#the three of them were willing to make exceptions for him and give him special treatment

[obiwanobi]

Obi-Wan's revealing silence when Reva asks "do you really want Anakin dead?", Padmé crying that there is still good in him after being Force-choked, Ahsoka saying that she won't leave him even if she knows what he became... Anakin inspired such trust and loyalty in the best people. People who loved him so much that they were all willing to compromise their own morals for him.

Still, he chose his rage, his pride, his need for victory over them.

Every single time.

#the three of them were willing to make exceptions for him and give him special treatment #and anakin was still like 'they don't love me like I love them >:(' #anakin skywalker #kenobi spoilers #kenobi series #tp #clem talks #deborah chow Gets Him and I'm so grateful

[piratefalls]

another long list, except it's a day early because this is how i give thanks.

list one. list two. list three. list four. list five.

No Sense or Sensibility by inexplicablymine

“When and where was your first kiss.” Oh shit. The thing is… Alex actually has an answer to this one, it’s just a matter of admitting that it happened. ____________________ Kennedy’s. 7pm, Pub Quiz and Ice Cream. Every Monday ‘til death due us part. Alex liked his little routine, until Derryl got it in his head to host The goddamn Newlywed Game instead.

I'm Rememberin' I Promised (to Forget you Now) by Angelwithwingsoffire

It's been six years since Alex Claremont-Diaz graduated law school. And he's made a good life for himself, working with a firm he enjoys and making a difference in the world. Until a part of his past he'd thought he'd gotten over seven years ago walked back into his office asking for his help. To get a divorce. Which Alex has never done before. But he's never been able to say no, and he's willing to put his heart back under the bus for the chance at one more smile.

Rogue's Gallery by OrchidScript

Loathe as Alex was to admit it, Henry Fox was going to be a legend someday. He already was in the bureau depending on who was answering. Tied to art theft, jewel theft, one or two little sweet confidence schemes, and an alleged counterfeit Super Bowl ring, but caught on three counts of art forgery, the blond Brit had run circles around the Art Crimes division for six years. He was quick, smarter than the average bear, and more detail-oriented than a nuclear chemist. He had a penchant for nice suits, silk ties, and gin tonics with lime. He wrote letters to agents in taunting poetry, tucking them under windshield wipers or posting them to the office directly. Once, he managed to drop one directly into the pocket of a plainclothes officer without them seeing his face. _____________________ Henry Fox is a famous art forger, and Alex is the FBI agent who caught him three years ago. When one of Henry's aliases comes up attached to a new case, can the two put aside their cat-and-mouse past to put the copycat away?

Queer little ducks hold a special place in my heart. by anarchyat4am

Henry’s at a local Hispanic Heritage Month event browsing the art stalls when his gaze catches on a kid looking around with both purpose and nervousness. She’s fidgeting with the hem of her t-shirt with one hand while she bites the nails of the other one, eyes alert and searching. Lost, then. And oh, Henry recognises her. She’s a regular at his bookstore, even at only six years old, and is there at least weekly with her dad—Alex, who she’d introduced to Henry as her papi—or various aunties and uncles, most of whom Henry doesn’t think are actually related to her. Keeping one eye on her, he lets his gaze sweep the vicinity but doesn’t see anyone else he even remotely recognises. Shit. He has to do something. “Sirena?” he calls gently. * Henry... is more than a bit useless around hot guys. So when he finds the lost kid of the gorgeous dad who frequents his bookstore, he pulls himself together until they reunite, only to then be devastated by the revelation that the man thinks Henry hates him. And, well... courage always rises, and all that.

just say you won't let go by viciouslyqueer

After dancing around each other for months, Alex and Henry finally get together. The morning after comes with a slight misunderstanding and comforting words.

We were supposed to find this by kiwiana

Still, half an hour after shaking Prince Henry’s hand for the first time, he finds himself back in his hotel room with one shoe and sock hurriedly tugged off and his right foot resting on his left knee. Just to check. Just in case Alex is somehow, by some miracle, about to become the first documented case of Surprise! You Can Totally Have A Different Soulmate, We Fucked Up And Your One Kind Of Sucks. No such luck. The words are the same as they’ve always been, etched into his skin in a careful, calligraphic font. The kind of handwriting someone might have if, for example, they came from the sort of family that valued tradition and etiquette far higher than letting their children write like normal human beings.

Sit. Down. Please Stay. by politics_and_prose

Alex adopts a dog he found abandoned on the side of the road. She's nervous and he wants to make sure he knows how to give her the best life possible. Enter Henry Fox and his beagle David.

muscle memory by stutteringpeach

It's been ten years since Alex was in London to stage a PR friendship with Henry after ruining the royal wedding. It's also been ten years since Alex dropped to his knees in front of Henry in a Kensington Palace kitchen. But now Henry's in the Hamptons for the summer, and who should he bump into? None other than Alex Claremont-Diaz, who happens to be working in New York all summer long.

The Perils of Midsomer Residency by clottedcreamfudge

"I'm sure I don't need to tell you that care should be taken, given the Mountchristens' local influence?" Liam nods. "Sir." Luna then turns to Alex. "Do not piss anyone in that family off." Alex throws his hands in the air. "So many aspersions have been cast on my good character this morning that I could start a fucking farm. An aspersions farm." Luna narrows his eyes. "Correction," he says, "have another coffee and then do not piss anyone in that family off. Don't make me regret fast-tracking you through the ICI Development Programme." * After getting shot in the line of duty back in Texas, June forces Alex into a change of scenery. Because how much can really be going on in the quaint little English county of Midsomer?

something that feels like forever by dearestalez

“You’re crying,” she pointed out. Alex choked on a laugh, wiping his eyes. “I’m just-” he sniffed, holding her so delicately Henry felt herself melt into the touch. “I’m so happy for you, baby.” — alex and henry are so in love it makes me want to rip out my heart and stomp on it but slash pos

behind brick walls by weather_stained

After Henry and Alex move in together, it takes quite a while for them to fully adjust to their newfound freedom. Alex very much enjoys watching Henry grow more comfortable in his own skin after a lifetime of looking over his shoulder.

It's a (Birth)date by Celaestis

5 times Henry is oblivious that they're dating and 1 time he isn't.

Save a Horse, Ride a Princess by affectionatelyrs

“I have to say, this is all quite literal, don’t you think?” Alex wouldn’t know literal right now if it hit him in the head. “Huh?” Henry points at Alex: “Pillow Princess,” and then to himself: “Cowboy. Ready to ride and all that.” Alex nods dumbly. “Right.” - Or, Alex and Henry dress up as the ultimate couples costume for Halloween — themselves — and they both feel some kind of way about it

baby boy by smc_27

It starts as a joke. Alex taking the piss about how much money Henry has. How he could have anything he wanted, from anyone he wanted, if only he just asked.

My Songs Know Secrets You're Sick of Keeping by ma_lark_ey, paythe_piper

"How about this," Alex offered, "If I win AOTY, I announce Henry and I in my acceptance speech. If I don't, we do it your way." OR: Alex is a world famous pop punk star, Henry is still the Prince of England, and the public is onto them.

Au Naturel by cmere

The French doors leading to the office are thrown open, so he has a moment to take in the scene in front of him: Alex, lying on his stomach on the floor, feet kicked up and crossed at the ankle, surrounded by books, papers, and two open laptops. None of that, however, catches Henry's attention as much as Alex's hair, secured in a small, messy knot on top of his head with nothing but a single wooden chopstick. Henry blinks rapidly several times. "Alex," Henry says, somehow hoarse. Alex's head whirls around. There's a single, perfectly curled tendril over the apple of his cheek; his scruff has hit the mystical, magical point where it's more soft beard than prickly shadow; his reading glasses sit atop his adorable nose; and Henry realizes with sudden gravity that he's not entirely in control of his physical responses anymore—something has to give. Alex hasn't really been bothering with some of his usual upkeep, and Henry is kind of extremely into it.

You deserve my love by whateveridk

“I’ll leave as soon as you tell me to." Henry had turned towards him, stealing himself, sticking his chin out, and said “leave.” Alex has been picking up the pieces ever since. Two years later, living with Nora and June in NYC, it still haunts him, but it's fine. Whatever, he is fine. And then... Breaking News: Prince Henry comes out as gay So it's not fine, Alex is not fine.

sex ed in 6 steps by coffeecatsme

“Please tell me you used a condom, Fox,” Alex drawls out, leaning against the wall, and Henry chokes on his next breath.“Excuse me?”“You’re gonna tell me all about this tomorrow, but for the love of God, tell me you used a condom and we won’t have mini Henrys on campus anytime soon.” Or, 5 times Alex thinks Henry's straight and 1 time he finds out the truth. Or, 5 times Alex jokes about Henry's sex life and 1 time he gets to be a part of it.

More Than A Makeover by everwitch

The Fab Five—Alex, June, Nora, Liam and Spencer—descend on a New York based shelter for disenfranchised queer youth to give the place a much needed makeover. As the week progresses, sparks start to fly between Alex, the culinary representative of the queertastic quintet, and Henry, the sweetly charming founder of the shelter. It’s a deeply emotional week full of unexpected realizations, and certainly a week that strengthens Henry’s friendship with Pez in ways that neither of them quite knew they needed. As the week comes to a close and the Queer Eye team say their goodbyes, it remains to be seen what will become of the warm connection between Alex and Henry. Will it last, or was it too much of a perfect miracle to ever grow into something real?

The Royal Wedding by DracoWillHearAboutThis

HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS PRINCE HENRY OF WALES AND MR ALEXANDER CLAREMONT-DIAZ ARE ENGAGED TO BE MARRIED HM Queen Mary is delighted to announce the engagement of Prince Henry to Mr. Alexander Claremont-Diaz. The wedding will take place in the Spring or Summer of 2025, in London. Further details about the wedding date will be announced in due course.  Prince Henry and Mr. Claremont-Diaz became engaged earlier this week during a private holiday in Paris. Prince Henry has informed The Queen and other close members of his family. Prince Henry has sought and received the blessings of Mr. Claremont-Diaz's parents.  The couple will live in Nottingham Cottage at Kensington Palace. 

A Toast to the Night by allmylovesatonce

Henry looks up from his drink and swears his jaw drops. Standing in front of him is one of the most beautiful men he’s ever seen. From his dark brown curls to the way his deep eyes gleam as he stands there, an awkward smile on his face. Henry is nearly sure this man is going to ask for his seat. He probably has some woman with him, scouring for a place to sit. “Uh, hi,” the man says. “Hi.” “Look, this is really awkward,” he says and Henry feels the confirmation in his gut — also maybe disappointment. “My ex-boyfriend just walked in and I really don’t want to talk to him. I was wondering if I could sit here with you so that he won’t talk to me.”

That's What You Get For Waking Up in Vegas by bleedingballroomfloor

The bartender slides Alex the whiskey and shot of water before turning her attention to the person behind him. He turns around at the same time as the person speaks, “Gin and tonic” in all rounded vowels, a distinct English accent shining through, and he swears his heart stops. “Holy shit,” Alex says before he can stop the words from slipping out of his mouth. “Henry?” When Alex is celebrating June and Nora's bachelorette party in Vegas, the last person he expects to see is his ex-boyfriend Henry, who moved back to London nearly a year ago. Waking up next to him the following morning, naked and sated with a marriage certificate poking out of his pocket, he starts to wonder if he's truly over Henry.

hang on 'til the chaos is through by ShyAudacity

David is lounging on his spot at the foot of the bed when Alex comes in. He opts not to turn on the light, not wanting to disturb Henry, but then quickly finds that the light is on in their bathroom. Henry must still be getting cleaned up before bed; Alex can say hello and check on Henry when he steps out. It’s weird that he’s still up. Henry was awake well before Alex was this morning and… come to think of it, Alex can’t remember him ever coming to bed last night. Alex has only made it through the top three buttons on his dress shirt when he hears a terrifying crash come from the bathroom. Clutching his chest, he steps towards their shared bathroom, afraid to see what’s on the other side. “Henry? …H, what was-.” Alex stops short in the doorway, startled to find the love of his life in a miserable heap on the bathroom floor.

Sad Again (Don't Tell My Boyfriend) by lucy_in_the_sky

After proposing to Alex, Henry writes a letter to his father reflecting on all the moments he’ll never get to share with him. AKA Alex comforts a mourning Henry and promises to be there for him, forever and always.

monster mash by matherine

None of Henry’s answers to “Who are you supposed to be?” are particularly funny to anyone but him, especially in his inebriated state, so he’s completely given up on making any sense when the latest person asks him, someone who he assumes is yet another sorority girl in a skimpy costume from the glimpse of a cheerleading skirt he gets while they brush past him to open the fridge. “George Villiers,” he offers. “Deep cut, England,” a decidedly male voice snorts, and Henry can’t help the way his head snaps up, eyes wide.

Take it Down Low / Make Me Get High by Mags (sparklepocalypse)

“Henry,” Alex rasps wonderingly, sounding almost entranced, “I want to eat your ass.” Henry’s train of thought screeches to a halt with such force that for a moment, he thinks he might’ve had a stroke.

how did a middle-class divorcé do it? by Time_Sequence

Not really concerned, Alex watched the typing bubble appear – disappear – appear again, like Henry couldn’t quite find the words to say what it was he was thinking. Most likely, he was trying to find the perfect sarcastic quip in response. What came through made him genuinely pause. HRH Prince Dickhead💩: You complete and utter moron Then, HRH Prince Dickhead💩: Royalty can’t marry divorcees If Alex had been having a good time before, he definitely wasn’t now. - When a joking interview reveals that Alex and Nora drunkenly married ten years ago, suddenly Alex's upcoming wedding to Prince Henry is jeopardised.

discreet packaging by demigodbeautiies

“Please, please, please explain to me,” Zahra says, finally, sounding more than a little bit long-suffering. “Why I had to have the head of the Secret Service sit me down and tell me to give you a talk about avoiding bomb scares with unidentifiable packaging.”

the world watched (and the world smiled) by fangirl6202

"Oh,” Alex says finally, faintly, touching one hand to his lips. Then: “Shit.”  His mind catches up then, realizing that Henry is walking away and he doesn't even think twice. He begins to quite literally chase after him, trying to get to him before he can get away or, God forbid, try to fly back to England and ghost him.   Henry is very pointedly not looking at him, stuttering apology over apology until Alex has to quite literally throw himself in front of him to get him to stop. Alex doesn’t know what to do. But the answer is simple, isn’t it? So fucking simple.   He takes Prince Fucking Charming’s lapels into his hand and kisses him back.  Or; it's New Years, and Henry stays.

Rabbit Hole by TuppingLiberty

Some sort of non-famous au, don't worry, there's not really a plot. Alex has been going down a research rabbit hole for hours and Henry comes to rescue him.

Let Loose Your Glow by athousandrooms

“Seems like my liege was caught in a situation where he’d rather the ground swallow him whole.” Pez nods towards a spot to the side, and Alex follows his gaze. He spots Henry easily – a tall lighthouse of tousled blond hair – talking to a girl who is clearly into him. His expression looks perfectly polite, but he’s subtly leaning away, and he looks tense. So, Alex makes an impulsive decision. Whatever happens, this is going to be fun. *** Or: Alex is so very definitely straight, so pretending to be Henry’s boyfriend to get him out of an awkward situation should just be a fun little pastime - except that he doesn't really want to stop, and he has no idea why. But maybe it's okay to not think too hard and let himself go with the flow, for once.

Things I Cannot Accept by SprigsofViolets

In 2016, Ellen Claremont lost the presidential election. In 2019, Alex Claremont-Diaz is not the first son of the United States, so he’s shocked when his path crosses with Prince Henry for the first time in almost four years.

How well you play...that's up to you by happinessofthepursuit

Treacherous (adjective) guilty of or involving betrayal or deception; (of ground, water, conditions, etc.) hazardous because of presenting hidden or unpredictable dangers. Or, how to describe surgical residency in a single word. A Grey's Anatomy inspired AU.

In Accord by absoluteaudacity

Pursuant to the establishment of an ongoing relationship between The Crown and the Office of the President of the United States, the representatives of the The Queen and Her interests are authorised to establish a contract of marriage between His Royal Highness Prince Henry of Wales and Alexander Claremont-Diaz.

A Heart Even More Your Own by chaa_kiao

“Guess you’ll be writing those poems after all.” He swallows. "I should go." Henry’s mind— every part of him, really— his heart, his body, his fucking soul— is screaming at him to take it all back. To hell with the monarchy, the American presidency, damn it all. This is the man he’s spent his entire life loving and he’s throwing it away for a legacy he doesn’t give a single fuck about. He forces out a rough “I think so,” but he can’t hear it over the ringing in his ears. “I love you.” “Alex—” “I know,” Alex says. “I just had to say it.” _______ Or: Alex and Henry getting back together takes a little bit longer this time.

you are my mountain (you are my sea) by alasse

Five times Alex and Henry have important conversations in houses, and one time they have a very important conversation in a castle.

Down For the Count by LolaLand (Lola_di_Penates)

Alex came to Las Vegas to count cards, not feelings. Henry came to win it all. Is it possible to find something real in Sin City, where nearly everything isn’t as it seems? OR Goodbye reality, hello Vegas (the blackjack/poker AU).

