from their view. The two approached Eddie. The first soldier that came towards Eddie swung a giant club toward him narrowly missing him as he ducked. While it was distracted trying to attack Eddie you jumped out from your hiding place and hit it hard on the head with the hilt of your sword. Knocking it out. It collapsed to the ground but you didn't have much time as the second creature charged forward. You quickly held out your sword as it clashed with the creatures, pushing it back. You swung again, managing to cut the creatures arm. As it charged towards you again, angered by the wound you had given it, Eddie had picked up the club and quickly hit it over the head, knocking it out. He breathed out a sigh of relief.

"Job well done, I'd say," He said as the two of you began to take the armour from the two knocked out enemies.

The disguises helped you sneak into the fortress, along with you pretending to be a wounded soldier and Eddie helping you inside. You kept your heads down as you avoided others that were moving around inside. You weren't exactly sure where the Crown Jewels were being held but when you saw a guarded doorway leading to the basement of the fortress, you were fairly certain they would be down there. You approached the four guards that were stood around the door.

"We need to get by you, if you'll excuse us," Eddie said in a gruff voice.

"Nobody is allowed in," One of the guards replied.

"So we're gonna have to do this the hard way," Eddie replied before pulling his helmet off and dropping it to the floor, you repeating his actions. The guards were startled but were quick to jump into action. The two of your fought them. Along the journey you had trained Eddie a little but you found he was quite a natural at it and a quick learner. You had managed to take down two of the guards as the remaining two contained to swing their swords at you.

"You really should have stolen a sword for yourself from the armoury."

"I like my dagger, I think it's cute."

"Cute has no place in warfare," You said as you managed to twist your sword against the guard's sword, sending it flying out of his hand.

"If cute has no place in warfare, then what are you doing here?"

"Oh shut up."

When the two of you had managed to take out the other two guards you moved quickly through the doors and down a spiralling staircase that was lit with torches placed in brackets along the walls. At the bottom of the stairs was a long corridor. You squinted and at the end you were able to make out some sort of swirling smoke.

"This is why only I can get it. See the smoke, it's poisonous to humans. Only a few creatures can walk through it unaffected. One of those few being elves. Because I'm half human it will hurt, most likely, but it won't kill me. Eddie, I need you to stay here, keep an eye out."

"But I don't want you to go alone."

"We don't have a choice, Eds." He looked at you with concern before nodding. You embraced him as he whispered to you.

"Stay safe and be quick, we won't have long before they find the guards up there."

"I will." And with that you hurried off down the corridor. Eddie watched as your figure disappeared in the smoke. It stung to walk through but when you came out the other side you were in a large room. In the centre, you recognised the glitter of diamonds and emeralds and rubies. The Crown Jewels. But from the shadows, a figure stepped out and approached you. The Shadow King. Without a word he raised his sword ready to fight.

"I knew you'd come. In the shadows, I am able to watch you and the rest of your kind. You're journey has not been easy but it will all be over, soon." You swung first but he easily dodged it. He charged forward and you stumbled back onto the ground, dropping your sword. He leaned towards you pointing the end of the sword at your throat.

"You should have listened to your father. Imagine the heartbreak it will cause. First your mother's death and now yours. It will drive him mad, I won't even need to invade your Kingdom, he will ruin it all with cruelty and coldness."

"No, he wouldn't. Only you could bring so much sorrow to the world." You reached for the sword, your fingers brushing against the hilt.

"Such a brave princess. I see you do not fear death. Maybe I should kill someone else then? Let insanity of too much grief and not being able to protect those you love drive you insane. The man you came here with, perhaps?"

"Eddie," You whispered, as streak of fear struck your heart.

"Eddie. That's it. Make you watch as the final light leaves his eyes. I'd enjoy that, I've seen the secret glances and soft smiles shared. But don't you know, princess? Royalty and commoners are never a good mix."

"You leave him alone. Don't you dare touch him."

"What will you do about it, princess?" He stared intently down at you but was surprised to find a smile break out on your face.

"This." You had kept him talking and had managed to reach for your sword. You swung and cut into his arm as he jumped back. You were quick to your feet and kept striking him again and again. His threats had fueled your determination as you managed to knock the sword from his hand. You lunged forward one more time sinking your sword straight through his chest. He collapsed to his knees before finally hitting the ground. You breathed heavily as you stepped away. Before collecting yourself and quickly heading up to the podium where the jewels stood. You quickly got them and placed them inside your pocket before running back through the corridor towards Eddie. He was stood with his back to you, watching the staircase for any movement. He heard you running towards him and quickly turned to see you.

"Y/N, are you alright?"

"Yes, I've got them and the Shadow King is dead, we need to go, now." He smiled at you before the two of you took off up the staircase. Luckily, no one had discovered the guards laying on the floor as most were fighting on the battlefields outside. You made your way outside the fortress where a few guards who remained outside of it, spotted you and came charging towards you. The two of you fought your way through them, running towards the two horses you had left tied up a little ways into the woods. You quickly untied and mounted them, and guided them out fo the forest. The horses ran the outskirts of the battlefield, the shadow soldiers were too slow to catch up and those in front slashed their swords at you but you managed to break your way through. You and Eddie were left with several gashed on your arms and limbs but you were alive. Your own soldiers spotted you and tried their best to occupy the shadow soldiers. You managed to find your own father fighting two shadow soldiers. You and Eddie hoped of your horses and let them run free. It wasn't long before the two of you were engaged in combat with soldiers.

"I've got them father. Eddie and I, we got into the fortress. We just need to drive back the shadow army." As he defeated another soldier he gave you a quick look of shock before another soldier lunged for him. The battle was long and difficult but eventually your forces were able to drive the shadow army to retreat.

***

"I'm sorry I ever doubted you, my dear."

"It's alright, father, you just wanted to protect me."

"I did but you don't need it, I see now you can protect yourself. And I see that you should have full control over your own life. I thought a lot about what you said the other day about your mother. If she had been a human civilian I still would have loved her and wanted to marry her. And you should marry for love too. One day you will be a great leader but I also want you to be a happy one and spend your life with those you love. You have my blessing to be with whoever you chose." You smiled brightly and hugged your father. "Go find him," He whispered to you. You nodded with an excited smile before running to find Eddie. He had just walked out of the medical tent where they had fixed up his wounds. You practically jumped into his arms as he wrapped them around your waist.

"Come on, let's go for a walk, I need to tell you something." The two of you walked to the outskirts of the army camp.

"Look," You said to him. "The grass already is regaining some of its colour now that my father has the jewels. Everything is going to be alright." He smiled at you.

"What is it you wanted to talk about?" You looked down nervously to the ground.

"Well, I-" But before you could say another word you felt a piercing feeling in your back. A shadow soldier had managed to hide in the tall grass that was near the edge of the camp. He had jumped forward and stabbed you.

"Y/N!" He shouted as you fell into his arms. A soldier nearby saw the commotion and sprinted forward killing the shadow soldier. He stared down and watched as Eddie collapsed to his knees, still holding you. "Don't just stand there, quick, get help!" The soldier quickly took off running.

He looked back down at you with tears in his eyes.

"Hey, look at me, you're going to be alright."

"Yeah." You smiled a soft but sad smile up at him.

"Earlier, what I was gonna say," You choked out. "Before my father said I had to marry a nobleman but he told me he's changed his mind. He said I get it's my choice to make. It's you, Eds. You're my choice if you feel the same. I-I love you." He smiled down at you as a sob escaped his lips.

"I think I've loved you since you first cut me down from that tree," He replied. You laughed softly but winced in pain. "I want nothing more than to marry you." You smiled again at him as he kissed your forehead, his tears hitting your face as the light faded.

***

The pain in your side was the first thing you noticed when you woke. You opened your eyes, squinting because of the bright lights. When your eyes adjusted you saw a few nurses mulling around the tent. Next to you sat Eddie, holding your hand.

"You're awake," He said with a bright smile before turning to one of the nurses. "Could you send word to her father that she's awake?" You tried to sit up but winced in pain.

"Hey, woah, just stay laid down, you're okay."

"What happened?"

"The soldier that was with us managed to find some nurses. They were able to get you back here and save you. When you passed out I thought that was it, you know. I thought I'd lost you just when everything was finally looking up." His eyes began to fill with tears.

"Hey," You reached up and stroked his cheek gently "You could never really lose me." He leaned into your touch, placing his own hand on top of yours. You were interrupted as your father rushed inside.

"Y/N." He said softly.

"Hi, dad," You replied.

"I'm so glad you're okay, how are you feeling?"

"Tired and a bit sore but I'm alright."

"That's good at least but you should get some rest, my dear." He turned to Eddie. "May I speak with you?"

"Yes, your majesty." Eddie squeezed your hand before standing up and leaving the tent. Your father kissed the top of your head, smiling softly at you before following Eddie out of the tent.

"Walk with me, will you?" Your father said you Eddie who readily agreed. the two walked around the camp. "I take it, before she was hurt, my daughter spoke with you."

"Yes, she did."

"And now I'm asking you sincerely not as your King but as a father who wants what's best for my daughter, how do you feel about her?"

"Well, from the second I saw her I was mesmerised but I'm sure most people are when they first meet the princess. But then we spent countless hours traveling and talking to her made those hours seem like mere minutes. I found she was kind and funny and just."

"She is the future Queen of our kingdom, which can be either be a selling point for suitors or something to scare them off. I worry dearly about her and I want her to marry for love and happiness, not convenience."

"I can see why you worry but she is incredibly independent and knows her own mind and what she wants. It's one of the things that I admire so deeply about her. She is the future Queen but before that she is Y/N. Sweet and loyal, quick-witted and brave. Yes, her power is daunting, of course it is, but that daunting feeling is nothing compared to the strength of my love for her." Your father smiles at Eddie.

"Well then, in that case, you have my full blessing to marry her. I know you will love her as she deserves." Eddie broke out into a grin. "You can talk to her after she has rested but for now how about you fetch your lute and play me something, I've heard rumours that you're quite the musician."

***

"Eddie," You said softly as you woke to see the boy sitting beside you again. The doors of the tent were pulled apart, outside you could see the fading light of the day.

"Hey, you. How are you feeling?"

"Much better now that I've rested."

"That's good because when we get back to the Kingdom we have a lot to do, you know planning a wedding and all."

"A wedding?"

"Right, getting a bit ahead of myself there."

"Eds, what are you talking about?" You laughed a little, sitting up in the bed.

"Well, going back to what you said earlier. If you'll still have me, will you marry me? I don't have a proper ring to give. Who knew battlefields would be a bad place for engagement ring shopping? But I made you this in place until we can get one." He pulled out a small ring he made with flowers by tying the stems together. "It's not much, I know, but it will do, for now. So I'm asking you again. I love you and I really want to be with you, so will you do me the honour of marrying me?" He got down onto one knee in front of you.

You couldn't stop yourself from smiling. The smile was so big it made your cheeks ache but you didn't care. You leaned forward and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him forward. He wrapped his own arms around your waist, hugging you.

"Of course, I'll marry you."

"I'm glad you said that because I think you're father's pretty set on the idea after we talked."

"And to think, he wanted me to Lord Harrington first? You're a much better choice."