Let Them Eat Cake by rohruh

“I wanna eat you out,” Alex’s voice comes out raspy and intrepid through the phone pressed against Henry’s ear. Henry lets out a soft whine at the admission, his breath up-ticking in synchrony with his hips as he thrusts up into his hand. “I’d like that,” he tells Alex eagerly, cradling the phone in his palm as though he could materialize Alex right there in front of him if he presses it against his ear firmly enough. “I’ve never done it to a guy before,” Alex confesses. “Is it… different from eating out a girl? I bet you’d taste so good, baby. Fuck.”

A Thousand Words by Thunder_Cakes

After that Han/Leia mural both their accounts go silent for a while. For months, actually. They’re both in therapy after Alex tried to post a selfie with June after election night and had a panic attack before he could hit “Share.” Suddenly the thought of sharing the details of his life and loved ones with the world is paralyzing. Wonder why. or: Alex, Henry and what they choose to share of their life

All for a Taste of the Honey by chamel

“So you’re telling me you’re not in favor of this plan,” Henry says eventually. “No, I’m fucking not,” Alex huffs, glaring at him. “It’s stupid and dangerous and unnecessary.” Henry cocks one perfect eyebrow at him. “You have another idea for how to get access to the room where he does his deals? The one that only ever admits Vega, his associates, and the strippers who entertain them?” (Or, an FBI agent!Stripper!Henry fic. Henry goes undercover at a strip club, and Alex has a lot of feelings about that.)

in the mood for... by carzla

Henry knows that he’s the one who said “casual”, and it had been a reminder to himself that that was all it could ever be between him and Alex. So, telling Alex that they should “make love” is probably a mistake in syntax bigger than he could safely afford. But they’re in Paris and Henry is feeling terribly, terribly maudlin.

something good and right and real by HypnosTheory

“This is pretty expensive for a high school trinket.” “Everything is bigger in Texas,” Alex jokes. Henry looks up at Alex, who’s standing with his shoulders relaxed for the first time since October. The relief of his mother’s victory has made him loose-limbed and calm, his smile easy and lovely. Henry looks down at the crown in his hands and back at Alex. He imagines the gold half-buried in Alex’s hair, heavy on the man’s brow, decadent and royal. Henry swallows, face heating, and holds the crown out to Alex. “Put it on.” -- After the election, Henry explores Alex’s childhood room. He finds trinkets of a young Alex that intrigue him, including a crown that gives him some ideas.

In His Wildest Dreams by myheartalive

Once Alex has pulled out, Henry turns over to face him. He strokes the hair softly away from his face and Alex smiles at him. “So… that happened again.” Henry leans forward and kisses him on the forehead. “Indeed.” There’s a sort of thoughtful pause, where Henry can see Alex working to pull together the right words. “I’m not sure I’ve ever seen you that… thirsty?” “Oh, bugger off,” Henry says, but he’s laughing. It’s a fair description. “No, but I mean it. You were like… urgent. It was hot.” “It felt hot. I liked waking up like that. With you up against me, trying to have your way with me.” — Set in and around the Henry bonus chapter, this is a story about Henry and Alex’s hectic schedules, family appearances etc. pulling them apart, and about what starts to happen between them, in the quiet of night: their sleeping bodies turning to each other, finding their sweet spots and opening up. And Alex and Henry learning a lot about each other in the process — Mind the tags, y'all. That particular tag features prominently and it’s a major plot point, so if that’s not your jam, just hit the back button.

until next time!

#rwrb rec list #rwrb #red white and royal blue #firstprince #alex and henry #henry fox mountchristen windsor #alex claremont diaz #alex x henry #fic rec #rwrb fic rec #rwrb fanfiction

[geminiwritten]

hold on ; billy butcher

fandom: the boys

pairing: billy x reader

summary: you’re the youngest member of the boys and you hate that butcher insists on calling you ‘kid’ so you show him in more ways than one that you are not a child

notes: this is very weak, but it was kind of good writing practice because i definitely don’t write a lot of action (i’m so sorry if it sucks)! as always, please let me know what you think!

warnings: a lot of swearing, google translated french, age gap (not specified, but inferred) guns, violence, a dagger, explosion, descriptions of wounding (please don’t read if any of this is triggering for you!)

word count: 4310

Butcher is an asshole. You knew that from the moment you met him. He is rude, and brash, and impulsive to the point that made you believe he didn’t have an angel on one of his shoulders, only two antagonistic little devils. You often found yourself itching to dig your fist into his face, especially when he called you by the stupid nickname he coined the moment he met you. Kid, or The Kid, if you weren’t in the room. It vexed you beyond belief, and you knew exactly why.

Butcher is an asshole, but he’s also fucking gorgeous. He’s tall and broad, and his voice is so delicious, it often finds its way into your filthiest dreams. To say you were obsessed with the man wouldn’t be an overstatement, and it was no secret, everyone but Butcher himself knows it. You’ve wanted him from the moment you met him, but then he went ahead and called you ‘kid’ and you quickly realised that he didn’t see you as anything more than one of the boys. The youngest one of the boys.

“Are you okay, mon amour?” Frenchie asks, nudging you with his shoulder.

You look at the man sitting beside you, dressed head to toe in black with a bandolier slung across his body. The van rattles as it hits a bump, and across from you, MM casts an angry glare toward the driver’s seat.

“I’m good,” you reply, flexing your fingers around the gun laying across your lap.

You were no stranger to the weapon, having spent years training in the special forces before flunking out the minute you found out about the movement for Supes to be contracted into the military. You were furious and scared, and then you ran into an old neighbour whose mother used to be book club buddies with yours – Hughie – and the rest is history.

“Butcher’s on location,” MM says, tucking his phone back into the pocket on his vest.

“Make sure he waits,” Hughie calls from the front of the van. “It’ll take me five minutes to get eyes on the whole building, but he can’t go in blind.”

MM looks at Frenchie, “Are you sure about this?”

“Positive,” Frenchie replies, “They will not be prepared for a raid, and they will have the information we need.”

“And how many are going to be willing to give it to us?” you ask.

He grimaces, “Not many, but I do not doubt your persuasion skills, mon cherie.”

“Persuasion,” you scoff, looking down at the weapon in your lap.

Don’t get it wrong, you weren’t some kind of super CIA motherfucker who should be feared by all, but you were pretty swift when you needed to be. You weren’t overly worried about the mission, not with Frenchie, MM, and Butcher at your back, but you hadn’t properly exercised your training in months. You know you’re going to be rusty, and you don’t exactly know what you’re walking into, but Frenchie does, and he’s confident in your ability.

The objective was simple. Frenchie had some old friends who were keeping tabs on his and Butcher’s movements and feeding them back to someone who was then getting them to Vought somehow. All you had to do was shut them down and find out who their contact was, and probably murder more than half of them in the process. Simple, right? Except for the fact that not even Frenchie knew exactly how many men you were running in on, or what kind of weapons they had.

“We’re here,” Hughie announces, just before the three of you in the back lurch forward with the sudden stop of the van.

You button up the fastenings on your fingerless gloves and check that your bandolier is packed with extra magazines before standing up. MM opens the doors for Hughie, and he jumps up into the back of the van with his laptop under his arm. Frenchie pulls a small stool from the storage cage and plants it in front of the flip down desk as Hughie begins unpacking his equipment. No more than five minutes pass before video images start popping up in black and white squares across the screens.

“Butcher,” Hughie says, tucking his earpiece in, “can you hear me?”

You fix your own piece into your ear before routinely checking the clips and fastenings across your tact suit.

“I can ‘ear you,” Butcher’s voice rumbles in your ear, and you can feel your cheeks flush pink.

“Alright,” Hughie scans the screens in front of him, “they’ve got pretty high tech surveillance, but their security isn’t great. I’m getting twenty-two heat signatures, most in the basement, a couple on the ground floor, and three on the fourth. According to Frenchie’s intel, there are other tenants in the building, so my guess is that three up top aren’t apart of this.”

“The two at ground level are most likely security,” Frenchie says. “There are always one or two of them watching the building’s main entrance.”

“But there’s another way in?” MM asks.

Hughie nods, “Looks like you can access the basement from the back, but that’s probably their main point of access, so you’ll want to find another way in.”

“You tellin’ me there’s one fuckin’ door to this place?” Butcher’s voice comes through the earpiece again, and you have to flex your fingers around your gun to remind yourself to focus.

“The backdoor and the building’s main stairwell,” Frenchie replies.

“Two fuckin’ doors?” Butcher says. “Fuckin’ hell, Frenchie, how the hell are we s’pposed to get out if things go wrong?”

“Nothing will go wrong,” Frenchie states, giving you an incredibly confident grin.

Your stomach twists nervously, but you don’t let it show, returning his grin with a nod and a small smile.

“There are windows,” Hughie says, “but only Y/N will fit, maybe Frenchie.”

“Then we go first,” you look at Frenchie, “through the windows and make sure Butcher and MM can get in the back.”

“No fuckin’ way,” Butcher snaps. “We don’t know what kind of weapons these cunts got, and if you two get overpowered, we won’t be able to get in ‘n’ help. We all go in the backdoor, force our way in.”

Frenchie chuckles, “You are a fan of forcing yourself into the backdoor, Monsieur Charcutier?”

MM snorts while you and Hughie snicker, but there isn’t a sound from Butcher.

“Look,” you say, “I appreciate your concern, Butcher, but we have the best chance of surprising them by slipping in where they won’t expect.”

Frenchie giggles again at your unintentional innuendo.

“Listen, Kid,” Butcher says, sending wave of irritation through your body, “I appreciate your concern, but I ain’t lettin’ you ‘n’ Frenchie get killed for somethin’ as trivial as a bit of intel.”

“I’m not a fucking kid, Butcher,” you bite back, at which everyone in the van startles. “Frenchie and I will meet you at the backdoor.”

You pull your black kerchief up over your nose and crack the van’s doors open, peaking out cautiously before stepping down and into the dark night. Frenchie and MM follow your silent footsteps toward the brick building, skirting around the side until you find the low and narrow basement windows. You point at MM and then toward the back of the building, and he nods before hurrying off.

“There’s a guard waiting outside the backdoor,” Hughie’s voice comes through your earpiece.

You hear a couple of grunts before MM says, “Not anymore.”

“Do you have Butcher?” Hughie asks.

“We’re in position,” MM affirms.

You nod at Frenchie and he gestures for you to go first, so you turn to the closest window. You take a deep breath before crouching beside the window and gripping a lip in the brickwork to help swing your body through. Using your chunky black boots, you kick the window in and follow the momentum with your feet first. You hit the concrete floor with a thud, quickly darting to the side before Frenchie drops down in the same fashion.

“What the fuck?!” one of the men shouts, scrambling to get up from the old and torn sofa on which he sat.

Your hands are on your gun before you can remember thinking about it, and a gunshot bursts in your left ear as a thug across the room fires at you, missing completely. You take aim and shoot his shoulder, making him drop his gun and crumple to the floor in pain. Two more bullets hit the brick wall behind you, and two more of the gangsters fall with wounds in their shoulders. Frenchie is already rushing to the backdoor, and you cover him easily by dropping three more men with pistols and hitting one in the leg who was scrambling toward the stairs. A cluster of lankier looking men cower in what looks like a makeshift drug lab, all wearing rubber aprons and protective goggles over their eyes. You turn away from them and take down another heading for the stairs, watching him fall on top of his comrade before whipping around and firing at a thug who was pointing his gun at Frenchie. The bullet cracks as it hits him in the side of the head, but you don’t have time to regret your aim before someone tackles you from behind. You duck forward, gripping his thick arms before he can strangle you, and use his momentum to throw him onto his back on the floor in front of you with a loud thump.

Your gun is back in your hands as you scan the room over its barrel, a familiar sense a satisfaction quelling your fight mode when you find every assailant either downed or cowering with their hands up. The backdoor creaks open, and MM and Butcher march in with guns up before stopping abruptly at the sight of the pacified room.

“What did I tell you, eh?” Frenchie says, and you hear it more in your earpiece than from across the room. “She is fucking incroyable.”

“Holy shit,” MM mutters, lowering his gun.

Butcher’s eyes are wild above his face covering, filled with an emotion you can’t discern as he stares at you across the dark room.

“Alright,” Frenchie shouts, pulling his kerchief down, “where the fuck is Lafeyette?”

The room stays quiet, but the four of you slowly cast heavy glares across the fallen thugs until one of the timid lab assistants points a shaking finger toward the two men collapsed by the stairs.

“Time to talk you filthy sac de merde,” Frenchie spits, as he and Butcher stalk toward the men.

MM nods at you as he readjusts his gun and widens his stance, guarding the door in case anyone thinks of trying to escape. Your fighter instincts settle at the slight sense of security, and you sling your gun over your shoulder as you approach the small drug lab.

“What are your names?” you ask the men.

Three of them glance at the shortest of the four, and with trembling hands he moves his goggles onto his head, revealing two clean circles of skin around his bright blue eyes.

“I am Gabriel,” he says, his accent thicker than Frenchie’s, “this is Théo, Lucas, and Éliott. They do not speak English.”

“Can they understand it?”

He nods, “Mostly.”

“Good,” you nod and hold your hands up, “I’m not going to hurt you, unless you give me a reason to.”

They all shake their heads vigorously.

“Are you here because you want to be?” you ask them.

“No,” Gabriel replies, and the other three shake their heads again.

“How did you get here?”

“Théo and I came together,” Gabriel says, “without papers, and Monsieur Toussaint said he would get us citizenship. Lucas and Éliott were here already, and they have kept us from leaving.”

You gesture to the bench full of laboratory equipment, “You make drugs for them?”

“Oui,” he nods, “Lucas is a- uh, how do you say un scientifique?”

“A scientist,” MM calls out from behind you.

“Oui,” Gabriel nods again, “he teaches us to cook.”

You frown, “Do you have any family here?”

“Théo has family in America,” he replies.

“Does he know where they are? Can you contact them if we help you leave?”

His bright blue eyes sparkle with hope, “Oui!”

You nod, “Good, we’re going to try and help you, okay?”

You barely finish your sentence before MM screams your name, and you feel the weight of a large hand on your left shoulder, dragging you back and blocking your ability to grab your gun. You crouch under the pressure and reach your thigh holster with your right hand, gripping the hilt of your dagger. You unsheathe it as you turn in a full one-eighty, escaping the assailant’s grasp and sweeping underneath his arm with your dagger outstretched. The blade slashes horizontally right beneath his kneecap, causing him to buckle as you rise to your full height and lacerate his throat. You leap back to avoid the spray of blood and falling body, watching the man slump face first into the concrete floor at your feet.

When you look up, you find every pair of – conscious – eyes on you, a mixture of terror and disbelief written across the room of faces.

“Are you okay?” Frenchie asks, though there is more pride than concern in his expression.

“I’m good,” you reply, crouching down to clean each side of your dagger on the dead man’s shirt before tucking it back into your holster.

Butcher drops the collar of who you assume is Lafayette, and you still can’t read his face behind his kerchief as he stares at you.

“Uh, guys,” Hughie’s voice speaks into your ear, “someone heard the gunshots, you’ve got emergency response on site in less than five minutes.”

Frenchie swings his foot into Lafayette’s stomach before nodding at MM, “Let’s go.”

You turn to the four lab assistants and gesture toward the backdoor. They scramble to remove their protective gear before hurrying toward MM who guides them out. Frenchie jogs past you, but Butcher stops and holds his hand out.

He pulls his kerchief down, “I’ll do it, you get out of ‘ere, Kid.”

“Fat chance,” you scoff, “now go.”

You’ve already got the gas canister in hand, and he knows you’ll pop it before he can argue, so he turns and mutters something inaudible as he stalks toward the door.

With your kerchief securely up over your nose, you release the pin and throw the gas into the room before turning to the lab table. You work quickly, pouring the two vials that Frenchie gave you into an empty beaker and setting it atop a lit burner. In five long leaps, you’re out the door and slamming it shut before sprinting away.

Butcher is waiting for you just around the side of the building, his hand outstretched. You barely have time to grab it before a huge explosion blows through the low basement windows and shakes the entire building. Butcher pulls your body against his, pivoting so that his back is to the blast as it knocks both of you off your feet. You hit the ground and your ears ring, but you don’t feel a single bit of debris hit you thanks to the body lying on top of yours.

“Fuck,” Butcher curses, though his voice sounds distant in your ringing ears.

You look up at him, his face inches from yours and smattered with dust and dirt. The adrenaline coursing through your veins has your whole body on high alert, overly aware of every part of him that is pressed against you.

He looks down at you, his pupils blown wide as his gaze darts to your lips. He licks his own, his chest heaving against yours and your head spins with a thousand filthy thoughts. For a split second, you think he might kiss you, and your breath catches in your throat in anticipation, but then he pushes himself up and offers his hand. You sigh and take it, letting him haul you off the ground.

“You alrigh’, Kid?” he asks.

“I’m not a fucking kid,” you spit, snatching your hand from his.

You run toward the van and leap into the open doors, Butcher at your heels. Hughie slams on the accelerator before Frenchie has even closed the doors, and you instinctually grab onto the nearest thing to steady yourself. It just so happens to be Butcher, and you know not from the scratch of his beard against your temple as you cling to him, but his scent. Warm and woody, with hint of apple-scented soap and whiskey.

You retract quickly and fall into the seat on the opposite side of the van, resting your head back against the blocked-out window.

“What the fuck, Frenchie?” MM exclaims. “You said that would be a small explosion, that it would look like an accident.”