"I love you, your highness." He pulled away to smile at you. You rolled your eyes at the name.

"I love you too, thief."

"Hey-"  You laughed softly before pulling him to you, capturing his lips with your own.

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Chapter 4 of the gt park ranger story

Back from an unintentional hiatus as I got really busy with classes and work and then ~my life fell apart~...my sincere apologies I'm going to finish this now lol. Also desperately needs a name, if anyone has any suggests please feel free to lemme know lol

warnings: n/a

word count: 1525

Previous Chapter

Dave was already awake when his alarm went off. He’d slept restlessly all night, tossing and turning for hours before resigning himself to staring up at the ceiling as the sun rose. Today was the day that he was supposed to go work with John and Easton. When the shrill screech of his alarm went off, it felt more like a bad omen than a wake up call. He reluctantly slid out of bed. His concerns over the upcoming shift didn’t fade as he got ready, and at one point he found himself seriously considering calling in. He shook his head, hoping to clear the thoughts from his mind. That was dramatic, he told himself. He’d agreed to work with Easton. And all calling in sick would do was delay the inevitable anyways.

Truth be told, he hadn’t expected this much of an emotional reaction upon finally seeing another Aphirial. He’d spent so long trying to push memories of his past away that he’d tricked himself into thinking it worked. That the past was some cold, dead series of events. Not something apparently warm enough to still burn. 

Dave finished buttoning his shirt, took a deep breath, and headed outside. John was leaning against the employee housing wall when he stepped outside. 

“Morning. Sleep well?” John asked. 

“Well enough,” Dave said. “So, what exactly are we up to today?”

“A tour of the park,” John replied. “I’ve only been here once, actually.”

“And I would guess it’s safe to assume Easton hasn’t ever,” Dave said. John nodded. Dave continued. “Well, I’m not sure how good of a tour guide I’ll be.”

John shrugged. “I think the goal is more team-bonding.”

“Right,” Dave replied. 

“Speaking of the team, we’re going to meet Easton, go over basics, and then head out,” John said. He gestured down the path before taking off in the same direction. Dave followed him, giving the employee housing building a quick glance back as anxiety built in his chest. Is it too late to fake being sick?

To say Easton’s place was huge would be an understatement. It wasn’t a surprise given his own size, but Dave still found himself staring up at the trailer in awe. If it was human-sized, it wouldn’t have been anything notable. Probably small camper sized. Big enough for a bed, maybe a modified kitchen and a half bath. It had a distinctly angular, somehow foreign feel to it, and Dave guessed that the trailer had come from Easton’s own realm as opposed to being built here. Though, that would have been a good guess even without the odd architecture, as Dave guessed building something of this scale would be a struggle for a human construction crew. John led him to the base of the structure, where a human-sized door sat to the side of some much larger steps. 

John typed something into the keypad outside the door, and it slid open to reveal a modern looking elevator. 

“Rangers first,” John said jokingly. Dave stepped into the elevator, the IMA agent close behind him. 

“I don’t know why this,” Dave gestured to the elevator. “Is a surprise to me. I mean, makes more sense to have a human-sized elevator than try to scale those steps. I guess I hadn’t really given it any thought.”

John gave a short chuckle. “It’s our best attempt at accomodating both sizes. There’s a series of pathways - human-sized pathways, that is - around the inside, so we can get around fairly easily. And this elevator takes us to the various levels on the pathways.”

“Like hamster tunnels,” Dave mused. John gave him an odd look but didn’t say anything. Instead, he pushed one of the buttons in the elevator, and they began to go up. The ride didn’t feel like it took too long, despite Dave guessing they’d gone up at least a few hundred feet. There was a ding, and the doors behind them rolled open. Dave found himself frozen as he took in what was before them. 

As he’d guessed, the interior of the trailer wouldn’t have been notable if it had been human-sized. It had the same sleekly modern feel the outside did, from the polished white table directly in front of them to the circular, metal-framed windows across the room. What stopped Dave in his tracks, though, was the scale. It felt like staring up at a mountain, or into the sea on a dark night. The feeling of being incredibly, wholly, insignificant. Easton’s presence only further exemplified that. In a room to his scale, it no longer seemed like he was the odd one out - Dave found himself feeling more like he was abnormally small instead of Easton being huge. 

Easton broke into a soft, close-lipped smile when he saw them. 

“Good morning!” John greeted him. “So, you both feeling ready?” 

Dave nodded. 

“Yeah,” Easton seconded. 

“Alright. Now, I’m sure Gus and Dan will go over actual, y’know, ranger stuff. I only oversee the whole Aphiria-Earth liasion bit, and I won’t be meaning to step on any toes this summer. Just wanted to get that out of the way,” John said. “We were going to head over to the eastern part of the park, look around, and then I believe you’ll be meeting Dan later this afternoon. Basically, we’re just trying to get to know each other this morning.” 

“Sounds good,” Dave said. He found his gaze drifting over to Easton again, and wondered what exactly he could even do in the park. Probably plenty, actually, he realized after a moment. Easton was gigantic compared to humans, but not ridiculously so compared to natural features. Dave would bet the Rio Grande river alone was wider in parts than Easton was tall. He’d probably be able to help with upkeep, trail maintenance, and so on. And then, of course, the angle Dave suspected the Park Service (and by extension U.S. Government) was most interested in, which was income from tourists. Several public facing nonhumans had been hugely well-received in recent years. People tended to flock to the strange, unusual, and even scary. 

He recalled hearing about both a giant (of the smaller variety) and a vampire on Broadway recently. Both were met with wide praise and rocketing attendance numbers of their respective shows. There was even a whole niche of non-human micro influencers, something he’s discovered on one of his endless TikTok scrolls. The park service may not be as flashy as either of those examples, but justifying budgets did at least in some part depend on getting people to visit. 

“Well, we should probably get going, then,” John finished. Dave realized he’d zoned out, entirely missing part of what John had said. He hoped it wasn’t anything important. 

“So, we have a car outside. Two options, we could meet Easton there, or he could carry us,” John said to Dave. 

“We can meet him there,” Dave said quickly. If Easton was offended at the speed of his rejection, he didn’t show it, instead simply nodding. He and John headed back to the elevator, exiting in the same way they’d came. John led him to a truck parked nearby, motioning for him to climb in. He handed him an earpiece.

“So we can communicate with Easton easily, without having to yell out the window or something,” John explained. Dave nodded. 

Easton appeared a few moments later, and Dave felt his stomach turn again as he looked out the truck window up at the giant. He’d at least been eye-level with Easton during previous meetings. Now, though, the truck barely came up to Easton’s ankles, and Dave couldn’t help but think how easily Easton could step on them without so much as a second thought. Easton crouched down, his attempt to be closer to them doing little to close the gap in their size difference. Dave noticed he was also wearing an earpiece. 

“Does following us work?” John asked. Easton nodded. 

“Great. Just make sure to stay a few car lengths away when you’re walking okay?” 

“Of course,” Easton said. He was true to his word the entire trip, as the buildings faded away into the distance before finally being obscured around a bend. He also didn’t take his eyes off the ground the entire time, gaze carefully checking each step. That put Dave at ease a little. 

The truck pulled into a parking spot in a dirt parking lot. Dave wasn’t sure exactly where there were, beyond one of the more remote parts of the park. Sensible, if John didn’t want to draw a group with Easton just yet. Speaking of Easton, Dave noticed him hang back on the outside of the parking lot. John climbed out of the car. Dave was close behind, and he looked around at there surroundings. The Chisos mountains painted the backdrop in the distance, and trees cast shade over the parking lot. 

“Beautiful day out!” John said. “We’re going to head to the canyon down there. We have an approximate idea of where Easton can fit easily, but consider this our official mapping.” This was going to be a long day, Dave thought.

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Hi Ali! 🖊 💻 please? 💜

Hi!!! 💛

💻 Do you do research for your fics? What’s the deepest dive you’ve done?

Hahahaha 🙈 ... me and research are intimate friends. (this does not mean I get shit correct.) But I spent over an hour researching the parts of the brain that store different types of memories for my amnesia fic. (Scientific articles are fascinating)

Deepest dive .... ummm see above lol, probably anything medical. I'm a scientist and my partner is an EMT so I can definitely go down rabbit holes.

🖊 Post a snippet from a current WIP.

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Waving to some of the fire crew still on shift as he walks through the garage he gets into his car just as his phone starts ringing. He smiles, mood instantly lifting a bit when he sees Carlos’ name pop up on the screen as his phone connects to bluetooth. “Hey babe, I’m just leaving the station now.” he says, answering the call. The sigh that greets him is heavy. 

“Hey TK, sorry I didn’t call sooner I’m not home yet, got pulled into some overtime at work.” 

“Oh.” TK replies his own mood falling even farther. “Will you be home soon?”

“Not likely babe sorry, we just got called to another accident out on …. “

“No worries, I understand.” TK says even as he sags farther into the seat of his car. Trying not to let his disappointment at going home to an empty house come through in his voice. It’s Carlos he’s talking to though, so of course he notices and the remorse is clear in his voice as he replies.

“I really am sorry babe.”

TK sighs again, not wanting his bad mood to rub off on his boyfriend and distract him while he’s still on shift. “It’s okay, I’m just going to go home and crash anyway.” he tries to distract Carlos with his physical exhaustion instead of his emotional exhaustion. 

“Okay, well there should be some leftovers in the fridge if you're hungry and want to eat before I get home. We’re pulling up now so I gotta go.” 

“Okay, be safe.” TK replies

“Always.” Carlos replies and the line goes dead. 

TK sits in the car for several minutes trying to work up the energy to start driving home. He’s not so keen to get home to the quiet now as his thoughts start drifting to the bad calls he’s had recently and the rain keeps coming down harder on his windshield.

Eventually he pulls himself out of his thoughts long enough to put the car into drive and pull out of the station. He unconsciously turns right instead of left at the stop sign, driving in the opposite direction from home. He knows it's not a great idea to be on the roads right now. He has seen the evidence of it all week, and it’s part of the reason why Carlos won’t be home, but he knows driving will help take him out of his mind for a bit as he has to focus on the task. He also knows he doesn’t want to be alone right now so he decides to head to his dad’s place, he turns on his and Carlos’ shared spotify playlist and loses himself in the drive.

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[dojae-huh]

me again! i didnt realize this was a NCT blog lol. ill put a [number] so you know its my ask! anyway what stands out to me of your reply are 2 points: 1) ty being in love with do, 2) jae being jealous of ty. why would jae be jealous of ty? there is no reason for it. in no aspect ty and do are each other's types (to pick for a relationship). physically and in personality. [1]

from do's pov: ty and jae are handsome but they are very different people. do fell and picked jae, so do falling for ty makes no sense. if that were to happen, he would have fallen for ty bc ty was there all along. but they never fell in love bc they just arent each other's types. dotae aren't into each other romantically. [2]

jae's pov: the guy he loves picked him. jae knows ty very well and knows better than us how different they are. i know jealousy is irrational but jae would need to be super out of his mind to feel threatened by ty, the guy who was always there and do could have easily fallen in love with. plus he knows ty's boyfriend so why would he feel threatened by ty? when ty is not do's type and loves someone else. [3]

from ty's pov: he was never into jaedo romantically. never fell for any of them. his type is another. he pursued his own relationship while jaedo did their thing. his songs are about this person. whiplash is about a loser struggling to admit his feelings to his loved one. im sorry to the ones that think whiplash is meant literally (it's not. this fandom is so silly). "im very soft and im a loser who has a girlish vibe"/"tell me honestly, i need better coffee more than sweet candy." [4]

whiplash actually a super romantic song of monogamous devotion which is a common theme in ty's love lyrics. "i think im falling in you, deeply and slowly, dont know what im doing, dont have a clue". his subject of desire is always referred to as his muse, model (monroe), as made for him, in many of his lyrics. it's all about one person. his boyfriend. [5]

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I'm sorry, anon, I asked for supportive evidence to your cause (Tae is gay and is in love with Ten) and got none?