Frenchie grimaces, “I did not account for the other reactants in the lab.”

Butcher sits quietly across from you, his eyes trained on you as you do everything you can to avoid looking in his direction. You focus on your gun, unlocking the empty clip and clicking the safety on. MM and Frenchie speak with the four timid men huddled at the back of the van, asking them a series of questions before deciding where would be best to take them.

After a painfully long drive, Hughie stops the van and Frenchie helps the four men out of the back doors. He tells you all to go back to the safe house and he will be there soon. The rest of the ride home is tense and silent, MM not daring to speak once he sees the irritated frown on your face as you fiddle with your equipment, packing it into cases and locking it in the van’s storage cage.

Once safe inside the decrepit apartment you currently call home, Hughie grins at you, “Holy shit, Y/N, you are fucking bad ass.”

“Thanks,” you mutter, starting on the clips of your tact suit.

“I wish I saw all of it,” MM says, “you’re deadly.”

A small smile quirks the corner of your lip, and you let out a small sigh as you release the last buckle on your Kevlar vest. You drop the heavy thing on the dining table along with your bandolier.

“I’m still pissed that you didn’t listen to me,” Butcher states, at which you roll your eyes, “but you did good, Kid.”

Your head snaps in his direction, your eyes narrowing at him. “Do I look like a fucking child, Butcher?”

Hughie’s grin vanishes and MM freezes on his way to the couch.

“Do I?” you press, holding your arms out as if to emphasise your attire. “Because a fucking kid couldn’t do what I just did, yet you insist on calling me by that fucking name!”

He doesn’t flinch the way Hughie does, nor are his eyes as wary as MM’s. He remains his usual cool self, though his frown is more curious than irate.

“Didn’t realise it bugged ya so much,” he says.

“You don’t fucking realise much, do you, Butcher?” you snap, before turning on your heel and marching toward the room that was designated yours.

You march inside and slam the door, but a pair of heavy boots are hot on your heels, and you curse the landlord for not installing any locks as the door swings open again.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Butcher demands, slamming the door once again behind him.

You unzip your outer jacket and throw it on the bed, “Didn’t I make it clear?”

“Uh, no, actually,” he steps toward you, “I’m not fuckin’ pissed about the raid, I’m pretty fuckin’ impressed, but you’re still throwin’ a tantrum like a fuckin’-”

“Like a child?”

His eyes narrow, and he crosses his arms over his chest, “I was gon’a say kid.”

You clench your fists in an attempt to refocus your frustration, digging your fingernails into your palms until it stings.

“Look,” he says, “I know you’re capable, and fuckin’ talented with a gun, but I wasn’t tryin’ to be a dick, I was tryin’ to keep you safe.”

“Because I’m so young and stupid?” you ask, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Because I can’t fucking handle myself even though I just prevented all of you from getting your fucking asses kicked?”

He sighs, “I never said you’re fuckin’ stupid.”

“But I am young,” you mutter, your voice revealing more emotion than you intended.

His brows shift into a dubious frown, “What’s this fuckin’ obsession with your age?”

“What’s your obsession with my age?” you snap, “Calling me ‘kid’ all the time and acting like you’re my fucking babysitter.”

“Oh, so fuck me for caring ‘bout your safety, is that it?”

“No, Billy, that’s not it,” you sigh, tearing your gaze from his to focus on unclipping your thigh holster.

“Then what is it? ‘Cause I don’t know what I’ve fuckin’ done!”

Your holster comes loose and you grip the hilt of the dagger with white knuckles, standing straight again.

“You haven’t done anything!”

“Then what haven’t I fucking done?!” he exclaims, unfolding his arms and throwing his hands up.

The little voice in your head splits into a thousand, screaming a thousand different commands at you. Cry, yell at him, throw something at him, scream, hit your head against the fucking wall, punch him in the throat… kiss him.

Your ears, still numb from the explosion, fill with the sound of your thumping heartbeat as you take three quick steps toward him. His height is intimidating, but you don’t have time to regret your decision as your fingers curl into the material of his shirt and pull him toward you. You have to stretch onto your toes, your other hand finding his chest for stability as you crush your lips against his.

For a second, you think you’ve seriously fucked up, but then his mouth begins to move against yours and your knees buckle. His arms catch you, wrapping around your waist and holding your body against his as his tongue slides across your bottom lip. You part your lips with a sigh, and he takes all control, claiming your mouth and wiping your mind of any thought that isn’t him.

In two easy steps, he backs you against the bed, sitting you down without his lips ever leaving yours. He crawls on top of you, straddling your thighs and catching your hands as they find the buckle on his belt.

“Love,” he sighs against your lips, “hold on.”

You blink up at him, slowly coming down from your high, “To what?”

He chuckles, “I meant slow down a sec.”

“Oh,” your cheeks burn, and you snatch your hands out of his grasp. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t ever fuckin’ apologise for that,” he says, a dopey smile on his lips, “but I don’t know-”

“I do,” you interrupt him, holding yourself up on your elbows.

He raises his brows, “What do you know?”

“I know that I want you,” you reply, “and I know that you want me. I don’t know if this is a good idea, but it fucking feels like it, so please, Butcher… please.”

“Fuck,” he groans, his eyes lingering on your lips before trailing down your body to where he sat. “I know I want you, but why the fuck do you want me?”

You snort, “You’re kidding, right?”

He only frowns.

“Butcher, I have wanted you from the moment I fucking met you,” you fall back against the bed with a sigh, “I don’t know how you haven’t fucking noticed.”

He leans over you, holding himself up with a hand either side of your head. “Why?”

His voice is so deep and his eyes so dark, you struggle to breathe as your clothes suddenly feel like they’re strangling you.

“Because you’re-”

“An asshole?”

You giggle, “Yes, and rude, and brash, but you’re also fucking beautiful.”

His heavy breathing suddenly stops and his eyes widen as they search yours, as if looking for some sense of deception or sarcasm. You open your mouth to reassure him but he swallows your words with a kiss, his lips crashing into yours with bruising force. His mouth moves across your jaw and down your neck, and you whine when pulls away before quickly realising that your high-neck undershirt is in the way. His fingers find the hem and yank it up over your breasts, not bothering to remove it completely before his lips assault your chest, biting and soothing your skin in five separate spots as you writhe beneath him.

He moves down, placing a kiss on your sternum and your stomach, before pausing at the waistband of your pants and looking up with hungry eyes. “You sure ‘bout this?”

His hot breath fans your skin and goosebumps rise in response.

You nod, “Yes, please, Butcher. Yes.”

The buckle and button are loosened in a second, and he groans at the sight of your lacy black panties. He places a hot, wet kiss just above the hem before sitting back and unbuttoning his own shirt. He doesn’t manage to shrug it off though, because you take the opportunity to grip either side of it and pull him back down on top of you. The feeling of his skin against yours makes your whole body clench, and you know you’re kissing him sloppily but he doesn’t seem to mind.

Your fingers find his belt again, struggling to remember how the damn thing works when he pulls away with a gasp, “Hold on.”

You frown, “What now?”

He chuckles, “No, sweethear’, not like that.”

His hands take yours guiding them up over your head until you feel the wood of the headboard at your fingertips.

“I said, hold on.”

END.

#billy butcher #the boys #karl urban #billy butcher x reader #one shot #imagine #fanfiction #homelander #hughie campbell #karl urban x reader #butcher x reader #mothers milk #mm #frenchie

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𝔹𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕌𝕡 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝔾𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔹𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕋𝕠𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 (𝕄𝕒𝕜𝕟𝕒𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖)

♩ gn!reader except for felix's one which is fem!reader, angst with the slightest of fluff, romance, emotional, loads of miscommunication, crying, pregnancy in felix's scenario, mentioned alcohol consumption in seungmin's scenario

♩♩ word count: 5.5k (I am truly sorry)

♩♩♩ A/N: literally a month later, I'm here with maknae line aklsdjhad

wip list here hyung line here

special thanks to this beautiful anon ask for making these hcs possible 💞💞

Jisung

Reason for the breakup: your parents don't support your relationship

Your parents were always the type to keep a tight rein on you, controlling every choice you made in your life since you were a child.

You thought you would be able to escape their control and restraint when you reached adulthood.

But when you introduced your new boyfriend to them with delight, their expressions changed.

Especially when they hear about his career.

"Are you crazy? He's a trainee! Not to mention how unstable his job is and whether he'll end up debuting or not, he doesn't even have time for you! How can we be comfortable with that?"

You didn't know what kind of answer you were expecting, but you froze when you heard your mother blurt out those words.

It was true that he didn't have time for you, but whenever he was free, you were always the first person he thought of.

And, you were willing to believe that everything would turn out fine.

"If I love him enough, if I'm willing to wait, one day…"

"You love him enough, but how are you going to prove that he loves you back enough? How do you guarantee that he won't fall in love with someone else? How do you know he's not taking advantage of your feelings? How do you know that you are not the only one giving in this relationship? Y/N, you are our child, of course we want you to be happy…… But someone like this really isn't going to work."

Maybe it was because you've been controlled by your parents all your life, you simply didn't know how to talk back to them.

Even with plenty of reasons, you didn't dare to say another word.

Or maybe… You knew deep down that they were right.

Separation time: five years

You informed Jisung about your breakup with just one phone call.

You hung up on him before he had a chance to respond.

After that, no matter how many phone calls and messages he made, you didn't respond to him once.

Even when he was on his knees at your door begging you to open up and talk to him, you held back the pain in your heart and didn't make any response.

He tried for three whole days and was finally threatened by the company before he left from your doorstep.

And right after that, you disappeared from his life.

By the time he had the chance to return to your door, there was no one left inside.

You had moved away and left him no more messages.

Jisung was convinced from the beginning that you must have done it for a reason and only did it because you had no choice but to.

So while he kept training, he made attempts to get in touch with various friends and relatives of yours to try to get news of you and why you would suddenly break up with him.

Eventually, your best friend just couldn't take it anymore and revealed to him the truth behind what happened.

He was speechless when he learned the truth.

He believed in his love for you, he knew he wouldn't fall in love with someone else, and there was no way he would do something like take advantage of you.

But it was true that he did not have enough time to spend with you, nor was he in any position to tell you that "everything would turn out to be fine".

He had to become good enough to be able to.

Only then could he be with you openly and honestly.

So, even after learning the truth, he did not immediately contact you, but increased training intensity, and continued to move forward on the path towards "debut".

How you got back together: He went to your parents

The last time you heard about "Han Jisung" was when a friend told you that he had debuted.

Too much time has passed since then, and everything about him turned into " memories of youth".

You thought your life had nothing to do with him anymore.

But the summer of the fifth year after you broke up with him, your father, whom you had not contacted for a long time, suddenly called you.

"The kid… Han Jisung came to see me, and we talked."

The tone of your father's voice over the phone was like nothing you've ever heard before.

"He told us a lot about himself, including his journey over the past few years since his debut… And, about what happened between you two."

You felt dizzy. You hadn't heard the name "Han Jisung" for ages. Now you were suddenly hearing it from your father, and it felt like you were dreaming.

Just hearing his name, all your old memories came flooding back to you.

Including your love for him, which you have carefully cherished for five years， hidden in the deepest part of your heart.

"Y/N, he's a good kid. What happened before… We made a mistake. Jumping to conclusions before we even met him, thinking that it was impossible for you two to have happiness together……"

Your heart was beating faster and faster, everything was so unreal.

"Five years have passed and yet his heart still remains with you. Your mother and I were surprised and gratified……"

Just then, your doorbell rang suddenly.

"So, when he asked about your current address… We just told him."

You blinked as you held your breath.

"He said… What he wanted more than anything right now was to see you again."

You unlocked the door and pushed it open.

The moment you saw him, tears came falling down without you realizing it.

He seemed to have lost a lot of weight.

"Long time no see, Y/N…"

Felix

Reason for breaking up: you got pregnant

When you got back from the hospital, you locked yourself in the bathroom, trembling with the medical report in your hand.

It wasn't supposed to be this way.

You were still so young, and what's more, he was an idol.

Something like a child would only cause him a huge amount of trouble.

You knew how much Felix loved children. If he knew you were expecting, he would leave everything behind to take care of you.

That wouldn't be fair to him, it wouldn't be fair to his members.

So, for the sake of his career and future, you decided to find a reason to break up with him and raise the child on your own.

When Felix came back, you were sitting on the couch.

As usual, he came over and asked why you were up so late.

You looked at him with as much indifference as you could muster.

"Felix, I think we should break up."

The unsuspecting words froze Felix in his place.

"What…? Break up? Y/N, is… Is this some kind of a prank?"

You shook your head, "I've been thinking about it for a long time, and I don't think the two of us are right for each other."

He obviously still didn't believe you and tried to reach for your hand, only to have you avoid him.

He tried to meet your eyes, but your eyes dodged away involuntarily.

"Why so suddenly…? Did I do something wrong? I can change… We can communicate, we don't have to do this……"

Watching him struggle to suppress his emotions, you almost couldn't resist the urge to embrace him.

"There's nothing more to say, I just…… I just don't love you as much as I thought I did. I'm not willing to waste my youth on you anymore."

You uttered your pre-prepared lines.

You knew him well enough to know that if you said it was his problem, he would tell you he would fix it and would work hard to become better for you.

But if you said it was because of your own problems, such as telling him "I don't love you anymore," he had to let go.

As expected, after saying this, Felix's pupils contracted and lost their glow.

"……I see."

Separation time: three years, ten months and two weeks

After breaking up with Felix, you left Seoul with your baby and moved to another city in Korea.

There was no hustle and bustle of Seoul, but there was no Felix either.

As the months went by, your belly got bigger and bigger, and it became difficult to move around.

Your best friend, along with her brother, who both lived in the city, helped take care of you for the safety of you and the baby.

When you were alone at home, you always switched on the TV to see if there was any news about Felix.

He didn't seem any different without you, at least that's what it looked like on TV.

Every time you saw him, you would poke your belly and say to your baby inside, "Look, that's daddy."

In time, your baby sometimes responded by generally kicking your stomach.

When the nurse held him to you after he was born, you saw his eyes.

They were the exact same eyes as Felix's.

You thought you wouldn't miss him anymore, but when you saw those eyes, you couldn't help but burst into tears.

You've seen pictures of Felix as a child, and the more your son grew, the more he resembled him. You even began to wonder where your genes had gone.

Their personalities were amazingly consistent, too.

Your son was always so sweet, hardly ever cried, always had a smile on his face, and called you "mommy" ever so sweetly.

As long as you held him in your arms, he wouldn't complain about a thing.

But just when you thought he was enough like Felix, the summer he turned two, tiny freckles began to grow on his face.

"Even freckles? ……wow, you really are his son huh."

Your son was lying in your arms looking at you with big watery eyes, unable to understand what you were saying.

Yet as your child grew older, he began to ask you questions.

The most common question you get asked being "Why don't I have a dad?"

Whenever you were asked this question, you would show a sad expression.

Over time, he seemed to realize that you get sad when you ask this question, so he stopped asking it eventually.

But he always had an envious look on his face when he saw other kids with their fathers.

So to make your son feel better, you and your son decided to go to Seoul together in the summer he turned three.

Seoul was big, you wouldn't possibly run into Felix, right?

How you got back together: He ran into you and your kid

"Mommy… Mommy……"

Your son, who got separated from you in the park, was crying while walking around helplessly in this place he didn't know.

Just a moment ago, when you went to buy him cotton candy, he was distracted by a kitten. And when he came back to his senses, he no longer knew where he was.

He grew tired of walking, so he crouched in place sobbing in fear.

"Hyung, I'm gonna hang up now, there's a kid over there crying."

He heard a low voice say from not far away.

He looked up and saw a face very similar to his own.

"Hey kiddo, did you get separated from mommy and daddy?"

The person who looked like himself squatted in front of him and asked in a gentle tone.

He had a very fragrant scent on him.

Your son nodded, "I got separated from mommy……"

The man thought for a moment, then spoke again, "Can you tell me your mommy's name?"

Your son hesitates for a moment; you told him not to talk to random strangers.

But the person in front of him gave him a very familiar feeling.

Even if he had never met him before, he somehow trusted him.

"Y/N…my mommy's name, it's Y/N Y/L/N."

The eyes of the person in front of him widened as he looked at him in disbelief.

"You said, Y/N-" "Y/S/N! Y/S/N!"

Just as Felix was about to ask again, an all-too-familiar voice came from the distance.

The voice he had been thinking about day and night.

It was your voice.

"Mommy!"

Your son immediately stood up and rushed in your direction, leaving Felix alone, still in disbelief.

He too slowly stood up and watched as you and the little boy he had just met hugged each other tightly.

Meanwhile, you cried while checking your son's body to see if he was hurt.

After looking around to make sure he was okay, you cupped his face.

"I'm sorry, mommy shouldn't have let go of your hand. Were you scared just now?"

Your son nodded and then shook his head.

"At first it was scary! But then a hyung with a very low voice came to help me! There he is!"

You immediately thought of Felix when you heard "low voice".

But on second thought, how could it be him? How in the world could there be such a coincidence?

But when you looked in the direction your son pointed, you froze.

"Felix……"

He rushed over and hugged you.

"Don't ever leave me again."

……

"You only left me in the first place because you were pregnant?"

After your son fell asleep in Felix's arms, you found a cafe and sat down face to face.

You told him about all the things you had been doing for the past three years, including how much your son resembled him.

But after you finished, he still asked this very question.

"I… I'm sorry, I shouldn't have lied to you then……"

You were both adults, you should have taken responsibility for the results caused by not taking proper precautions.

You shouldn't have run away from it either, as you realized now.

You had expected Felix to lecture you, but he just reached out and caressed your cheek, his thumb gently stroking it.

"Three years, three years, ten months and two weeks, and not a day went by that I didn't think about you. I've thought about going to you, but I was afraid I'd disturb you, I didn't know…"

Your hand gently attaches to his.

His breath hitched, tears almost falling from his eyes.

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes for a moment of silence before replying, "Me too, I've been thinking about you too. It was me who didn't consider your feelings, I lied to you, you didn't do anything wrong……"

"No matter what, I should have been there for you……"

He withdrew his hand and replaced it with a gentle caress of his son's back.

"For the first three years of his life, I wasn't able to be there… And didn't get to be in yours. But for the rest, I'll be there for all of it."

You opened your eyes and smiled, looking into his eyes that were exactly as sincere as they were three years ago.

"It's not an easy thing to take care of a kid."

He smiled back, the hand holding your son tightening slightly.

"You can take your time teaching me, we have a lifetime ahead of us."

Seungmin

Reason for breaking up: He felt that you had too little time together

You always thought that Seungmin wasn't the kind of person who cared much about the amount of time you spent together.

He wasn't a very clingy boyfriend, at least not the kind who wanted to be with you 24/7.

You weren't the kind of person who needed physical contact very much either.

You knew he showed his love in more ways than just kisses and hugs.

You always thought he didn't need you hugging him every day, or asking for kisses, or having to see each other every day.

So when he asked you for a breakup, you didn't even think in that direction.

You acted rather calmly.

You were sad, but you knew very well that going on like this would only be a waste of each other's time.

He indeed hasn't had much free time to spend with you lately, so the reason "too little time together" made sense.

Maybe he could find someone more suitable for him, and you too.

You were sensible, and although you were sad that you couldn't continue to be a couple with him, you weren't going to cry.

And you believed he would not want to see you like that.

That would only make it harder to part, and would only make both sides feel troubled.

But something about his expression didn't seem right.

"So… this is it? We're, over?"

You looked at him and blinked.

"Didn't you want a breakup?"

You weren't sure if it was your imagination, but you felt like you saw a hint of hurt in his eyes.

But wasn't he the one who initiated the breakup?

You wanted to reach out to comfort him, but he turned away before you could and left your apartment.

His backside looked a little lonely.

Separation time: one month

During this month, your life didn't seem to change much.

Other than not having to send a good morning text in the morning, not having to send a picture of yourself at lunch, and not having to send a good night text at night…

Well… If you compared it to when he was at home…

You didn't have to prepare two portions of breakfast, nor did you have to prepare the honey water he used to moisten his throat.

You didn't have to ask him if he was coming home for dinner at night, nor did you have anyone to take a walk with in the evening.

There was no one around when you went to bed.

That being said, although you didn't act like you cherished his presence, he was indeed a part of your life.

Without him, the world was functioning normally, but it just felt like something was missing.

When you were tossing and turning in bed in the early hours of the morning, there was no one to sing a lullaby for you anymore.

You guess you do miss him a little.

It seemed that a lot has indeed changed in your life in the past month.

Pulling out your phone, you opened your photo album and started flipping through the few pictures of the two of you together.

When was the last time you smiled after he left?

And why were you smiling when you looked at his photos just now?

You had thought that you might not have loved him much.

Only now did you realize how you couldn't live without him.

But what's the point of realizing it now?

You have already broken up.

You didn't even try to get him to stay.

……

You remembered the words he said before he left.

"So… this is it? We're, over?"

It seemed like, you suddenly understood how he felt at that time.

Was it really the end?

Like a tiny pebble sinking to the bottom of the river, ripples spreading out like huge waves on the surface of the water, spreading out in all directions.

When you came back to your senses, you realized that you had been silently shedding tears for more than ten minutes.

How you got back together: He came to you drunk

When hearing someone wandering at your doorstep at 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, a normal person would be scared, right?

You grabbed your phone and prepared to call the police, but just as you were about to press the dial button, a familiar voice came from the door.

"Why won't you open……"

"Even the key is bullying me……"

Seungmin muttered in a low voice from the doorway.

Hearing that it was Seungmin, you showed a slightly puzzled expression.

Through the peephole, you saw the look of him scratching his head with confusion.

He was trying to insert the key of their dormitory into the lock of your house.

Then you saw his flushed cheeks and you understood what was going on.

He was drunk.

Putting down the phone in your hand, you took the initiative to unlock the door and pulled it open.

Seungmin lost his balance and fell into your arms. You hurriedly held him back.

"Why are you drunk?"

When he heard it was your voice, he seemed to have sobered up quite a bit.

"Why are you in…" He looked around and realized that this was not his dormitory, but your front door, "……"

He then fell silent as well.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't be here…"

After saying that, he turned around and attempted to leave, but you took his hand.

"Can we talk?"

You felt him stiffen for a moment.

After stepping inside, you poured him a glass of water and sat down on the couch across from him.

His hand was trembling slightly as he picked up the glass.

"What are you nervous about? It's not like I'm going to eat you."

The way he ducked his head and dared not look at you made you feel a little amused.

But you didn't let him in to make fun of him.

"Forget it, let's get down to business. Although I'm not sure how much you'll remember when you wake up…"

"I'm not drunk."

He looked up now, and his eyes did look a lot less foggy.

"……Okay."

You took a deep breath and stood up and walked in his direction, placing your hand on top of his after sitting next to him.

"Seungmin-ah, how have you been this past month?"

He immediately shook his head, and his nose turned red immediately.

It was as if he was going to start crying if you asked another question.

Your hand on his switched to stroking the back of his head, smoothing his hair that was sticking up.

"I didn't have a good time either, not at all. Do you know why?"

He shook his head again meekly, looking at you like a lost puppy.

Although he claimed to be sober, he wasn't acting like the Seungmin you knew.

You smiled and continued stroking his hair.

"Because I found out that I love you so much more than I thought I did. But by the time I found out, you were already gone."

He shook his head once again and turned to look at you, tears about to come to his eyes.

"No."

He sniffles.

"Not gone. I didn't leave. You're the one who left……. You left. You didn't want me, you… You didn't even ask me, you didn't even want to change…… You didn't say anything. You never said "I love you", you never offered to kiss me, you never asked me to hug you, you never said you missed me, you never said you missed me when I wasn't home for days. I didn't leave. I didn't……"

"I'm sorry……"

You reached out your arms to hug him, letting him grab the fabric on your back, head resting on your shoulder as he cried.

"I thought you didn't need that kind of thing…"

Even with his head resting on your shoulder, he continued to shake his head over and over.

"I need it, I want it. I thought you didn't care about me. That's why I… I was pretending I didn't need it all the time too. Because, I didn't want you to think I was clingy. I'm clingy and I want to be with you all the time, all the time. I want to hear you say you love me. Do you love me?"

Your arms tightened a little.

"I love you, Seungmin."

"I love you…"

"I love you."

……

"Can you tell me why you were drunk?"

"Not drunk!"

"Yes yes, you're not drunk, not drunk… Then, can you tell me why you drank?"

Seungmin's ears reddened, somewhat shamefully.

"Don't laugh at me."

You cupped his face and squeezed it.

"How could I laugh at you?"

He spoke with some embarrassment after a few seconds of silence.

"Because… I sang the song."

"You sang a song? Which song did you sing?"

"I sang our lullaby."

It was as if the softest part of your heart was touched.

"…… Well, can you sing it again? Tonight, now, to me?"

"Only if you kiss me."

Jeongin

Reason for breakup: You don't know each other well enough

Everyone, including you, didn't think highly of your relationship with Jeongin.

The age difference between you and him was so big that you were worried that you would have nothing in common other than your sexual attraction.

The games he played, the food he liked, the movies he watched, the various interests you sometimes didn't know very well.

While you were willing to try, you thought there would be someone more suitable for him than you.

Especially when you saw the smile on his face this evening when he was playing with people of similar age, you suddenly felt like you were very far away from him.

Perhaps no matter how hard you try, the fact of the age difference wouldn't change.

When he came back, he found that you were not waiting for him in the living room.

When he entered the bedroom with some confusion, he saw you sitting on the bed staring straight ahead.

He called out your name, but got no response.

When he came to your side, he saw the tear stains on your cheeks.

"Did something happen? Would you mind telling me?"

You failed to look him directly in the eye.

"Jeongin-ah, let's break up."

You told him you thought the two of you had too little in common.

You said you thought he deserved someone far, far better than you.

You said you also thought there would be someone better for yourself than him.

You pushed him away.

"But don't you love me?"

"I do love you, I still do… But we're not right for each other."

Loving him was a simple thing, and there was bound to be someone who could do it better than you.

He looked at you and was silent for a long time.

In the end, he didn't say anything before he left.

Separation time: three weeks and four days

When he returned to the dormitory, Jeongin flung himself on the couch and wept.

The three hyungs in the dorm ran out of the room in a hurry to ask him what was wrong.

Only a few hours ago he was smiling and mumbling "finally I can go see Y/N".

How could he be like this now?

"Y/N noona/hyung doesn't want me anymore."

Even after asking, the hyungs only got this answer.

No one else knew you well, they only heard things about you from Jeongin.

So they knew better than anyone else how much he loved you and how much you meant to him.

So when they saw their dear dongsaeng like this, they were puzzled.

But Minho, the oldest, just shook his head and told the other two, "This is between them, it's better for us to stay out of it".

He thought the issue would be resolved smoothly in a few days.

But then three weeks passed.

For three weeks, Jeongin had been in low spirits, and whenever he saw anything that reminded him of you, he would start sobbing silently, causing the other seven members to be distraught.

The Maknae has always been the invisible pillar of the group, putting smiles on their faces.

When he suddenly lost his usual smile, the whole team panicked.

Even Minho, who had previously suggested not getting involved with what was going on with the two of you, had a change of heart.

When Chan asked about you, he finally couldn't help but confide.

"Noona/Hyung said we don't have much in common, but that's all an excuse, isn't it?"

"That's all just an excuse for not wanting me anymore, right?"

"I just want to stay by their side… Why can't I just do that? ……"

"I saw their tears, I know they didn't want to say that either…"

"But why, why am I just not mature enough?"

"I'm not mature enough, I don't know them well enough, I don't have experience, I couldn't do anything but cry when it came to this kind of thing."

"Noona/Hyung must think I'm clueless about everything, and don't know how to say comforting words at all."

"I didn't even know why they were crying, I didn't even know how to react when I was asked to break up."

"I just ran away without saying a single word to deter."

"Three weeks, three weeks and Noona/Hyung didn't come to me, they must have been disappointed with me……"

After relaying the Maknae's words to the other members, they unanimously decided to go to you and ask for clarification.

Because it was completely obvious from his words that you still loved him.

How you got back together: The other seven members all came to you

You were truly shocked when seven grown men suddenly appeared in front of your house.

Although you are…or were Jeongin's s/o, you haven't really met his seven hyungs.

You knew just from the way Jeongin mentioned them that they all loved him.

Chan, who was standing in front, had a gentle smile on his face.

He asked you to sit down and talk to him about why you broke up with Jeongin.

You didn't want to reveal too much to these people, but when they mentioned Jeongin's recent status to you, you couldn't help but feel upset.

You wanted him to be happy, so when you heard that he wasn't even eating or sleeping lately, you realized that everything you thought you were doing for him was actually hurting him.

"We're not here to force you back together, but I can see that you're having a hard time without him, right?"

"We just want you to listen to him and what he's thinking."

"Relationships are a two-person thing, aren't they?"

"And… Have you ever actually tried to get to know him?"

Chan's words seem to have woken you up.

You always said "you thought", "you knew", but you didn't even really try.

You hadn't even tried to enter his world, you had already concluded that you couldn't enter it.

You decide to go to Jeongin and have a proper conversation.

When the dormitory door opened, you realized that what Chan said was true.

He had lost a lot of weight, his dark circles were severe, and his eyes lost its glow you fell in love with.

When he saw you, he hurriedly tried to shut the door, but you blocked him from doing so with your arm.

"I don't want you to see me like this…"

He covered his face and whispered with his head down.

You held back your tears and, without further inflection, hugged him.

He was holding back too, refusing to cry out.

You let go of the embrace to remove his hands to see his expression, but he turned away from you.

The action was like a small knife piercing into your heart.

He still wasn't willing to show you all of him.

But it was all your fault, wasn't it?

"We just don't know each other very well, don't you think?"

At those words, his sobs paused for a moment.

"Because we're both afraid to make an attempt, afraid that the end result won't be good."

Because of fear, we never even tried.

"But I am not afraid anymore, Innie. there is nothing that scares me more than life without you."

The feeling of these three weeks wasn't something you wanted to experience again, nor did you want him to experience them ever again.

You moved up to hug him from behind, resting your chin on his shoulder and wrapping your arms around his slender waist.

"I was always afraid that you would be taken away by someone who knew you better than I did, someone who was better than me. I was always worried that you would find me boring, that I wasn't actually as good as you thought I was."

"Because of that fear, I was always pushing you away, pushing you far away, not wanting you to get to know me, and not taking the initiative to get to know you."

His tears dripped down onto the back of your hand.

You tightened your arms around him.

"But never again, I will never push you away again. Because I love you, I'm going to be the person who knows you best, who knows every side of you. Is that okay?"

He nodded immediately.

"And you too… I want the same, I want to be the one who knows you best too."

"And from now, no one is going to keep any secrets from each other ever again."

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[lucid-romances]

Neighborly

Sebastian x City! Reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: Mention of Death

Sebastian waits for the farmer in the morning.

The morning light was just teetering over the mountaintops of Stardew Valley.  In the early spring, dew clung to the grass, and a chill came in with the breeze. (Y/N) pulls her old duster tighter around herself as she fills a bucket of water to throw into her garden.  She counts the stocks of beans and tomatoes and sighs in relief when she finds no carnage from the birds.  She’d lived in a city her entire life, depending on the subway train to get her places and street-side food carts to keep her fed.  The only experience she had with plants was the small rooftop garden her mother preserved at their apartment building, and even that had managed to wither away in the months following her death. 

As (Y/N) places her empty bucket by the gate, she tries not to think of her mother or how she would have loved to grow old in Pelican Town.  She never seemed like the type to settle down, and every day, (Y/N) had watched her look out the window with longing.  At the very least, her grave is outside the city limits, with her father now put to rest beside her.  His grave was only three months old when (Y/N) decided to cash in on her portion of his Will.  Her father hadn’t been pleased- she was leaving her corporate job behind to take on a run-down farm, and he didn’t have much faith in her management potential. 

Some days, (Y/N) is inclined to agree with him, but on this day, she’d managed to get up early and finish her chores before the sunrose.  Her mailbox was empty, and her time was free, which meant she could pick up her rusty sword and travel into the mines. As dark and grim as the old shafts happened to be, she thought they were the most fascinating part of the Valley. She had a growing collection of crystals lining her flower bed, and Gunther treated her like an archaeological companion, given the many artifacts she’d been able to bring him. 

She’d always been better at hitting things than mending them, which is why she’d strap a small bag to her back and her sword to her belt before she began the walk up Mountain Road.  She expects the rest of town to be asleep, except for the few business owners who needed an early start, and she’d startle when passing by her neighbor’s home.  A whistle catches her off-guard, sharp and attentive, and her eyes snap towards Robin’s Carpenter business.  

Sebastian is leaning against the fence surrounding their patio, a cigarette hanging from his lips as he waves a coffee cup in front of him. 

“Are my eyes deceiving me, Seb, or are you awake this early?” 

“Maybe I’m just up really late. Here, this is for you.” 

(Y/N) takes a step closer, the bitter aroma of the coffee making her mouth water before she takes the mug into her hands. The warmth felt good against the chill, and she flashed Sebastian a toothy smile. “Don’t tell me you wait around every morning to give a cup of Joe to the first pretty person you see.” 

“You’re the only pretty person willing to get up this early.” Sebastian huffs back, propping his chin against his first as she takes a drink. “Unless you count Linus.” 

“‘Course I count Linus. Have you seen that man’s beard?”  

Sebastian laughs, and the cherry light of his cigarette drops some ashes at his feet. “It’s a good thing I already brought him breakfast, huh? I wouldn’t want him feeling underappreciated.” 

(Y/N) softens at this information before pointing to him with his mug. “Why are you up?” 

“You mentioned going into the mines when we played pool on Friday. I figured I’d catch you before you went in. Wish you luck.”

“That’s nice of you.” 

“Ah, I’m just being neighborly.” 

She wasn’t sure what to say, but she knew that he wouldn’t wake up before 9 AM just to talk to any of his other neighbors. Hell, the only thing that got him up most days was the fact that he had work.  She felt rather special, and under the scrutiny of his gaze, she couldn’t keep that telltale fluttering from starting in her chest. “Sebastian…”

 

“Yeah?”

“Go inside now. If you keep looking at me, I might die.” 

He grins and stands up straighter as if he’d got what he was waiting for that whole time. “Better to die by my flattery than to the monsters down there.  Why don’t you come inside? We can have a real breakfast.” 

“As special as the one you had with Linus?” 