The lyrics could be interpreted in different ways. It is easy to persuade oneself that your reading is the right one. Please provide something of more substance. Remarks in interviews/lives, "sus" TenTae moments, neos' reactions upon mentioning of the two, neos' making gay jokes at Tae's expense (like Woo did during the massage of Do). The ship was brought to discussion long time ago here, so I did watch TaeTen bts things to check, didn't see any signs of "passionately in love, he is the one, the muse!". That photo frame was a long time ago. And yet Taeyong is still not at a happy place.

The point of jealousy is that it's irrational. Jaehyun once took Jeno's hand off Doyoung's shoulder and later was perplexed with himself "what came over me?". Jaehyun was jealous of Taeyong for a long time, they spent a year or two sorting their shit. Why would Jae quarrel with Tae if he was sure his best friend Ten has Tae's heart instead of celebrating the couple? Why would Doyoung not sort out his beef with Ten considering it would make his beastie Tae happy?

#ask me away #taeyong is the boss

[mingi-bubu]

Hey could you explain the tagging system thing you mentioned in the post? I'm confused about the w/e or x member scenario

Of course! Sorry for the late reply; I spent a majority of the day driving from one state to another 😅

I use a lot of screenshots so this post got p long, hence the read more~

(Screenshot of the tags I wrote in this post for reference)

So basically one of the ways tumblr's tagging system works is that if you mention a name or phrase in a post or in the tags, it will show up when you search that name or tag.

For example, I really like the band COIN. I really love their song "Never Change". On tumblr, if I go into the search section and type in "coin never change", there are two different ways to search.

The part I outlined is like using quotations in a search on your web browser of choice. It looks for that specific phrase or set of words.

This is what comes up if you choose the outlined option. Because no one has used that exact phrase in a tag, "coin never change", there are no posts that are available. Tumblr tries to help out and gives you options just in case you've misspelled something.

The non-outlined option is where tumblr takes you if you just hit enter after typing in what you want to search for. This is where my comments come into play. If I just search that phrase, I see this:

I highlighted the words that are seen in my search phrase. Because my search and these posts had those words in common, these posts come up.

I did another search, this time using "coin band" because I already know that I'll find posts about the band this way. This was just to highlight my earlier examples, but much shorter. A tl;dr version essentially.

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My using "w/e" was just a shorthand for saying "whatever". "x member" was just a placeholder for a name of whichever idol.

Part of my main point in the tags was that writers don't have to use an idol's name or full name when tagging out of fear it won't show up in the tags. If someone were to just put "lee taeyong scenarios" in the tags, the post would appear in the general search for "taeyong" or "lee taeyong" by virtue of his name being mentioned.

If someone wanted to look up the specific tag for taeyong scenarios, then the most ideal way of getting to that is by using the outlined search option pictured above.

The other part of my point was that because of the "just mention it and it will show up" way that tagging works, writers do not need to tag every single member for a scenario or fanfic they have made. The ideal way to tag would be to put the most relevant tags there and let tumblr's search function do its job.

Ex: I write a cute little fluff piece about taeyong. I would tag it with #taeyong scenarios, #lee taeyong scenarios, #nct scenarios, #nct 127 scenarios, #taeyong fluff, #nct 127 fluff

These six tags are enough to ensure that the lil fluff I wrote would appear in any searches for taeyong, nct, or nct 127.

The same applies for fanfic. One wouldn't need to include every single person involved in the story. Tagging for the group, the most important relationships to the main character with whichever members, and the name of the OC would be enough.

In my green rabbit au, if I were to have given YN an actual name, I would tag it differently to how it is now. For this, we'll call them Char Li (lol). I would tag any fanfic I make for this au like this: #cpop fanfic, #green rabbit au, #cai xukun fanfic, #oc: char li, #superhero au

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I know that this is a lot of post ! I apologize if I confused you more. I just really got into talking about it because the tagging system has had a lot of weird specificities in the past, and not all of the posts that are going around about the tags are up-to-date anymore.

If you have any more questions, or just want to chat, please feel free to swing by again! I can sort-of promise that my answer won't be this long again heh 😅

#jae.mail #anon adventures #I'm belatedly realizing that maybe using idols for some of the screenshot examples would've been better #but i wanted to specifically show how the two types of search differ and i knew for certain how to get those results

[anyhao-archived]

okay im finally getting around to posting this, tbh i had to take a few days to (rest) before i thought more about this lol. also sorry it’s so long, ill put it under a read more. ANYWAYS my vav experience, as follows:

so for the fan sign there was a Lot going on so i forgot most of it but.. barons teeth sparkled when he smiled lmao anyways st van was first and I told him he was my moms favorite and he went rly?? in a really cute voice and he just seemed so surprised, it was endearing

and then jacob... i don’t mess with him anymore. jk lol he was so freaking attractive but like in a Hot way? his smile was so nice that im pretty sure i garbled my words but i tried to tell him i really like love night.. and I was going to ayno and like idk if i was joking to myself or what but just loud enough i actually said, oh that’s lots of bling! and both ayno and jacob heard me, ayno laughed genuinely and jacob was like omg i can’t believe this idiot.. i don’t think i said anything to ayno, he seemed really uncomfortable so i didn’t want to bother him anymore. but his laugh was genuine i could tell, and for a split second i don’t think he was wearing his Idol Mask(TM) when he smiled. but that’s probably just wishful thinking lol