“Well, no. You lack the beard necessary to have a five-star meal with me,  but close.” 

(Y/N) offers Sebastian the now empty mug, and he reaches out to hook it by the handle.  His hands are cold, and she realizes he must have been freezing too, only wearing his hoodie and shorts.  He’s still in his pajamas despite inviting her over, and she rolls her eyes. “I’ll have to rain check. I’m supposed to meet Gunther with something new, and I don’t want to disappoint him.” 

Sebastian nods before he bends down to pick up a small bag. It was hidden behind Maru’s telescope. “I assumed, so here’s a few extra supplies. Water, granola bars, first-aid. Please don’t die down there.” 

“I make no such promises, but thank you for caring.” 

“Don’t mention it.” Sebastian finally finishes his cigarette and stubs it out on the fence before stuffing it in his pocket. “I’m the only one who knows you’re going down there, so if you die, I’m the one who has to drag you back up.” 

“I’d love to see you try! Come to the mines next time, and I’ll show you a thing or two about slaying slimes.”

“I think the town would be better off if I left the ass-kicking to you, (Y/N). I’d hate to be on the other side of that sword.” 

“What, this old thing?” She turns about to give a view of the sword sheathed at her hip. “I could teach you a thing or two, swordsmanship is a dead art.” 

“Make it out of those mines in one piece, and then we’ll talk.”

 

(Y/N) smiles before she stuffs the small bag of supplies within her own to carry with her.  “Talk to you later then?” 

“Come by once you’re finished down there. We’d all love to see what you find.” 

She nods and then continues down the path with a softhearted goodbye left on the wind.

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[thequietkid-moonie]

Can we have some sibling headcannons for juluka and Luka please 🙏 💚

Sibling headcanons

[ HEADCANONS ] [ Luka and Juleka ]

[ Miraculous Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir ]

Hehe they are an amazing family!! I think i love both in diferent ways, is just that watching them having wholesome family interactions is so cuteeee aaaaaaahhh

thanks for requesting it 💙💜 hope you like it! I wrote it with all my heart!

Luka, Juleka and Anarka are a really close and caring family, and you won't be the exception, everyone shows their love and care for you in their own way but never leaving you behind, no matter what

Anarka makes sure to give you your own space and freedom to do as you please (as long as you don't get hurt), but is always there for you whenever you need her, so it end up being Luka the one who is the most responsible person on your life at your early life (unless you were born before him), always looking after you and making sure you do your homework and chores, he does give you freedom but makes sure you learn to be good and responsible. Juleka may be pretty shy and introvert, but for her is a little easier to be open with you two, so she just let herself relax with you (as long as you don't mean harm to her)

If you were younger than them both will try to look after you, while Luka is more like a parent, trying to teach you a few things and being quite protective over you, Juleka is more inclined towards making you company and trying to keep you entretained, is just that Juleka isn't confident of her habilities to take care of her younger sibling and Luka is naturaly caring and protective

If the case that you were older than both or even in the middle then you three will probably just have an even closer relasionship, being so close to each other age can help to let you connect with each other and be able to spend time together (also because their protectiveness won't be trigger by you being so small and young)

Even if you are close to each other and have a really good relationship you'll never be forced to spend all the time with them or be friends with their friends, you are always free to go and do your own friends and have fun on your own, even Anarka will motivate you to go and do your life, to have time to yourself (but will actually put some limits, depending on your age)

Luka and Juleka aren't pushy with you telling them about your life, but they may ask sometimes just for being polite, besides if you are willing or actually want to tell them what you do with your friends they will be more than happy to heard them, Juleka will even share more histories of what she does with her friends too

No matter how old you are you'll always have the support and care of your family, so if you ever have a problem you can always can over to them. Luka is the best to comfort but has his own special way, he can easily read people's expressions so he knows almost immediatly when you aren't feeling at your best and waste no time before showing comfort, but is probably that he does it indirectly (specially if you prefer to don't talk much about your problems), he sometimes has problems with expressing himself by words so he tries to play some music for you. Juleka will have a little problems when trying to comfort you just because she gets nervous about it, but at the end she offers you a shoulder to cry on, just asking you if you want to talk about it or do something to distract yourself, is probably that you two end up talking about what makes you stress or upsed before reasuring each other, knowing that despite everything you have each other to relay on

Since in the Couffaine family is almost part of the dna having talent, or at least a liking for the music, is probably that you'll have talent for music too, but it won't matter much what instrument you want/know to play or what kind of music you prefer to perform everyone will support you and cheer for you (even if you were to prefer a rhythm that is the complete opposite they will still cheer for you, Anarka will find it quite funny but won't make fun of you for it). Besides, Anarka knows a lot about diferent instruments, so she can easily guide you to find the one that is for you!

Once they start Kitty Section you'll have the opportunity to not only meet Juleka's friends but also an invitation to participate, but its okay if you decline, they won't force you to anything and just let you know that you can change your choise if you want. Performing with them or not, you are going to always be welcome to their practices and you can always invite your own friends to watch too, they always insist that the more they are the more fun will be!

#miraculous tales of ladybug and chat noir #miraculous #miraculous x reader #luka couffaine #luka couffaine x reader #luka x reader #juleka couffaine #juleka couffaine x reader #juleka x reader #x reader #x gn reader #cartoons x reader #cartoon x reader

[everything-fine-n-peachy]

when daffodils bloom (h.rj)

pairings: huang renjun x reader genre: fluff (hbd baobei hihi) summary: your typical highschool nerds find a way to express their love for each other in the way they know best, very shy rj and kinda dense y/n

Renjun knew you had high standards. He expected nothing less after sharing all his honors classes with you for the last five years in high school. You even showed him a list you kept in your school journal, pointing at each item to explain why it was necessary. For example, you swore that the average shelf in a common household was just beyond the reach of someone like you, who stood at five foot three. Therefore, you needed someone at least five foot ten or taller to help you grab items on the top level.  

three inches, Renjun thought, he was below your standard by just three inches. 

This is exactly why he never found the courage to confess his feelings. Sure, he was the smartest guy in his class and it wasn’t like there weren’t other girls he could pursue, but there was just something special about you. He’d lost count of the amount of times Chenle had nagged at him to just come clean or give up all together. The thing is, Renjun may be a Math whiz but he was also really terrible at expressing himself. 

So he settles for giving you his reviewers. As in, only you. Whenever his friends would complain about how you didn’t need an extra hand in your academics, Renjun would wave them off and say you’d exchange top secret study notes anyway, nothing special. 

On the contrary, he would work tirelessly making sure he’d get all the right topics and jot them down in his careful handwriting, spending hours at a time before handing you a copy. 

And you were completely oblivious. 

To you, Renjun was your confidant, someone who could understand the many pressures of growing up in a family with high expectations. You thought he was way too handsome to look your way and always insisted to everyone who teased you that he was just a nice guy. 

On the days when you had Math tournaments to attend and missed class, he would be the one you’d run to for notes. Which is why you never stop to think that it was ever special treatment. 

That was until Giselle came sulking one day at lunch, begging you to lend her a copy of Renjun’s notes. 

“I told you already, I did ask Jeno if he had them but he told me that Renjun ever only gives them to you,” she whined. 

“That sounds a little far fetched now don’t you think?” You pause for a second contemplating the possibility of Renjun actually having feelings for you. It was absurd. 

“Well, notes aside, don’t you notice how he always likes to hang around you?” 

"That's just cause we have the same advanced electives," you counter.

"Okay how about, that time when he stayed behind while you sorted out responsibilities as homeroom representative? That' definitely counts for something since he belongs to a different homeroom class plus it was a Friday."

You take a thoughtful bite out of your sandwich.

am I really that dense?

The truth was you always thought he was handsome. You’ve just always been drawn to the more athletic type that your friends all fantasized about. 

A quick mental run down of your list makes you smile to yourself. He was top of his class (intelligent), could tolerate his chaotic circle of friends (patient), always willing to tutor struggling classmates (kind), and was very generous except with his reviewers. 

Did he still need to be five foot ten to be a guy you liked? 

After the bell rings Renjun returns to his classroom to find the reviewer he’d given you last week on his desk. You left a little post-it on the front with a message that read, 

thanks for the special subscription thinking of going premium…not just for the notes though :)  we can discuss terms over coffee this afternoon

Renjun bites his lip to hide his stupid grin. It’s no use when his friends have been peeking from behind, yelling and shoving each other over their friend’s newfound love life. He covers his face in embarrassment, more than anything else because Yangyang and Chenle are obnoxiously shrieking and making a scene. 

Whatever the case, he sits in class distracted for the first time. He thinks the entire English lesson probably went over his head, but it was a small matter. You asked him out. Given, it was likely to turn into a study date. Then again, studying is always better when it’s with you. 

#nct dream x reader #nct dream imagines #nct dream scenarios #nct dream fluff #renjun x reader #huang renjun x reader #renjun imagine #renjun scenario #renjun fluff #nct x reader #nct imagine #nct scenario #nct fluff #happy renjun day

[tsarisfanfiction]

Fall of the Sky, the Starting Verse

Fandom: Trials of Apollo Rating: Teen Genre: Angst/Supernatural Characters: Jerry, Apollo, Zeus After Hal, Apollo tried to stop his children inheriting his prophecy domain. Unfortunately, sometimes the Fates have other ideas. TOApril day 20 - Chaos Soup. I couldn't not go revolution!fic with this, so enjoy a symbolic variant of the much awaited Olympic Revolution, as witnessed by a poor demigod.

In Jerry’s experience, there was three different types of dreams.

The first one was the regular ones, the daft ones where he was climbing up the side of Big Ben except Big Ben was actually a giant marshmallow, or running through Hyde Park when Hyde Park suddenly turned into Lords and he was streaking through an active cricket match, burning with embarrassment and horror because he’d probably just ruined his chances of ever playing for England – at least until he woke up and the dreams faded from memory.

Everyone got those dreams, that was normal.  Sometimes they were scary instead, but nightmares were still normal, Mum had promised him over and over again when he was a kid.

The second one was the demigod dreams, where warnings were wrapped up in just enough symbolism to make them seem vague but were actually clear as a bell for any demigod who had had more than one of the things.  It was an open secret in cabin seven that those were sent by their dad (less an open secret in the rest of camp; Jerry didn’t even know if the other campers got those sorts of dreams much, or if it was Apollo giving them special attention.  He didn’t much care, either).  Those were the ones they talked about in the cabin, trying to pick apart what their dad wanted them to notice and making plans to avoid whatever dire consequences seemed to be barrelling their way.  Jerry also included their dad’s casual dream visits in that category, even if they were usually less warning based and more chill.

Then there was the third type of dreams.

For years, Jerry had thought they were the same as the demigod dreams, the ones they all got, with varying frequency.  The ones that Apollo sent to keep them safe.  They were just… vaguer, more nonsensical and far harder to puzzle out.

He’d asked Apollo about them, after his dad’s re-ascension to godhood, when they were actually father and son and for the first time, Jerry knew he was talking to his dad when the blond guy showed up in his dreams with a warm smile and music in his hands.  Why some of them were so abstract, and how he was supposed to translate them.

Jerry was never going to forget the look on his dad’s face, the heartbreak in his eyes, as he’d told him they weren’t from him.  That, somehow, and despite his dad’s apparent efforts to the contrary, he’d managed to inherit a fraction of Apollo’s prophecy domain.

(He had asked why Apollo tried to hold it back from them.  The short story about a big brother he’d never meet with prophecy in his veins and a curse on his voice thoroughly convinced him.  It also terrified him, and he knew Apollo hadn’t told him everything about Hal.  He didn’t want to know any more.)

To everyone else, he pretended that there were only two types of dream.  Just the normal ones and the demigod ones.  It was easy enough to do, because until that chat with Apollo he hadn’t known there were more than two.  The only change now was that whenever he had one of those Prophecy dreams, he was under orders to call his dad as soon as he could and tell him what he’d seen, which he was more than willing to do.

(He was also under orders to never, ever try and change what he’d seen.  Leave the decisions and potential aversions to Apollo.  If they were needed and possible, his dad would handle it, while Jerry stayed safe.  There were no complaints from Jerry about that arrangement, either.  Not after the horror story.)

This dream was unmistakably the third type of dream.

It had that ethereal vagueness that Apollo’s gifted dreams just didn’t, a feeling that there was something missing – or maybe something extra there.  Jerry didn’t have a physical manifestation, here.  He wasn’t there, despite being there, and the dichotomy of two impossibilities clashing together with him in the middle only happened in a Prophecy dream.

He was glad of his lack of physical manifestation, though, because nothing had one, not really.  There were no humans, no beasts, no monsters in his dream.  Instead there were what he’d come to think of as representations, stand-ins for things that his waking mind could never compute.

This time, the main attraction of the dream was a mass of sparking, vibrant electrical discharge that shot out mega bolts of lightning that would blind him in an instant, if he existed, swirling around inside a tempest of clouds of every conceivable colour.  Monochromatic whites, blacks and greys churned with greens and purples and the red of a warning dawn in an inconceivable amalgamation.  Every micron of it screamed fury, anger, distress as it lashed out again and again and again.  Worlds crumbled, crushed by the weight of falling skies.

Yet through it all, the light never faded.  The light just was, in a way that its absence was an impossibility that could not be overthrown and forced into the realms of possibility instead.  Lightning crashed through the light, but lightning was also light, and the light trumped the lightning at every turn, with an endless endurance as the lightning grew more and more chaotic – frantic, if that was a word that could be applied to a force of nature.

There were other things as well, horses made of seafoam and lathering at the mouth darting through the tempest as though it was little more than a light breeze, skeletons of unknown beasts with eyes of gemstones not yet discovered by humanity charging in the wake of the horses, leading the way for the horses, ignoring the horses entirely whilst working together with them so seamlessly they could have been of one mind.  More things still, but even in the dream to expand his comprehension further would be to break his mind.

Jerry comprehended what he needed to, what he could compartmentalise with the waking mind, and nothing else as the light flared, brighter and more vibrant than the most violent of lightning bolts and swallowing it up, devouring it until there was nothing left.

Then the sky finished falling, crashing through the worlds it had crushed and going down, down, down, further and further and further, away from the light and through the dark and beyond that again, into something Jerry would never, ever be able to describe.  It was nothing and everything all at once, beginnings and endings, immeasurable in its abyss.

If you stare into the abyss, the abyss will stare back.

He jerked awake with a gasp, lungs taking a moment longer than they ought to before remembering how to work and drag much needed oxygen inside.  Sleeping on the top bunk was cool, normally, but he could feel the vertigo clutching at him tightly, the world spinning around and threatening to drop him onto the ceiling from where he lay.  The concept of moving felt like Jerry’s mortal enemy, even when he came back into his body enough to realise that he was shaking like a leaf.

That was a new dream.  That was a Prophecydream, and the details beyond his comprehension were already long gone, but the core of it remained, and Jerry was terrified of what it was trying to say.

“Dad,” he rasped, feeling like he’d done nothing but gargle sand for a week.  The corners of his eyes were tight and a little bit hot, and something unpleasantly cool trickled down the side of his face and into his ears.  “Apollo.”

His dad needed to know about that one.

Except he didn’t come.

#trials of apollo #trials of apollo fanfiction #riordanverse #riordanverse fanfiction #toapril #toapril 2024 #tsari writes fanfiction #toa jerry #pjo apollo #pjo zeus #pjo poseidon #pjo hades

[domxmarvel]

Trial

Masterlist

Pairing: Soren x Female!Tidebound Elf!Reader

Slot:Princess/Prince!Reader + Castle + primal stone @hugesimp1234

“Your highness,the king of Katolis is here to speak to you” You had received word of the king's quest to unite all the kingdoms across Xadia and the five human kingdoms,so you weren't too surprised when he turned up at your palace. 

"Let him in"

"What about the people accompanying him?"

"Who?"

"Two other humans and a moon shadow elf"

"Let them in" 

You looked over them as they walked in,the so-called king looked younger than the rest. All of them looked focused on their mission,all except one. A taller blond that looked to be some sort of guard,although with how distracted he was looking around you weren’t sure how good of guard he was. You stood up as they knelt before you. 

“Your highness we’re in need of your help” You were confused as to why he said it like that,but you simply asked. 

“What do you need my help for?” He stood up

“We need your ocean primal stone” The primal stone your family had kept since the start of their reign,was only given away for one night on one very special occasion. You couldn’t just give it away for no good reason,you were only supposed to give it away to the person you choose to marry.  

“Why should I give it to you?” Before their king could answer, the blonde stood up saying. 

“We could trade you for something?”

“The primal stone isn’t something I can just give away or let you borrow” He had moved to stand next to the king,he seemed more excited.

“We have to complete another quest,let’s go guys” His energy seemed to be contagious somehow,everyone was willing to do whatever it took to get that stone. And somehow it affected you too,you wanted to go out and have another adventure which you hadn’t,since you took the throne. “So what do we have to do?” There was a trial that someone could do that would award them the stone but it was only ever completed three times,you weren’t sure if you should tell them about that. 

“There is a trial that will award you the stone but it has never been completed” You lied,hoping it would scare them off but it backfired immediately. 

“Then we’ll be the first,where do we go?” 

“Follow me”

As you led them through the castle the blonde walked faster to catch up with you.

“Say what’s this trial about?”

“A leviathan,you could call it a sea serpent and all you have to do it defeat it”

“So no one’s defeated it?”

“No” You lied again “You should back out now and keep that pretty face of yours intact” You swear you saw him blush. 

“You think I’m pretty?” You froze up not expecting that question,you turned to face him and he looked really good in the dim blue light of crystals that lined the dark hallway. 

“I do” 

“I’m Soren by the way”

“Great now I know what to put on your plaque when you get eaten” You half joking,half still trying to scare him. You reached the door and led them down the stairs until you reached a smaller door. Opening it to reveal the inside of a cave with a small pond which actually wasn’t small it just looked like that. “That’s as far as I can take you from here you’ll have to go on your own,one by one” That seemed to make them stop and look at each other. 

“I’ll go” The moon shadow elf Rayla ,who’s name you caught through their conversations. “I can fight and I’m really fast”

“What about the water” The brunette said and you quickly got his name as well when Rayla said. 

“Callum,I’ll be fine” Before they could make up their minds you noticed that Soren was gone,they noticed when you turned to see him running in.

“Soren!” They tried to run in but you quickly stopped them

“You can’t go in now,if you do the trial is deemed invalid” You held your hand up and one of the guards tossed you his spear,before you turned to look at Soren. 

He fought for a while before being knocked down,his sword out of his grasp and you were starting to panic. With a roar the serpent tried to attack him,forming the water into ice you rushed over to stand in front of him. Once you were sure it had given up you let the ice melt and it slowly sunk back into the water,quickly turning back to Soren. That’s when you realized what you had done,the trial was now invalid but you couldn't tell why you had done what you did. You didn’t know why you wanted to protect him,you helped him up but before he could say anything. You turned to your guards.

“Lead them to the guest rooms and get them some food” You turned back to them “The trial is invalid and I won’t let you fight the serpent again,I’ll let you stay for tonight but you need to be gone by tomorrow morning” You quickly walked off. 

You had no idea why you saved him,you barely knew him but something about his energy was so contagious and somehow he seemed happy no matter what. It was a full moon and you were laying on your back in the water,your legs had turned to form your tail. You heard a quiet ‘whoa’ which made you open your eyes and look in the direction of the sound,seeing Soren standing just outside of the small lake and looking at you. 

“What are you doing here?” He stepped into the water,moving closer to you.

“I know you were angry but I just wanted to say goodbye before I leave” He tried to walk back out but you grabbed his wrist.

“Stay” He immediately moved closer to you 

“Can I ask you a question? Why did you save me?”

“I don’t know,I just didn’t want you to get hurt” You brushed some of his hair back,keeping your hand on his cheek. In what seemed like seconds you had pulled him in and kissed him,his arms moving to wrap around you. “I want you to stay,don’t leave tomorrow” 

“So you’re not mad at me?”

“Not if you choose to stay” you laughed quietly. “Why did you want the stone in the first place?”

“There’s a star touch elf that’s super dangerous and is about to escape. We need the stone to breath underwater”

“Was that elf named Aaravos?”

“How did you know?”

“I’m joining you,we need to stop him before he escapes. Get some sleep,I’ll tell the other’s in the morning because we need to get going and do it quickly”

#soren x reader #tdp soren #soren #the dragon prince fanfic #the dragon prince #the dragon prince x reader #tdp x reader #tdp

[moregraceful]

show me the elusive wille and thom please

other anon: Ooh, I’d like to know about the Thom/Wille knitting fic, please!

BASICALLY i was shooting the shit with @tofumilanesa going "yes and-" as is our wont, and somehow landed on thomas bordeleau is too fidgety -> thomas bordeleau needs a hobby -> thomas bordeleau should do art -> thomas bordeleau should do fiber arts -> thomas bordeleau should knit. and critically: he should fucking suck so bad at it. he should be the worst knitter on the planet. he should make the worst bucket hats ever made. he should make terrible sweaters with so many holes. he should be the worst knitter who has ever picked up needles and yarn and he should just keep on going like the little engine that could.

anyway the whole thing is just joke after joke about the cuda and i WAS going to try to finish it for @sharkuda-strong but there are a couple of time skips into the future and i have never created my dream comedy sharks line up before, so i lost steam, but i think i'm going to try to pick it up after the draft lol. i open it like once a week and go, ugh is it funnier if matt nieto ends up back on the team in five years in denver or is it funnier if kevin labanc becomes grandpa shark in seven years

excerpt under the cut:

It was a quiet Monday afternoon, with him and William, and Robbie too. William had that look on his face that he needed a break from the rest of the team after practice today and Robbie told Thom he was overstimulated from Bye week with his family and two weeks of back-to-backs. Thom invited them over to just hang out, just the three of them.

William was playing Luigi’s Mansion on Robbie’s Switch while Robbie built a Lego set that Aaron Dell had given him. No one had said anything for the past 45 minutes, which was very unlike all three of them, but the season was starting to drag and everyone was getting exhausted from the playoff push. The only sound had been the clicking of Thom’s knitting needles and Robbie singing “Boss Bitch” to himself at Thom’s kitchen table as he pieced together a bouquet of wildflowers out of Legos.

Thom held his sweater up to look at it. It was incredibly ugly, blue and white in a sort of winter pattern, except Thom dropped so many stitches that there were weird bumps and holes all over it. The arms were lopsided and the collar was lumpy. Thom was proud of himself anyway. Maybe he should take it into show his friends at the yarn store. He had gone in a lot in the past two months when he got stuck.

William sighed and tossed the Switch to the side. He pressed himself against Thom without looking at him, his sign that he needed attention.

Thom hesitated, because the sweater was so ugly. It would be a really shitty present. Like, hey, you just lost your best friend to Detroit and our team is garbage and neither of us have been called up yet, but chin up, I just made a really fucked up sweater and I’m giving it to you out of pity. 

He hadn’t intended to give it to anyone. He’d mostly been making it to prove to himself and Aaron Dell that he could. It was only special in that way where it was the first one he made. Thom already had a running list on his Notes app of what he would have to do better next time.

William tucked his head against Thom’s shoulder without saying anything. He never did that.

Thom handed the sweater to William. “Here,” he said. “For you.”

William sat up. “You’re giving me your sweater?” he said.

“Yeah,” said Thom. He was so embarrassed now that William was holding it, rubbing his hand across the uneven stitches. “I mean, you don’t have to wear it or anything. You can give it back. It sucks. It’s bad. Sorry. Give it back. No, what are you doing—”

William was pulling off his sweatshirt. He threw his sweatshirt in the direction of Robbie, who didn’t notice, and shrugged into the sweater Thom made. It didn’t fit at all. Thom wasn’t even sure it could be comfortable, it fit so badly. One of the sleeves barely passed his wrist and the other came down over his palm.

William looked happier than he had in a month. He pulled the long sleeve over his hand and punched Thom in the thigh. “Thanks, bro,” he said. He had a big grin.

He picked up the Switch again and settled into the couch away from Thom.

Thom rolled his shoulders out. Well, whatever made William happy, he thought.

#cage replies #anon #unfortunate birdcage fanfictions

[randoauthor]

Not What I Expected (B.B)

Request: I wanted to have a Bradley Bradshaw x reader where the reader is super innocent and works at the hard deck and she firstly meets Phoenix and absolutely follows her everywhere because she’s super shy. And she develops a crush on Bradley and then as her and Bradley began to date he asks her if she’s ready to move to the next step and oddly enough the reader says she always fantasize about having a threesome and she trusts Phoenix and rooster enough with this and asks them and they both agree and from there on this only makes them closer and the reader and him start dating and it’s all fluff and cute

Requested by: a-bolanos

Pairings: Bradshaw x Fem!Reader, Trace x Fem!Reader, Trace x Bradshaw

Warnings: so many, like more than I can count 18+ minors DNI, pnv, threesome, oral!Fem receiving, Oral!male receiving, probably more but I that's all I can think of

Word Count: 1.2K

Author's Note: This is probably the nastiest thing I've ever written, I hope yall like it.

Summary: You and Bradley give one of your fantasies a try, and Nat is more than willing to help.

MasterList!

Months ago you would have laughed at yourself for even saying it out loud.

Months ago Bradley wasn't your boyfriend, and with the way he is looking at you, he might be your boyfriend for only a little longer.

He stared blankly back at you, his mouth open slightly in a small shock.

"Princess," He said slowly, "when I said let's talk about our deepest desires I was expecting like choking or hair pulling to come out of your mouth, not a threesome."

You feel your cheeks heat up ever so slightly as you look at him helplessly.

"You’re into those things too!?!" He seems more shocked at that than he does with the other confession. "Who did you even have in mind for this?" He gives you a playful glance as you bite your lip.

"Nat," you say softly.

She was your best friend. When you first started working at the Hardeck she let you follow her everywhere, when you first had a crush on Bradley, Nat knew most likely before you did.

They used to call you her shadow because everywhere she went you went with her. The two of you were attached at the hip, so when Bradley started to take notice of you as well you'd best believe Nat realized before you did.

"If you like her just tell her," Nat said one day while the two of them ran a drill.

"I would Nat, except for the fact that if I date her I'm by proxy dating you too." He shot back, a slight twinkle in his eyes.

The two pilots had hooked up once before way back at the beginning of their first round at Top Gun. It was a night heated with passion but a night they vowed would only happen once.

"It's just a fantasy my love, nothing special." You say very nonchalantly, as your boyfriend’s eyes grow wide.

But before he could say anything the one and only Natasha Trace walked up to the two of you, three bottles of beer in hand.

"Hey!" She said excitedly as she pulled a chair up to join you, setting the beers down on the table, "what are we talking about?" Looking between the two of us I allow the words to leave my mouth before I can stop myself.

"Doyouwannabeinathreesomewithmeandbradley?" The words spill out, Bradley's eyes grow wide, his mouth hung agape, Natasha grows a soft pink tint on her cheeks and looks between the two of us.

"Only if Rooster is okay with it." She says softly, causing you and your boyfriend to stop any motion the two of you were doing.

"Car. Now. Both of you." Your boyfriend says standing up in a flurry and heading to the bar to pay his tab as you and Nat quickly gather your things.

Not even five feet into the door of your house you find your lips on Bradley's neck. His hand tangles with your hair in a fury as he tries to find natasha who is standing there watching with a smile.

You slowly kiss further and further down your boyfriend's body as you land on his crotch, his cock already pitching a tent below his shorts and you let out a smile before undoing his zipper, letting a soft gasp out when you learn he wasn't wearing anything underneath them. His cock springs free and you take it in your hand, Natasha standing off to the side watches in amazement as you take him with such grace, allowing him to hit the back of your throat with a small gag.

"Such a good girl, taking my cock like that." Bradley coos rubbing your cheek with his thumb. Slowly the more you move the more the tears fall and the more Natasha's heart races.

"Cmere Phoe," Bradley coaxed, and Natasha slowly moved closer to the two of you before kissing Bradley's neck, the sight of the two of them above you made the already prominent wet spot grow even more apparent in your panties. Nat switched off with you eventually and Bradley couldn't get over how good the two of you looked between his legs.

Slowly but surely the three of you made your way up to the bedroom, Bradley picking you up and throwing you on the bed.

"Nat, I think our sweet girl needs our undivided attention," Bradley said softly, and Nat nodded in agreeance before the two of them hovered over different parts of you.

You don't remember your clothes coming off, and when the other two discarded their clothing, but as soon as you felt Nat lick a slit up your soaking cunt you were brought back into reality.

"Oh," you moan softly allowing your back to arch off the mattress and Rooster began working on your tits, squeezing and sucking them making sure to take his time.

Slowly, Natasha added a finger and then two and you could feel yourself running closer to your climax.

"Don't hog her Nat," Bradley whined, "I want a taste too."

Natasha nodded before the two of them switched positions, Natasha coming to your head.

"I want to taste you," You manage to whimper out to Natasha causing her to smile before lowing herself down onto your face, letting your tongue get work. Rooster had never seen anything more beautiful than the love of his life going down on one of his best friends. He began stroking his cock at the sight of the two of you, wanting nothing more but to be inside you right now.

"Baby," you say breathlessly as Nat raises herself from you for a moment, "fuck me."

That's what makes Bradley Bradshaw come completely undone for you, finding Nat's face the two of them make out for a moment before lining himself up with your entrance, pushing himself in you let out a gasp causing Natasha to shutter.

You were thankful for the rules the three of you laid out on the car ride home, all finding your comfort zones.

Bradley slowly began to thrust in and out while you continued to eat Natasha like she was your last meal. You could feel her getting close, you knew she was close based on her mannerisms, her grip began to tighten, her chest rose and fell with a quickened pace, and her eyes fluttered shut. The strangled moans she managed to get out told you and your boyfriend how close she actually was.

Bradley held out an arm allowing her something to balance herself on at her climax ripped through her, yours coming close to following. She shook before collapsing on the bed next to you but you could only pay her a second of mind as Bradley quickened his pace wrapping his hand in a soft grip around your neck.

Your orgasm rocked you. You let out a cry before cumming harder than you ever had before, the stars began to speckle your eyes as Bradley gave a few final thrusts before emptying himself into you, collapsing on top of you.

A moment later the three of you began to clean up, promising this would never leave the three of you.

A while after that Natasha had called her uber and gone home, saying she'd meet you two at work tomorrow and then if you guys wanted to do that again you knew where to find her.

You were showing when Bradley stepped in with you. His arms wrapped around your waist as he rested his head on your shoulder.

"You looked so hot tonight," He said with a tired mumble.

"You should’ve seen yourself." You shot back.

And the two of you stayed like that for a little while longer letting the hot water run off your bodies.

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[celestialking]

Joking about being able to take two ducks at once but foolish and punz take it seriously-

Punz thrusting into you while jerking you off and foolish fucking your mouth

-👻

2 ducks...... anywaysss I'll stop teasing you about that. Also- I know the himbro household (Punz's name for it not mine) will probably never happen T^T but I can dream

Blurb time!! ♡

◇ NSFW~ 18+ only ◇ Minors/Ageless blogs DNI◇ You will be blocked ◇

Warnings: amab, mentions of double pen,

The fans joked about it, all three of you joked about it, but now it wasn't a joke anymore. The himbro household was a reality. You, Punz, and Foolish all chipped in to get a house together.

There were obviously boundaries to be met and followed, which was just respect each other's space and personal bubbles. Except tiktok time. A time when all three of you piled on the couch in a mass of laying on each other and watched tiktok for 7 hours straight. Whoever was in the middle was legally obligated to be the person showing tiktok for that day.

Today, you were in the middle. "No don't skip this," Punz said flicking your finger away from the screen.

"Punz it's like the third one of these videos,"

"I don't care,"

He seemed to like the videos where they show off a bunch of household items ranging from kitchen equipment to laundry things. You waited for the video to be over before going to the next one.

Apparently you read the tags quicker than either of them and skipped the video before they could question it. Foolish quickly poked on your phone. "Wait what was that?"

That would be a video you skipped over that was talking about several special things. They both blinked at you. Then the tags that said some more incriminating things and then back to you.

"What kind of side of tiktok are you on?" Punz questioned as Foolish squeaked. You scoffed.

"Okay at least it's not unrealistic, I could totally take two dicks at a time," you laughed before scrolling down.

Punz put a hand over your phone pushing it down. "Is that so?"

"W-well I mean yeah- maybe," you looked between them. They were giving each other identical looks.

"If you're willing, I think we should find out,"

Foolish then added "Unless your scared," his eyebrows wiggled challengingly.

A challenge was it? You'd prove them wrong, and get thoroughly fucked in the process. It's a win-win scenario.

"You're making a mess baby," Foolish teased softly.

The combined feeling of Punz pounding into you and his hand casually stroking your dick had you barely able to focus on Foolish.

You whined continuing to give him a messy blow job before he decided to take over.

His cock thrusted deeper into your throat, precum messily spreading on the back of your tongue.

"I don't know, looks like you're kinda struggling with 2 baby, should've just let me fuck you and Foolish just watch," Punz grinned knowing you wouldn't be able to answer.

You moaned around Foolish's cock in response. "Whats that sweetheart? Can't hear you with my dick down your throat," Foolish grinned.

"I hope this was the kind of taking 2 you meant, cause if you meant the other way, I don't think this pretty hole of yours could take both,"

Another challenge you say?

#celestial:whispers #👻●anon #celestial:pnz #celestial:scribbles #celestial:fooshg

[saltymongoose]

What kinda Stuff do you think the boys would do on the player's birthday? (My birthday is July 2nd which is literally tomorrow) What gifts would they give? Would they throw a party? - Boxy Anon

Ooh, Happy Birthday, Boxy Anon! :D 🎉💝🎉✨ I would answer this as a typical ask, but this is a special occasion, so have some hcs instead! <3

They Celebrate the Player's Birthday ft. Hank, Deimos, Sanford, & 2BDamned (+ Tricky & Jebus)

(TW: Yandere, Obsessive Behavior)

- [HANK J. WIMBLETON] -

Hank can't remember ever gifting someone anything before or at least putting real effort into it. He's more the type of person to refuse to get involved in stuff like that; celebrating the birthdays of comrades is frivolous and a waste of time in his eyes. They're probably gonna be dead soon anyway, so why would he bother?

However, this is special. It's the birthday of his Player; the one person he adores above all others. And the only person he really cares the slightest bit about. What kind of vessel, no partner, would he be if he didn't put in any effort?