ACE I CANT BELIEVE HIM he looked so fucking good oh my god i got to him and i called him a Casanova and he went ayyyy with a thumbs up and finger guns and i wanted to die lmfao

when i got to baron he said my name but kinda pronounced it wrong but i corrected him, and he said it again. and then i told him my name rhymes with his and he said mine like four times in different ways trying it out and rhyming it with his stage name😭 HE DIDNT have to say my name that many times, god. his English was so fucking good holy shit and his pronounciation??? Amazing and he’s so handsome up close, like literal Disney prince handsome

ziu talks sooo much!!! I love it and he’s so good looking and kind and he shook my hand and ??? he said to enjoy the show and i told him to enjoy doing the show and he did like a shy smile kind of thing !! you could tell he was trying hard with the English i was rly proud of him

lou had a flower crown on and i complimented on it and he said my name so well and there was more with him but i forgot 😢

but that was just the fan sign lol so much other stuff happened... later during the show i nearly died bc of ayno.. they were picking people to go up on stage, right? and there was a girl in front of me also with her hand raised, like freaking out (maybe a bit too much?) and i was like okay she probably wants it so i kinda like.. stopped raising my hand and gestures to her? If that makes sense... he almost picked her but when he saw me be nice and let her have it, he literally stares at me and picks me, dead on...but someone random that he wasn’t pointing at like ROWS back walked on stage before we could realize it was me but that fucking eye contact i had with him made him SHOOT up my bias list lol now I have to rethink my entire order. im like 75% sure that he picked me because i wasn’t a crazy fan, like the girl in front of me was a bit much.. and obviously if i was willing to give it up im not that insane... ladies, it pays off to be a nice person!

AND JACOB WITH THE BABY please end me i fell for him so much like he’s almost overtaking baron that’s how much i liked him last night and how nice is vav that they tried to pick new people?? like they picked the fan boy, the little baby, the elderly lady.. and they even helped her to and from the stage 💗😍 AND SPEAKING of gentlemanly stuff there was a guy with a wheelchair during the snapshots in line for jacob and when they were done he personally pushed the guy in the wheelchair all the way to where the man needed to go. he breaks my heart and heals it simultaneously, he’s so underrated but still a genuinely and QUIET nice person.. he doesn’t do good stuff to be noticed. like when winter breeze was over, they had the rappers sing it too... but not jacob. i was so upset and he also didn’t do his solo song that i specifically told him i liked, but ayno did two of his. im not bitter at all what do u mean ??? 🤷‍♀️

i feel like more happened at the concert but i can’t think of much more, im sure other fan accounts will have it all. the only thing i can think about is the snapshots anyways lol

the group picture was ... interesting. the hi touch wasnt much except it reinforced my idea that ayno recognized me, bc instead of a high five he held my hand for as long as possible, probably an apology for earlier. i nearly died. the pic ended up looking awful but thats okay lol. then we tried to leave but i ended up going the wrong way, and a staff handed me roughly like actually grabbing my shoulders and pushing me in the right direction (which i did not appreciate, please chill, u just didnt tell us the right way to go...) and a few members saw that and didnt like either. ayno looked irritated but im sure  hes just irritated at everything at that point lol, lou and ace looked at me sympathetically, and i gave ace the happy bday present someone asked me to give to him. he was so surprised it was adorable.

OKAY, NOW FOR THE SNAPSHOTS: so i actually had 7 snapshots but ended up getting 2 with jacob and 2 with ayno instead of one with everyone (which.. if u look above is not a surprise lmfao) so the first snapshot i do is with baron, obviously.. and this ASSHOLE wants to kill me like... for everyone i tried to pick poses that werent too touchy bc a) im not comfortable w that and b) im sure they were all tired of being touched lol so i picked the one where you make fingerhearts while standing next to each other, but NOOOOO

baron decides he doesnt like that pose enough so he literally puts his hands on my shoulders, guides me to a position thats not only in FRONT of him but CLOSER TO HIM than i was originally!!! what the fuck!! thats not all after that he had to lean around me and basically like... he was so fucking close to me oh my god. he smelled so good i need to know where he gets his cologne. also lol when he moved me in front of him i was like... omg are u sure??? im kinda tall.. and he just laughs and smiles and leans into/around me. that picture of me looks so stupid bc i was so.. happy and Not Ready lmao

anyways i go to jacob next and do the e-t touch pose lol since like i said... didnt want touchy ones and he seemed amused that i picked that one. i wonder if it was one of the least popular ones? probably.. and GOD hes rly such a gentleman hottie like i rarely say h*t but.... jacob was hot. since we did the e.t touch pose we had to touch fingertips and (eyes emoji) not to have a hand kink or anything but hes got. really nice hands. long fingers. also lmfao he had long ass fingernails and i kinda joked with him like “youve got longer fingernails than i do!!” and he laughed and smiled at me. and okay i turn to leave like gotta have the next person go but APPARENTLY he wasnt ready for the next person yet...  i literally had to have the staff be like wait! jacob is saying bye to you!!! and i was like WHAT and turned around and ran back to him basically to say bye he was grinning the entire time and he waved his hand and held it up for (i thought) a high five but he grabbed it and i swear i fell for him right there. JACOB WHEN WILL U BE MINE godfjkdgd and i watched him for a little bit but he didnt say bye that enthusiatically to anyone else (that i saw, at least)

then i did the prom pose with st. van, it was adorable. you could tell he was rly trying to interact with everyone and idk what it is about him but i felt comfortable enough to actually do a Touchy pose (the holding arm pose, like prom yknow). we love an amazing leader~

oH i did one with ziu too!! i did the byung byung pose with the hands together and we both looked ridiculous lol. i dont remember much about him except he was so tall wtf taller than i expected.