Hank doesn't quite know what to do for birthdays except for gifts. (People still do that, right?) However, he'll go above and beyond to help Doc make something of a party for you. He's extremely tall, which makes him useful with hanging things up, mainly the streamers that 2B somehow got a hold of and a banner that Deimos and Sanford had worked on.

He's even willing to go out and give "invitations" to other grunts you like if Doc says it'd be a good idea. Even if he knows he'll regret it later; the three other members of their little group were already too much, in his opinion. But he can tolerate their presence, as long as you're happy.

He'll also fight past anyone to be the first to wish you a Happy Birthday in the morning since he finds a strange satisfaction in beating them to it. If he happens to slide into bed next to you and cuddle you for half an hour or so, since you're still so drowsy and don't want to get up, that's just another benefit. (At least until Doc comes to pull him out because they have a party to plan, Hank, for god's sake, stick to the schedule for once-)

Hank isn't really the crafty type. Instead, he prides himself on finding you things that you'll use all the time. He knows that he'd prefer something more utilitarian when it comes to gifts anyway, and he knows the most about tools and guns, so hopefully you'll like what he comes up with.

He gets you a small gun, well, small to him anyway. It's perfect for you, and kitted out with all the attachments he could get his hands on when out in the field. (What, did you think he'd go to Deimos to have him make you some? Not a chance, this was his gift for you.)

In addition to this, he also gives you one of his switchblades. The very same he'd been carrying when you first controlled him, back when they had first attacked the Nexus Core. It's a little sentimental for someone like him, but you bring out that side quite often, so he doesn't care.

It's worth it when you tear open the wrapping paper to it, already haphazard-looking since Hank's not the best when it comes to putting gifts together. (He tries though. For you.) You open the box to find them and give him a soft smile, and his heart stutters. Ordinarily you'd be taken aback, but with how clean everything is and the way you recognize the switchblade, you know just how much consideration he put into the gifts. "You're going to have to teach me how to use these, you know." He nods quickly, already excited to spend time with you.

(And perhaps puffing up a bit in pride when the others glare, realizing that he's somehow managed to drag you into the long process of self-defense training with him. Then again, there's no better person to teach you combat than the most wanted man in Nevada, right?)

- [DEIMOS] -

Deimos is extremely excited for your birthday; he's probably more anticipated for the date than you are, to be honest. The moment he found out what day it was, he got to work on planning stuff for it.

In fact, Doc didn't even need to work on special lighting or any sound systems to play music at your party, since Deimos had already planned it like a month in advance. He'd already made the systems for it as well and probably threw in some lasers to make a light show for you. What? He wants to go all out for you, it's what you deserve.

(And also really wants to show up everyone else who's at the party. They may have brought a gift, but did they fix up the entire building so it's presentable and give you precisely the atmosphere to have the best party imaginable? No.)

He begrudgingly allows Tricky to use his equipment to act as a DJ for you. He doesn't want to fight him in front of you at your party (and potentially lose, that would be mortifying). And if seeing the clown choose music for you is something you'd like, who is he to argue?

His gift for you is a small robot. Well, a homemade kit for one anyway. He recalled you asking about his work when he was soldering some electronics together, and he figured if he got everything to make something, he could spend more time with the person he loves above all else and indulge in your curiosity in the process.

It's a convenient excuse to spend some hours with his favorite person, cuddling up with you as he instructs your movements and you put it together. You make it that day, and he grins into your neck proudly whenever you do something successfully and show him.

(Did he purposefully make it complex just to spend more time with you as you put it together? Yes. Not that he'll tell you this outright. Besides, it's not hurting anyone if he manipulates the situation a little bit like this. From the way you relax and lean back into him, you must like being perched in his lap like this, so what's the issue?)

It's about the size of a puppy, with almost a flashlight for a head and a ton of helpful attachments and orders programmed into it. You need it to hold something for you? Sure. Go fetch you your drink from across the room? It can do that too, and swivel to make sure none of it spills.

It also functions as a comm to, since it's linked to their main radio frequencies in case you need to message them when you go out. (And a little tracking feature in case they ever lose you. It doesn't hurt to know where you are at all times, in case you ever leave their sight for too long.)

Overall a very useful tool, but when you tell him that the real value of the gift was the time spent with him, he can't help the scarlet blush that covers his face, and the giddy grin he hides as he hugs you and nuzzles into your cheek.

- [SANFORD] -

With your party, Sanford works with Deimos to make you a banner for your party, since Sanford has some sewing experience and is pretty good at finishing up the fancy lettering Dei puts together. However, his main contribution is the food.

Sanford's cooking is heavenly, at least according to you, so he's willing to use his skills to make their party for you that much better. It doesn't matter what the others want or what their preferences are, he's making your favorite everything. Even before the party, he's decided to surprise you with your favorite breakfast in bed, and he does the same with your lunch and any snacks you want.

He's actually spent countless hours practicing the dishes to get them perfect, so he's incredibly happy when you dig in and give him compliments on it (especially without anything going wrong). Perhaps if he proved that he was the best at cooking, it'd make him have an edge over the others in this little competition for your praise.

(Funnily enough, Hank was considering sabotaging the food until Doc and Sanford made it clear how important it was for the event, to which he decided to stop anyone else from entering the kitchen to tamper. It's weird, how fast he changes his tune whenever something matters to you.)

Sanford was actually plagued by indecision when it came to what gift he should give you. It had to be really special, something that would show how important you are to him and just how much he cares about you. Which is difficult, because there's very little that can actually hold a candle to how much Sanford loves you.

In fact, he's half-tempted to contact his mom to see if she has any advice. What do you give a prospective lover, anyway? He has had short-lived experiences with previous "partners", but none that he cared about as much as you, so he's panicking a fair bit.

He's actually the first to ask you what you'd actually like for your birthday, but if you don't have an answer (because he asked you six months before it happened), that's fine too. If you do give him a concrete answer, he'll try to find whatever it is you want, even if it takes him entire weeks' worth of searching in the city. Hell, he'll even go to Nevada Central if you want something from there. Any amount of effort is worth it, for you.

But if you don't tell him what you want, he'll try to find something that'll have some materialistic and sentimental value. At least that way you can pawn it if you don't like it, right? (He's preparing for the worst, but he knows he'd be devastated regardless if you didn't like it. He's lucky you do, a lot.)

He finally decides on getting an intricate, custom-made ring for you. It's practical enough, not disruptive to the point it gets in the way, nor thick enough to cause a break in your finger if you punch someone. He's very particular about the design, and he had to use quite a lot of the money he'd saved from previous jobs for it, but it was worth it.

He brings it along with whatever flowers he can scrounge up in Nevada as well, and he's totally willing to go out of the city just to find flowers for you (and attempt to keep them alive and hidden before your birthday), if he can't find any where you are. (That's romantic, right?) Visiting a florist that takes an entire two-day trip to get to just for a single event that's important to you? More likely than you'd think.

You grin at the bashful expression he has when he presents them to you, though your look turns a bit teasing when he pulls out the ring box (one that looks like it's from a rather expensive place, at least in your mind). "You planning to propose to me, hon?" You ask. He stammers and turns bright red, and you laugh and hug him a little closer to you as you open the box. (Though in the back of his mind, he makes a note to keep that business card from the Jeweler. Might be useful one day.)

- [2BDAMNED] -

Setting up parties is extremely difficult in Nevada, but 2BDamned has it handled. He's created entire paramilitary organizations branches, so organizing a birthday party of all things should be easy. At least, it would've been if he wasn't such a perfectionist with it.

Doc usually just lets things handle themselves, but when it comes to matters concerning you, he can't help but micromanage some (all) of the things that have to be done. Deimos thought this would happen, so he just decided not to tell 2BDamned about his plans till they were done (much to the man's annoyance).

Sanford was less lucky, though he eventually stops the interruptions to his cooking and the banner-making by helpfully reminding Doc that he has no idea what Sanford is really doing. (Perks of being the only one skilled in the culinary arts. And 2BDamned isn't much of an artist either. Then again, neither is he, but he has Dei's help, okay?)

You can't fault Doc for it though, you deserve only the best from them, and he'd rather die than let anything ruin this day for you. He instructs the boys to eliminate any threats within a two-mile radius to prevent any attacks or interruptions, he has a strict guest list, he keeps an eye on all radio chatter for enemy movements, and he instructs SQ agents to be in Nexus City to warn him of anything happening.

Is it a bit too paranoid? Perhaps, and he'll admit that. But why would he risk something messing up the party that he painstakingly put together for you? And even worse, risk disappointing someone he loves? No, that was unacceptable.

He spends most of his time at the party watching over everyone and making sure you're not being overwhelmed by all the grunts who clearly want your attention. In addition to this, he also keeps an eye on them to prevent any squabbles or fights from breaking out, and keeps a hand on his comm in case any of his agents report anything. He's on edge the entire time, but he'll assure you that he's fine regardless.

It's only after the party's over that he'll pull you into his office to give you his gift. It's two things; a necklace with an anatomical heart and a shoebox filled with papers. The papers are reports, notes, photos, and a diary, all concerning what you realize to be your last Arena Character. Doc knows of the deep connection you had with them since they wrote extensively about you in their journal. To be honest, 2BDamned thought it was just a side effect of enmeshment, but now he knows better. The Arena Character was carved into who they were by your careful instruction and insight, so it is only right that their stuff belongs to you, now that they're gone. It's sweet, even if it makes you tear up a little bit. (But he'll be there to comfort you if you need him, no matter what.)

The heart is different from a human's, but only very slightly. You assume it's a grunt's and you are correct. "You already have mine," 2BDamned says offhandedly when he reaches around to help you put it on, and you stiffen with a blush. "But, I figured it'd do well to give you a more physical representation of that as well. If you'll have it." And me, he wants to say. But judging from the warm look in your eye, and how you reach up to give him a kiss on his unmasked cheek, you have at least some idea of what he's saying. Or at least, that's what he assumes.

//- {BONUS} [TRICKY & JEBUS] -//

Tricky is hyped for your birthday, to put it lightly. Like Deimos, he plans out extravagant gifts and song mixes for you, even if he can't make all of the former due to a lack of materials. His entire "room" of the abandoned place he's decided to stay in is covered wall to wall in plans about it (and enamored rantings about you, some even spray-painted over the walls).

Honestly, he would've just invited himself to the party if you hadn't sent for him, but now he doesn't have to try figuring out where you are, so that's a plus. (He's totally willing to fight and possibly kill Hank if he got in the way, but it seems he won't have to do that. At least not this time.)

His main gift for you is a spray-painted portrait of you! It's very stylized, and you're holding up dual peace signs and winking. To get all the detail in, he made it pretty big, so you're gonna have to hang it up somewhere there's a lot of open space. But it's honestly very nice looking, and you can't say you expected art of all things.

In addition to this, he also gets you a mixtape of the songs that remind him of you, though most of it is EDM, so getting a lyrical connection is going to be difficult for most of it. This is also the same tape he insists on going through at your party. (And yes, he will threaten to hit Deimos with his sign if he tries to pry him away from the DJ booth.)

Jebus is one of the few who've actually celebrated birthdays before, mainly Hoffnar's. However, instead of this being a casual thing, he actually puts a lot of effort into his gift and the way he presents himself for this. It's your birthday, so he should make himself look as well put together as possible. He wouldn't want you to think he's not putting effort into your day.

He makes a visit to Nevada Central to get his clothes dry cleaned, he shines his armor (because he'd prefer not to get killed on the way to your current place of residence), and he pulls his hair up. He cleans up really well, to be honest, but a part of him is still really desperate for your outward approval, so make sure to compliment him. (You also get to see his face light up with a blush when you do so, so why not?)

Jebus' gift for you is a card, which seems kind of lackluster until you take into account the fact that it's more like a love letter. Inside the envelope are pages filled with poetic musings of affection towards you and how much he values and adores you. It is extremely heart-felt, and you might have to read the final three quarters in private because it makes you emotional (and you know the boys will get hostile if they see you cry).

He's also the one who tries to reign in Tricky and stop him from fighting Hank over who sits next to you (amongst other things). Though if they're too unruly, he'll just take the place at your side instead, purring lightly as you lean your head on his shoulder. It may have been your Birthday, but having you so close and pressed up to his body, with your characteristic warmth seeping into him, is a gift in itself.

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[jaqobis]

cut for possible spoilers through the end of the series and for length. as i said the last time i made a mulling post like this: if you really enjoyed sanderson’s takes in the last three books, more power to you, but this post isn’t for you.

the thing is, and one of the reasons why sanderson books rand sounds so jarringly different to me, that rand has always been focused on the small scale kind of doing good. 

yes, he’s destined to save (or doom) the world. but even as he gains influence, he never forgets where he came from and that shapes his sensibilities. he wants to help normal people. he founds schools and uncritically throws money at them so people can experiment with their oddball projects. he refuses to favor work that’s more likely to succeed than others, what’s wrong with letting people try? he especially likes the inventions that have immediate practical relevance to common peoples’ lives. he changes laws everywhere he goes to hold the rich nobility accountable for their actions and protect the poor. he reforms tax laws to take undue burden off the poor. he donates surplus grain to the hungry instead of letting the rich try to greedily make themselves richer with it. he cleanses saidin so other boys born with the spark aren’t doomed to madness and death the way he is, so it isn’t such a negative influence on the world. as late as knife of dreams, where he’s apparently right on the cusp of becoming darth rand, he gives gold to random poor kids on the street and learns their names and terrorizes shitty nobles into making sure those kids are looked after. it’s less blatant than in mat’s or perrin’s povs, but he has no particular love for nobility as a social class, either; whenever he thinks about or talks to nobles, besides the very few who prove themselves genuinely worthwhile to him, there’s a distinct undercurrent of distaste. the entire reason he starts going down the road of tyrannical behavior is the rich and influential of tear resisting his genuinely good reforms because they might suddenly be held accountable for their behavior. he gets so angry at that one guy that he physically throws the man out of his rooms and guts his treasury because that guy keeps trying to position himself to take advantage of, likely including sexually, berelain. he is constantly worrying about loial not overexerting himself and risking the longing, even at detriment to his own plans and needs.

the sanderson assertion that rand pivots into not caring about the people around him, other people at all, is incredibly left field after all of this! the sanderson assertion that rand stalks around feeling unappreciated for doing ~ amazing things ~ like cleansing saidin and boasting internally or externally about his accomplishments is incredibly left field after loial, as recently as knife of dreams, complains that rand makes all the cool stuff he’s done sound boring and only highlights the accomplishments of other people. you never mention heroics, except by somebody else. you make it all sound so everyday. rand inherently doesn’t seem himself as heroic or special and never has. (the arrogance he wrestles with in later books is a different problem.) he doesn’t need a meditation on dragonmount to remember how to care about other people; he never forgot. he’s struggled with the fear of death, but he’s been willing to die for others since the beginning and has risked that — even tried — multiple times. 

something i’ve said before is that i feel like he took what were coping mechanisms and trauma responses and made them into conscious choices rand can just, do or not do. rand doesn’t talk about far madding or the box forging him into something stronger because he specifically went into either experience looking for that, or even because he exited either experience actually feeling stronger. he needed to give his pain purpose. he needed to keep himself going when he was trapped for hours in a box or a cell with no hope of rescue. he confused dissociation and cold decision-making with strength. 

speaking of the box, while i’ve complained about min telling people about what rand went through there, let’s be honest: the entire reason the narrative had min do that was because rand doesn’t talk about the box. he specifically doesn’t want people to know about it. he can’t even bring himself to talk about it with the people he loves most, even the people who were there. rand never talks about the box, and then in book 12 he suddenly can’t stop talking about it or comparing situations to it. cadsuane or someone has a line about “that box he keeps talking about” and i laughed disbelievingly because from books 7-11 he didn’t, but now abruptly he is. he apparently cites the box for reasons he’s against personally experimenting with the a’dam, as if he hasn’t deliberately put himself in triggering situations multiple times (sneaking into a camp as a prisoner with his hands tied and face covered, being in dark rooms in general and not putting on lights for his own comfort) and/or found himself in triggering situations and either tried to power through (the crowded room when he travels into the stone in knife of dreams) or left without ever explaining the problem (the small room on the sea folk ship while trying to strike the Bargain).

i’ve always felt like rand was a subversion of the power fantasy in a lot of ways, whereas sanderson’s books play it straight. he’d get into scary situations and be vulnerable or unsure of what to do, or get in over his head, and always came out with realistic trauma to the experiences. he doesn’t actually kill sammael when he goes to take illian, instead semi-accidentally mercy killing liah. killing rahvin took help from nynaeve. he’s rarely personally successful in the battlefield; despite dramatically carrying a sword around for several chapters beforehand he doesn’t even see couladin on the battle for cairhien, and when he wields callandor against the seanchan he kills as many of his own men as theirs. he gets injured frequently, usually but not exclusively from his old wound tearing open. he usually gets slapped down by the narrative pretty quickly for his acts of hubris. and yet he goes into and out of fights in the last three books without a scratch, let alone any inconvenience from the old wound, single-handedly killing tons of trollocs and other Heroic acts. he’s basically Too Powerful for literal double digits of aes sedai to shield. 

being the dragon reborn is horror, and the last three books really seem to forget that. rand’s entire story is defined by his identity horror: he’s constantly grappling with the names and titles people put on him, on being the figure of change that the Pattern demands of him. he has no choice about bringing discord and chaos wherever he goes. his ta’veren effects, which were equally positive and horrifying from books 2-11, become categorizable as either objectively Good or Bad based on...his mental state? i know it gets explained away as him being a Counter to the dark one’s negative effects on the pattern, but it’s undeniably a one-line explanation for a huge change from the first eleven books. by the last book rand’s wondering why he never considered learning to Heal before and why he always did destructive things as if he or the narrative simply forgot, under the last author, that he could. when the narrative was clear that he couldn’t. the dragon reborn wasn’t spun out to Heal or fix things, he was very literally born to break things and enact change. it was, i always felt, incredibly deliberate that while rand was always powerful he was specifically strong in firepower. i cannot imagine that he was being written without any notion of trying to learn Healing, while surrounded by some of the strongest healers of the Age, by accident. 

i’ve talked about this before, but i can’t make a post about rand’s writing between the two authors without bringing up the handling of disability. rand’s struggle with his mental health is a huge part of the character. rand’s chronic wounds and chronic pain are a huge part of the character. i’ve personally found it incredibly impactful to read a fantasy protagonist doing fantasy protagonist things while the narrative kept a pulse on his pain levels such that the reader knows what they are at any given time. it would’ve been really impactful to see him work at and learn how to adjust his lifestyle to having one hand. it’s a goddamn shame that this part of the character was sidelined and forgotten and arguably demonized by the narrative at the very end.

rand has struggled with agency from day one. i’ve touched on this elsewhere in this post, but a huge prevailing theme is the tension between what he’s destined to be and who he is and wants to be. in the second book, verin’s telling him that he probably can’t die until the Pattern is finished with him, and we see this to be the case over and over. we see how he pushes back against being controlled or manipulated or even well-meaningly reined in. we see his recurring i will not be used in the early books. this is a huge source of his trauma and pathos. it’s therefore wildly jarring that his issues with agency are not only moved out of the spotlight in the sandersons, but retroactively explained away multiple times. rand does this! moiraine does this! one can’t help assuming we’re meant to believe they’re both right, speaking from the wisdom of hindsight, especially because the rand that says it wasn’t a desire for independence that drove me but a fear of irrelevance has just returned from dragonmount — the same man who shines so brightly as to reveal darkfriends and who has flowers blooming in his wake. he’s Good Now, so presumably he’s saying what the reader is meant to believe. 

some differences in character writing come down to style, of course, but the more i think about it, the more i attribute to take. and in the spirit of fairness: all of the above is, of course, my take. but the impression of the character i get in rj’s versus bs’s hands read for the most part like two very different people.