at this time i keep looking at my pics and THE E.T PIC WITH JACOB??? makes me crack the hell up.... it had to have been fate, obviously. in the pic (from the camera flash, i guess) where our fingers were touching, it just SO HAPPENED THAT THERE WAS A FLASH OF LIGHT......... iconic. jacob n i are meant to be. so i get in line for him again bc i want to show him the pic, but by the time i got up there again i had forgotten. i was also like... ready for a touchy pose with him bc why not. i cant remember what pose i did with him or if anything happened, im sure i was in a trance then lmao. pretty sure he recognized me but i cant be sure. 

then i get in line for ayno and i have two snapshot tickets left, and the staff announces theres only a few mins left so i was like SHIT and figured id just do two with ayno bc i didnt wanna waste any. his line was so long and staff had to keep reminding ppl not to hug/touch him and i felt soooo bad. i picked poses that werent too close to him, and even those in the pic he looked like he was trying to not be close to me lol. i feel so bad for him, im sure he got a lot of weird fans that night. i think he recognized me (again) because he smiled genuinely like he was happy i was there. i think he appreciated that i picked poses that didnt require touching -- he probably had a Lott of that. when the second pic was being printed the staff member laughed at something someone said, but i thought she was laughing at my picture bc i take shit pics and i got offended for a second and so did ayno LMAO but then she explained and i said bye to him and he went back into Idol Mask(TM) and i think that was it. 

i also ate at ihop that night, it was great, we didnt get back to our hotel till after 2am, it felt so... young adult-ish to be out so late lmao. i was very proud at how everything turned out, i dont think i wouldve changed a thing

anyway, long story short: im in love with jacob, baron is a disney prince, ayno shot up my bias list (he was like... last lmao) and i appreciate him as a person. those three were the Big Three, but i still loved meeting the other members. 10/10 would recommend vav

#vav #mtxt #vav in chicago #vav meet and live tour #please reply to this i spent so long typing it lol #honestly i cant tell 100% about ayno but.. #idk it might be wishful thinking #but i really thought i saw changes in his aura depending on who talked to him #anyways.. my time of death was ayno eye contact o clock #lmao

[ao719]

Curiosity Killed The King

Characters belong to Pixelberry.

This is for @wackydrabbles​. This week’s prompt is, “I’ll be happy to forget this conversation ever even happened.” It will appear in bold.

A/N: This is a collab written with my favorite asshole, @cocomaxley​. We had some requests from our Christmas fic to see Liam’s conversation with Eleanor regarding her line of questioning of a certain term, lol. Thank you to @burnsoslow for looking this over. Please excuse any errors.

Warnings: Charlotte, some language.

Word count: 1522

*You can catch up on more Charlotte shenanigans here*

Liam stared blankly at his daughter; he blinked his eyes slowly, and his mouth was hanging open, his words failing him.

“Daddy?” Eleanor questioned.

Liam cleared his throat. “Ahem … hold on one second, Princess.” He reached into his interior jacket pocket and pulled out his phone. He found his wife’s name in the phone book, then began to type his message.

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Charlotte and Drake entered the royal quarters and put their packages down onto the counter. Charlotte wiped her forehead and huffed. “I swear we didn’t buy that much stuff!”

Drake chuckled. “It doesn’t feel that way to you because you didn’t have to lug any of it around,” Drake scoffed.

Charlotte and Drake had spent the day in downtown Valtoria Christmas shopping with Eleanor; she wanted to choose her own gifts to give this year. She picked out something for Liam, Drake, Maxwell, and Olivia; she had gone with Liam the previous week to pick something out for Charlotte, Leo, and Regina.

As Drake sat on the stool at the counter, Charlotte’s phone pinged. She pulled it from her pocket and glanced down at the screen; a curious chuckle escaped her as she read the message from Liam and then replied. A moment later, her phone chimed again; her brows knitted at the new message before she typed another response. A few moments later, her phone went off again. When she read the last message, Charlotte’s eyes widened as she gasped before her mouth fell open with a loud laugh.

“What’s so funny?” Drake questioned.

“Look!” Charlotte shrieked with laughter.

In between giggles, Charlotte looked at Drake. “Do you think he’s trying to explain it to her now? We should go down there and listen.”

Without waiting for Drake to respond, Charlotte hurried towards the door and pulled it open; Drake followed her without an argument. Based on Liam’s texts alone, they knew Eleanor asking him that question made him nervous.

The pair rushed down the corridor and approached Liam’s study. “I can already feel him sweating,” Charlotte laughed.

“Nothing ever makes him nervous. Who knew all it would take was an eight-year-old asking about prostitutes to bring a King to his breaking point?” Drake chuckled.

Charlotte pressed her ear carefully to the door. “I can’t really hear anything,” she whispered.

“Watch out …”

Charlotte stepped back, and Drake stepped forward; he discreetly grabbed the door handle and quietly turned it, opening it just a crack. It was just enough to allow them to get a better listen and to peek inside. In the reflection of the mirror above the study’s fireplace, they could see Liam sitting at his desk with Eleanor standing in front of him.