#mulling on why sanderson's rand left me cold in the last three books #wot book spoilers #sanderson critical #words #r

[sergeantgoggles]

Title: Magentic Ship: Huntech [Hunter/Tech] Rated: Explicit Summary: The beat of the music at 79s thrums like the beat of Hunter's heart, and the one banging the drum is none other than the man holding his heart in the first place. They're drawn to each other like magnets in the crowd. Warnings: NSFW, Nightclub, Grinding, Dry Humping, Public Sex, Bathroom Sex, Implied Crosshair/Mayday, Implied Bly/Keeli, Blowjobs, Handjobs, Cumming, Dirty Talk, Established Relationship, Top/Bottom Switch Dynamic, Alcohol, Drunk and Horny Word Count: 2400

For @eelfuneral

One shot. Two, three, four, fi…?

Hunter had lost count of how many tiny glasses of dune agave had slid smoothly down his throat, but it was enough to make his mind pleasantly fuzzy, and with nowhere to be tomorrow, he was going to take full advantage of the situation he found himself in. It wasn’t often that Clone Force 99 found themselves in a position to take some time off. They were special ops, used to save the skins of other battalions that were in over their heads. As luck would have it, however, they found themselves on Coruscant on a busy night where several squads have the whole night ahead of them. What better way to spend a night than forgetting about the war and getting lost in something else entirely?

He'd lost track of Wrecker and Crosshair some time ago, but he imagined they were chatting up some of the boys in sunshine gold from the 212th. Hunter himself found himself catching up with Captain Grey, but his eyes kept falling back to someone else across the bar. A lopsided grin turned his lips up as he watched his second-in-command. Tech wasn’t the type anyone would expect to be killer on the dancefloor, especially since most regs were too stiff to dance, but any way that he was able to express himself without words was easy for him, like coming into a second skin.

So, Hunter watched, and Hunter wanted. His eyes followed Tech’s hips as they hit every beat, swayed to the vibrating rhythm, rolled with the thick twi’lek accent from the bass heavy song that was booming through the speakers. It would normally bother Hunter and make his skin itch, but seven…eight…shots of dune agave was making it hard for him to feel anything but the desire to get his hands on those hips.

“Helloooo? Earth to Hunter!”

Fingers snapped in front of his face and Hunter was jolted back to the conversation. Grey smirked and laughed as he took a swig of whatever was cheap tonight.

“You’re down bad for him, vod,” Grey teased.

Hunter and Tech’s relationship wasn’t a new thing, but it wasn’t often that Hunter got to openly watch his partner let go. It was captivating.

“He makes a compelling argument,” Hunter joked in reference to the way Tech was moving to the music.

“Hard to say no when they look that good, right?” Grey followed his gaze and watched Tech as well, but Hunter nudged him with a friendly warning.

“You regs might be into sharing, but that one belongs to me.” Hunter took another shot, and now the world was blurry. He was going to have a hell of a time in the morning, but that was for Future Hunter to deal with. Present Hunter was about to go get his boy.

Grey laughed outright at that and saluted him. “Seems to me like you’re the one that belongs to him.”

The statement gave Hunter pause as he mulled it over, and yeah, he most certainly did belong to Tech. He would bend the galaxy in half if it was within his power to give Tech what he wanted, and there was nothing that he intended to change about that. Was it dangerous considering their line of work? Sure, but they all knew the risks of having a deep, intimate relationship during a seemingly endless war, and it was one they were willing to take. A sliver of something that belonged to them at the end of the day when there were times of dark hopelessness was exactly what they needed. Hunter and Tech were no exception.

“And that’s not something I’m gonna take for granted,” came Hunter’s reply finally. He slammed down his shot glass and threw a substantial number of credits on the bar next to it. “See you around, Captain.”

As Hunter clapped Grey on the shoulder he fixed his eyes on his prize – the man with the tantalizing hips and the sweet smile. He moved through the crowd like a man hypnotized, drawn in by the back and forth motion of Tech’s body as he danced to the rhythm like the beat of his own heart. One falsely confident step after another Hunter followed the trail of the scent Tech was giving off. There was a mix of his own aroma, electricity and something spicy, and a hint of something Hunter knew as arousal. 

Others seemed to part for him now, sensing that he had a specific destination. Music raced through his veins like the high of spice and his boots fell in time with the bass as he crossed the dancefloor. Tech’s gaze fell on him and a thrill raced up Hunter’s spine when he was beckoned closer still with the crook of his finger. 

Like a magnet they came together, Hunter’s hands latching onto Tech’s hips as Tech pressed his palms to Hunter’s chest. Hunter wouldn’t ever consider himself a dancer. It wasn’t something that spoke to him the way that it spoke to his partner, but he did consider himself fluent in Tech’s body. That was a language he knew by heart, so falling into place with him and into the synths and snares was as easy as falling into bed with him. 

Instantly, Hunter was glued to him, mesmerized by the way their legs slotted together and they slid together to each rise and fall of the beat. Already Hunter was thinking about what he was going to do with this man’s body. Take him back to the Marauder and get him naked? Take him in the pilot’s seat? Spring for a hotel for the night and make him scream his name all night long? Put him against the wall right in that back corner…?

Hunter moaned as he felt Tech thread his fingers through his hair and draw him into an easy, heated kiss. A different taste of alcohol hit his taste buds as their tongues clashed teasingly, something sweet and sticky, and he wondered briefly if Tech himself would taste so delectable. He filed that away for later. For now, however, Tech was grinding on his thigh and Hunter could feel the hard line of his erection desperate for attention. Groaning low in his throat, he pulled back from their kiss and rumbled against the shell of his ear. 

“How long have you been hard, baby?” He asked and slid his hands lower to dig his fingertips into the plush cheeks of Tech’s ass. 

For the first time that night Hunter noticed that perhaps the flush on Tech’s cheekbones was from arousal as opposed to the dancing. More than likely it was both, but from the way Tech arched, he concluded that his arousal had started taking the forefront a while ago. 

“Approximately forty-eight minutes and twenty-seven seconds,” Tech answered, “and I do not think I will make it back to the ship without some kind of relief.” 

Maybe it was the haze of alcohol buzzing through his veins, or maybe Hunter’s own horny brain took over. Whatever the answer, he had a solution. In hindsight, it wasn’t ideal, but it was going to take the edge off and hopefully get them back to the ship to properly fuck. He moved and took Tech’s hand in his own. “With me.” 

Tech followed without hesitation, giving his complete trust and faith in his sergeant. They passed Grey again, who gave them a knowing smirk, and Hunter caught Crosshair’s eyes from the other side of the bar. Silent communication passed between them as Crosshair nodded. He’d keep an eye on things while Hunter and Tech took care of business. He looked to be engrossed in conversation with Waxer while Wrecker, Boil, and Wooley were playing some drinking game that involved rings and hooks. 

As they cut through the crowd Hunter could feel Tech on his heels, could smell the need wafting from his skin, could still taste the sweet drink from their kiss on his tongue. Everything was driving him wild in the best ways. Unceremoniously, he pushed the door to the fresher open, coming face-to-face with a few vod who seemed to have a similar idea as him. They exchanged knowing smirks, and the one with yellow tattoos on his cheeks had his partner begging for more as Hunter at least had the decency to slide into a stall, tugging Tech in with him. 

“This is hardly sanitary,” Tech commented with a tipsy giggle when Hunter crowded back against the door and latched onto his neck, lips quick to make a mark into his salty skin. 

“Do you want sanitary, or do you want to cum?” Hunter questioned as he rucked Tech’s shirt up his chest, not taking it off, but enough for him to run his fingers over the taut abs that were now exposed. 

Tech moaned and dug his fingers back into Hunter’s hair with one hand. The other trailed pulled at Hunter’s belt, clumsily loosening it and fumbling with the button and zipper of tight jeans until finally reaching what he wanted. 

“Shit, Tech!” Hunter jerked and pressed his own erection into Tech’s grasp. Desperation pushed through the pleasant alcohol haze and he mimicked Tech’s motions, pulling him free to get both hands on him. His lips curled upwards as he chuckled into his neck. “You have been hard for a while. Surprised you haven’t leaked all over your pants yet with how damp your cock is for me.” 

Whatever retort had been on Tech’s tongue died with the moan that rang from his throat as Hunter pumped him steadily, smearing the gathered fluid over his shaft. He arched and gasped into every tiny movement, clearly oversensitive. Hunter understood. This was going to be quick, and that was fine with him. As long as it took off the edge they could make it wherever Tech wanted to go. He’d do anything, go anywhere, give him the galaxy…

“Gonna kriff you so hard when we get to the Marauder,” Hunter purred and sucked another mark into Tech’s neck. 

A soft, confident chuckle vibrated against his ear, and Hunter shivered as the hand Tech had in his hair pulled, tugging him from his neck before he gripped his chin. “You are so very sure that you are going to be the one in a position of dominance tonight.”

Hunter gasped, and Tech took the opportunity to press the pad of his thumb against his tongue. Instinctively, Hunter closed his lips around the digit and sucked. Saliva coated Tech’s thumb as Hunter treated it as he would his cock with lewd, messy slurping. 

“Perhaps,” Tech continued, “I will be the one in charge. I could bend you over the console, bounce you on my cock, or you could ride me in the pilot seat for anyone passing by to see.” 

The mental images that Tech was painting had Hunter purring around his thumb. Yes, he wanted that, all of it, whatever Tech wanted as long as they were together. 

“You would be so good for me, would you not?” Tech hummed. 

A loud, needy moan fell from Hunter’s lips then as Tech twisted his wrist and jerked his cock faster. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll be so good for you, Ace.” 

Another chuckle tacked onto a moan before Tech claimed Hunter’s kiss-swollen lips. “I know you will. You are always such a good boy for me.” 

“Teeeeccchhh!” Hunter whined and fucked into Tech’s tightened hand. “Kriff, I need you.” 

“Soon,” Tech promised into another kiss. “Cum with me, Hunter. I am close.” 

Hunter nodded and panted against Tech’s lips as he worked both of his hands up and down Tech’s length, feeling him draw and and go rigid the closer to the edge he got. On the other side of the door, Hunter could make out the sound of the other two clones they had barged in on coming undone for one another as presumably the one with yellow tattoos finishes inside of his vod, skin halting on skin. 

“H-Hunter…!” Tech cried out as cum splashed between them. His jaw dropped and his thighs quivered as he chased his orgasm. Within seconds, Hunter followed, Tech’s name dancing on his tongue the same way this man had managed to dance his way into his heart. They held fast to one another as their highs washed over them. The bass from the music on the other side of the wall pounded like the beating of their hearts, syncopated. 

After a few moments, they hear the other two vods clean up and leave, and Hunter shakily reaches for a towel to wipe the splatter from the clothes. There was no way they would be able to really hide what they had been up to, but that was fine with him. Let their clothes advertise what they were leaving to do after this. Hunter was happy to display that Tech was the one that got him so worked up to cum all over himself. 

“Alright?” Tech asked, combing his clean hand through Hunter’s hair. 

“I’m good,” Hunter chuckled, and he leaned heavily into Tech’s chest. They jumped when the fresher door opened again and another pair of drunk vod came in with again the same idea as them. Hunter was beginning to realize that his brilliant idea was just standard for the Regs. Go figure. 

“Shall we head back? We should probably clear the stall so others can…” As Tech trailed off the heard one of the other clones moan, and it was distinctly a voice they both recognized. Quietly, Hunter opened the stall door and peeked, and he immediately closed it again. 

“Is that Crosshair?” Tech questioned incredulously. Crosshair had been known to hookup with others from time to time, but almost never with a Reg. 

“Looks like Commander Mayday,” Hunter replied as he zipped himself back up and got Tech straightened up. “Let’s get going before we hear more than we intend to.” 

“Agreed.” Tech took Hunter’s hand in his own and led him this time, through the bathroom door and just fast enough that they only saw what looked to be Crosshair on his knees. As they tumbled out of the fresher they laughed as they fell into one another. “Let us go back to the ship. I believe I owe you a ride.” 

Hunter couldn’t be more happy to follow orders. 

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The GID Awards: Western Animated Television

For our second category, we have anime's less edgy sibling: western animated television.

Western animated television has always been interesting to me with regards to GID and bondage because, much like most other western media, the prevalence has subsided as time has gone on. The peak seems to have been in the 90s with shows like Captain Planet, but it is becoming rarer and rarer to find good bondage in western animated shows. The conspiracy theorist in me believes that it's because modern producers and writers are more aware that bondage is a turn-on for people and thus try to avoid it in the television medium (typically) aimed at children. That does not mean it's gone entirely, but you can definitely feel a reduction compared to the cartoons of the 80s and 90s.

Which is why you might be surprised to hear that my choice is a more recent show that came out in the last decade:

The Legend of Korra

The Legend of Korra is really fascinating to me because its predecessor, Avatar: The Last Airbender, didn't have a lot of bondage. Most of the bondage in ATLA was concentrated in the first season and almost completely vanished by the third one. I dunno; maybe I thought that a fantasy adventure series inspired by anime would have the characters captured more often (and I will never forgive them for only ever giving Zuko two brief scenes when they had MULTIPLE chances to give him more).

But not to worry! The Legend of Korra makes up for that ten times over.

The characters are captured so often it's actually kinda ridiculous. I think every main character had at least one scene, which is a one-up on ATLA since Toph never had a proper one. Season 1 and 3 easily have the most scenes, which makes sense considering their themes of revolution, but geez... Did one of the writers just go "these characters look bindable?"

Much like ATLA, they paid good attention to detail when it came to restraining benders: tying up metalbenders instead of cuffing them (or using platinum chains), anchoring airbenders to the ground, etc. The only iffy moment they had was tying up a couple firebenders, but I'm willing to write it off as "they were tied back to back with someone else and they didn't want to burn their friend."

And I can't do a post about TLOK without talking about the GAGS. There were only three gagged scenes in ATLA, all involving minor characters, but–as you've no doubt noticed from the pictures–TLOK was FLOODED with gags. The series is inspired by old adventure serials and mob fiction, so it's no surprise that gags are common. It's also important to note that with the exception of Tenzin's daughters, only male characters are gagged in TLOK, including Mako, Bolin (twice) and Tenzin (also twice). Gags aren't a dealbreaker for me, but I really do have to acknowledge when there are just this many.

Also special honorary mention to the mass captive taking scenes in season 1. Doing that in animation is a pain considering the number of characters, so I appreciate the effort put into showing the scale of Amon's war against benders. Not to mention that most of the captives were men.

The Legend of Korra receives my choice for best western animated television GID for its sheer quantity of scenes and the detail within.

Honourable Mentions

Some other notable western animated television contenders I considered for this award:

Captain Planet and the Planeteers (for sheer number of scenes and how every problem seemed to be caused by someone getting captured)

Peter Pan and the Pirates (for sheer number of scenes)

Star Wars: The Clone Wars (for having bound and gagged scenes in Star Wars)

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