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Liam stood from his chair and walked towards his bar cart, pouring himself a healthy serving of scotch. He took a long sip, trying to buy himself some time to develop a suitable explanation as to what a prostitute was and in a way that a child would understand.

“Daddy, are you alright?” Eleanor asked quietly.

“Yes, Princess … I am … I’m quite alright.”

“So, can you tell me what a prostitute is?” Eleanor enunciated the word clearly to ensure Liam didn’t misunderstand.

How the hell did she learn this word? Liam glanced at his phone still clutched in his hand to see if Charlotte had responded to his last message yet, but she hadn’t. He took a deep breath, trying to settle his nerves. “Eleanor, how did you learn about this word?”

“Well … I met this man … I’ve never met anyone like him before. His clothes were funny, and he had an eye patch and a parrot.”

Liam knitted his brows in confusion. “You met a pirate?”

“Maybe?” Eleanor replied, unsure if that’s what the man was. “He was talking to mommy and Uncle Drake. They were laughing at a sign he was holding … and it said the word prostitute. What is so funny about that word, daddy?”

**

Outside the door, Charlotte and Drake shared a look before they both began to laugh. “Sshhh,” Charlotte said, putting her finger over her mouth as she continued to laugh. “We can’t let him know we’re out here.”

**

Liam loosened his tie; the air in the office felt thick and unbearable. I’m going to kill them. His hand trembled as he brought his glass up for another sip of his drink.

“Well, Princess, you see the word pros … prostitute--” Liam’s voice went up an octave “--is actually from the 16th century. It comes from the Latin word prostitutus, past participle of prostituere meaning “place before or in front” or “expose publicly” … so you see …” he trailed off.

Eleanor had a blank expression on her face. “I don’t see, daddy. I don’t know what any of that means …”

**

Drake leaned against the doorframe and shook his head as he dropped it. “He’s like a walking fucking encyclopedia,” he whispered through a laugh. “What a fucking nerd.”

“Stop,” Charlotte snorted before covering her mouth to quiet herself.

**

“What I’m trying to say, Eleanor, is that a prostitute is what is also called a … fille de joie … or sometimes a scarlet lady--”

“Scarlet? Like Auntie Olivia, the Scarlet Duchess? She’s a prostitute?”

“No! Good God, no! Auntie Olivia is not a prostitute! Her scarlett is with two T’s. The other is just one.”

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Hearing Eleanor’s assumption about Olivia, Drake fell to the floor outside the study door. He covered his mouth and held his stomach as Charlotte doubled forward, both trying to contain their laughter.

**

Liam wiped the bead of sweat that dripped down his forehead. “Let me start over …” He let out a breath. “It is someone that sells their bod -- nope … they, ummm … so, what they do is they sell their time. Yes, that’s it!” he nodded. “They sell their time to others. And then they spend an evening together … talking. Just talking.”

**

At his explanation, Charlotte shrieked, “JUST TALKING!”

Drake rolled to his side on the floor, unable to contain his laughter any longer as a loud guffaw escaped him.

**

Liam narrowed his eyes when he heard the muffled laughter of his wife and best friend coming from the doorway. He stood from his chair and walked towards the door; without warning, he turned his back towards it and swiftly swung his leg back, aggressively kicking it closed. The wooden door made contact with someone on the other side.

**

“Ouch!” Charlotte yelped through her laughter, rubbing the back of her head as she fell forward onto Drake.

“Ow!” Drake cried out when she made contact with his shoulder.

**

Liam grinned in satisfaction as he walked back towards his desk to resume his conversation. Eleanor was deep in thought for a moment before looking back at her father. “So, what do they talk about?”

Liam was mid-sip and choked on his drink. “Talk? They, uh … they talk about … you know … perhaps the weather? If it’s two women, they might talk about fashion …” He groaned when he registered the words coming out of his mouth. Why is this so hard? Oh, she’s eight, that’s why.

At that point, the laughter from Charlotte and Drake in the hallway could be heard clearly through the door.

“Daddy, I’m still confused.”

“Me too,” Liam grumbled.

“If I spend time with my friends, should I pay them for spending time with me?”

A sound between a groan and high-pitched squeak escaped the King as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “No, Eleanor … no.” Liam looked up and met her gaze. “Princess, a prostitute is someone that spends time with certain people that aren’t like a regular friend. People pay these … prostitutes to hang out with them. That’s it.”

“So, like Lord Neville then, daddy?”

“Exactly, sweetheart,” Liam nodded. Please don’t ask any more questions … and don’t tell anyone I said Neville was a prostitute.

Satisfied with his answer, Eleanor walked towards the study door. “Thanks, daddy. I don’t know why you didn’t just say that to begin with. It seems pretty simple to me.”

Liam walked Eleanor to the door and opened it; they both saw Charlotte and Drake still in a heap on the floor outside of his study. “Hi,” Charlotte squealed as she met their gaze.

“Hi, mommy. Hi, Uncle Drake,” Eleanor smiled before stepping over them and skipping down the hallway towards their quarters.

Liam’s eyes narrowed as Charlotte and Drake finally managed to pull themselves up to stand. Drake looked at Liam with tears in his eyes. “Li,” he snorted with a nod as Charlotte leaned into him and began to laugh again.

“Why the hell did I just have to have that talk with her?” Liam growled.

“She was curious after seeing a sign,” Charlotte giggled. “But she didn’t even mention it to us! She asked zero questions. Right, Drake?”

“It’s true,” Drake nodded. “And don’t sound so mad,” he chuckled as he clapped Liam’s shoulder. “You did so well.”

“I’ll be happy to forget this conversation ever even happened.” Without another word, he slammed the door shut on the pair and walked back to his waiting glass of scotch; he shook his head, still hearing them laugh out in the hall.

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